Chapter 10 Infiltration and DiscoveryTitle of the Book:Secret: I just want to farmAuthor: Be a FireflyChapter word count: 3965 wordsUpdate time: 2025-04-10 21:15:24
Three o'clock in the afternoon, Ganquan Flower Street in the Cathedral District.
Ortega sat on a sofa at a metropolitan working-class housing improvement company, absent-mindedly flipping through a fashion magazine.
At this moment, Ortega's mind was thinking about the same thing, that is, how to express his sincere love to his beloved girl tonight.
How about a rehearsal first?
This thought became stronger and stronger, and Ortega looked out the window cautiously.
No one.
Without any hesitation, Ortega closed the magazine with a snap, jumped up from the sofa, rolled up the magazine in his hand, and had a serious expression like a soldier about to go to the battlefield.
He straightened his collar, then slowly closed his eyes and recited with deep affection and love, imitating the actors in the musical:
"Oh, my dear, my dear Susanna! I made a mistake today. Do you want to know what it was? I loved you so much that I was overwhelmed.
You know what? I didn't sleep well last night. The quilt was too light and couldn't suppress my longing for you…"
The door was gently pushed open, and a figure walked into the company with a puzzled and hesitant step, listening to the loving howls coming from inside, and finally stood there at a loss.
Ortega didn't notice anyone coming in. He was completely immersed in his own world. He treated the rolled-up magazine in his hands as flowers and even danced a traditional Fenetro Flamenco dance by himself.
Finally, Ortega knelt on one knee, facing the door, bowed his head and said affectionately:
"I used to be like Emperor Roselle, fighting in the love field, but now, your appearance makes me willing to become a prisoner. Please let me spend the rest of my life atonement, love you, and protect you.
Ah! My Susanna, mumumumu."
After saying the love words he had prepared for a long time, Ortega breathed a sigh of relief and thought confidently, "Hehe, such touching love words will surely make Miss Susanna fall in love with her."
Ortega, who was already imagining what his future child would be named, slowly opened his eyes, and then... he saw a person standing in front of him.
"…"
The air seemed to freeze in an instant, and Ortega's expression changed in just a few seconds at a speed as fast as turning pages of a book.
From full of love to bewildered, from bewildered to recognizing the reality, from recognizing the reality to looking ashen, it was like riding a roller coaster, with ups and downs all the way...
But there is a saying that goes, if you feel embarrassed, it's just because you are not kind or evil enough.
In this extremely awkward atmosphere, the "uninvited guest" Michael showed a warm smile on his face and asked softly, "Do you need me to help you practice again?"
Upon hearing this, Ortega, who was half-kneeling on one knee, immediately knelt on both knees, tears welling in his eyes, and begged in a tone: "Sir, please don't tell anyone about this, I will do anything!"
If this matter were to be spread out, given Fenetport's culture, he would undoubtedly become a laughing stock, and Ortega would feel that his great family would come to an end with his generation.
Michael curled his lips slightly and smiled, "I want to rent a room nearby." Michael paused and said, "Of course, if it's not convenient for you now, I can come later."
Ortega kept coughing, and quickly waved his hands, putting on a flattering smile and said, "No, no, no, that's not the case... Uh, sir, you can call me Ortega. What kind of house do you need?"
While saying this, Ortega also subconsciously looked at the guest in front of him.
The blond man in front of him was wearing a standard tuxedo, a silk top hat, a pair of sunglasses on his nose, and a small leather suitcase in his hand. He exuded the temperament of a nouveau riche.
Under normal circumstances, Ortega might have ripped him off, but now...
Michael's pupils turned, and he roughly judged what Ortega was thinking at the moment, so he changed his original idea and slowly stated his requirements, "A townhouse in the church area, and secondly, it must have convenient transportation and a moderate price."
Hearing Michael's request, Ortega slowly regained his professional knowledge and said quickly, "There are currently four houses of this type. Oh, excuse me, do you have your ID with you?"
Michael nodded slightly, and without any guilt took out the identification he carried with him and handed it to Ortega.
It's so funny. The certificate prepared by the princess herself has to come true even if it's fake.
Ortega took the ID and glanced at it briefly. He found nothing wrong with it, so he handed it back to Michael with a smile and continued to introduce it:
"Okay, then Mr. Hels, I recommend you choose No. 17 Xiwahu Street. It is not only convenient for transportation, but also has department stores, various restaurants, and complete infrastructure. More importantly, the Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore is nearby, and the price is relatively affordable among similar rooms."
Michael did not express his opinion in a hurry. He just nodded politely and asked Ortega to take him to conduct a field investigation first.
Ortega naturally would not refuse, nor did he dare to refuse. He led the way with a smile on his face.
...
The exterior of No. 17 Xiwahu Street is renovated with red brick walls, a polygonal roof, and decorated with exquisite carvings and semi-arc windows typical of Feynaport.
During the house viewing process, Ortega was very enthusiastic and introduced the advantages and disadvantages of the house in detail. In the end, he even took the initiative to bargain for him, which really opened Michael's eyes.
In the end, Michael got the right to use the house as he wished, at a preferential price of 300 gold risols a year.
When paying the rent, Michael didn't feel bad at all when he saw his wallet was almost half empty, because it was not his money that he was spending anyway.
After simply cleaning up the living room on the first floor, Michael made a cup of black tea and sat on the fabric sofa, sipping the tea and quietly waiting for someone to arrive.
A moment later, with the sound of a crisp doorbell, Michael quickly stepped forward to open the door.
The person who appeared at the door was none other than Irina, who had just returned from the office of the Mother Goddess's Guards.
Irina smiled and took out a wooden board that she had made in advance and hung it under the doorbell.
"How is it? My handwriting is okay, right?"
Michael took a look at Irina's masterpiece and saw a few big words written on the wooden board: Private detective Hels is at your service. The scope of business includes but is not limited to catching cats and catching adultery...
Michael didn't say anything.
Irina curled her lips and complained, "It's very rude to pretend you didn't hear anything. You will be disliked by the ladies if you do that, buddy."
Michael just smiled at this and changed the subject, "How about this position?"
Irina crossed her arms, glanced at it and gave a fair evaluation, "Not bad, it should be very convenient to investigate the case later."
Michael nodded in agreement. This was exactly why he chose to rent a house in the church district.
After memorizing the common sense about the extraordinary world that Irina gave him, Michael also looked through the records of the first three murders.
Michael, who is used to thinking in terms of points, lines and surfaces, discovered that two of the victims in the three cases lived in the church area.
Michael seized this opportunity and asked for the life story of the victim in the second case. He unexpectedly discovered that the victim also lived in the church district.
As an informant, Michael consciously told Irina about this discovery.
Following this line of thought, Irina turned to investigate the life of the fourth serial murder victim. Sure enough, she also lived in the church district!
Previously, neither the police nor the members of the Mother Goddess's Guard had been able to find the murderer's motive for murder. This clue suddenly became a ray of hope for solving the case.
In order to better analyze the case and to create an effect of darkness under the lamp, Michael proposed to rent a house in the church district as his base for future operations.
However, this also made Michael think deeply afterwards, "Are Western police really as incompetent as they are shown in anime and novels? They didn't even notice such an obvious connection."
Irina, who was already impressed by Michael's excellent observation and flexible thinking, waved her hand and directly allocated him 600 gold rizos as activity funds.
The voice paused, and Irina suddenly asked: "How much activity funds do I give you left?"
Michael answered truthfully: "300 gold rizos."
"Is that so? Will it be not enough? Well, I'll give you another 500 later... No, just give you 800 gold lisos directly." Irina said very seriously.
"Is this what they call a rich man without humanity?"
Michael twitched the corner of his mouth slightly.
"I happen to be free today, so let's go to the home of the first victim first, buddy." Irina turned her head and asked.
Michael nodded, straightened his clothes, and turned the sign over before leaving.
Later, when a curious neighbor came to visit, he would see the message board below the doorbell saying:
The person you are looking for is working, please do not leave. If you are urgent, please leave a message after the beep.
This was so strange that it made no sense to anyone, and for a while the name of the weird detective spread among the people. Of course, all this is a story for later.
Church Quarter, Lavender Street.
After disguising themselves, Irina and Michael finally arrived at the victim's home - 111 Lavender Street.
Irina looked up at the sky. "At this time, the victim's husband is still working in the clinic, but their son will be out of school soon. We have to hurry."
Hearing this, Michael withdrew his gaze from the house.
Once you get the money, you have to do the job. Even if he makes a promise, he must fulfill it.
The two of them sneaked around to the back of the house, and after making sure that there was no one around, Irina took out a silver ring with intricate patterns engraved on the surface from her pocket.
Michael took a look and noticed that there was a line of ancient Hermes engraved on the surface of the silver ring. Since the original owner did not have a deep understanding of this, Michael could only recognize the surname Abraham engraved on the ring.
Irina put on the ring and muttered quietly, "I never thought the police would break in illegally one day."
Then, Irina uttered a difficult syllable from her mouth, and the next moment a white light flashed.
When Michael opened his eyes again, he was already inside the house.
Irina, who was standing by, calmly put the ring, which was called a seal in the official church, into her coat pocket, as if she was used to it. She turned her wrist, glanced at her watch, and then said to Michael who was in a daze, "There are still 20 minutes left. If you have anything you want to check, hurry up."
Michael hummed, his eyes fixed on a family photo in the room in front of him.
The photo shows a standard family of three. The man is probably in his 40s and the woman is well maintained. She is in her 30s but looks like a girl in her 20s.
Michael turned his eyes away from the photo and quickly noticed several newly published medical books on the bookshelf nearby.
So this is probably the master's room.
According to the case description, the crime scene was in the bathroom of this house. The police speculated that the victim was taking a shower when he was attacked and was suddenly attacked by the murderer who broke into the house.
Based on this alone, Michael could conclude that the murderer definitely committed the crime intentionally.
After all, who would break into someone's house and stab them with a knife while they are taking a shower?
Michael withdrew his gaze and did not choose to go to the bathroom. Instead, he strolled around the whole house.
His actions made Irina, who was responsible for keeping track of time, a little confused, and she had to jog to keep up with Michael.
Finally, Michael stopped in front of the room of the owner's son.
He frowned and pushed open the door without saying a word.
"What's wrong?" Irina asked curiously.
Michael didn't say anything. He looked around the room and finally found a slightly collapsed piece of floor near the bed.
He pressed it without hesitation.
As the sound of several gears turning was heard, a secret door hidden behind the wall appeared in front of the two.
"How did you know there was a secret door here?" Irina exclaimed with her mouth slightly opened.
Michael finally explained, "Space. Just now I looked at the whole house from the outside and it seemed quite big, but when I actually entered the house, I clearly felt that at least 30 centimeters of space had disappeared. If I am not mistaken, then there must be a secret door in this house."
Michael didn't stop moving while he was talking, and soon he took out the things from the secret door.
Seeing this, Irina came over, and then both of their expressions froze.
A pair of ultra-thin long stockings lay quietly in Michael's hands.
In the quiet and awkward atmosphere, Michael was the first to regain his composure and broke the silence: "It seems that this son of his is not simple."
Irina quickly returned to normal, and asked with confusion between her brows: "This should have nothing to do with the case, right?"
"No, now we are here to find out the murderer's motive. We cannot rule out the possibility that 'being loved by children was the murderer's motive.'" Michael made a rational analysis.
Just when Irina was about to say something, the footsteps of a third person were heard on the first floor.Chapter 11 New DiscoveriesTitle of the Book:Secret: I just want to farmAuthor: Be a FireflyChapter word count: 2781 wordsUpdate time: 2025-05-03 15:45:04
The moment the footsteps sounded, Irina was the first to react. She closed the secret door and then pulled Michael into the closet.
The two of them squeezed into the narrow closet, their bodies pressed against each other.
In the dim space, the girl's soft fragrance drifted into Michael's nose, quiet and beautiful.
"It's the son of the owner of this house. He's back." Irina reminded Michael in a very low voice.
While speaking, Irina was quietly opening the closet door a crack and carefully observing the outside through the gap.
When Michael saw this, he also leaned over. Since they had the sealed object there, they didn't have to worry about being discovered.
In his very limited field of vision, Michael saw a curly-haired boy, about 1.8 meters tall but quite thin, walking quickly to the bed with a resentful look on his face.
The curly-haired boy pressed the switch, a secret door popped out, and he skillfully picked out a pair of smooth stockings from inside, then impatiently untied his belt.
"ah?!"
Michael felt as if his eyes had been gang-glazed by dozens of big men. In one word, it was "eye-catching"!
Irina beside him shrank into the corner of the closet with a red face, not daring to look outside again.
The curly-haired boy roared, spewing obscene words that were unbearable to the ears.
Michael, who was hiding in the closet, couldn't help but narrow his eyes after hearing the boy's words. He actually heard the other party insulting his mother while releasing himself.
This made Michael smell something unusual, and often not investigating meant there was something hidden.
Suddenly, the curly-haired boy turned his head sharply, his eyes red as he yelled in the direction of Michael: "Who is there!"
"Discovered?" Michael was surprised at the boy's terrifying insight, but he was not worried at all.
The curly-haired boy hurriedly put on his pants on the bed, then grabbed the switchblade hidden under the pillow and jumped to the closet. After swallowing, he gritted his teeth and opened the closet door.
"Eh, no one?"
A fleeting white light flashed in the path behind No. 111 Lavender Street, and two figures gradually appeared in the void.
Irina, who used the extraordinary items to escape in time, breathed a sigh of relief and patted her chest gently. "I was really scared this time. I have never been so scared when dealing with extraordinary events."
Michael, who was standing next to her, narrowed his eyes and expressed his thoughts.
"I think this boy might be the breakthrough in this case. I'm going to follow him tomorrow. What about you?"
Irina said apologetically, "This serial murder case has caused panic among the people. The Mother Goddess's personal guards are under a lot of pressure. I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to spare the time to investigate with you."
Michael hadn't held out much hope to begin with, so he wasn't surprised at all to hear this answer.
He put on an impeccable smile and said comfortingly, "It's okay. Investigation is the job of an informant like me. How can I always trouble the employer to do it personally?"
Irina smiled, then she looked at the setting sun and suggested, "It's getting late, why don't I treat you to dinner tonight."
Michael naturally would not refuse a free meal, so he readily agreed.
Half an hour later, in a private restaurant in the King's Quarter, Michael was secretly amazed at the surrounding decoration.
This restaurant has a very avant-garde design with floor-to-ceiling windows on all four walls. The entire space is quite spacious. When you look up, you can see the dome that is more than seven meters high. A huge teardrop-shaped chandelier hangs on the wooden beams that are full of age. The light of the candle on the chandelier is like the stars in the night sky, bright but not dazzling.
Irina was still wearing the long dress made of delicate fabric, and the candlelight cast an intoxicating warm color on her emerald green eyes.
The girl pursed her lips, raised the goblet in her hand, swirled the wine in the glass and smiled as she looked at Michael who was sitting upright in front of her.
She suddenly wanted to play a trick on this man who always surprised her.
Irina placed one hand on the table and said suddenly in a numb tone:
"Like it? Today the lights in the entire restaurant are only on for us."
Michael felt his scalp tingling when he heard this, and his heartbeat suddenly quickened due to the embarrassment.
But after seeing the teasing hidden in Irina's eyes, Michael immediately regained his composure.
You're still a little naive to try this on me.
He adjusted his collar slowly, and the well-made tuxedo he was wearing now looked like a high-end, custom-made item set off by Michael's elegant temperament.
Michael also raised his goblet, with an impeccable and charming smile on his face. He looked at Irina and said, "Thank you, I like it very much."
"As long as you like it." Irina kept smiling and took a sip of wine. Suddenly she thought of something and said, "This time the menu is prepared according to my usual taste. I haven't asked you if there is anything you are allergic to. If so, I can ask the chef to change it."
"Not really, but wouldn't it be rude to change the menu at the last minute?" Michael took a sip of the wine in the glass while expressing his doubt.
Mmm...delicious!
Irina shook the blood-red wine in the glass and said calmly, "It's nothing. As the owner of this restaurant, I still have some privileges."
…
Michael almost spit out the wine in his mouth. He originally thought that Irina had booked the place just for the "billion" money, but he didn't expect that this was her own property.
It is true that poverty limits people's imagination.
It was then that Michael noticed that although Irina usually looked humble, she was, after all, a princess of a country. People who interacted with her rarely felt a sense of distance, which was enough to show how skilled she was in dealing with people.
"Well, people like this are the most troublesome." Michael drank his wine in small sips and decided in his heart that he must keep his distance from this woman in the future.
Soon, the dishes were served one after another, making Michael, who loved food, exclaim in delight.
Five-year-fermented fine cheese, Fernet's tender lamb chops, tuna belly, and the staple food is Fernet's seafood noodles.
After eating and drinking, Irina was considerate enough to find a private carriage for Michael.
Before leaving, she took off the ring on her hand and slipped a note to Michael, then explained apologetically:
"I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you this afternoon that there was a small problem with the batch of potion materials prepared for you, so you may need to wait for another two days.
"As compensation, it belongs to you until the materials are ready. I have written down the instructions and precautions on this note. I hope this can express my apology."
Michael didn't expect such a pleasant surprise, and he quickly put on a suitable smile and responded: "There is no rush for the potion, I will do my job diligently before the materials arrive. And thank you for the delicious meal tonight."
As he said this, Michael took the ring and put it into his pocket, his movements smooth and natural.
"Haha, I hope our cooperation can have a good ending like tonight's dinner." Irina smiled back.
"I certainly will." Michael waved his hand, got into the carriage and said goodbye to Irina.
Nothing happened overnight.
The next morning, after a quick wash and a good disguise, Michael was waiting near No. 111 Lavender Street, waiting for the curly-haired boy to show up.
Around eight o'clock, the curly-haired boy finally went out to school.
Michael lowered his fedora hat and pretended to be a passerby, quietly following the boy until he was forced to stop in front of the boy's school, Easton Public School.
Michael stood outside the school gate, looking at the tall, smooth walls around him and the spikes on the top, and gave up the idea of climbing over the wall to break in.
As he was thinking about how to sneak into the school without attracting attention, he suddenly remembered the sealed object that Irina lent him last night.
Michael took out the silver ring called "Ducati Ring" from his shirt pocket and recalled its effects and negative effects.
The effect of this ring is simple. It allows the wearer to unlock any lock that does not exert extraordinary power and some locks that are not very mysterious.
A small amount of spiritual energy can be consumed to pass through obstacles that are not particularly thick. If enough spiritual energy is consumed, the wearer can appear out of thin air at any location within a kilometer around.
The negative effects are also very simple. Just don't wear it during a full moon. Wearing it on your body at other times will only make you a little directionally challenged, but it won't be life-threatening. It's simply a thief's dream!
The moment he put on the ring, Michael immediately had an idea of how to use the two extraordinary abilities of passing through walls and teleportation.
However, with his current spiritual power at the level of an ordinary person, he can only use the wall-walking technique five times at most before he has to rest. As for teleportation, he can try it if he wants to die.
Michael slowly walked around the wall, stretched out his right palm and pressed it on the marble wall.
Suddenly, Michael's eyes blurred and his body seemed to turn into a phantom and penetrate the wall.
When he looked again, he found himself in Easton School.
"It's amazing! Is this the Extraordinary Person?" Michael praised silently, and at the same time secretly thought to himself that when he had the chance in the future, he would also get an Extraordinary item in the same way as this ring.
Calming his mind, Michael looked up at the magnificent building in front of him.
"Well, let's get to work."Chapter 12: A MistakeTitle of the Book:Secret: I just want to farmAuthor: Be a FireflyChapter word count: 2585 wordsUpdate time: 2024-07-14 20:45:35
Michael strolled in the quiet corridor of Easton School, idly admiring the surrounding scenery without rushing to look for the curly-haired boy.
It was class time, and he knew very well that if he just casually walked into the teaching building, he would be kicked out immediately because he did not have the right identity.
It is better to wait for the right opportunity than to rush in blindly.
These schools attach great importance to organizing students to participate in various literary groups, clubs that study various issues, and other various community activities. Inter-school sports competitions also occupy an important position in school activities.
Before coming, Michael learned that Easton College would hold golf competitions at irregular intervals every week, and the curly-haired boy would definitely appear outdoors at that time.
He has the time and patience to wait for this opportunity.
Michael suddenly felt a chill on his back, and then an old voice sounded behind him.
"Sir, why are you here?"
Michael turned around expressionlessly, his calves tense, ready to run away at any time.
He looked carefully and saw an old man with a tall figure, wearing traditional Feynapotter costume and a pair of gold-framed reading glasses and with a gray beard standing in front of him.
Just when Michael was about to run away before the other party could react, the old man in front of him suddenly showed a look of understanding and said firmly: "Oh, I see, you must be Mr. Bell who just reported today."
"Hello, I'm Ricardo, the headmaster of Easton School."
As he spoke, the old man walked forward, took Michael's hand and said apologetically, "I'm so sorry. I had said I would meet you at the gate, but I had something else to do and forgot to ask other teachers. As a result, you can't find your way around and have to wander around the campus. I'm sorry."
He...did he recognize the wrong person?
Wait, this looks like an opportunity!
After hearing the old man's words, Michael was stunned at first, and then he immediately realized that there was room for maneuver here, and it was a great opportunity for him to sneak into the teaching building openly.
Michael thought to himself, "I don't plan to be a teacher here for a long time. Although there are certain risks in temporarily impersonating someone, they are still within my tolerance range. However, if I miss this opportunity, I may not get it again."
Having made up his mind, Michael immediately put on a professional smile and waved his hand, saying, "No, no, it's me who didn't wait for Mr. Ricardo there as agreed. I should be the one to apologize to you."
"Hahaha, Mr. Bell is worthy of being a top student who graduated from the Department of Literature at Capilano University. He is really good at speaking." Ricardo smiled happily.
Finally, he warmly called Michael to go outside and said that he would personally take him to visit the interior of Easton College.
Michael followed the old man and couldn't help but mutter in his heart, "Who on earth is this Bell? He actually wanted the principal of a public school to receive him personally and even address him with honorifics?"
The tuition fees of public schools are expensive, and not only is it impossible for the children of the vast majority of working people to attend, but even the children of the middle bourgeoisie find it difficult to enter.
To be able to become the principal of a public school, one has to go through layers of candidate selection before finally being appointed by the investors behind the school. The status is not low.
Would such a person put down his work and personally go to the school gate to greet an ordinary public school teacher?
Even a dog wouldn't believe this.
Here, Ricardo was still enthusiastically introducing the various facilities of Easton Public School.
"Mr. Bell, look, that's the lawn that we just spent 2 million gold risoles to renovate last month. It's very conducive to our students playing elegant golf on it. And there..."
Michael kept smiling and nodding in agreement, and before they knew it, they had walked to the front of the teaching building.
Seeing that the time was ripe, Michael naturally asked Ricardo to familiarize himself with the office environment.
Ricardo smiled broadly upon hearing this and extended his hand towards the teaching building, "Of course, this way please."
Seeing this scene, Michael felt more and more that this man named Bell was not here to be a teacher, but more like some kind of overbearing president who came to inspect the company's internal affairs.
Without revealing his inner emotions, Michael maintained his composure, smiled and followed Ricardo into the teaching building.
As soon as he entered the teaching building, Michael immediately heard the teacher's passionate lectures and the students' active responses.
Isn't this a bit too deliberate?
But seeing that Ricardo was secretly observing his reaction, Michael didn't want to cause any trouble, so he had to pretend to be very satisfied and nodded repeatedly.
This also made the smile on Ricardo's old chrysanthemum-like face even brighter.
Michael continued to follow Ricardo, occasionally glancing at the students inside through the classroom window, but he never saw the curly-haired boy.
After thinking for a while, Michael turned to Ricardo who was walking side by side with him and said, "Principal Ricardo, which classes should I teach specifically?"
Ricardo smiled and named three classes full of top students. Then he flattered him, "I believe that with your talent, Mr. Bell, you will become the best grammar teacher in our school."
"Grammar..." Michael silently chewed over this unfamiliar term.
As far as he knew, theology, grammar and the study of classical works had always been given important positions in the public school curriculum in the past.
However, the industrial revolution and rapid development of science and technology led by Russell also forced public schools to accept emerging disciplines.
The curriculum of public schools today is generally not exactly the same, but most of them have three subjects: classics, modern languages, and mathematics and science. In addition, there is religious education, which is essential to public school education.
In other words, grammar is a fairly old-fashioned major, which means that the competition is huge.
However, Ricardo's attitude towards himself, or to be more precise, his attitude towards Bale, was too enthusiastic.
Michael began to worry whether he would be able to escape when the real culprit showed up.
Ah, I'm so annoyed, never mind!
Michael took a deep breath and decided to take advantage of the convenience brought by this identity to complete the task as soon as possible.
"Principal Ricardo, I still hope to get to know my students first. Can you show me their files?"
Generally speaking, teachers are not allowed to view student files that record each student's family income status and some private information, but Bell's identity is special, and Michael feels that this request is very likely to be approved.
Sure enough, Ricardo readily agreed after only a second of hesitation, and even took the initiative to invite Michael to sit in the principal's office.
Soon, the principal brought Michael a thick stack of student files in a black file bag.
Michael picked up the file and began to read it quickly.
Soon, he found the photo of the curly-haired boy among dozens of files.
"Charles...it's him."
Michael continued to look down, and after confirming the other party's class, he pretended to look at a few more pictures. Then he stood up, pressed his abdomen, and said to Ricardo with a grim expression:
"Excuse me, I need to go to the bathroom."
Michael, who had gained some free time on the pretext of going to the toilet, walked straight towards the class where Charles was.
When he arrived at the classroom, Michael did not see the other party, so he stopped a classmate who was about to enter the classroom and asked:
"Hello classmate, I'm looking for Charles from your class. Do you know where he went?"
The boy who was stopped by Michael thought for two seconds, and then said intermittently: "I remember... he seemed to have gone to the bathroom with... Daniel and the others."
It's really a bathroom...
Michael's face turned dark, he said thank you quickly and turned around. On the way, he happened to meet Ricardo who was looking for him.
Ricardo greeted Michael with a smile on his face, "Hey, is Mr. Bell done yet?"
Michael replied perfunctorily: "More on that."
"Ah?" Ricardo was stunned for a few seconds, and looking at Michael's receding back, he couldn't help but muttered quietly: "Why are the kidneys of young people nowadays not as good as those of an old man like me?"
On the other side, Michael finally arrived at the bathroom door. Before he entered, he heard wailing coming from inside.
Michael slowed down his pace, tiptoed to the bathroom, found a suitable position, carefully stuck his head out, and peeked at what was going on inside.
Michael frowned as he saw three or four tall, muscular boys surrounding Charles and beating and kicking him.
Charles curled up on the ground with his hands on his head, begging for mercy.
"Stop hitting me, it hurts, please stop hitting me!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry…"Chapter 13 True and False Young MasterTitle of the Book:Secret: I just want to farmAuthor: Be a FireflyChapter word count: 2501 wordsUpdate time: 2024-08-20 15:17:48
Michael hid in the dark, watching everything happening not far away.
The thin Charles did not resist at all, but just endured the pain quietly.
After an unknown amount of time, the tallest boy among the group finally signaled to stop.
He stood up again with his hands in his trouser pockets, looking down at Charles, and said with disdain that made Michael's pupils tremble:
"Humph, it turns out that this is a child born by a streetwalker. It's really useless."
The first victim was a street prostitute?
Michael narrowed his eyes, feeling that he had heard some extraordinary information.
"If that's the case, it would be interesting. Maybe we can catch the murderer."
After getting what he wanted, Michael was about to leave, but he caught a glimpse of Charles, who remained silent, out of the corner of his eye.
For some reason, he suddenly felt inexplicably irritated, as if a fire was burning in his heart.
"trouble."
Michael let out a breath, took the initiative to stand out, and exposed himself to the sight of the blond boy and others.
They looked at Michael who suddenly appeared in the bathroom. Before they could ask any questions, they saw a fist growing bigger in front of them.
"ah!!!"
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Ten minutes ago, Ricardo was making black tea in the principal's office, leisurely enjoying the early morning time.
He thought happily in his heart, "Master Bell seems to be quite satisfied with my hospitality. It seems that I will be chosen as the principal this time."
At this time, a figure angrily rushed into the principal's office and asked loudly: "Principal Ricardo, I need an explanation!"
Ricardo was so frightened that he almost spilled the high-end black tea in his hand.
"Phew, it's okay."
Ricardo put down the teacup with lingering fear, then looked carefully.
Seeing that the person was a stranger, he immediately frowned and shouted, "Who are you, and who gave you the right to break into the principal's office?"
The visitor seemed unable to believe that Ricardo would speak to him like this. His momentum stagnated and he fell silent.
Ricardo was unyielding. He slammed his hand on the desk and said angrily, "You still want me to give you an explanation. Who do you think you are that I should explain to you?"
The visitor took several deep breaths, suppressed his anger, and said calmly, "I was too anxious. Please forgive my impoliteness, Mr. Ricardo."
"Principal, you have to call me Principal Ricardo. Do you have no eyes?"
At this time, Ricardo was still angry about the fact that "the intruder suddenly broke in and almost caused him to accidentally break the teacup and spill the high-end black tea." His tone was quite aggressive, like a sarcastic old man.
The visitor almost couldn't hold back his anger, but fortunately his good upbringing made him remember the proper manners of being a man, so he said again: "Principal Ricardo, I need an explanation."
"Oh, then go ahead and talk. I'm listening."
Ricardo's arrogant attitude destroyed the visitor's remaining good impression of the principal. He said coldly:
"You had asked me to wait at the gate of your school, but I waited for 3 hours, 46 minutes and 58 seconds and no one came. I hope you can give me a proper explanation for this matter."
Ricardo laughed when he heard it. He slowly put down the teacup, leaned his elbows on the table, crossed his hands, and looked at the visitor with a forced smile.
"You're not going to say you're Belle?"
The visitor was stunned, nodded subconsciously and replied: "Yes, I am Bell."
"Hahahahahaha!"
Ricardo laughed wildly, even slapping his thighs with his hands without paying attention to his manners.
As Ricardo laughed, Bell's face became more and more ugly.
"I don't understand, is my name so funny? If you can't give me a satisfactory reason today, I don't mind changing the principal."
It would have been better if Bale hadn't said this. After he said it, Ricardo laughed even louder.
"Hahaha, you mean, haha, you want to fire me, haha, just because of you?"
Before Bell spoke again, Ricardo suppressed all his smiles and said coldly, "You still have a chance. Leave here quickly while I'm in a good mood today, or I'll call the guards to catch you, the liar."
"What?" Bell walked forward angrily, slammed his hands heavily on Ricardo's desk, and asked:
"I can't pretend I didn't hear what you just said. What makes you think I'm a liar? This is slander and defamation. I'm going to find a lawyer to sue you!"
Ricardo didn't want to argue with the man in front of him anymore, so he stood up and shouted to the outside: "Someone, someone, take this liar out!"
The door of the principal's office was pushed open. Ricardo's eyebrows jumped and he asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"
The visitor was a fat old man wearing a tight suit. He chuckled and said, "Why, I can't be here?"
The administrative leadership of the public school is not just the principal's. In addition to the principal, there is an academic affairs committee composed of 10 to 12 people who jointly manage all the affairs of the public school.
The fat old man is one of these 12 people.
Ricardo didn't want to get too entangled with the fat old man, so he raised his hand and pointed at Bell and said, "You've come at the right time. Help me call the guards to drive this liar away."
At this time, the fat old man pretended to be surprised as if he had just noticed Bell, "Oh, isn't this Master Bell? Why are you here?"
"What? You, you are not mistaken?" Ricardo turned his head stiffly, his eyes full of disbelief.
The fat old man smiled and nodded: "Of course, I also packed a gift for Master Bell's coming-of-age gift, how could I make a mistake?"
"What's the matter with you saying that Master Bell is a liar?"
Ricardo looked guiltily at Bell's face, which was as black as coal, and his heart finally died.
"It's over, it's over..."
A few minutes later, Bell, who had smooth yellow hair and a slightly bookish air, sat on the leather sofa in the principal's office and frowned, "Are you saying that someone pretended to be me and reported to you in advance?"
"Yes, yes, that's right, that's why I recognized the wrong young master." Ricardo nodded his head like pounding garlic, fearing that Bell would hold a grudge against him because of this.
Bell's eyes turned cold and he snorted, "Even so, your attitude is problematic. Emperor Roselle once said, 'You can't confuse the difference between blue and red and black and white when doing things.' I will report this matter to my father truthfully during the next principal election."
Ricardo's face turned completely pale, and his eyes were filled with hatred towards Michael, the impostor.
He immediately suggested to Bell: "Master Bell, please let me make amends. I will personally lead people to catch this liar for you!"
Bell said, "We really can't let this liar go. Then we have Mr. Lauricado."
He deliberately emphasized the last two words "sir".
"Please rest assured, Master."
Ten minutes later, in the bathroom.
In a few seconds, Michael knocked down everyone except Charles.
Although he couldn't deal with the extraordinary people, he could still easily deal with a few children who hadn't even fully grown their hair.
Then Michael turned and looked at Charles on the ground.
Having received the intelligence, he could have just left, and his feet had indeed reached the bathroom door.
"I really can't stand it anymore."
"Your name is Charles, right?" Michael stopped and looked at the curly-haired boy.
Curly-haired Charles lowered his head and dared not even look at Michael.
Michael didn't care and finished what he wanted to say, "If you lean on the mountain, it will fall; if you lean on the water, it will flow. If you feel angry, you should stand up and resist instead of blaming your parents in your heart."
Seeing that Charles still didn't move, Michael shook his head. It was impossible to persuade the damned ghost with kind words. He would not force it and would not feel disappointed.
Just as Michael stepped out of the bathroom, a sharp roar was heard.
"It's him, it's him! Guards, please catch this liar!"
Michael knew that his identity had been discovered, and without hesitation he immediately pressed his hand on the wall and activated the wall-walking technique.
Amid the noisy chase, only Charles and a few people who had fainted were left in the bathroom.
Charles looked at the unconscious blond man on the ground, Michael's words echoing in his ears.
After hesitating for a while, he stretched out his trembling fist and hit them on the cheek.
The moment the fist landed, Charles cried like a newborn baby.Chapter 14 The Odd DetectiveTitle of the Book:Secret: I just want to farmAuthor: Be a FireflyChapter word count: 2499 wordsUpdate time: 2024-08-20 14:27:22
Nine o'clock in the morning, outside Easton School.
Amid Ricardo's angry roar, Michael turned into a phantom, penetrated the wall, and narrowly escaped the pursuit of the guards.
He rubbed the bridge of his nose, straightened the wig on his head that was blown a little askew by the wind due to running, then walked to a farther street and stopped a trackless carriage.
Looking at the scenery passing by outside the window, Michael's fingers tapped the seat unconsciously, his thoughts wandering.
The biggest gain from this tracking was undoubtedly learning that the victim of the first murder had once worked in a dishonorable job.
However, the prostitution industry in Feynaporte is not well developed, and the number of streetwalkers has always been the lowest among the powerful countries in the northern continent, at least on the surface.
If it is confirmed that the victim of the first murder was indeed a street prostitute, then including the victims of the second and fourth murders, three of the four victims were prostitutes!
This could not be a simple coincidence, it is even possible that this was the murderer's motive for killing.
So after escaping, Michael did not choose to go home, but asked the coachman to take him to Grani Street at the junction of the Cathedral District and the King's District.
After using his smile and money to get a pen and writing paper, Michael found a wall and wrote a letter.
He then walked through several alleys and finally stopped in front of an inconspicuous cafe.
The name of the cafe was perfunctorily engraved on an old wooden plaque - "Moon Flower Cafe".
"I never thought that the Mother Goddess's Guards would use a coffee shop as a cover. Could other churches do the same?" Michael thought.
"Sir, you have been looking at our sign. Do you have any opinion about this?" At this time, a voice suddenly sounded.
Michael looked back and saw a tall and mighty man in a waiter's uniform standing behind him with a kind face, full of intimidation.
It is impossible for Michael to be scared by a mere muscular man.
He followed his inner desire and expressed his honest opinion on the sign:
"No, this sign is full of historical charm, and the font carved on it is free and unrestrained. I was just a little intoxicated by it for a moment."
Looking at Michael's sincere eyes, the tall man scratched his head and said shyly: "Yes, is that so? Um, sir, would you like a cup of coffee?"
Michael smiled and shook his head, took out the letter in his hand, handed it to the tall man, and said, "Please give this letter to Ms. Lixiang."
The tall man's expression instantly turned serious the moment he heard the name Ms. Lixiang.
He first glanced at Michael, then solemnly took the letter and nodded, "I understand."
Michael raised his fedora hat politely and left with a smile.
after a while.
In the basement of the cafe, Mario pushed open the door of the Mother Goddess's personal guard duty room with a letter in his hand. After looking around, he said to Irina who was sorting out clues of the serial murder case:
"Little Irina, here is your letter, addressed to Ms. Lixiang."
Irina looked up in confusion, and immediately understood what Mario said. She stood up and took the letter.
This was the secret code she and Michael had agreed upon. Once there was any important clue, he would write a letter and hand it over to the clerical staff of the Moon Flower Café in the name of Ms. Rika.
The clerk will then give the letter to Irina, or if she is not found in person, it will be given to Captain Mario, who will pass it on.
Irina opened the envelope and read it carefully. After reading it, she found a match, lit it, and burned the letter to ensure that the information on it would not be leaked.
"What did the letter say?" Mario asked, staring deeply at Irina.
Irina said seriously: "My informant has received information that the victim of the first case was probably a street prostitute."
"Street girl..." Mario chewed on the term, and suddenly his brain was struck by lightning, and an idea flashed.
"I remember that the victims of the second and fourth cases were also..."
Irina nodded in affirmation.
Mario said seriously, "I understand. I will ask someone to investigate the early life of the first victim."
Mario's expression softened again as he spoke. "If the information is true, with the contribution you received this time plus your previous accumulation, you can apply to exchange for the 'Harvest Priest' potion."
"Praise the Mother Goddess." Irina closed her eyes devoutly and made a gesture of holding a baby.
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My name is Claire, and I'm a little-known mystery writer.
Just yesterday, a new tenant moved in across the street from my house.
Out of courtesy, I plucked up the courage to visit my new neighbor with the little cake I made.
But the other person was not at home, and I didn't know whether this was lucky or unfortunate for me.
But this trip was not completely fruitless, at least I learned about the work of this new neighbor.
He is actually a detective!
Although... this detective is a little weird.
I never thought that one day a detective would live across from me. Ah ha, is there anything more exciting for a mystery writer than this? That's real material!
But the sad thing is that I am extremely bad at interacting with people. I know there is a detective living across the street but I dare not talk to him. This is as torturous as having a mountain of gold but not being able to spend it.
But I'm here today, for my dear Tom.
But kind mother, who can tell me why?
Why isn't he here again?
When Grace turned around in disappointment and prepared to go home, a carriage stopped in front of her.
Claire looked up and found that the elegant gentleman in the car was looking at her.
Claire suddenly realized that this gentleman should be her neighbor across the street.
Yeah, that's right.
At this moment, the emotions revealed in the gentleman's deep eyes gradually changed from doubt to disgust, and finally returned to calm.
Then the gentleman turned his head and said expressionlessly: "Sorry, we went the wrong way. Please go forward."
"Hey! No, wait!"
On this day, for the first time in her life, Claire memorized a person's entire family tree.
Two minutes later, Michael was forced to stand at the door of his house, with an expressionless face and a feeling of despair in his heart.
He was speechless. He had thought he could fish for a while before Irina gave him an answer, but he met the client when he got home.
God knows, the moment Michael saw Claire, his mental warning almost triggered.
"This shouldn't be the case. My attitude is so bad that I haven't even put up any advertisements. How can there still be any business coming to me?" Michael thought with great trouble.
Considering that his current identity could not be revealed, Michael had no choice but to accept the commission.
"Tell me, what do you want me to do?"
Claire's face flushed, and anger made her speak her inner thoughts fluently in front of strangers for the first time.
It only took two minutes to explain the whole story.
After hearing this, Michael said with disgust, "Ah!" "Are you just looking for a cat?"
When Claire heard this, she became furious. She clenched her fists and retorted, "He's not an ordinary cat! Tom is my family, my dearest family!"
Michael was stunned. He didn't expect that his simple complaint would cause such a big reaction from Claire. He could even see tears in the girl's eyes.
After a moment of silence, Michael bowed to Claire solemnly and said, "I apologize to you. Please forgive my rude words just now."
Claire sniffed, raised her hand to wipe away the tears in her eyes, and smiled, "It's okay, I was a little excited just now..."
"Then I'll have to trouble Detective Hulse with Tom's matter."
Michael nodded and smiled, "Of course, let's go to your house first."
Just as the two were about to leave, Michael suddenly stopped and said seriously, "By the way, Miss Claire, there is one thing I must make clear to you in advance."
"Ah? You, please go on."
Michael raised a finger and shook it. "Although I'm sorry for what happened just now, the fee won't be reduced."
Keleisi twitched her lips and said word by word in a serious tone: "Don't worry, you won't lose a penny."
Seeing Michael turning around with satisfaction, Claire, who was following behind him, whispered very quietly:
"What an odd detective."Chapter 15 A Passing Enthusiastic CitizenTitle of the Book:Secret: I just want to farmAuthor: Be a FireflyChapter word count: 3036 wordsUpdate time: 2025-06-19 21:21:52
Michael followed Claire into the townhouse opposite.
He took out his pocket watch and checked the time. It was 10:45 in the morning.
"Oh, I really hope it will be over soon."
Claire was unaware of Michael's thoughts behind her. Gradually regaining her composure, she slowly stopped and stood in front of the door, saying timidly:
"This is my home. That... Detective Hulse, please be serious later. Tom, it's really important to me."
Michael nodded helplessly, "Don't worry, I will definitely do what I promised and I will never break my promise."
While saying this, Michael had already taken a rough look at the surrounding environment.
The layout of the house where Claire lived was similar to the one he rented now, the only difference was the lawn in front of the yard.
At this moment, Michael's eyes focused, he walked quickly forward, and picked up a pinch of white powder from a corner.
Looking at the white powder in his hand, he nodded thoughtfully, then stood up and went back to Claire who was unlocking the door.
Looking at the barren yard in front of him that looked like a programmer's hair, and thinking about his wildly growing lawn, Michael couldn't help but ask:
"Excuse me, Miss Claire..."
"Here!" Claire was so startled when her name was suddenly called that the keys in her hand almost fell to the ground.
Michael sighed inaudibly, "I'm not that scary."
"S-sorry."
Looking at Claire's slightly trembling body, Michael held his forehead with his hand, gave up preaching, raised his hand and pointed to the open space in front of him, and asked:
"I would like to ask, has your lawn been like this since the beginning?"
Although she didn't understand why Michael asked this question, Claire still answered truthfully:
"No, it's not. I used to find it troublesome to take care of the lawn, so a kind botanist helped me to 'sterilize' the land."
Michael's face was full of question marks.
No, do you want to listen to what you are saying?
Not to mention that in Feyneman, land, including its fertility, is extremely important state-owned property, and unauthorized transformation by private individuals is a serious violation of the law.
Anyone would be suspicious of such an act that goes against common sense as "sterilizing" the land, right?
Michael couldn't help but sigh inwardly at this.
I can only say that this is indeed an extraordinary world, where not only the land can be "sterilized", but the brain can too.
He decided in his heart that he would ask Grace for the botanist's contact information after the matter was over.
The other party is 100% an extraordinary person. If he can really become a member of the Mother Goddess's personal guard in the future, then such an extraordinary person who violates the law and disciplines will be a walking half million!
Five hundred thousand!
At this time, Claire's voice brought Michael back to reality. Seeing the girl staring at him with a puzzled look on her face, Michael was not panicked at all and said expressionlessly:
"Take me inside to see where Tom was last seen."
"Oh, yes, okay."
Led by Claire, the two of them went to the kitchen on the first floor.
The girl pointed at the cat bowl on the ground, and she said with a bit of sadness, "This is it, Detective Hulls."
Michael didn't answer, silently checking every corner inside and outside the kitchen.
After observing for a few minutes, he asked Keleisi: "Have you looked elsewhere?"
Claire nodded quickly, and said with obvious worry in her voice: "I have searched the kitchen, the living room, the bedroom on the second floor... I have searched everywhere in the house, but I can't find Tom."
Michael replied: "Did you really search everywhere?"
"Of course, Detective Hulse has discovered something?"
Claire first affirmed it, and then her instinct as a mystery writer told her that when a detective refutes your conclusion, he must have discovered something!
Michael just smiled and passed over the topic.
"Tell me more about the exact time when Tom disappeared."
Keleisi tilted her head and recalled intermittently:
"About... half an hour ago, I prepared cat food for Tom and went to the second-floor room to write. When I went downstairs to get a glass of water because I was thirsty, I found that Tom was gone."
Michael said "hmm" without making any comment. He turned around and said, "Then take me to other places to have a look."
The two of them went up to the second floor of the house together, checked around, and finally came to Claire's study.
The study was in a mess, with all kinds of books piled on the dirty floor, including archaeological, medical, and even some books of unknown type with strange names.
"100 ways to make beautiful lesbians fall in love with me?"
Michael looked at the title of the book in his hand, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he began to doubt his eyes.
He couldn't help but wonder who on earth could write such a forward-thinking book in this era.
Take a look at the signature - Russell Gustave.
At this time, Claire staggered over with a blushing face and snatched the book from Michael's hand in the blink of an eye.
The girl hugged the book tightly to her chest, blushing, lowering her head and whispering in defense: "Please... please don't misunderstand, this is just, just a necessary reference for writing a novel."
Michael said expressionlessly: "Don't worry, our private detectives have received strict training and will never sell out any information about their employers."
It would have been better if Michael didn't say anything. After he did, Claire was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a hole to crawl into on the spot, and she even forgot about Tom for a while.
Michael suddenly asked at this time: "Miss Claire, was this window open before you left?"
Claire raised her head from her arms and looked in the direction of Michael, who was holding a few short blue hairs in his hands.
She shook her head and replied firmly, "Absolutely not. In order to keep quiet, I have never opened the window in the study."
Michael smiled and said loudly, "Then it's clear, Miss Claire. It was your cat that broke the window open and escaped outside."
"How is that possible?!" Claire opened her mouth to retort, but Michael suddenly stepped forward and pinched her mouth with two fingers.
"Woo? Woo!" Claire resisted violently.
Michael raised his hand and gestured to her to be quiet.
Shhh——
Coles stopped struggling, and then watched Michael walk out the door, and continued to shout, "I think we should go outside and look for him quickly. Maybe Tom has run away nearby."
After saying that, Michael stood in front of the stairs, and his steps gradually became light, pretending that he was going downstairs.
Then he pulled Claire and squatted at the bedroom door.
Just when Grace was confused about what Michael was doing, there was a rustling sound suddenly coming from her bedroom.
Claire opened her eyes wide, and fear made her forget to breathe for a moment. The only thing in her ears was the sound of the wind and the reliable figure in front of her.
Crunch.
The moment the door opened, Michael rushed out with a whoosh and fell on the man who came out stealthily from the door.
After several fierce struggles, Michael, who had taken the initiative, finally gained the upper hand and pinned the man down firmly.
"What is going on?" Claire asked with her mouth wide open, looking confused.
Seeing that the man was still struggling, Michael snorted coldly, increased his strength to tie the man's hands behind his back, and then told him his reasoning.
"Remember what I found in the yard before we came in? I found cigarette ashes on the ground in the dead corner between the window and the door."
"From my observation of you, Miss Claire, you should not smoke. Coincidentally, I don't smoke either," Michael joked to ease the atmosphere. He continued, "Then the ash could only have come from a third party."
"Then when I entered the kitchen, I immediately noticed something odd about the kitchen windowsill - it was so clean."
"You know, in order to make fire and cook, the kitchen windows are usually not sealed, so the eaves of the open windows are bound to be covered with dust and other debris, but the fact is just the opposite."
Michael said this, glanced at the man under him and said sarcastically, "This is his first mistake of being too clever."
"What about the second place?" Claire couldn't help but ask curiously.
"Secondly, he wanted to create the illusion that Tom had run outside, so he deliberately ran to the study, opened the window, and scattered some cat hair there.
"But in fact, cats don't have the ability to push open sealed windows. This is what made me see the guy's purpose at a glance - he wanted to trick us out by pretending that the cat had left, so that he could sneak out of the house."
Keleisi suddenly realized a problem, and she quickly asked: "What about Tom? Where did Tom go?"
"You should ask him about this." Michael's expression suddenly became fierce: "Tell me, where is the cat?"
Just as Michael finished his words, the man's body suddenly twisted violently, throwing Michael, who was riding on him, to the side.
Then the man quickly took out a pill from his jacket pocket and swallowed it whole.
Michael suddenly felt something was wrong, and his inner alarm bells started ringing.
As he expected, after taking the pill, the man's body suddenly swelled up and his skin quickly turned gray.
Instead of attacking, he turned and ran towards the bedroom.
Michael reacted and immediately caught up with the man, shouting, "Don't even think about running!"
Bang!
A figure jumped straight down from the second floor, creating a big hole in the ground.
Following closely behind, Michael slid down the pipe and quickly reached into his pocket.
Just as the man was about to run away, two bullets hit his knees first.
Michael held the revolver in his hand and shot the man's lower body again without hesitation.
All five bullets hit the man's legs, completely rendering him unable to move.
Looking at Michael who was gradually approaching him, the man covered his bleeding legs and asked in a shrill voice, "Who are you?"
Michael smiled kindly upon hearing this and said, "Just a kind-hearted citizen passing by."
Then a punch came down.