Becoming a god by raising witches

The frugal carriage had no decorations or pendants. The body was brown wood-colored, with only simple mahogany lacquer applied to the roof and bottom. It was driven by the most common Kosork black-tailed horses, and the coachmen were dressed in their everyday clothes, looking very casual.

The luxurious carriages are not only carved with intricate patterns, but also adorned with various beautifully shaped sculptures on the roof. Exquisite pendants, mainly in black and gold, hang from the sides. Even the horses are Yorkshire chestnut horses, with luxurious feathered reins, and their manes and tails are neatly trimmed. The drivers are also impeccably dressed, wearing specially made coachman suits. These suits are looser in design and quite different from the suits worn by gentlemen in their daily lives.

The practical carriages in the Terre district are also predominantly black, but there are no excessive decorations on the roof or sides. The interior is quite comfortable, with soft cushions and exquisite curtains, making it the first choice for the middle class. The horses used are local black-tailed horses, and only the best black-tailed horses with strong bodies and graceful figures are selected. They are faster than ordinary horses, but not as fast as date palms.

Locke is currently riding in a brown wooden carriage, a style typical of the frugal West End.

The carriage that passed by was white.

This carriage does not belong to any of the Kossork styles; it is entirely white, and even the horses pulling it are white, making it very impressive.

The last time Locke saw it was last night.

A beautiful blonde woman was sitting in the car at the time.

Her face is just like Krista's.

Locke felt a chill run down his spine and held his breath.

Locke only breathed a sigh of relief when the lady in the carriage drew back the curtain, revealing an unfamiliar face.

This was a strikingly beautiful red-haired woman around thirty years old. Her face was expressionless; she glanced at Locke briefly before looking away.

He almost thought he had run into Krista again.

This carriage is truly unforgettable. However, it's not unusual to see such out-of-town carriages on the streets of Kosork, whether they come from neighboring cities or are custom-made by carriage companies. At most, they might just arouse the curiosity of some passersby.

After Locke's brown wooden carriage had gone far away, the voices of two women inside the carriage could be heard.

"is it him?"

"There's a familiar feeling. If he himself isn't a witch, then there must be a witch around him, and he must have come into contact with the Book of Witches."

"He seemed scared just now. Does he know you?"

"Perhaps they don't know me, but rather they've come into contact with music boxes."

"He touched the music box and didn't die? Then he's from the Bureau of Paranormal Investigations."

“In any case, we’ve finally found a clue, which is a good thing for me. Suna, keep an eye on him.”

"Should we go with him to his residence now?"

“No need, I don’t want to attract the attention of the Bureau of Investigation. You have a better way to contact him.”

[Acuity of hearing +1]

Locke's heart pounded again as he listened to the conversation between the two women in the white carriage.

"Driver, please go to 34 Wells Road, East End."

Chapter 102, This Damn Competitive Spirit!

Late at night, the Sixth Bureau of Oddities.

With the Bureau of Investigation doors closed, Locke had no choice but to use the combination of his [Long Hair Art] and [Physical Coordination] abilities to climb up the building, reaching the windowsill of the second-floor office, and then jumping through the open window.

Locke suspected that the investigators were deliberately leaving the windows open so they could climb in if needed.

He remembered Sieg saying that the sixth floor was the director's private storage room and bedroom, which meant that even after get off work, Renis would not leave the Bureau of Investigation.

However, Sieg had warned him not to disturb Rhaenys lightly, as she had many secrets.

Locke walked from the second floor to the fourth floor, where a strange crying sound came from the library.

If Locke hadn't known Miss Ghost and that she lived in the library, he probably would have been terrified by the crying and thought he'd encountered a ghost.

He continued walking upwards with a composed gait. The fifth floor was the archives room, whose door resembled that of a bank vault, with a complex gear-like rotating mechanism on the outside of the heavy iron door.

Locke had just gotten close when he heard a bang.

A protruding human-shaped face appeared on the heavy iron gate, as if someone inside was illegally interrogating a prisoner and slamming the prisoner's head hard against the iron gate, causing it to deform.

But at this hour, there's no way anyone could be in the archives, and no one's head could possibly smash a metal plate into that shape.

Locke looked closely and noticed that the newly protruding humanoid face seemed to be giving off a strange smile.

Locke wondered if he was seeing things. He rubbed his eyes, and the raised marks on the iron gate disappeared as if they had never been there.

He pricked up his ears and heard people talking inside.

"Stop teasing him, he's just a poor newcomer, Dimo."

"Angela, I just wanted to say hello to Locke."

"Let's forget about it. Locke can't know about our affairs."

"Sieg, are you all better?"

“I’m all better now. You should ask Robson.”

"Boyd, don't kill him."

Locke frowned. Dimmel, Angela, Sieg, Robson, and Boyd were all in the archives? What were they doing? Who had they killed?

What is it that you can't let me know?

No, they couldn't all be in the archives, especially late at night. At this hour, Sieg would already be in some lady's bed, definitely not working overtime at the Bureau of Investigation, let alone interrogating criminals.

Moreover, almost all missions are completed in small teams. So far, there are no cases that involve all investigators. If there were, Renis would have no reason not to tell her.

If she really doesn't tell me, it proves that this isn't something I should know.

There's something strange in the archives! Or rather, some weird thing is locked inside and wants to get out! So he imitated all the investigators' voices, trying to lure me inside.

Thinking of this, Locke swallowed hard, quickly left the fifth floor, and stepped onto the stairs to the sixth floor.

We finally arrived at Renis's bedroom.

Locke knocked on the door.

"Chief, are you there?"

Rhaenys, still in her pajamas, opened the door and looked at Locke sleepily.

"Locke, is something the matter?"

"Chief, I saw Krista again. They seem to be here for the strange substance CO03. Maybe it's because I came into contact with CO03 before, and she smelled my scent. In any case, I'm being targeted."

Locke swore he hadn't looked at Renis's semi-transparent white lace slip dress or her long, fair legs; his mind was on the report, which was why he was staring at Renis.

Renis narrowed her eyes and closed the door.

About three minutes later, the door to the room opened again.

She had changed into a purple trench coat uniform, every button fastened, with not a single inch of skin exposed below her neck.

"Go to the office."

Locke followed Renis downstairs. This time, the fifth floor was unusually quiet, with no sound of discussion and the iron gate not deformed.

“I just overheard Sieg and the others talking inside.”

To verify his hypothesis, Locke said to Renis.

Renis smiled faintly. "It seems you've controlled your curiosity very well, which is a good thing. Too much curiosity can kill an investigator."

What exactly is in the archives?

Locke asked, puzzled.

Renis said calmly, "I take back the compliment I just gave you."

"I'm sorry, Chief, I was wrong."

Locke immediately admitted his mistake.

Rhine glanced at the obedient and sensible Locke and replied,

"The archives contain all the files on the handling of strange incidents. These files are very valuable, so we used a strange object to protect them. This strange object is called B116. It has its own soul and is very eager for freedom. It always wants to escape the Bureau of Investigation, so it always tempts newcomers. Once you are intrigued and open the door to the archives, it will tempt you to take it away, and in the end you will become its puppet."

Locke's Adam's apple bobbed, and he swallowed again. He asked tentatively,

"What's it called?"

"We call it a safe."

Locke nodded slightly, remembering the characteristics of safe number B116.

The two walked up to the fourth floor, where the library became unusually quiet.

"I think I heard Miss Tia crying just now."

Locke said.

"Don't worry about her. During the day, her memory is basically sealed. She only remembers cleaning and reading. At night, she will remember that she used to be a person, and then she will start crying and complaining endlessly. After midnight, never go into the library, because Tia will drag you into telling her about her tragic experiences and how the evil director persecuted her all night."

Renis said in a calm tone.

No sooner had she finished speaking than the sound of Ghostly Tia's crying came from the library again.

"Waaaaah~ Why did you turn me into a monster? Why did you leave me here? Renis, you are more wicked than a demon! I curse you! I will curse you forever! Waaaaah~ My poor fiancé Chuck, I want to see Chuck, bring him to me."

This time, Tia even spoke in complete sentences.

Locke looked at Renis in surprise.