"Are archangels as greedy as you?"
"What are you saying? I used to be an archangel... Alright, let's not talk about that. Give me 10,000 RMB, and I'll get some gifts for that guy. That should be enough to get him to help."
"Okay. But I don't have that much money on hand right now. Give me your bank account number from when you were in the human world, and I'll transfer the money to you tomorrow."
"Okay. I'll ask for you tomorrow."
"Are you really that stingy? You only do things when you see money?"
"Dude! I didn't want to either! I'm short on cash lately..."
"Alright, I'm not going to waste any more time with you." Uncle Bin stopped the timer.
Two minutes had passed, and Viktor's consulting fee was already approaching ten thousand. Fortunately, the Dawn Poetry Society's cases always yielded fees of over one hundred thousand.
That's right. This kind of work isn't something you see everywhere like ordinary detectives or police officers; it's practically a rare occurrence.
Viktor's timer was extremely accurate and was used in a corner of time and space independent of any cheating.
"Don't worry, I've got it covered. I'll give you an answer in a few days, and I'll definitely get it done."
Uncle Bin nodded and gave Viktor a Marlboro.
"Is the smoke in heaven this bad? Come on, try Marlboro!"
Afterwards, Viktor left, leaving a few feathers in the room. He carefully picked them up and put them in the black box.
Angel feathers have the power to heal wounds, and their healing effects are extraordinary. But he had another reason for keeping the feathers safe, and he also used the smell of smoke to cover up the holy aura emitted when the angel descended. All of this was to prevent Lin Yue from knowing that he had summoned an angel.
Because he knew very well that Lin Yue hated Archangel Viktor.
2. For several days, everything was calm. In the short span of time that followed, Lanxi's personality became more cheerful, and she also made friends with some of the "neutral" students in the class.
Lin Yue witnessed all of this and felt gratified. He couldn't escape the memories, nor could he change them, but he could change what was happening now.
Actually, the biggest change was in Huang Yi, the little tyrant. He had taken several days off and only came to class today. Whenever he saw Lin Yue, he wanted to run away as if he had seen a ghost, even more so than when he saw the fierce and menacing Teacher Xie.
Seeing this, the other underlings also backed down. And from then on, he had no further contact with Lan Xi.
From the day Sang Jie arrived, she was always the focus of attention in the class's "beauty" conversation.
Perhaps a beautiful teacher is a powerful buff for students. The monthly exam held at school yesterday was held, and the chemistry results came out this morning. It showed that in just a few days, the class average score in chemistry increased by 10 points. I wonder if it's a coincidence or something else.
Uncle Bin's naturally fierce face instilled a sense of obedience in all the students, including those in Class C, which made things much easier for him. However, almost half a month had passed, and the investigation had made no progress, though the strange occurrences had ceased.
Viktor was nowhere to be found either. Uncle Bin believed that it was hard to say whether his old friend had taken the money or not; if he had, he would definitely have done the job, but this was taking far too long.
In fact, he thought it was great to spend more time at school on "vacation." The PE teacher didn't have to grade homework, and he could even use his free time to flirt with single female teachers. He was really enjoying himself.
Anyway, after this incident was resolved, the principal received a reward of 200,000 yuan, the police station also received additional compensation, and the industry association provided subsidies.
He fondly remembers his school days, but he never expected to take on the role of a teacher this time.
Shan Shan is always elusive, because the source of the clue that "a demonic aura is lurking in Class C" was actually Huang Yi, who was completely unrelated to her. So that clue was broken, and she continued to investigate secretly within the school.
"Huang Yi didn't actually kill anyone. He's just a small-time hoodlum. He doesn't have the guts, and he probably has nothing to do with that horrifying sacrifice. He probably said that to scare me, but it didn't work at all," Lin Yue deduced.
Lan Xi was the only ordinary person in the school besides the principal who knew about the Dawn Poetry Society. She felt different from others because of this and was inexplicably excited, thinking that maybe she could become one of them in the future.
Perhaps because everything had been too calm since that "journey to hell," she subconsciously believed that it was just a nightmare she had already woken up from, and felt that it wasn't so scary anymore. So she suddenly wished that they would never leave.
If it were only natural, Lin Yue wouldn't stay at this school after solving the case; she could tell that Lin Yue wasn't suited for this closed-off school.
Or rather, this school couldn't contain the unruly Lin Yue. The first close male friend she made turned out to be someone she would leave sooner or later, someone she didn't know when she would see again.
Lin Yue felt that being a student was too leisurely. He spent all day sitting in the classroom listening to lectures, and his butt was almost calloused (his ears weren't calloused because he wasn't actually listening to the lectures).
Some teachers lectured like they were chanting scriptures, and he once again felt that these teachers were all top-notch musicians—
A master at playing lullabies. There's a lot of homework, but thankfully this is a humanities class, the last humanities class of the year, so there isn't as much practice as in the sciences.
While others were memorizing key points of politics, history, and geography, he was sleeping.
While others were memorizing classical poetry, he was sleeping.
While others were memorizing English words, he was sleeping—yet his English score in the last monthly exam shocked the whole class. He accidentally scored 149, losing one point because he inadvertently used an Old English word in his essay. The high school English teacher, whose level was not high, immediately judged that the student had made up a word.
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