Calamity Crown

Sheila, a unique character in the garden club.

In other words, the top card.

Young, beautiful, graceful, like a real lady, and possesses a wealth that most ladies don't have - those ladies who rely on their fathers and brothers are not as glamorous as they imagined.

The life of relying on others will eventually become fragmented due to the departure of the dependent.

Tutors would be one of the few options for those ladies.

It's like the original tutor of 'Goethe', who paid equal attention to knowledge and posture, which made 'Goethe' like it very much.

Unfortunately, after the 'accident' came, the tutor had to leave.

Not being ungrateful.

It's just that the other party also wants to live.

'Goethe' didn't understand.

Goethe understood.

It's as if Goethe understood why in 'his' memory, most of the memories about the tutor were gestures, but he didn't show a smile.

But in 'his' memory, Sheila had a sweet smile.

Especially the two small dimples when he laughed, which made the previous 'him' addicted, so he didn't hesitate to spend a lot of money to listen to songs that he didn't understand.

Even the part about Sheila's memory is full of color.

Why?

Because Sheila is prettier than the governess.

This is Goethe's understanding.

He stood at the door, which was not closed, and many patrolmen were secretly watching here.

Goethe didn't care about that.

And, it's not going to close.

He just stood at the door, looking at Shira who was smiling sweetly at him.

"Long time no see, Goethe."

Ms. Sheila showed no signs of embarrassment. She walked slowly, pinched the hem of her skirt, and performed a lady's salute. While bending down, she closed the door without a trace.

Then, when he straightened up, sadness and sympathy appeared in the eyes of the other party.

"Goethe, I'm sorry."

"I just heard about you yesterday."

"You know, I'm in the Garden Club, and I don't know much about it."

"Are you OK?"

With that said, the other party took another step forward.

At this time, the other party and Goethe were only one step away.

But as the other party walked in, Goethe discovered that the other party's height was about the same as him.

At the same time, Goethe could clearly hear the other party's slight breathing.

And, a hint of sweetness.

like...

"The sweetness of strawberries."

Goethe commented.

The other person obviously brushed his teeth or rinsed his mouth before meeting him.

There is no doubt that it was carefully prepared.

From looks, words to behavior.

That's all.

If it was the previous 'Goethe', at this time, he would subconsciously tell his suffering in accordance with the rhythm of the other party.

Then, fall into the opponent's unknown layout.

And now Goethe?

no.

Ever since he was experimenting with a new posture with a colleague of the opposite sex, and the other party almost made him change from BU to 1 with a knife, he knew what to do.

Looking at each other at the same level, a trace of sadness appeared on Goethe's face.

"I am not so good."

"Thank you Shira for your comfort."

Goethe said so.

"It's fine."

"Is there anything you need my help with?"

"I will help you as much as I can."

Sheila has an empathetic look, and she looks like the real thing-she has acted out this plot hundreds of times, and practice makes perfect.

Moreover, she could also predict how Goethe would react in the next moment.

Tactfully refused, and said he could do it.

Then, she took advantage of the situation to express her support, and then, ready to leave with a face full of embarrassment, Goethe would definitely ask. After she told her difficulties, Goethe, who had a good impression of her, would definitely agree.

Perfect!

Sheila smiled smugly.

This simple, stubborn revenge boy.

She has seen too much.

Already knew what to do.

Sheila, who already had a complete picture in her heart, was even ready for a moment when she sighed, tears would follow, but at this moment, she suddenly felt a tightness around her waist.

Before she could react, she was pressed face down on the desk by Goethe.

Then Goethe grabbed her by the skirt.

"wait wait wait!"

Sheila yelled, her voice accentuated by accident.

"Didn't you say you wanted to help me?"

Goethe, who was undoing his trouser belt, looked up in surprise.

"I, I didn't mean this help..."

Sheila propped up her upper body with her arms, and turned her head to look at Goethe with a pitiful look, but there was the familiar coldness of Goethe in her eyes.

That is……

Killing intent!

It was fleeting, but Goethe caught it.

"That's right."

Goethe said regretfully, but instead of taking a step back, he stepped forward and pushed forward.

In an instant, a hard object hit Shila's body.

Immediately, Sheila's whole body tensed up, and her toes straightened.

That is……

muzzle!

The muzzle of the revolver!

Goethe's left hand, which had been hidden behind him all this time, had already been placed in front of his body, holding a gun against Shira.

"Goethe, let's stop joking."

Sheila's sweet face was a little stiff.

"You were the one who started the joke."

Goethe responded coldly.

"I'm sorry, you know, I didn't mean that, I..."

Sheila tried to explain.

However, when he saw that the familiar coldness in Goethe's eyes began to grow stronger, the head of the garden club immediately put away his rhetoric and said directly: "I know where the 'Murderer in the Fog' is!"

"where?"

Goethe asked immediately.

Sheila was lying there, as if Goethe would not let go of her, so she would not speak.

Goethe stared at Shira's back.

At the back neckline of the white dress, a section of neck was exposed. It was whiter than the dress, but it was not pale, but a pearly white. Under the sun, it exuded a soft brilliance.

The muzzle of the revolver held by Goethe's right hand rests on this back.

After a little force, the muzzle of the gun went along the neck and pressed against the back of the opponent's head.

"Would you like to take a gamble?"

"Is my gun faster, or your knife faster?"

Goethe said coldly.

With her back to Goethe, Shila had a look of surprise on her face. She was sure of Goethe's posture, and she couldn't see her two knives at all, because her blades were hidden in her shoes.

At the moment when Sheila's toes were straightened, a blade of a knife quietly protruded from the sole of the shoe, and when she spoke, she supported her body, but the movement of lying down made her ankle violate the check and balance of the joint, and the sole of her foot moved toward the Then turned one hundred and eighty degrees.

The calf was slightly retracted, and the two shoes with hidden blades were aimed at Goethe's vest and lower back.

Sheila can be sure that she did all this without anyone noticing.

How did Goethe discover it?

Also, Goethe is not at all what he collects from his materials.

other side……

It's like a completely changed person.

This kind of sophistication and vigilance can't be a teenager at all!

But the other party is indeed a boy!

That is to say...

Goethe is pretending!

I've been faking it all along!

The Wayne family really has a secret!

Shila's eyes shone brightly, she put down her raised legs, and retracted the blade. At the same time, she said in a pitiful tone again: "I don't dare to bet, it must be your gun that is faster."

"Let's make a deal."

"I'll tell you where the 'Mist in the Mist' is hiding. Let me go this time, okay?"

As Sila spoke, tears welled up in her eyes, and she turned her head to look at Goethe.

Goethe thought for a moment and raised his two guns.

However, Shira's face became more and more rigid.

Because, she is still being supported.

The killing intent that had just dissipated gathered again.

Just when Sheila was about to kill Goethe no matter what, Goethe took two steps back at this moment.

As if nothing had happened, she walked to the other side of the desk and stood in front of her.

Because of the angle, Sheila blushed when she raised her head.

In the garden club, she had heard a lot, but the real thing was not.

Not to mention, so close.

Immediately, Sheila stood up.

He looked at Goethe with shame and indignation.

She took a few deep breaths before she calmed down.

She had a cold face, and her voice no longer had a trace of tenderness.

"'Mist in the Fog' at 17 Warehouse Street."

After speaking, Shira turned and left.

Looking at Shira's back, Goethe frowned slightly and raised his gun instantly.

Can,

The trigger was not pulled.

Because, he got the news of the 'mist killer'.

Although he didn't know if it was true or not, according to the deal, he had to let the other party go this time.

When he was in his hometown, he was always dragged down by "keeping promises", but until now, he has no plans to change.

because--

It made him feel like he was still human.

Feel alive.

that is……

a bit tired.

Goethe, leaning on the chair, murmured softly in his heart.

He stretched himself, stood up again, and walked to the window. He saw Miss Qian get into the carriage, and saw the carriage go away and merge into the endless stream of people.

At this moment, the bell of the police station rang twelve times in a row.

"There are still three hours until three o'clock."