Becoming a god by raising witches

They will also be secretly observing me for a month, which means I am now a suspect in the deaths of these 20 people?

Chapter 25, Do you want to avoid working hard for thirty years?

"It seems they plan to monitor you for a month. During this time, do not speak to me, and especially do not call me by my real name."

Miss Eileen, the black cat on my shoulder, reminded me.

Locke frowned slightly; he was eager to know why the workers at the Lasslo Alchemy Factory had died.

"Humble servant, don't be so melancholy. As long as you don't act strangely during this time, the Bureau of Investigation won't deal with you. Oh, they might even recruit you. After all, you have a necklace tainted with the aura of a witch. Maybe you're a follower of some witch. That's what they'll definitely think."

Eileen licked her black claws.

Upon hearing the word "recruitment," Locke's gloomy mood vanished instantly.

Isn't recruitment just a synonym for hiring?

"What are the benefits like at the Bureau of Extraordinary Investigations?"

Locke asked excitedly.

Eileen rolled her cat-like eyes slightly upward, giving Locke a classic eye roll.

His eyes conveyed a disdainful tone, as if to say, "You think I would know?"

Locke really wanted to chase after them and ask the Oddity Investigation Bureau if they needed a chef, but the two special sheriffs who looked completely indistinguishable had already disappeared into the crowd. Even though their clothes were so conspicuous, for some reason, once they entered the crowd, they were like drops of water flowing into the ocean, completely unnoticed.

If you were being followed by two people like these, you would most likely not even notice.

They gave Locke a sense of disconnect that was both ordinary and very special.

Is this some kind of superpower? Or is it the effect of some strange object?

Locke pondered this with doubt and abandoned the idea of ​​catching up with the two investigators.

And they were certain that they were hiding nearby.

Since they want to observe me, it means they must be hiding nearby.

Unfortunately, Locke couldn't just call them out to talk about work, because that would betray Eileen's or his own abilities.

The people at the Bureau of Paranormal Investigation will definitely notice my abnormality. If they also "investigate" me as a paranormal being, then it will be a tragedy.

Locke had to temporarily abandon his idea of ​​becoming a chef at the Bureau of Investigation and head towards the Trey Bridge area, following his original plan.

Two hours later, after interviewing at several restaurants, Locke still hadn't gotten a chef's job, but he had a few more business cards in his hand.

"We don't need any chefs here, but I need a handsome male servant like you at home. Here's my business card. If you've thought it over, come to my house."

"I'm sorry, you don't have a chef's diploma, so we can't accept you here, but you can consider being my mistress."

"Locke, what a nice name. Do you want to avoid working for thirty years? I can grant your wish."

Locke thought of the wealthy women who coveted his beauty and was speechless at the necklace around his neck.

It is a pity that it is tasteless.

Not only did it fail to bring him a proper job, it also attracted the attention of the Bureau of Strange Investigations.

However, Eileen most likely benefited from it; she seems to have absorbed the remaining soul on the necklace, and her power should have increased.

If your cat becomes stronger, does that mean your cat's owner has become stronger as well?

Locke consoled himself in this way, while throwing the contact information of those rich women into a nearby trash can.

He's not the kind of man who lives off women; the main problem is that these rich women are on average 50 years old, and one of them is even a man, which makes it hard to swallow.

I was originally planning to try my luck at the bakery in the East District, but the black cat on my shoulder was already urging me on.

"go home quickly."

"What are you going back for?"

"I'm hungry."

Locke sighed and walked towards Pete Street.

Back in the familiar Pete district, Locke went to the butcher shop.

Bedem, following in his father's footsteps, was idly slicing beef and hanging pieces of it in the shop window.

He disliked being a butcher, and he disliked butcher shops. He liked the girls at the Rose Theater, the rum at the Cherry Tavern, and discussing witches like Miss Jenny with idle young men like Locke.

When Bedham saw Locke, his eyes lit up slightly, as if he had seen a savior who would rescue him from his boring life.

"Locke!"

Bedem put down the beef, stretched out his greasy hands, and prepared to give Locke a bear hug.

Locke deftly dodged his embrace. "Bedem, where's Uncle Sam?"

"He went to deliver goods."

Bedham wiped the grease off his hands and noticed a black cat on Locke's shoulder. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"Could this be a cat that a witch gave you?"

"No, this is Miss Witch."

Locke said honestly.

Bedem paused for a moment, then clutched his stomach and burst out laughing.

He's a man who laughs very easily; even if Locke tells a joke about rare and medium-rare steaks, Bedem can laugh all day long.

"Locke, you're so funny. I heard you've been hitting kids lately, and all the kids on this street are avoiding you. Is that true?"

Bedem asked.

Locke wiped the sweat from his brow. "No, that's not true. I just taught Kai a lesson."

"Stop pretending. Everyone has their own quirks. It's just that I like to hit children. Compared to Joseph, who likes to steal women's underwear, there's nothing to be ashamed of in this quirk."

Bedem raised an eyebrow. Joseph was his close friend, and they often drank together.

Locke chuckled awkwardly twice and then changed the subject.

Thanks to his relationship with Bedem, he easily obtained the offal and cleaned beef bones from the butcher shop.

"Are all of these really free?"

Locke was a little embarrassed.

"No need, it was going to be thrown away anyway. You can take it if you want. Come find me tomorrow, and I can give you the freshest one."

Bedem said generously.

"No, I have to pay."

Locke stubbornly took out 2 Micks and stuffed them into Bedem's pocket.

The main purpose was so that when Bedham spoke with his elderly father, Uncle Sam, who had returned home, he could say with dignity that Locke had bought the animal offal that the butcher shop didn't need, rather than that he had given Locke's family the animal offal they didn't want.

Given Bedham's character, if he didn't give money, he could tell the neighbors the next day that the food at Locke's house was all given to him for free.

But as long as he was paid, even if it was just 2 mice, Bedem would say that he had made a big deal, selling off all the animal organs that nobody wanted.

The effects of these two are completely different.

If Locke were to encounter Uncle Sam next time, he could tell Uncle Sam that he had made an agreement with his son to buy these ingredients every day for only 2 mice.

Locke, having secured the ingredients, went home in high spirits, only to hear those two familiar voices again on the way.

"Is that cat on his shoulder really a witch?"

"The young female sheriff asked."

"It should just be an ordinary cat; there's no sign of it breathing."

The older male sheriff answered.

"Okay, I was too nervous, but I've determined that he's most likely a follower of some witch. Maybe following him will yield some unexpected results."

"Angela, don't forget our mission: to investigate the missing C19."

Chapter 26, A Mosquito

The two seemed to be within 100 meters of him, and Locke could hear their whispers if he just listened carefully.

Of course, this also takes a lot of effort.

There are just too many people talking within 100 meters.

Uncle Martin pulled Kai into a nearby alley, afraid that I would beat Kai up again.

Mrs. Neil was berating her useless husband for spending his time fooling around at the Rose Theatre and not coming home to take care of their sick child.

Old John was teaching young John to be careful when stealing, and not to miss people like Mr. Neil at the entrance of the Rose Theatre.

Countless clamorous words flooded Locke's ears.

Following suit, Locke, having mastered the skill of "Life Insight," is already practicing how to control his "Acuity of Hearing."

Focus on listening to the black cat on your shoulder, the witch's voice.