Lord of Enigma

In the early morning, in the depths of the thorny campus, where the hustle and bustle began, Tang Qi had already had his breakfast in the small brick building

The incredibly sweet and soft glutinous red sweet potato, fresh out of the oven with its skin peeled off. The whole building was covered with a rich aroma, and then matched with a cup of yogurt, it could not be more satisfying. Anyway, people on the supernatural side didn't need to worry about being overweight, right?

After tidying up everything, he picked up his textbook and today's "extracurricular materials". Tang Qi, like the students who had started to gather on campus at this time, had to rush to his class.

However, when he walked to his small living room, he paused for a moment, then walked to a shelf, opened the black cloth that covered the glass bottle, and greeted, "Good morning, Professor Kassel."

At the same time, he opened the lid and poured in some water.

After closing the lid, he didn't cover it with the black cloth again. Instead, he waited for Professor Kassel to wave his tentacles in response, and said with a chuckle, "As my tenant, Professor Kassel also needs to pay the rent, but concerning your current state, I'll trouble you to pay it by minding the house."

Hearing Tang Qi's words, Kassel, who was immersed in the clear water, was a bit unresponsive. It took him a second to react. Then he raised his tentacles stiffly and gently tapped the glass bottle twice to show his agreement.

After getting an affirmative answer, Tang Qi waved his hand in courtesy, locked the door, and soon joined the crowd of students.

Making Professor Kessel mind the house was just on a whim.

If someone actually sneaked into Tang Qi's house, there was a high probability that they would be an extraordinary person. With the little tricks hidden by Professor Kassel, he's afraid that he'd be useless.

The real insurance was still something Tang Qi set himself.

The most precious things in his collection were naturally the secret potions he had spent a day and night making. The rest, such as the human skin creams and the Hybrid Hellhound Manuscript, were not so important. Once an intruder recklessly opened his safety box, there was a high probability that they'd be baptized by an explosion.

As for the fascinating hair knot, the bone blade, or the Blood Python One, which were useful to him were all carried with him.

If the students or teachers who taught him knew that he had a pistol with him, what expression would they have?

But it seemed that there was no need to worry about this, because these days, nobody cared about Tang Qi or Sally at all.

Although it was an aristocratic high school, except for some second-generation students, most students were still studying very hard. After all, it was a city with great competitive pressure. The middle-class children were actually more hardworking than the lower or upper class.

Lower-class students, unless they were geniuses like Sally, had no chance to enter this high school.

And the second generations at the top seemed to have taken a leave of absence en masse recently, in what appears to be an accident or something was brewing secretly.

If it was in another school, this would never happen.

But here, power and money were the real masters, especially the second generations' whose parents were school board members, so their privileges became normal.

Without the second generation who liked making trouble the most, the ordinary students' attitude towards Tang Qi or Sally was one of avoidance.

The two of them couldn't be any more leisurely.

Sally was still that sloppy house girl, she listened to the classes attentively and took notes seriously, while also giving Tang Qi's copy along the way.

On the other hand, Tang Qi was seriously studying those major books, whether it was "The Centennial of the Federation, Absurdity and Reality" or "Monster Files", or several other books borrowed by Tang Qi, the contents were all messy and complicated, which gave him a headache.

That was to say, since he took an interest in them, he could read them all day without feeling tired at all.

In fact, he also had the privilege of asking for leave at any time.

Not long after the acquisition, it was coordinated by the Moses Police Department and Thorns High School, that Tang Qi, as a "police consultant", can flexibly attend classes and leave by just saying the word.

This was of course for the convenience for Tang Qi to fulfill his responsibilities as a consultant, but the administration director of Thorn High School may not think so.

Probably he was just amazed deep down, that there must be some big shot standing behind the student whose parents died. However, this big shot was a little playful. In order to give a student privileges, he even gave him the title of a police consultant.

He took a day off from Stana yesterday, and Tang Qi should have gone to the police station today.

The day before yesterday, he successfully handled the "Tulip Street Murder Case" and "Ice Corpse Case". After a full day of fermentation, it was almost imaginable that at this time, there was a mountain of case files in the Moses Police Station. All the districts would try their best to throw over the cases involving the supernatural and mysterious domain.

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

He spent the whole day on the campus, looking at the books while he seemed to be waiting for something.

But by nightfall, all the students had dispersed, and he said goodbye to Sally.

Tang Qi returned to the small building and prepared dinner for himself. At the same time, he couldn't help but think about it.

"The photo was sent the day before yesterday. It should be enough time for the family to find him and come visit. Samra was traveling outside, and there was no trace of the acting elder Morgan. Aren't they curious? Aren't they worried?"

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

"But that's not true death. According to the customs of their tribe, the disappearance of the soul is the true death. This was also the reason why Samra hasn't come to his door yet. After all, I just cremated old Morgan's body and his soul was still on the Balancing Scale. "

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

"They may not know about the soul exchanging ceremony, but Old Morgan who has been taking care of them and providing money for them went missing. As the young master, I should be the most reasonable person to know the truth. If they want to know everything, they can only ask me?"

"What's holding them down?"

Thinking of this, Tang Qi stopped, there was too little information, speculation out of thin air was useless.

After quickly finishing his dinner, Tang Qi didn't wait any longer, nor did he practice meditation as usual.

Instead, he came before the workbench again.

Tonight, he was going to do something, but before that, he planned to add a weapon to himself.

The Chaga Fighting Style involved more than just boxing.

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

"It feels a bit like playing a game and opening the chest in my previous life."

"My luck, it shouldn't be too bad."

Tang Qi muttered, then reached into his arms and took a bone blade. In terms of shape, craftsmanship, or other aspects, it was all very rough and crude.