"It seems they plan to monitor you for a month. During this time, you are not allowed to talk to me, let alone call me by my real name."
Miss Irene, the black cat on her shoulder, reminded me.
Locke's brows frowned slightly. He wanted to know why the workers at Laszlo's Alchemy Factory died.
"Humble servant, don't be so melancholy. As long as you don't behave abnormally during this period, the people from the Abnormal Bureau will not deal with you. Oh, they may even recruit you. After all, you are holding a necklace contaminated by the witch's breath. , maybe a believer of a certain witch, based on their thinking, they will definitely think so."
Erin licked her black paw.
When he heard the word "recruitment", Locke's gloomy mood was swept away.
Isn’t recruitment synonymous with recruitment?
"How is the treatment at the Abnormality Bureau?"
Locke asked excitedly.
Erin's cat eyes rolled up slightly, giving Locke a standard big eye roll.
The look in his eyes conveyed the contempt of "Do you think I will know?"
Locke wanted to chase after him and ask if that strange investigation bureau needed a chef. Unfortunately, the two unrecognizable special police officers had disappeared into the sea of people. Their clothes were obviously so conspicuous, but for some reason , as soon as they entered the crowd, they were like water droplets flowing into the sea, making it impossible for anyone to notice.
If being followed by two people like this, there is a high probability that they will not be noticed.
They gave Locke a sense of fragmentation that was both ordinary and very special.
Is this also some kind of super power? Or the effect caused by some weird item?
Locke thought doubtfully and gave up the idea of catching up with the two investigators.
And I'm sure they're hiding around here.
Since they want to observe themselves, it means they will definitely be hiding around.
It's a pity that Locke can't call them out to talk about work generously, because it would betray Eileen or his own abilities.
The people in the Oddity Investigation Bureau will definitely discover that they are abnormal. It would be a tragedy if they considered themselves to be "investigated" as weirdos.
Locke could only temporarily give up the idea of joining the Alien Bureau as a chef and walked towards the Trey Bridge area, following his original plan.
Two hours later, after interviewing at several restaurants, Locke still failed to get the chef job, but he had a few more business cards in his hand.
"We have no shortage of chefs here, but I need a valet as handsome as you. This is my business card. Consider coming to my house to find me."
"I'm sorry, I can't accept you here without a chef degree, but you can consider being my lover."
"Locke, your name is really nice. Do you want to save thirty years of hard work? I can fulfill your wish."
... Locke thought of the rich ladies who coveted their beauty, and was immediately speechless about the necklace around his neck.
It is tasteless to eat and a pity to throw away.
Not only did it not bring him a serious job, he also attracted the Bizarre Investigation Bureau.
However, Irene most likely got the benefit. She seemed to have devoured the remaining souls on the necklace, and her strength should have been improved.
If your cat becomes stronger, does that mean the breeder also becomes stronger?
Locke comforted himself in this way, and at the same time threw the contact information of those rich women into a nearby trash can.
He is not a man who eats soft food. The main reason is that the average age of these rich women has reached 50 years old, and one of them is a man, which is really hard to swallow.
I originally wanted to try my luck at a bakery in the East District, but the black cat on my shoulder started urging me.
"go home quickly."
"What are you going back for?"
"I'm hungry."
Locke sighed and walked in the direction of Pate's neighborhood.
Returning to the familiar Pat area, Locke came to the meat shop.
Bedem, who inherited his father's business, was cutting beef out of boredom and hung the pieces of beef in the window.
He doesn't like the identity of a butcher, nor does he like the butcher's shop. He likes the girls at the Rose Theater, the rum in the Cherry Tavern, and discussing witches like Miss Jenny with an idle young man like Locke.
When he saw Locke, Bedem's eyes shone slightly, as if he had seen the savior who saved him from this boring life.
"Locke!"
Bedem put down the beef and stretched out a pair of greasy hands, intending to give Locke a bear hug.
Locke avoided his hug nimbly, "Bedem, where is Uncle Sam?"
"He went to make a delivery."
Bedem wiped the oil stains on his hands and noticed that there was a black cat on Locke's shoulder. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
"Isn't this a cat given to you by a certain witch lady?"
"No, this is Miss Witch."
Locke said honestly.
Bedem was stunned for a moment, then he held his stomach and laughed.
He is a man with a low point of laughter. Even if Locke makes a joke about medium-rare and medium-rare steak, Bedem can laugh all day long.
"Locke, you are so funny. I heard that you like to beat children recently. The children on this street are avoiding you. Is it true?"
Bedem asked.
Locke wiped the sweat from his forehead, "No such thing, I just taught Kai a lesson."
"Stop pretending. Everyone has a special hobby. He just likes to beat children. Compared with Joseph who likes to steal ladies' underwear, this hobby is nothing to be ashamed of."
Bedem raised his eyebrows. Joseph was his bad friend and they often drank together.
Locke chuckled awkwardly and changed the subject.
Relying on his relationship with Bedem, he easily obtained the beef offal and clean shaved beef bones from the butcher shop.
"Does this really cost nothing?"
Locke was a little embarrassed.
"No, it's something that was meant to be thrown away. Just take it if you want it. Come to me tomorrow and I can give you the freshest ones."
Bedem said generously.
"No, I have to pay."
Locke stubbornly took out 2 grams and stuffed it into Bedem's pocket.
Mainly so that when Bedem communicates with his old father, Uncle Sam, who returns home, he can say decently that Locke bought the animal offal that the butcher shop did not need, rather than that I donated the unwanted animal offal to Locke's family.
Based on Bedem's nature, if he didn't give money, he could tell the neighbors the next day that all the food in Locke's house was donated by him for free.
But as long as he gives money, even 2 grams, Bedem will say that he has made a big business and sold all the animal offal that no one wants.
The effects of the two are completely different.
If he meets Uncle Sam next time, Locke can also tell Uncle Sam that he has made an agreement with his son and only needs 2 grams of these ingredients every day.
After getting the ingredients, Locke went home in a happy mood, and heard the two familiar voices again on the way.
"Is that cat on his shoulder really a witch?"
the young female sheriff asked.
"It should be just an ordinary cat, without any aura fluctuations."
The older male Sheriff replied.
"Okay, I'm too nervous, but I judge that he is most likely a follower of a certain witch. There may be unexpected gains in following him."
"Angela, don't forget our mission, to investigate the missing C19."
