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Chapter 92: The Dark and Gambling A-Zu
Padraic Farm.

Peter took out the magic book that had been put aside before, compared it, and quickly determined what type of magic circle Ms. Nancy drew.

The 'Summoning Magic Circle' can summon creatures from Hell and gain extraordinary powers after signing a contract with them.

But the host himself may be attacked by the hell creatures at any time.

Closing the magic book, Peter frowned and fell into deep thought.

Could it be that Ms. Nancy's spiritualism skills were obtained in exchange for a contract with the devil from hell?

So is her death related to the backlash of the hellish creatures?
After a while, he shook his head with some regret, threw the magic book on the table, stood up and looked out the window.

Unfortunately, I don’t understand magic.

It would be nice if I had a magician by my side.

As night fell, the entire farm began to be gradually surrounded by darkness.

The next day, early in the morning.

Clark stepped onto the school bus and glanced toward the back seat.

Lana was sitting alone in the back seat, supporting her chin with her hand and looking out the window. She looked young and beautiful.

Not far from Lana, A-Zu was sitting alone.

After hesitating for a moment, between Lana and Zu, Clark finally chose to walk towards the empty seat next to Zu and sit down.

Clark sat down, glanced quickly at Lana, and then looked straight ahead.

Although he had some conflicts with A-Zu yesterday, he had reconciled with A-Zu in the morning with the intervention of his godfather.

Even now he still doesn't quite agree with A-Zu's extreme views.

"You should have sat over there, Clark."

A-Zu had sharp observation skills and noticed Clark's little movements right away.

Clark put his bag in front of him sheepishly and whispered, "I'd rather be with you. I mean, I don't have any experience with Lana."

As he spoke, he glanced quickly at Lana again, as if he was afraid that his words would be heard by her.

Azu felt that Clark was obviously saying one thing and thinking another.

"You're lying, Clark. You obviously don't have the courage."

"No, of course I have courage, but this has nothing to do with courage."

Clark's tone was a little lacking in momentum.

A Zu felt that he had to encourage Clark and let him take the first step.

Even after so long since the start of the school year, Clark still hasn't taken the initiative to talk to Lana.

"Didn't you watch the recent romantic TV series, Clark? The main character in the TV series said: Love is a flower growing on the edge of a cliff. If you want to pick it, you have to have some courage."

"Uh"

Clark was a little confused.

He didn't expect that A-Zu actually knew all this? !

But he quickly blushed and explained: "This is not love, John, I just think Lana is a very nice person."

But to A-Zu, his words were as unconvincing as a baby not liking to drink breast milk.

A-Zu rolled his eyes and gave Clark some advice.

"Indeed, there are many good girls in this world, and I believe your reasons, Clark, but if you want to talk to her, you have to take a brave step. It would be a good choice if you take the initiative to sit next to her and say hello to her."

"No, no."

Clark waved his hands excitedly, then said frustratedly: "I'm too nervous."

Azu patted Clark on the shoulder, "You'll never have a chance if you don't try."

"Really?"

"Really, I believe you will succeed."

"Ok."

Clark finally gathered his courage, stood up and walked towards Lana.

When Clark walked towards Lana who was sitting by the window, A-Zu patted the black student in the front row - Little Sam Jones.

He said to Little Sam proudly, "I guess five steps, and the bet is five dollars."

Little Sam looked at Clark, whose steps were stiff, and said confidently, "I guess seven steps. My luck is always good."

The two were making a bet on how many steps it would take Clark to fall if he approached Lana.

"one!"

"two!"

"three!"

As the two of them counted quietly, Clark's steps became more steady.

A smile appeared on his lips, and he repeated the words he had used to chat up Lana several times in his mind.

"five!"

Just when A Zu counted to five, Clark's legs suddenly went weak and he fell flat on his face, his body falling forward uncontrollably.

With a "bang", Clark fell awkwardly in front of Lana's seat.

The backpack fell to the ground, and the books inside were thrown out and scattered at Lana's feet.

The sudden sound attracted the attention of all the students in the school bus.

Seeing Clark's embarrassed look, everyone burst into laughter.

Lana saw Clark fall in front of her and quickly helped him pick up the book.

Lana picked up a thick book and saw the word "Nietzsche" written on it, which made her feel a little magical.

She didn't expect that Clark liked to read Nietzsche at such a young age.

Well, even though I am about the same age as him.

"Are you okay Clarke?"

Lana handed him the Nietzsche book and asked with a concerned tone.

"Yes, yes. I'm fine."

Clark was so embarrassed that he wanted to find a hole to hide in. He didn't have the confidence to strike up a conversation. On the other side, A-Zu snatched the five dollars from Sam.

"Looks like I won."

Seeing that his pocket money was so easily won by A-Zu, Little Sam said unconvincedly: "I'm just unlucky. I will definitely win next time."

At this time, Clark didn't know that his embarrassing story was used by A-Zu and the other man as the subject of a bet.

After the embarrassed Clark escaped back, A-Zu and Little Sam looked at each other and saw the expressions of trying hard to hold back laughter in each other's eyes.

Smallwell Schools.

A Zu comforted Clark who was in a bad mood, "It's just a failure. Maybe you can succeed next time."

In order to continue to earn Sam's pocket money, he encouraged Clark.

Clark, who didn't know he was being tricked, thanked A-Zu gratefully.

"Thank you, John."

"You're welcome Clark, we're brothers, aren't we?"

The two walked forward while talking, and when they reached the flower bed, they saw a group of girls surrounding a girl.

Clark recognized this as his fifth grade classmate, Allison Mack. He had seen this girl near Lana's house.

Alison is a little fat and has acne on her face.

Because the body was wet, the wet hair stuck to the face limply and dull.

She just stood there with her head slightly lowered, letting the water hit her body and the water droplets roll down, looking like a sacrificial lamb.

The senior girls who surrounded her laughed and splashed the water in their cups on her.

"Hey, what are you guys doing?!"

Seeing the bad behavior of these girls, Clark's blood pressure immediately rose and he shouted at them, "Stop!"

Hearing Clark's voice, several people turned their eyes over.

Clark walked up to the guys and glared at the guys who were behaving badly.

"This is none of your business, kid. If you don't want to get into trouble, get out of here!"

Being stared at angrily by Clark, who was a head shorter than them, several senior girls felt embarrassed and started to threaten them.

Seeing Clark in trouble, Zu immediately stood next to Clark and said to the girls, "If you want to fight, I can try!"

Although the other party was a woman, A Zu said that if the other party was not tactful, he would not mind hitting a woman.

Several senior girls who knew A-Zu whispered to each other, glared at Clark fiercely, and then turned and left.

"Are you OK."

After a few bad girls from the senior grades left, Clark asked the girl who was lying on the ground in a mess.

"I'm fine, thank you, thank you."

Allison, who was trembling slightly, thanked Clark gratefully.

After Alison left, Zu stared at her back and said, "You shouldn't care, Clark."

"Why not?".

Clark didn't understand why Zu said that.

"Bullying between girls is different from that between boys. You helped her this time, but I think she will be bullied even harder next time."

Clark asked puzzledly: "How do you know?"

"I just know it. I also know her name is Allison Mack. I've heard of her."

A-Zu shrugged and said, "It seems that everyone here likes to bully her. They hide snakes in her shoes, push her into water, pinch her, stretch their legs out in the school corridor to trip her, and knock books off her desk. There are many more."

"And most recently, she fell asleep in class and her classmate put peanut butter in her hair."

Listening to the girl's experience, Clark felt a little uncomfortable. "Why would those people do this?"

"Dad said that people tend to destroy things they hate or don't understand."

Clark listened to A-Zu's words and let out a breath. He thought about the argument he had with A-Zu yesterday.

"Don't they have any compassion?"

A-Zu thought about it and said, "Probably not. Dad said humans can never empathize."

Alison, who had been walking away as the two were talking, suddenly stopped and took out a broken lens from her bag with a blank look in her eyes.

He held the lens tightly, and the blood from his cut palm slowly flowed into it.

night.

Smallwell Salon Club.

"Todd!"

Officer Chandler tapped the rim of his glass. "I need you to put another Long Island Iced Tea in this damn drink, and this time, you need to mix it up to the next level before you give it to me."

Todd is the bartender in this restaurant.

"no problem."

As he spoke, he walked over to make Chandler a drink.

Peter, who was sitting next to him, asked the bartender while watching him mix drinks: "Have the police found out the cause of Charles Boone's death?"

Charles Boone was the farmer whose body was previously cut in two.

"No, it's not clear yet."

Chandler shook his head. "His wounds don't look like they were caused by humans. It seems like he was torn apart alive. There are many doubts here."

"In addition, we investigated his financial situation and found that his farm was in a big debt crisis. Although I don't know why the murderer targeted him, one thing I can be sure of now is that the culprit's purpose was probably not for money."

Peter nodded. "Do you have any clues about Ms. Nancy's death?"

"No, there are no clues. There are no traces at the scene. It's like she was killed out of thin air."

Chandler put down his glass and looked at Peter suspiciously. "To be honest, I'm a little confused. How could you find out about Ms. Nancy's death?"

"I just want to ask her for divination."

Peter explained, and after casually glancing towards the door, his brows immediately furrowed.

(End of this chapter)