In the early morning, in the depths of the Thorn Campus, which began to be lively, in the small brick and stone building, Tang Qi had already eaten breakfast.

The incomparably sweet, soft and glutinous sweet sweet potato, turn around in the oven, peel off the skin, the whole small building is shrouded in a rich aroma, and with a cup of yogurt, it can't be more satisfying, anyway, the mysterious side people don't need to worry about overweight, right?

After packing everything up and picking up the textbooks and today's "extracurricular materials", Tang Qi, like the students who had begun to gather on campus at this time, rushed to class.

However, when he walked to the small living room, Tang Qi paused, walked to a shelf, lifted the black cloth covering the glass bottle, and said hello, "Good morning, Professor Cassel." ”

At the same time, he opened the lid and poured some water into Professor Rick Cassel inside.

Then he closed the lid, but did not cover the black cloth again, but waited for Professor Cassel to wave his tentacle in response, and chuckled: "As my tenant, Professor Cassel also needs to pay rent, but for the sake of your current state, please ask the professor to pay the rent by taking care of my house." ”

Hearing Tang Qi's words, Cassel, who was immersed in the clear water, was obviously a little unresponsive, and only reacted after a second, and then raised his tentacle very stiffly, and gently tapped the glass bottle twice to express his agreement.

Receiving an affirmative answer, Tang Qi waved politely, then locked the door, and soon merged into the student tide.

Letting Professor Cassel take care of his home was just a small gesture on a whim by Donch.

If someone really sneaks into Tang Qi's house, it is likely that it will be a mysterious person, and with the small means that Professor Cassel hid, I am afraid that no one can be helped.

What is really insured is what Tang Qi set up himself.

His collections, the most precious now, are naturally the secret medicines he spent a day and a night concocting, and the rest, such as human skin paste and devil dog hybrid manuscripts, are not so important, once there is an intruder, recklessly open Tang Qi's safe, there is a high probability that he will get a baptism of explosion.

And the Wonderful Hair Knot, the Hager's Blade, or the Blood Python No. 1 that really had an effect on Tang Qi were all carried by him.

If the students who were in class with him, or the teachers who taught him, knew that this guy was carrying a hand cannon, I don't know what his expression would be?

But it seems that there is no need to worry about this, because during this time, no one cares about Tang Qi or Sally.

Although it is an aristocratic high school, except for some second generations, most students are still studying very hard, after all, it is a city with a lot of competitive pressure, and middle-class children actually work harder than those from the lower or top classes.

Lower-class students, unless they are a genius like Sally, have no chance of stepping into this high school.

And those second-generation people at the top level seem to have had some accidents, or are brewing something, and they have collectively asked for leave recently.

This would not have happened at any other school.

But here, power and money are the real masters, especially the parents of the second generation who take leave, and most of them are school directors, so the privilege has become normal.

Without the second generation who likes to cause trouble the most, ordinary students are afraid of Tang Qi or Sally's attitude.

The two of them couldn't have been more laid-back.

Sally still looks like a sloppy housegirl, listening carefully to lectures, taking notes seriously, and by the way, she also remembered Tang Qi's share.

Tang Qi, on the other hand, seriously studied those tomes, whether it was "One Hundred Years of the Federation: Weird, Absurd and True" or "Monster Files", or several other books borrowed by Tang Qi, the content in them was complicated and messy, which made people headaches.

That is, Tang Qi, who can watch all day without feeling tired at all.

Speaking of which, the privilege of being able to take leave at any time and not attend class is actually something that Tang Qi also has.

Not long after it was obtained, it was coordinated by the Mercer Police Department and Thorn High School, and Tang Qi, as a "police department consultant", could take classes flexibly, and he could just say a word if he wanted to.

Of course, this is to facilitate Tang Qi's fulfillment of his advisor responsibilities, but the reception director of Thorn High School may not think so.

Probably just exclaimed in the bottom of my heart, there must be some big man standing behind this student whose parents died, but this big man has some bad taste, and in order to give a student privileges, he also gave him the title of a police consultant.

Yesterday I took a day off from work with Steiner, and Donkey was supposed to go to the police station today.

The day before yesterday, he successfully handled the news of the "Tulip Street Murder Case" and the "Ice Corpse Case", and after fermenting for a whole day, it is almost conceivable that at this time, there are mountains of case files in the Mercer Police Station, and various jurisdictions will desperately throw over the cases involving the extraordinary and mysterious side.

Unfortunately, for one reason, Tang Qi had to postpone it for another day.

He spent the whole day in the school district, reading a book as if waiting for something.

But it wasn't until late in the evening that all the students had dispersed, and he said goodbye to Sally, and he didn't wait.

Tang Qi turned around the small building before nightfall, and while preparing dinner for himself, he couldn't help but think.

"The photo was sent the day before yesterday, two days, it stands to reason that it should be enough for that family to come to the door, Samra is traveling, and there is no trace of the acting patriarch Morgan, aren't they curious?

"No, since they have found the villa, they must know my identity, or the identity of the original owner, and maybe they already know the news of the death of old Morgan. ”

"But that's not real death, according to their tribe's customs, the disappearance of the soul is the real death, which is why Samra doesn't come to the door now, after all, I just cremated the body of old Morgan, but his soul is still on the scale. ”

"So, why hasn't the family controlled by Abu come to me yet?"

"They don't know about the soul exchange ceremony, but the old Morgan who has been taking care of them and supplying them with money is missing, as the little master, I should be the most reasonable to know the truth, if they want to know everything, they can only come and ask me?"

"Maybe something happened in the middle of this?

The thought flickered here, Tang Qi stopped, there was too little clue information, and speculation out of thin air had no effect.

After eating dinner quickly, Tang Qi did not continue to wait, nor did he enter the cultivation of meditation as usual.

But again, before the workbench.

Tonight, he's going to do something, but until then, he's going to add a weapon to himself.

In chaga fighting, it's not just about punches and kicks.

But what kind of weapon it was, Tang Qi himself couldn't predict.

"This feels a bit like playing games and opening boxes in my previous life. ”

"My luck shouldn't be too bad. ”

Tang Qi muttered, then reached into his arms and took out a handful, whether in terms of shape, craftsmanship or other aspects, it was very rough and bad...... Bone blades.