Becoming a God by Raising a Witch

Since they wanted to avenge the mosquitoes that they had crushed to death, they believed that their target was only themselves. If he stayed in the apartment, Hannah would be implicated.

As for why he was holding on to Miss Irene the black cat, it was because it was his life-saving charm.

If the instigator of the Bureau of Abnormal Investigation did not come out, at the critical moment, he would have to use endless food to seduce Miss Witch to save his life again.

The life-saving charm must not be lost at any time.

Seeing that the black net in the air and the insect tide on the ground were about to merge and completely surround Locke, the bees were ready to use the sharp stings on their buttocks to launch a mutual destruction, and the mosquitoes also showed their sharp mouths. Although the flies and butterflies had little combat power, they also planned to use their bodies to launch a suicide attack on Locke.

The most important attacking force was probably the cockroaches, spiders and ants on the ground, which had already shown their mouthparts.

Locke accelerated and rushed into the vast night.

Fortunately, he has never stopped exercising since he came to this world. His leg muscles are well-developed, and the potential he can burst out at critical moments is amazing. If it were a weak and delicate teenager, he would have been swallowed by the insect tide long ago.

The buzzing sound in his ears quickly approached, and the insects in the streets and alleys rushed out, as if they were going to have a grand party, or as if they were collectively participating in a marathon.

Passers-by screamed on the street.

"Ah——"

"Damn it! What is this?"

"Goddess, help me."

"Damn it, damn it, it's all cockroaches!"

Locke rushed towards the crowded square, waving his hands from time to time to disrupt the encirclement in the sky, and crushed countless ants and cockroaches under his feet, but some still crawled onto his legs.

The homeless people living on the streets and the workers returning home at night were panicked in the insect tide.

Before the Pet Street District was completely in chaos, two investigators appeared.

Angela frowned and blew a whistle. The cockroaches, ants, spiders on the street, bees, mosquitoes, and butterflies in the sky dispersed like a tide.

Di Mo folded his hands in front of his chest, with a serious face,

"Angela, you are too impatient."

"I just wanted to test whether he was involved in the weird field. I didn't expect that he was really an ordinary person."

Angela curled her lips.

Looking at the dispersing insect tide, Locke's legs and feet suddenly became limp, and he sat on the bluestone floor tiles on the ground, pulling off his scarf and breathing heavily.

It was as if all the accumulated strength in his body had exploded at that moment, and now there was only the fatigue of being drained out of his body.

His forehead was full of sweat, and there were four or five traces of bee stings on his face, which had swollen.

If it weren't for the scarf that blocked many bee attacks for him, his head would probably have become a hornet's nest now.

Compared to the embarrassed Locke, the black cat was intact. It seemed that he was holding it in his arms for protection, but in fact, he had just lifted Irene to block several attacks for him.

"Finally, I'm saved."

Locke's chest rose and fell, breathing the fresh air around him.

The sparse voices in his ears were fading.

Locke knew that the people from the Weird Investigation Bureau were nearby. He closed his eyes and carefully recalled the voice of the female investigator named Angela.

Finally, amid the wailing and complaints of the homeless and passers-by, Locke heard that familiar voice.

"Di Mo, if it was an ordinary person, would there be no need to continue to follow him? We still have to find out the whereabouts of C19 as soon as possible."

Angela was communicating with her companions.

"Do you think he is just an ordinary person?"

The man named Di Mo asked.

"Unable to fight back under the insect tide, he only knew to run away with his head in his arms. What else could he be if not an ordinary person? Maybe the necklace stained with the traces of the witch was really just picked up. Let him go to the church to purify himself."

Angela's voice sounded again.

"Before the insect tide formed, he had already rushed out of the apartment and headed towards the densely populated square. This proves that he may have noticed that we were monitoring him and understood the special ability of the strange object in your hand.

He didn't want to implicate the people in the apartment, nor did he want to mess up his own residence, but he wanted to cause a commotion and make things worse, so that we had to stop it.

This calmness, composure and wisdom are not what an ordinary teenager should have."

Di Mo analyzed Locke's behavior.

Locke's brows slightly frowned. Damn, his stress response was completely seen through.

"Di Mo, do you suspect that he killed the 20 workers? And took away C19?"

"This possibility cannot be ruled out. Let's go, stop following him, and go back to apply for C13."

Wait? You're leaving?

Aren't you going to come out to compensate me for my losses?

I was stung by bees four or five times.

Also, what the hell is C13?

Why does it sound like the situation is more dangerous?

Locke wiped the sweat from his forehead, got up from the ground, patted the dust on his coat, and several dead cockroaches fell to the ground.

Irene jumped to the top of Locke's head and used her cat's claws to claw out the dead bees hidden in her messy hair, cleaning them out in beautiful parabolas.

It reminded Locke of the scene of a mother monkey helping a little monkey catch lice.

"They have changed their strategy and will not continue to follow you."

Irene said.

Well, I know, but they are going to use something more powerful to deal with me.

Locke added in his heart.

Erin raised her furry paws, "But, they plan to enter your dream to find the truth about this matter."

Dream? Entering dreams to find out the truth?

So C13 is a weird thing about dream abilities?

Although Locke wanted to ask Erin directly what C13 was, this would reveal that he had the same keen hearing as hers.

So I can only guess based on her description and imagination.

If this is the case, there is a high probability that his identity as a time traveler will be exposed!

Chapter 28: Extra food for you tonight

Erin is also thinking about whether to help Locke overcome this difficulty?

Without risking exposing herself, she would definitely lend a helping hand. After all, this was the servant she had chosen.

But this involves the Abnormality Bureau and C13.

If the investigator really enters Locke's dream world, the fact that he is still alive will be exposed.

Irene can use special threads to control Locke's body movements, but she cannot control Locke's mind, let alone protect him in his dreams.

She now faces two choices.

First, kill Locke so he doesn't reveal his secret.

Second, help Locke, but you need to pay some price.

Do you want to help this rebellious servant who just used himself to block mosquito attacks?

Locke, who calmed down, quickly figured this out.

As far as secrets are concerned, Miss Witch is the same person who hides secrets as herself, but her secret can be easily kept by killing herself, but her own secret must rely on her help.

It's like weights standing at both ends of a scale. If there is complete imbalance, the scale will naturally tilt to one side.

Locke must increase the weight on his side, improve his status in the heart of Miss Witch, and prevent Miss Witch from thinking about killing people and silencing them.

"Xiao Ai, I was wrong."

The first is a sincere apology. I must apologize very sincerely for using a black cat to ward off mosquitoes.

"To make it up to you, I'll give you extra food tonight."

The second is to throw out snacks that are very attractive to foodies.

The black cat's blue vertical pupils indeed became brighter.

"What to eat?"

"Eat BBQ."

"barbecue?"

"Charcoal grill."

Erin swallowed and decided to finish the barbecue cooked by the servant before deciding whether to kill him or not.

As long as you do it before he goes to sleep, you'll be fine.

In short, killing Locke was like squeezing an ant to death for Irene.

Locke shook his scarf and coat to make sure there were no insects on him, and then walked towards Old Tom's apartment.

Nowadays, the only thing Locke can do is his cooking skills.

No, he also has handsome appearance.

But seducing a cat is a very weird thing to do.

After returning to the apartment, Hannah had already walked out of the room and looked at Locke with several bags on his face in surprise.

"Locke, where have you been?"

"I went for a run and exercise. Look, my sweat was like a waterfall. You should exercise more after meals."

Locke said with a smile.

"your face."

"Meeted a few enthusiastic bees."

Hannah covered her forehead with one hand. She didn't expect that her brother was so old and liked to do such childish things as poking hornet's nests. She turned around and walked into the room and took out a bottle of ointment from the drawer.

At this time, Locke had already gotten into the kitchen.

I had planned to make soup stock in the evening, but now I can prepare it.

Wash the beef bones and part of the beef offal and put them in a pot. First, blanch the beef offal and beef bones in boiling water, and then rinse them with cold water.

Thanks to Bedem's generosity, there was enough leftover beef offal to make bamboo skewers.

Cut them and skewer them with homemade bamboo skewers.

These bamboo sticks were made by Locke in his first year in this world. Once, Hannah gave out a bonus, and the siblings cooked a barbecue with bamboo sticks.

Afterwards, due to financial constraints, I never used it again.

Now, in order to please Miss Witch, they will start to shine again.

Erin watched in confusion as Locke used bamboo skewers to string the beef offal piece by piece.

"Why not wrap it in honey and sauce and put it in the oven? What are the bones on the side used for? Why do you throw away the stew?"

"Sorry, dear lady, we don't have an oven at home. We can only use charcoal grilling. This primitive method can be called barbecue. In addition, the bones are used to make stock, which can only be drunk tomorrow. A good pot of stock, It also needs to be cooked for at least 4 to 6 hours, and the effect will be better if you spend it overnight.”

Locke explained in detail that he is very patient with Eileen now, and it can even be said that he does not dare to slack off at all.

Hannah also walked into the kitchen and happened to hear her brother talking to the cat Xiao Ai, with a strange expression on his face.

She walked to Locke and said, "Here, put the medicine on. Don't you feel any pain?"

It hurts, but as soon as I think about my life being lost, it doesn't hurt that much anymore. Saving my life is more important.

Locke answered his sister's question in his mind, lowering his head so that Hannah could easily apply the medicine to herself.

After applying some cold ointment, the pain on my face was slightly relieved.

Locke said,

"Hannah, help put these bamboo stick meats on the charcoal brazier."