In the early morning, Tang Qi had already had breakfast in the brick and stone building deep in the thorny campus that began to become lively.

The extremely sweet, soft and soft red heart potato, turn around in the oven, peel off the skin, and the entire building is covered with a rich aroma. It is simply not satisfying to pair it with a cup of yogurt. Anyway, the mysterious person doesn’t need to worry about his weight exceeding the standard, right?

After packing everything up, picking up the textbook and today's "extracurricular materials", Tang Qi, like the students who have already begun to gather on campus at this time, has to go to class.

But when he walked to the small living room, Don Qi paused, walked to a shelf, lifted the black cloth covered with the glass bottle, and greeted him, "Good morning, Professor Kassel."

At the same time, the lid was also opened and Professor Rick Cassel was poured in a little water.

Then he put on the lid and did not cover the black cloth. Instead, he waited for Professor Kassel to respond to himself with his tentacles, and chuckled: "As my tenant, Professor Kassel also needs to pay the rent, but given your current state, please help me pay the rent by looking after my house."

Hearing Tang Qi's words, Kassel, who was soaking in clean water, was obviously a little slow to react. He reacted after a second. Then he raised his tentacles very stiffly and gently knocked on the glass bottle twice to express his agreement.

After receiving a positive answer, Tang Qi waved his hand politely, then locked the door and quickly entered the student wave.

Let Professor Kassel keep an eye on his home was just a small move by Tang Qi on his whim.

If someone really sneaks into Tang Qi's home, it is likely that he will be a mysterious person. With Professor Kassel's little tricks to hide, I'm afraid he can't do anything to anyone.

What is really safe is what Tang Qi sets up himself.

The most precious thing about his collections is naturally the secret medicine he has prepared for a day and a night. Others such as human flake and devil dog hybrid manuscripts are not that important. Once an intruder recklessly opens Tangqi's safe, he will most likely be baptized by an explosion.

The wonderful knots that really work for Tang Qi, the Black Blade or the Blood Python No. 1, were carried by him.

If the students who were asked to teach with him or the teachers who were teaching him, they would know that this guy was carrying a hand cannon with him, I wonder what his expression would be?

But it seems that there is no need to worry about this, because no one cares about Donqi or Sally during this period.

Although it is an aristocratic high school, except for some second-generation students, most students are still working hard to study. After all, it is a city with great pressure on competition. Middle-class children are actually working harder than those at the lower level or top level.

Lower students, unless they are geniuses like Sally, will not have the chance to enter this high school.

And the second generation at the top seemed to have had some accidents or were planning something, and they actually took leave collectively in recent times.

If it was in another school, this would not happen.

But here, power and money are the real masters, especially those parents of the second generation who take leave are mostly school directors, so privileges become normal.

Without the second generation who likes to cause trouble the most, ordinary students avoid Tang Qi or Sally's attitudes towards him.

The two of them couldn't be more leisurely.

Sally still looked like a sloppy ouzu, listening carefully to the class, taking notes seriously, and taking notes by the way.

Tang Qi is seriously studying those big stories, whether it is "The Federation's Centennial Weird, Absurdity and Truth" or "Monster Archives", or several other books that Tang Qi borrowed, the content in them is complicated and messy, which makes people trouble.

That is, Tang Qi, who can take a look at him all day without feeling tired at all.

Speaking of which, Tang Qi actually has the privilege of asking for leave at any time and not attending classes.

Not long after he got it, he came from the Moser Police Department and Thorn High School. As a "police consultant", Tang Qi can attend classes flexibly and say a word.

This is of course to facilitate Don Qi to fulfill his consultant responsibilities, but the reception director of Thorn High School may not think so.

Maybe he was just amazed in his heart that there must be some big shot behind this student whose parents died. But this big shot was a bit of a bad taste. In order to give a student privilege, he also gave him the title of police station consultant.

I asked Stana for a day off yesterday, and Donqi should have gone to the police station today.

The day before yesterday, he successfully handled the news of the "Tulip Street murder case" and the "Ice Corpse Case". After a whole day of fermentation, it was almost imagined that at this time, all jurisdictions would try their best to throw the cases involving extraordinary and mysterious sides over.

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

He stayed on campus all day, looking at books while seemingly waiting for something.

But until the evening when all the students dispersed and he said goodbye to Sally, he didn't wait.

Tang Qi turned around the building before nightfall, preparing dinner for himself, but couldn't help but think.

"The photo was sent the day before yesterday. Two days, it should be enough for the family to come to visit. Samra was traveling abroad and there was no trace of the acting elder Morgan. Wouldn't they be curious? Are they not worried?"

"No, since they have found the villa, they must know my identity, or the original owner's identity, and maybe they already know the news of the death of Old Morgan."

"But that is not really death. According to the customs of their tribe, the disappearance of the soul is the real death. This is why Samra has not come to the door now. After all, I just cremated the body of Old Morgan, but his soul is still on the Libra."

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

"They don't know about the soul-changing ceremony, but the old Morgan who has been taking care of them and providing money has disappeared. As the little master, I should have the most reason to know the truth. If they want to know everything, they can only ask me?"

"What might have happened in the middle? Has it held them back?"

The thought flickered here, and Tang Qi stopped. There was too little clue information and speculation was useless.

After finishing the dinner quickly, Tang Qi did not wait, nor did he practice meditation as usual.

But again, before the workbench.

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

In Chaga's fighting technique, it's not just about punches and kicks.

But Tang Qi himself could not predict what kind of weapon it was.

"This feels a bit like playing games in the past life and opening a box."

"My luck probably won't be too bad."

Tang Qi muttered, then reached into his arms and took out one. Whether it was in shape, craftsmanship or other aspects, it was very rough, bad... bone blade.
Chapter completed!