American Comprehensive Detective: Start with a black gun

Chapter 32 Chapter 32
Under the arrangement of the principal, Ron lived in a single dormitory.

The single dormitory is much more spacious than the four-person dormitory in the university where Ron lived before.

Beds, furniture, showers and more.

He is very satisfied with this.

Then, Ron packed his things and went to the library.

He wanted to check out the town.

After searching a lot of information, he got a general understanding of the history of the town.

The town of Jericho was founded by Pilgrim Joseph Claystone.

According to the records in the books, this is a wise man, he is benevolent, kind, fair, wise, perfect and not like a normal person.

On the contrary, in many unofficial histories, essays, and novels, there is another side to him. For example, he killed aliens, plundered their wealth, won the support of the townspeople, and forged his current fame.

One is overly beautified, the other is overly ugly, what kind of person is he, Ron is not eager to know.

After reading these things, he was a little hungry. He needed bread more than the truth.

Ron left the library and had dinner in the cafeteria.

Walking alone on the campus, feeling the evening breeze blowing, the fragrance of flowers overflowing, embracing the tranquility at this moment.

No one knows how many undercurrents there are under this tranquility.

He needs to temporarily forget about these undercurrents and try to blend into the group as much as possible.

Perhaps the students here know more than he does, and he needs to learn some useful news from them.

Unknowingly, he stepped into an ancient building. Just as he was thinking about it, Ron suddenly heard the sound of stones moving. Looking up, he saw a stone sculpture of an eagle falling from the extension of the building on the second floor. , Slamming straight at the head of the female student I met yesterday, the female student is walking forward without realizing it, if she doesn't dodge in time, her head may explode on the spot.

Someone is trying to murder her?
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a handsome man running towards the female student, making a gesture to push the female student away, a hero to save the beauty.

Ron originally thought that the female students were simply cannon fodder.

In the end, a handsome male student stepped forward to save the beauty.

Such familiar plots and plots are not worthy of supporting roles and cannon fodder.

Therefore, the girl should undoubtedly be the protagonist in a certain story.

He immediately understood that this unusual female student should be the heroine.

Let her go, you pervert.

The heroine is also something you can touch?

Ron kicked the ground suddenly, and his figure turned into an afterimage and rushed out.

He grabbed the little hand of the female student and exerted all his strength.

The female student was already petite, so she threw herself into Ron's arms with a strong tug, followed by an extremely obedient one.

And the male student who was trying to be a hero to save the beauty did throw his body out, but he missed it, fell hard to the ground and let out a scream.

The statue of the sculpture fell down and hit the ground with a "bang", smashing a large piece of it.

The female student plunged headfirst into Ron's arms in a daze, receiving the warm embrace and the strong masculine hormonal breath, which made her a little dazed.

"you you……"

"Hi, my name is Ron, a transfer student."

The distance between the two was too close, and the breath was on the female student's face.

Only then did she react, then took two steps back, calmed her breath, and pretended to be calm: "My name is Wednesday Adams, thank you for saving me."

"Wednesday, very special name, nice to meet you."

"Me too, no... I mean your name isn't bad either."

Ron was stunned. He said that Wednesday's name is really special.

As for his own name, it was really common.

"Thank you anyway, goodbye!"

Wednesday turned and walked away in a panic.

Ron was a little baffled. Could it be that Wednesday is a social horror girl?

It's... just wonderful.

Social fear, very friendly.

Sewell fell heavily on the ground, his arm was severely injured, and his skin was scratched a lot, feeling [-] points of critical blows.

And that's it for Wednesday...and that's it.

"She won't even look at me! No! It shouldn't be like this!"

In the world of two people, he joined in unexpectedly, and felt that he was quite redundant.

"Excess saves, excess injuries, excess me."

Ron ignored the sad Xavier, he glanced around and found no suspicious classmates.

Ron looked up at the second floor, and if he went up now, maybe people had already run away.

Ron knelt down and asked curiously: "Student, you are so clever, create danger, and save the beauty as a hero?"

Xavier was stunned, for a long while, he blinked his eyes.

"What do you mean, do you think I controlled the falling of the stone statue in order to achieve the hero's goal of saving the beauty?"

"Tsk tsk, Wednesday, you already know the name, and you still say that you haven't planned it for a long time? Admit it, you have been exposed."

"No, I didn't, I just passed by by chance..."

Xavier felt that he was wronged too much, not only did he not save anyone, but he was also injured.Not to mention being injured, but now he is still subject to unreasonable suspicion.

Seeing that Xavier's expression did not seem to be fake, Ron patted Xavier on the shoulder.

"Stop talking, I believe you."

"Thank you!"

After Xavier finished speaking, he looked up in astonishment.

What are you doing, you doubt me, and now you say you believe me, just kidding me.

However, there is no sign of Ron here.

There were countless fucks in Xavier's heart that he wanted to scold, and this bastard just left, knowing that he was injured, he just left like this, without any intention of sending himself to the school infirmary.

"No, this guy's heart is too dirty, Wednesday can't fall into his hands."

Xavier didn't know that Ron was just trying to test him just now, but he was played around in the end.

The reason why Ron left was to rush up to the second floor to have a look. Is the guy who plotted against Wednesday still on the second floor?
Are there any traces left?
Ron turned around, but unfortunately, he didn't find the trace left by the other party. He went up to the third, fourth, and fifth floors, but there was still nothing.

He rushed out of the building and was blocked by a group of students.

The leading guy is a young man with pale skin and long hair.

Ron felt the throbbing of the blood of the same race in them.

Unsurprisingly, they are all vampires.

In the same way, several vampires also felt the suppression of Ron's higher-level blood.

They have an intuition that as long as they suck Ron's blood, they will definitely evolve to a higher level.

This confuses them.

Because they are already nobles among vampires.

Ron's bloodline is actually more noble than theirs, which is not reasonable at all.

"Hi, my name is Bonnie, a descendant of the Volturi family."

Ron glanced at Bonnie carefully, Bonnie is also a handsome guy.

Mad, there is no shortage of handsome vampires.

This is something that Ron really hates, because they may devalue the appearance.

If everyone is handsome and beautiful, doesn't that mean that handsome men and beautiful women are no longer a scarce resource?

"Hi, my name is Ron, did you see someone come out of it just now?"

The vampire behind Bonnie said proudly: "Hey, we all announced our family name, shouldn't you tell us about your family?"

"Why should I tell you?"

It was too late for Ron to hide his identity and strength.

Why do you have to report your details everywhere, as if you are afraid that others will not know how powerful you are?
Even his teammates and bosses like Sandy, Irene, and Jonathan, he can hide as much as he can, not to mention these adolescent students who have no sense of confidentiality.

"You are insulting our Volturi family."

Ron was dumbfounded, would it be considered an insult if he didn't know his name?

What's the point of this?
It is your freedom to use names, and you have no reason to force others to use names, right?
"You know I don't mean that. Of course, if you really think so, I don't mind letting you know the price of misunderstanding me."

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