Becoming a god by raising witches

Locke watched in surprise as the fruit knife in Levy's hand drew closer and closer, and explained,

"I am an investigator from the Sixth Sheriff's Division. I apologize for concealing this from you before."

"Are you Locke or Boyd?"

Levy Bilal's eyes widened, a hint of madness flashing within them, as if she would plunge a knife into Locke's neck if he didn't provide a reasonable answer.

"Does it matter who I am? You're tying me up now, are you trying to prevent me from going to find Kona?"

Locke asked.

"Locke, you are Locke, you liar, you and Cona are in cahoots, aren't you? You plotted to steal the red dancing shoes. You approached me in the first place because of the shoes. Those strange dreams were all your doing."

"Levy Bilal said with perfect clarity."

“I’m not with Kona. I’m trying to save you. Those shoes will kill you.”

As Locke spoke, the hair on the back of his head grew longer and longer, silently extending behind Levy Bilal.

"You're still lying to me! Those are the dance shoes that helped me achieve my dream. How could they possibly hurt me? It's you people who deserve to die, you all deserve to die."

Levy Bilal swung the fruit knife and plunged it into Locke's heart.

Locke's hair caught her hand just in time, pulling it backward and dragging Levy Bilal's entire body up with it.

Levy Bilal's eyes widened in terror as she was pulled down to the ground by her hair.

"How could this be? What is this thing?"

“Miss Levy Bilal, you are ill and are hallucinating.”

As Locke spoke, he used his hair to untie the ropes binding his arms.

After mastering the skillful manipulation of his hair, he essentially gained many extra hands, which proved extremely useful in escaping danger.

"No, no, you're a monster, you long-haired monster!"

"Levy Bilal screamed."

"Meow~"

She suddenly heard a cat meow behind her.

Levy Bilal turned around and saw a three-meter-long cat, which terrified her so much that she fainted on the spot.

Eileen licked her paws, shrank back to her original size, and jumped onto Locke's back.

"How boring. I thought it was someone trying to arrest you, but it's just an ordinary person."

"Was that dizziness just now... was I drugged?"

"At the Rose Theater, they have some special drugs that are colorless and odorless and can be dispersed in the air. Contact with them will cause unconsciousness. Your current physical condition is not immune to them, so you will need to be careful with these women in the future."

Eileen reminded her.

"That's actually the case."

Locke couldn't help but feel a little scared. Luckily, he woke up in time. If he had been drugged and taken away by some big man instead of Levy Bilal, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

“She already knows my true identity, so I can only take her to the Bureau of Investigation and ask Boyd what to do.”

Locke helped the unconscious Levy Bilal to her feet and led her out of her lounge.

Having successfully left the Rose Theater, Locke rushed back to the Bureau of Investigation and went into his office.

"Boyd, have you found Kona? I'm in a bit of trouble."

"I've found her. She's in Raphael's Tavern in the West End. It's only a matter of time before she's arrested. What about you?"

Boyd saw Levy Bilal on Locke's shoulder and immediately realized what trouble he was in.

"You've revealed your strange abilities?"

"There's nothing I can do, she's going to arrest me and make me responsible for the loss of the red dancing shoes."

Locke said helplessly.

"It's okay, we just need to make her feel like she had a ridiculous nightmare. It's not difficult. We can use the Heart of Dreams. Hmm, it would be best to send her back. And this too."

Boyd took out a pair of red dancing shoes.

"The red dancing shoes? You found them?"

Locke asked in surprise.

“No, this is not a strange object. It’s just a regular red ballet shoe, almost identical in appearance to a regular red ballet shoe. If we put it back, Levy Bilal will realize when she wakes up that she really had a very long dream.”

Boyd explained.

"Why didn't you take it out sooner?"

"I happened to see this when I passed by a shoe store while I was chasing Kona, and I suddenly thought that it might come in handy."

“Okay, Boyd, I found out that the person who took Cona was named Mario. Ms. Molly described his appearance in detail: he's about 1.89 meters tall, roughly 1.88 meters tall excluding the thickness of his boots. He has a noticeable scar on his face, a nose ring on his ear, gray eyes, short brown hair, a pointed nose, and a long face. Do you know this person?”

“Mario, I remember he was on a wanted list, a human trafficker being hunted, which means we haven’t found any leads.”

Boyd confirmed Locke's guess, and seeing Locke's slightly disappointed expression, he comforted him.

“You need to rest. Why don’t you take a nap first, and then we can do these things? I don’t think Miss Levy will wake up anytime soon.”

"If you don't want others to notice anything unusual about you, you'd better rest for a while."

Eileen reminded her.

Locke covered his head with one hand, pretending to have a terrible headache.

"I am indeed a bit tired. I'll be fine after a short nap. I'll leave the rest to you."

"It's alright, don't worry, we'll find the red dancing shoes eventually."

At Boyd's suggestion, Locke went to sleep in the investigators' lounge.

This was Locke's first time entering the lounge, which was furnished much like a bedroom, with a bed, sofa, and coffee table.

Locke lay back on the bed, hands behind his head, looking at Eileen, and asked...

"Kona is in the tavern, why don't we go find her first?"

"You should try to trust your partner. It's not an emergency. Why not get some sleep and rest?"

Erin said.

"Ok."

Locke closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep, but his brain remained in an excited state, preventing him from sleeping.

"What should I do? I can't sleep."

Before she could finish speaking, Eileen's furry paw slapped Locke on the forehead, knocking him unconscious.

"Can you sleep now?"

When Locke woke up again, it was already evening.

Locke rubbed his head. "Little Ai, why did you launch a surprise attack?"

"I'm helping you. Boyd has brought Kona back. Do you want to go see her?"

"Eileen asked."

"it is good."

Locke got up, left the lounge, and went into the investigator's office.

Boyd saw Locke and spoke to him.

"She's been sent back; she won't remember what you did to her."

Angela and Dimo ​​both gave each other strange looks, as if they suspected Locke of doing something heinous.

Locke broke out in a sweat and asked,

Where is Kona?

"That girl is acting strangely; she's been locked up in the dungeon. I'll take you to see her in a bit."

Boyd replied.

"Have they found the person behind her?"

"No, after she went to the tavern, she only contacted two ordinary people, both of whom were her former friends. She borrowed money from them, wanting to escape Kosork. From beginning to end, the person behind the scenes never showed up to meet with her."

"Where are the red dancing shoes?"

"Still on her feet."

A moment later, Boyd led Locke to the underground cell.

Kona was imprisoned in one of the dark dungeons. She huddled in a corner, shivering, her eyes brimming with tears.

Boyd and Locke walked down the corridor of the cell block, looking through the iron bars at the prisoner Kona who was being held inside.

Locke finally understood why Boyd had said Cona was strange; Cona's feet seemed to have become one with the red dancing shoes, which looked very eerie.

"How is this going?"

“I’ve never encountered this situation before. It seems that the Red Shoes didn’t choose her as their host, but rather wanted to devour her.”