Bang.
After the door was closed, Ying Er walked in with a suspicious look on her face. Her big red eyes scanned the room.
"What shady business are you up to again?"
"What do you mean? I just didn't put on my pants properly. I didn't expect you to be standing at the door, so I quickly blocked the door. "Garon rubbed his numb scalp with his hands in his hair.
"No! What's under your bed? "Ying Er's eyes were sharp. She immediately found something suspicious. She walked a few steps forward and stood in front of Garon. "Get out of the way. I want to see what disgusting things you're up to!"
"What are you doing? It's late. Stop fooling around! "Garon frowned.
"Get out of the way!" Ying Er was the type of person who didn't care about anything once her temper flared up. When she saw Garon not moving, she became even more suspicious.
"Stop fooling around!"
"I said get out of the way!" Ying Er lowered her voice and her face became cold. "Looks like the lesson I gave you last time wasn't enough …"
Garon's face changed slightly. The last time was when the old Garon wanted to hide some pornographic material. He was found out and was beaten to tears by Ying Er. That kind of embarrassing experience was unbearable even if it wasn't his own.
But no matter what, the clothes under the bed must not be found out!
Seeing that he didn't speak, Ying Er's face became even uglier.
"Looks like I really have to teach you a lesson this time!" She clenched her fists, making a crisp sound.
"It's not that kind of stuff. Trust me!" Garon raised his head and looked into Ying Er's eyes. He just killed a person because he used too much strength. He didn't want to fight with his sister anymore. He was afraid that he would accidentally use too much strength again …
Ying Er stared into his eyes and found that there was no embarrassment or anger in them. Instead, there was a touch of sincerity.
The two of them looked at each other for a long time.
Ying Er let out a sigh of relief.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure!" Garon quickly answered. "Other than this, I'll agree to anything you want!"
"Okay, I'll ask you a few questions. If you can answer me honestly, I'll let you go. "Ying Er paused.
"No problem!"
"Do you like Dad?" "Of course I do. This is simple. "
"Do you like your mother?" "Of course."
"Do you like Uncle?" "I do."
"Do you like Ai Fei?" "Like … Who is Ai Fei?"
Garon took a deep breath. "Fortunately, I reacted quickly …"
The palpitations that had just been suppressed trembled once again. Looking at his younger sister whose complexion had finally turned bright, he actually felt a sense of relief that he had escaped death. He didn't expect his sister to know that the prettiest girl among his classmates was Ai Fei.
"Alright, I'll let you off this time. If you bring in more disgusting things like that in the future, then don't blame me … "Ying Er smiled with satisfaction. "Alright, I'll go out first. Sleep early."
"I know, I know. Alright, you should go to sleep too …" Garon heaved a sigh of relief. "See you tomorrow then."
"Mm, see you tomorrow … What the hell!!!" Ying Er screamed and rushed to the bottom of the bed. Her speed was so fast that she was able to get under the bed.
Garon quickly squatted down and followed suit. He reached out his hand to grab the ball of clothes.
The ball of bloody clothes was pushed to the bottom of the bed by Ying Er's sudden movement. It was almost out of reach.
"What's in the clothes!? Tell me! "Ying Er squeezed her way in, trying to reach the ball of clothes.
"Nothing!!"
"If I catch you, you're dead!" Ying Er's legs were held by Garon. She kept crawling forward, trying to break free from the restraints on her back.
Garon held her down from the back, but he didn't dare to use too much force. He could only hold her gently. However, his strength was too weak. Ying Er broke free and rushed forward.
"Bang!"
"Ouch …"
Ying Er's forehead hit the bottom of the bed. Her body immediately shrank back.
Garon, who was behind her, felt his head become heavy. His whole body went directly under his sister's skirt.
Her round bottom wrapped in black stockings was very close to him. Through the black stockings, he could clearly see the faint white underneath. The tip of his nose was almost touching his sister's buttocks.
The girl's body fragrance mixed with the faint smell of sweat went into his nose. He couldn't help but take a deep breath.
Both of them froze for a moment.
Ying Er didn't dare to move in front of him. Her cheeks, neck, and even her whole body quickly turned pink.
She could clearly feel that her buttocks were right in front of Garen's face, and everything under her skirt had probably been seen by him.
Garon, on the other hand, was confused. The girl's most alluring part was right in front of him. He didn't know how to react at all.
Knock knock knock.
There was a knock on the door.
"Are you two done fooling around in the room? If you are, go wash up and go to bed! You still have class tomorrow! "Their father, Eisen, stood at the door and said loudly.
Both of their hearts skipped a beat. They were extremely nervous.
If their father saw them in this position …
"Got it. I'll be done soon!" Garon came back to his senses and quickly replied loudly.
The sound of their father's footsteps gradually disappeared.
Garon immediately crawled out from under the bed.
Ying Er also crawled out from under the bed. Her hands were tightly covering her buttocks. She blushed and lowered her head, not daring to look at Garon.
"I'm going to bed." She said in a low voice and quickly opened the door and left.
Garon took a deep breath and sat on his bed. For a moment, his mood was strangely calm.
After fooling around with his sister for a while, he somehow managed to suppress the anxiety and panic of killing someone.
The room was still faintly filled with Ying Er's body fragrance. Garon sat on the bed until Ying Er closed the door and turned off the lights. Then he went out to find a clothes pole and hooked the bloody clothes out from under the bed. He then quietly took the clothes to the bathroom and washed them by hand.
*****
One week later.
"Old man, what's the latest news? Can you show me the good stuff that has just arrived? "
Garon sat at the table and fiddled with a golden button. It was said to be the famous Queen Agate's button from three hundred years ago.
"New goods? What new goods could there be? Last time, there was a thief who stole all my belongings! "The old man stood in front of the bookshelf and flipped through it." Oh right! I have a book here that you can enjoy. Take it as a reward for coming to comfort this old man during a time of crisis. "
"What book?"
"You'll know when you read it."
The old man flipped left and right. Then he found a chair and stepped on it. From the top shelf of the bookshelf, he pulled out a big black book with a hard cover.
"Here, for you." The old man struggled to get off the chair and passed the book to Garon.
After receiving the heavy black brick, Garon wiped off the thick layer of dust on the cover, revealing a few unknown black words.
He flipped to the first page.
Suddenly, Garon's pupils shrank.
A huge stream of cool air rushed into his palm and went through his arm to his head.
"Potential! It's potential!! So … so much potential …! "
He did not react at all because the book did not do anything when he first got it. However, when he flipped to the next page, it started to absorb potential again.
His heart beat unnaturally fast. Garon skipped the rapidly increasing potential numbers at the bottom of his vision and looked directly at the contents of the book.
The pale yellow pages were filled with words that Garen did not recognize. Garen flipped through the pages one by one. Occasionally, there would be black and white sketches interspersed between the words.
Most of the sketches were strange irregular geometric lines. It looked like the design of some kind of machine, but also like a map of complicated terrain. The sketches were densely marked with tiny symbols and words.
Garon could not understand the contents at all. However, that did not stop him from taking the book and absorbing the potential. Time passed slowly as he flipped through the pages.
Half an hour later …
Garon closed the book slowly and let out a long sigh.
"You're done?" The old man squinted his eyes and looked at the cover of the book carefully. A hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.
"I'm done. This thing is definitely an ancient antique!! "Garon said with certainty.
"You just realized?" The old man seemed to relax a lot, as if a burden had been lifted from his shoulders. "Okay, I'm going to close early today. You should go first. I have something else to do."
Garon looked at the sky outside. The sun had completely sunk below the horizon. Only the clouds in the sky still had a hint of red.
"Okay, I'll go back first. See you tomorrow. "
"Okay, get out of here, kid!" The old man scolded jokingly.
"Oh yeah, how's the progress with Detective Dale Quicksilver?" Garon turned around and asked.
"Yesterday, there was an explosion in Chiola Town near the city. Detective Quicksilver was injured and is now in the hospital." Old Man Gregor shook his head and sighed. "Even the famous Detective Quicksilver was defeated. Looks like I won't be able to get my things back."
"That's not necessarily true. I've looked into Detective Quicksilver's history. That guy is not an ordinary person. The mystery of the million-dollar oil painting stolen from New Newland, the Siridha Nine-Ring Murder Case, the cracking of the legend of the torch, and so on. That guy constantly faced new opponents and went to different places to solve one mystery after another. He simply took pleasure in solving cases. From what I see, this Golden Hoop is no exception. "Garon comforted him.
"Thank you for your kind words. Go, go, I'm going to close the shop. "The old man waved his hand and urged him.
"Okay." Garon carried his bag and walked out of the shop.
He looked at the potential points at the bottom of his vision.
Potential: 179% It was originally 58, but it increased when he encountered the car on the night of the murder.
"That book …" While he was in a good mood, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes. "Something feels wrong."
*****
After Garon left, Old Man Gregor closed the door and sat back in front of the bookshelf. He flipped open the black hardcover book and gently stroked the pages with a complicated expression.
After a long while, he finally finished the book.
"Actually, I should have known the result. I didn't expect that even at this stage, I still couldn't help but want to leave something behind …"
Shaking his head, the old man slowly closed the book.
He gently flipped it over and covered the cover. The black words on the cover quietly turned into a dark red handwriting. It was as if blood had flowed through the strokes, leaving behind the dark red color of coagulated blood.
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