Becoming a God by Raising a Witch

Only then did Mrs. Armor believe Locke's words. Her body was shaking, and tears burst into her eyes when she looked at the clothes full of moisture in the room.

If I hadn't been a washer, my daughters would most likely not have been infected. Just like the other people in Old Tom's apartment, they would have had no symptoms.

"It's actually like this!"

"Well, this is poisoning. Please go to the hospital as soon as possible."

Locke knew that Mrs. Amore's family was in difficulty, so he took the initiative to take out 300 grams and put it in Mrs. Amore's hands.

"Think of it as something I borrowed from you, and you will pay it back to me when you have the money."

Erin silently watched her food money being sent away by Locke, and the cat's brow furrowed slightly.

This is indeed something Locke can do, and his soul is emitting white light.

"Locke..."

Mrs. Armor wanted to refuse instinctively, but she was afraid that Liqi would lose her life if she delayed any longer. However, if she went to the hospital and spent all her family's savings, it would still mean that the family would not be able to survive this winter.

So in the end, Mrs. Armor chose to accept Locke's kindness.

"Thank you, Locke, you have the same wonderful qualities as Hannah."

"Go to the hospital quickly."

Based on the information he read in the newspaper, Locke pointed out a lower-cost civilian hospital to Mrs. Armor and Lisa, and asked them to go for treatment as soon as possible.

After settling the matter with Mrs. Armor's family, Locke did not rush home because he spent a lot of money. Instead, he went to try his luck near Trey Bridge to see if he could find a suitable job.

If it doesn't work, he can only go to the rich woman Lucy to hold his thigh, hoping that she will still remember him.

Well, the person who spent 30 gold to send away is here again.

I always feel like this is not a good review.

Locke laughed to himself, disappeared into the crowd, and planned to walk to the Trey Bridge area.

Suddenly, two men and women in uniform stopped in front of him.

Generally speaking, the uniforms of ordinary sheriffs are blue, but their clothes are purple.

The style is the same, but it is a high-level police officer that Locke has never seen before.

Their facial features are ordinary and their appearance is very unrecognizable. Even a person with a good memory like Locke may forget them when he turns around.

"Hello, Mr. Locke, there is a case that requires your cooperation in the investigation. Please come with us."

The female sheriff said softly, with a warm smile on her face.

Locke immediately thought of the letter he delivered. Was it really seen by government personnel, so he sent someone to investigate?

"Is it the Compass Water Company case?"

Locke asked.

The male sheriff shook his head, "No, it's a case of missing belongings of a lady."

"Lady's belongings lost?"

Locke looked at the two of them doubtfully.

The black cat on the shoulder gave a hint,

"People from the Weird Investigation Bureau, be careful."

Odd Investigation Bureau? What the hell?

What kind of weird department is this, why are I dressed like a Sheriff, and do I look like some kind of thief who steals from ladies?

Locke cursed, suddenly thinking of the necklace around his neck.

Could it be that this necklace is what they are looking for?

Damn it!

Miss Witch, are you deliberately causing trouble for me?

Such a hot potato, you let me wear it around my neck.

Locke didn't want to mess with weird people, so he immediately took off the necklace from his neck and handed it to the two sheriffs in front of him. This operation shocked Irene.

Although the witch's red crystal necklace is now just a weird object that enhances her charm, it is at least a weird object. It is something that ordinary people dream of, but Locke does not miss it at all.

"Boy, I picked up this necklace yesterday. If someone else lost it, I'm very sorry. I'm willing to return it to its original owner now."

Locke's expression was sincere.

The female Sheriff looked at the red crystal pendant necklace, felt it carefully, shook her head slowly, and handed it to the male Sheriff.

The male sheriff picked up the pendant, rubbed it twice with his hand, and shook his head.

They returned the necklace to Locke,

"Sorry, we found the wrong person."

Locke watched in surprise as the two turned and left.

Using his [acute hearing], he heard the whispers between the two.

"I found the wrong one. This is my first mistake."

The female sheriff said sadly.

"Don't worry, Angela, everyone makes mistakes. It is indeed a necklace contaminated with the breath of a witch, but it is not the one we are looking for. It does not have any breath of soul."

The male sheriff said with relief.

"Twenty people died at the Laszlo Alchemy Factory last night. It was definitely because of the weird C19, and he happened to be at the scene, so he shouldn't have anything to do with it."

The female sheriff said doubtfully.

"Whether it's a disguise or not, let's just wait and see what happens. We'll have to observe him for at least a month."

As the distance between the two gradually exceeded 100 meters, Locke could no longer hear the content of their conversation.

Did the 20 people who impacted the Laszlo Alchemy Factory die? !

What is the weird thing C19? Is this necklace around your neck?

They still have to secretly observe themselves for a month, which means that they are now a suspect in the deaths of these 20 people?

Chapter 25: Do you want to save thirty years of hard work?

"It seems they plan to monitor you for a month. During this time, you are not allowed to talk to me, let alone call me by my real name."

Miss Irene, the black cat on her shoulder, reminded me.

Locke's brows frowned slightly. He wanted to know why the workers at Laszlo's Alchemy Factory died.

"Humble servant, don't be so melancholy. As long as you don't behave abnormally during this period, the people from the Abnormal Bureau will not deal with you. Oh, they may even recruit you. After all, you are holding a necklace contaminated by the witch's breath. , maybe a believer of a certain witch, based on their thinking, they will definitely think so. "

Erin licked her black paw.

When he heard the word "recruitment", Locke's gloomy mood was swept away.

Isn’t recruitment synonymous with recruitment?

"How is the treatment at the Abnormality Bureau?"

Locke asked excitedly.

Erin's cat eyes rolled up slightly, giving Locke a standard big eye roll.

The look in his eyes conveyed the contempt of "Do you think I will know?"

Locke wanted to chase after him and ask if that strange investigation bureau needed a chef. Unfortunately, the two unrecognizable special police officers had disappeared into the sea of ​​people. Their clothes were obviously so conspicuous, but for some reason , as soon as they entered the crowd, they were like water droplets flowing into the sea, making it impossible for anyone to notice.

If being followed by two people like this, there is a high probability that they will not be noticed.

They gave Locke a sense of fragmentation that was both ordinary and very special.

Is this also some kind of super power? Or the effect caused by some weird item?

Locke thought doubtfully and gave up the idea of ​​catching up with the two investigators.

And I'm sure they're hiding around here.

Since they want to observe themselves, it means they will definitely be hiding around.

It's a pity that Locke can't call them out to talk about work generously, because it would betray Eileen or his own abilities.

The people in the Oddity Investigation Bureau will definitely discover that they are abnormal. It would be a tragedy if they considered themselves to be "investigated" as weirdos.

Locke could only temporarily give up the idea of ​​joining the Alien Bureau as a chef and walked towards the Trey Bridge area, following his original plan.

Two hours later, after interviewing at several restaurants, Locke still failed to get the chef job, but he had a few more business cards in his hand.

"We have no shortage of chefs here, but I need a valet as handsome as you. This is my business card. Consider coming to my house to find me."

"I'm sorry, I can't accept you here without a chef degree, but you can consider being my lover."

"Locke, your name is really nice. Do you want to save thirty years of hard work? I can fulfill your wish."

... Locke thought of the rich ladies who coveted their beauty, and was immediately speechless about the necklace around his neck.

It is tasteless to eat and a pity to throw away.

Not only did it not bring him a serious job, he also attracted the Bizarre Investigation Bureau.

However, Irene most likely got the benefit. She seemed to have devoured the remaining souls on the necklace, and her strength should have been improved.

If your cat becomes stronger, does that mean the breeder also becomes stronger?

Locke comforted himself in this way, and at the same time threw the contact information of those rich women into a nearby trash can.

He is not a man who eats soft food. The main reason is that the average age of these rich women has reached 50 years old, and one of them is a man, which is really hard to swallow.

I originally wanted to try my luck at a bakery in the East District, but the black cat on my shoulder started urging me.

"go home quickly."

"What are you going back for?"

"I'm hungry."

Locke sighed and walked in the direction of Pate's neighborhood.

Returning to the familiar Pat area, Locke came to the meat shop.

Bedem, who inherited his father's business, was cutting beef out of boredom and hung the pieces of beef in the window.

He doesn't like the identity of a butcher, nor does he like the butcher's shop. He likes the girls at the Rose Theater, the rum in the Cherry Tavern, and discussing witches like Miss Jenny with an idle young man like Locke.

When he saw Locke, Bedem's eyes shone slightly, as if he had seen the savior who saved him from this boring life.

"Locke!"

Bedem put down the beef and stretched out a pair of greasy hands, intending to give Locke a bear hug.

Locke avoided his hug nimbly, "Bedem, where is Uncle Sam?"

"He went to make a delivery."

Bedem wiped the oil stains on his hands and noticed that there was a black cat on Locke's shoulder. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"Isn't this a cat given to you by a certain witch lady?"

"No, this is Miss Witch."

Locke said honestly.

Bedem was stunned for a moment, then he held his stomach and laughed.

He is a man with a low point of laughter. Even if Locke makes a joke about medium-rare and medium-rare steak, Bedem can laugh all day long.

"Locke, you are so funny. I heard that you like to beat children recently. The children on this street are avoiding you. Is it true?"

Bedem asked.

Locke wiped the sweat from his forehead, "No such thing, I just taught Kai a lesson."

"Stop pretending. Everyone has a special hobby. He just likes to beat children. Compared with Joseph who likes to steal ladies' underwear, there is nothing to be ashamed of."

Bedem raised his eyebrows. Joseph was his bad friend and they often drank together.

Locke chuckled awkwardly and changed the subject.