Chapter 114 The Weirdness of the Society for the Protection of Magical Creatures

After escaping from the hospital, Camus smiled at each other, "Oh, this is so embarrassing, what are your plans?"

Looking at Kashu's soft face, Camus threw the potion, sprayed some on each of them, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well, I plan to go back to sleep. If they want to find us, unless they find a makeup artist who is more powerful than me to predict it, it will be useless."

Kashu nodded and yawned, "It's really a thrilling day. I have seen your ability to commit suicide, Mr. Camus."

Camus shrugged and stopped a carriage.

Half an hour later, Camus paid 2 coppers and 3 black coins for the fare and got off the car.

As soon as he got off the bus, Camus saw a postman in a green uniform. He was looking at his house hesitantly, because the mailbox of house No. 77 was broken. A qualified postman must deliver the things to the owner, but this house is a famous haunted house. He didn't know if he could come out alive if he went in. Just when he was entangled, he suddenly saw Camus and hurriedly greeted him.

"Hi, sir, are you the owner of No. 77 Golden Oak Avenue, Mr. Camus?"

"Yes, sir, is this my mail?" Camus looked at the box in his hand and nodded.

"Oh, Apollo, I'm so happy to see you, Mr. Camus, this is something Miss Anna from Triumph Street asked me to send, please sign for it."

"Thank you, do you need to go in for a cup of coffee?" Camus signed and handed the pen to the postman, holding the box and speaking.

The postman looked at the number 77 at the door and shook his head repeatedly, "Sorry, I have other mail to deliver. Good luck, sir."

Watching him leave, Camus opened the box, which contained astronomy knowledge. He flipped through it and found that it was full of notes, which were probably used by Ms. Anna.

"Camus, are you going to be a scholar? Including the book last night, this is nearly ten books." Kaxiu sniffed and spoke slowly.

"Of course, my dream is to be a scholar. Kaxiu, do you know a 'colorful door'? It is probably in space or in a different time and space?"

"Colorful door? I have never heard of a colorful door in space. Maybe you should ask other people." Kaxiu spread his hands, yawned and walked into the house.

Camus thought about it with the book in his arms, and followed him. At least there was some information about going home. I hope Hols is right. It may be the earth, but why can Hols see the colorful door? Why can't I see it?

"Mr. Camus, good morning."

After opening the door, Camus saw Ms. Nicole sitting on the table with her black cat, reading a book. The book she was reading seemed to be a popular love novel.

"Good morning, ma'am. I have to go to bed. If there is anything, please wake me up." Camus yawned and walked downstairs.

In the Church of the Sun, Xiu Locke sat on a chair exhausted. Since the death of the previous priest, he was transferred from "Crichton City". He did not expect such a massacre to happen right after he was transferred. He felt terrible as soon as he thought about it.

"Mr. Locke, the body has been burned. How should we explain it to the outside world? And these physical evidences... Should we ask the "Magical Animal Protection Association" to check?" A church staff member reported the information calmly.

Locke knocked on the table, "Have you found out how many people died? As for those brainless guys, you can communicate with them yourself."

"Sir, the current statistics show that 88 people died, but the scene was full of broken bodies, and it is unclear how many people died at the scene. There is no one alive at the moment. My guess is that they are all dead."

"As for the excuse, how about we say it was a fire accident?"

Xiu Locke looked at the pens and paintings on the table and was overwhelmed. "Have you found the identity of the painter?"

"Found it. He lives at No. 243 Maria Street. The deceased is Doer Connor, 23 years old, a down-and-out painter with no relatives. His friends told me that he married a bunny girl from a lower-class street that day. As for his wife, most of the people at the scene were bunny tribes, and we couldn't find her body at all."

Xiu Locke rubbed his eyebrows, "Why are we the ones to deal with this? If you want to check it out, go find those "transformers" with questionable IQs. I don't want to care about this anymore. I want to take a break. You go down."

After the assistant went out, Xiu Locke immediately lay on the table and fell asleep.

After the assistant went out, he found the head of the news in Caldecott City and warned him not to talk nonsense. Then he took the pen and the painting and went straight to the Society for the Protection of Magical Creatures.

The front door of the Society for the Protection of Magical Creatures was full of pigeons. The marble building was stained gray by the droppings of the birds. A dragon was carved on the triangular gate. He had red eyes and a huge body that could not be seen at the end of the wall. From a distance, a strong pressure came over him.

"Coo coo coo... clatter."

Because the environment was not very good, most people were unwilling to come here. As the pigeons cooed, the pigeons in the square flew up. The white pigeons like huge waves brought up feathers all over the sky. The assistant looked at the fluttering feathers and the pungent smell, and suddenly regretted why he came here? Didn't you see that Master Hugh Locke didn't want to take care of this matter?

"Hi, is anyone there? I'm a clergyman of the Sun Church. If anyone is there, please say a word... a word." The assistant's voice echoed in the silent square. The assistant looked at the house without any movement, took a deep breath and was about to leave when he felt a stream of air next to him and a teasing voice appeared in his ears.

"Wow, I didn't expect it to be a friend of the Sun Church. Are you going to steal my pigeons to barbecue? That... If you really stole it, give me half after you roast it, and I won't pursue it."

The assistant's mouth twitched and turned to look at the person who came. When he found that it was a pigeon man with a naked upper body and a pair of flowered shorts on his lower body, he was directly stunned. What a weirdo is this?

"That... sir, I'm not stealing pigeons, are you?"

"Not stealing pigeons? Then go away, you are such a waste, you can't even roast pigeons." Rogust shook his hand in disdain and was ready to leave.

"..."

The assistant clenched his fists. He finally understood why others called Sequence Thirteen a species with low IQ. They were just a bunch of exhibitionists, psychopaths, and cannibals.

"Sir, I'm from the Church of the Sun. I need your help. I hope you can help me track down the owner of these two things."

Rogster paused and thought to himself whether he should help? This guy doesn't know how to barbecue, but he is from the Church of the Sun. Would it be bad to offend them?

"Ahem, then tell me, why don't girls in Caldecott City like my flowered shorts? I'll tell you when you answer." Rogster expressed his long-standing doubts.

"Flowered shorts?" The assistant looked at the colorful shorts in surprise and praised them while suppressing his nausea. "It's pretty good, maybe they don't know how to appreciate it? I think it's pretty good." (Three Gods of the Sun, please forgive my sins, I was forced to do it.)

Rogst smiled when he heard it, he patted his flowered pants and whistled at the protection association, and a dog with black smoke ran out of the house. Wherever it passed by, it would burn for no reason. It jumped to Rogst's side in a few steps and played with Rogst.

The assistant's eyes narrowed, "Is this the 'Lali Molten Flame Dog'? It is said to be a monster that can rival the second stage."

"Hehe, Dolly, you follow the guy to find someone, and I'll give you pigeons to eat when you come back, understand?"

Dolly spit out a mouthful of magma when he heard it, looked at the assistant proudly and nodded.

I have a cold, and my head is heavy. I hope you can vote for it. Thank you