Chapter 74

Early in the morning, Tang Qi had already had breakfast in the brick and stone building deep in the thorns campus.

The incomparably sweet, soft and waxy soft sweet potato turns around in the oven. As soon as the skin is peeled off, the whole small building is shrouded in strong aroma. It can't be more satisfied with a cup of yogurt. Anyway, mysterious people don't need to worry about overweight, right.

Pack everything up and pick up the textbooks and today's "extracurricular materials". Tang Qi, like the students who have begun to gather on the campus at this time, has to rush to class.

But when he got to the small living room, don chiton paused, went to a shelf, lifted the black cloth on the glass bottle, and said, "good morning, Professor Kassel."

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

Then he closed the lid, but did not cover the black cloth again. After waiting for Professor Kassel to wave his tentacle in response to himself, he smiled and said, "as my tenant, Professor Kassel also needs to pay the rent, but for your current state, please ask the professor to pay the rent by looking after my house."

Hearing Tang Qi's words, Kassel, who was soaking in clear water, obviously had a slow reaction. He didn't react until a second later. Then he raised his tentacle very stiff and tapped the glass bottle twice to agree.

When he got a positive answer, Tang Qi waved politely, then locked the door and soon joined the tide of students.

It was only a small act of Tang Qi's whim to let Professor Kassel look after the house.

If someone really sneaks into Tang Qi's house, it will probably be a mysterious person. With the small means hidden by Professor Kassel, I'm afraid it can't help anyone.

What's really safe is what Tang Qi set up himself.

The most precious of his collections today is naturally the secret medicine he spent day and night configuring. The rest, such as human skin cream and devil dog hybrid manuscripts, are not so important. Once an intruder recklessly opens Tang Qi's safe, he will probably be baptized by an explosion.

The wonderful hair knot, Hagrid's blade or blood Python 1 that really worked on Tang Qi were carried by him.

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

However, there seems to be no need to worry about these, because no one cares about Tangqi or Sally these days.

Although it is an aristocratic high school, except for some second-generation students, most students still study very hard. After all, it is a city with great competitive pressure. Middle-class children actually work harder than those at the bottom or top.

Lower class students, unless they are talented like Sally, have no chance to enter this high school.

The second generation at the top seems to be having an accident or brewing something. Recently, they have collectively asked for leave.

If it were in another school, this would not happen.

But here, power and money are the real masters, especially the parents of the second generation who ask for leave, and most of them are school directors, so privileges become very normal.

Without the second generation who like to make trouble most, ordinary students avoid Tang Qi or Sally.

They can't be more leisurely.

Sally still looks like a sloppy housewife. She listens to the class carefully, takes notes carefully, and writes down Tangqi's share by the way.

Tang Qi, on the other hand, is seriously studying most of the books, whether it's "a hundred years of federal strangeness, absurdity and truth", or "monster files", or several other books Tang Qi borrowed. The contents are complicated and messy, which gives people a headache.

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

In fact, Tang Qi also has the privilege of asking for leave at any time.

Shortly after his acquisition, he was coordinated by Mercer police station and thorns high school. As a "police consultant", Tang Qi can have flexible classes and just say a word if he has to go.

Of course, this is to facilitate Tang Qi to perform his consulting responsibilities, but the reception director of thorns high school may not think so.

Probably just marveled at the bottom of my heart. There must be some big man standing behind the student whose parents died. It's just that the big man has some bad taste. In order to give a student privilege, he gave him the title of police consultant.

After asking for a day off with Stana yesterday, Tang Qi should have gone to the police station today.

The day before yesterday, he successfully handled the news of "tulip Street murder" and "ice corpse case". After fermentation for a whole day, it is almost conceivable that at this time, there are a mountain of case files in Mercer police station, and all jurisdictions will try their best to throw over the cases involving extraordinary and mysterious sides.

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

He stayed in the campus all day, reading books and waiting for something.

But in the evening, all the students dispersed, and he said goodbye to Sally. He didn't wait.

Tang Qi turned back to the small building before nightfall. While preparing dinner for himself, he couldn't help thinking.

"The photo was sent the day before yesterday. Two days should be enough for the family to come to the door. Samra is traveling and there is no trace of acting clan elder Morgan. Aren't they curious? Don't they worry?"

"No, since they have found the villa, they must know my identity, or the identity of the original owner. Maybe they already know the news of old Morgan's death."

"But that's not really death. According to the customs of their tribe, the disappearance of the soul is the real death. That's why Samra doesn't come to the door now. After all, I just cremated the body of old Morgan, but his soul is still well on the Libra."

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

"They don't know about the soul changing ceremony, but the old Morgan who has been taking care of them and supplying money is missing. As the little master, I should have the best reason to know the truth. If they want to know everything, they can only ask me?"

"In the middle, maybe something happened? Dragged them down?"

When the thought flickered here, Tang Qi stopped. There were too few clues and information, and speculation out of thin air didn't work.

After a quick dinner, Tang Qi did not continue to wait, nor did he enter the practice of meditation as usual.

But again, in front of the workbench.

Tonight, he's going to do something, but before that, he's going to add a weapon to himself.

Chaga fighting involves more than boxing.

However, Tang Qi could not predict what kind of weapon it was.

"It feels a little like playing games and opening boxes in previous lives."

"My luck should not be too bad."

Tang Qi muttered, then reached into his arms and took out one. It was very rough and bad... Bone blade in terms of shape, technology and other aspects.