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Wesley looked at Juin with nervous eyes, and the teenager immediately knew what the boy was thinking about.
Shaking his head, Juin mouthed, "Later…"
He then looked at Mrs. Martin and as he reached over to pat her arm, he said, "We are fine, Mrs. Martin. Sorry if we have given you a scare…"
"It's fine since you are both back now, that's all that matters…" she said with a sigh of relief. Then, with a smile, she asked, "Are you guys hungry?"
"Mrs. Martin," Juin suddenly said, "I have decided to leave tomorrow…"
"What?!" Both Wesley and Mrs. Martin gasped in unison. They both thought they would still have some time with Juin.
"Why so sudden?" Mrs. Martin asked. "Are you unhappy here?"
"No, of course not!" Juin reassured her. "I just thought it would be better if I can go earlier… It will take some time for me to get used to a new environment…
"Besides, Mr. Presley said that the curriculum of the new school is different from St. Xavier, so I want to take the time to quickly adjust to the life there so that I can catch up on my studies," Juin said with a sad smile as he looked at the disappointed expression on Wesley and Mrs. Martin's faces.
Without saying a word, Wesley just ran up the stairs and went to their room.
"Wesley…" Mrs. Martin sighed. "You had the talk with him?"
Juin nodded. "I didn't tell him that I'm leaving so soon since I just thought about it last night…"
"It's going to be hard for him, but he'll adjust…" Mrs. Martin said. She looked at Juin for a while before hugging him again. "I'm going to miss you, kid…"
"I'll miss you too, Mrs. Martin," Juin said as he hugged her back. "Thanks for caring for me during the last three years. It must have been hard on you."
Mrs. Martin released him and shook her head. "No… You're a good kid…"
"I��ll come back for a visit whenever I can…" Juin said. "I promise…"
"You better be, kid…"
Suddenly, Juin asked, "Oh yeah… Where's Cyrus? I have to tell him as well…"
After Cyrus came to live with him, Juin had told Presley, with Luca Rockefeller's help, and told the man about this little beast who saved him from Taka Nakamura. As such, Presley agreed to "adopt" Cyrus as well.
"I don't know… That kid snuck out despite my warning," Mrs. Martin said with an exasperated sigh. The last couple of days had been hard on her, mostly due to the incorrigible Cyrus, who somehow managed to get himself covered in dirt and grass most of the time. "I'm worried that Mr. Presley will be unhappy with him…"
She was surprised when she received a notification from Presley's lawyer, saying that the man was looking to adopt a younger kid as well and that he had his eyes on Cyrus. While Juin was getting adopted officially, Cyrus would be fostered by Mr. Presley for now, until his assigned social worker deemed that it was safe for Cyrus to continue to be with him.
The reasoning was that Juin was already old enough to take care of himself, so he was allowed to make his own choices. And the social worker who came to talk to Juin made sure that Juin was comfortable with the changes.
However, for the "8-year-old" Cyrus, who came from a "terrible background" and seemed to be untameable, the social worker refused to budge on this, stating that she was protecting Cyrus from future heartache in case President Presley decided he was too much work and decided to return him.
"I'll go look for him," Juin said upon hearing Mrs. Martin's words. He knew that with Cyrus' curiosity, he probably went to look around the places where they found the bodies. "Erm… Mrs. Martin, about Wesley…"
"I'll talk to him, don't worry about it," Mrs. Martin said. "And you take care when you are outside. They haven't caught the killer, or killers, yet, so make sure that you don't go somewhere quiet…"
Juin nodded. He then left the house, and when he closed the slightly dirty white gate with the sign "The Martins" behind him, he looked up in the sky for a few seconds before turning to the right.
Watching him, Mrs. Martin could not help but think, "How does he know where Cyrus is?"
…
Juin did not have to. He realized a while back that he could always somehow feel where Cyrus was at any time. And he asked Lucifer about it before. Apparently, it was because he had somehow bonded with Cyrus.
And according to Lucifer, the stronger the bond between him and Cyrus, the more that he would be able to do.
"Left…" Juin suddenly mumbled after walking around for 15 minutes. He pivoted to the left, and after another few minutes of walking, he saw the facade of an abandoned house with a piece of yellow tape blocking the broken gate in front.
Creak!
The gate made a high-pitched sound when it was slightly pushed by the wind.
This house had been left empty ever since the old owner, Mr. Goodday, was found dead inside two years ago. He was just a poor, lonely old man who died of a heart attack in the middle of the night. The poor soul was not found until a few days later, when his friend came to check on him because he had not been picking up his calls.
And since then, it was rumored that this place was haunted.
"Ah, this is old Mr. Goodday's house…" Juin thought to himself, somewhat uneasy. "Is this where they found the bodies?"
There were two police cars in front, but no police could be seen.
"Blood…" Lucifer suddenly said as they continued walking closer to the house.
Upon hearing him, Juin stopped right outside the house and took a careful glance around. He then noticed the bloody half-footprints on the ground and the blood trail, as well as the bloody handprints on the gate.
"GET OUT!"
"Go home, kid!" the policeman snapped at Cyrus, who continued to look at him with a mischievous gaze.
"You won't be able to find the killer if you don't let me help!" Cyrus said with a smug expression when the policeman released him at the door.
"Cyrus!" Juin called out, catching the attention of the two. He ducked down and went past the yellow tape, walking all the way to the door. "I'm sorry, officer. What did my little brother do?"
"He's your brother? Great! Take him away from here! It's a good thing that we cleared the scene earlier, or he would have contaminated the crime scene with the way he was sniffing around… And I meant literally 'sniffing'!" the bulky, blonde-haired policeman said with a glare at Cyrus.
He and his colleagues came here when he received an anonymous call about someone sneaking into the crime scene, and what he found was a little boy, who was crouching on all four as he sniffed around the white chalk outline of the poor teenage boy who was found dead in the wee morning.
It was unsettling to watch, especially when the kid stared at him with a pair of yellow eyes that seemed to constrict for a few seconds, making them look like the eyes of a predator. And he and his three other colleagues had to spend the next 15 minutes catching the kid, whose agility surprised everyone at present.
"I didn't do anything!" Cyrus defended himself as he stood with his arms folded. "You guys are the ones who messed everything up! Have you forgotten? Your friend was the one who skid across the room and messed up all those things with the numbers on it!"
"That's caused we are trying to get you out of the room!" the policeman scolded. He then pinched his glabella and shook his head. Looking at Juin, he said with a strict expression, "Take care of your brother! If we catch him around again, it won't be just a light reprimand!"
"Wait!" Juin called out, trying to stop the man from leaving.
"What?"
"What happened? I just came back and was told that there was a murder?" Juin asked with an innocent expression.
The policeman frowned upon recalling the horrendous view that he stepped into earlier. The teenager's arm was almost ripped off from the shoulder, and there were deep wounds on the teenager's face and abdomen, and the wounds on the teenager's stomach were so deep that his guts semi-spilled out.
However, the wound that killed him was the one on his neck. It was one deep slash across the teenager's carotid artery. Based on the blood pattern, as well as the blood from outside the house, the detectives had a feeling that the murder actually happened elsewhere. From the wound to the teenager's carotid artery, most likely, the crime happened less than 100 meters away.
What was puzzling them was the fact that no one had seen or heard anything.
Grimacing, the policeman nodded. "A poor kid was found dead in a room inside the house…"
"How did he die?"
"Slash to--" The policeman stopped himself and scowled disapprovingly at Juin. "This is none of your business. Stop playing detective and go home now, kid…"
He then walked back into the house and slammed the door shut.
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Wesley looked at Juin with nervous eyes, and the teenager immediately knew what the boy was thinking about.
Shaking his head, Juin mouthed, "Later…"
He then looked at Mrs. Martin and as he reached over to pat her arm, he said, "We are fine, Mrs. Martin. Sorry if we have given you a scare…"
"It's fine since you are both back now, that's all that matters…" she said with a sigh of relief. Then, with a smile, she asked, "Are you guys hungry?"
"Mrs. Martin," Juin suddenly said, "I have decided to leave tomorrow…"
"What?!" Both Wesley and Mrs. Martin gasped in unison. They both thought they would still have some time with Juin.
"Why so sudden?" Mrs. Martin asked. "Are you unhappy here?"
"No, of course not!" Juin reassured her. "I just thought it would be better if I can go earlier… It will take some time for me to get used to a new environment…
"Besides, Mr. Presley said that the curriculum of the new school is different from St. Xavier, so I want to take the time to quickly adjust to the life there so that I can catch up on my studies," Juin said with a sad smile as he looked at the disappointed expression on Wesley and Mrs. Martin's faces.
Without saying a word, Wesley just ran up the stairs and went to their room.
"Wesley…" Mrs. Martin sighed. "You had the talk with him?"
Juin nodded. "I didn't tell him that I'm leaving so soon since I just thought about it last night…"
"It's going to be hard for him, but he'll adjust…" Mrs. Martin said. She looked at Juin for a while before hugging him again. "I'm going to miss you, kid…"
"I'll miss you too, Mrs. Martin," Juin said as he hugged her back. "Thanks for caring for me during the last three years. It must have been hard on you."
Mrs. Martin released him and shook her head. "No… You're a good kid…"
"I��ll come back for a visit whenever I can…" Juin said. "I promise…"
"You better be, kid…"
Suddenly, Juin asked, "Oh yeah… Where's Cyrus? I have to tell him as well…"
After Cyrus came to live with him, Juin had told Presley, with Luca Rockefeller's help, and told the man about this little beast who saved him from Taka Nakamura. As such, Presley agreed to "adopt" Cyrus as well.
"I don't know… That kid snuck out despite my warning," Mrs. Martin said with an exasperated sigh. The last couple of days had been hard on her, mostly due to the incorrigible Cyrus, who somehow managed to get himself covered in dirt and grass most of the time. "I'm worried that Mr. Presley will be unhappy with him…"
She was surprised when she received a notification from Presley's lawyer, saying that the man was looking to adopt a younger kid as well and that he had his eyes on Cyrus. While Juin was getting adopted officially, Cyrus would be fostered by Mr. Presley for now, until his assigned social worker deemed that it was safe for Cyrus to continue to be with him.
The reasoning was that Juin was already old enough to take care of himself, so he was allowed to make his own choices. And the social worker who came to talk to Juin made sure that Juin was comfortable with the changes.
However, for the "8-year-old" Cyrus, who came from a "terrible background" and seemed to be untameable, the social worker refused to budge on this, stating that she was protecting Cyrus from future heartache in case President Presley decided he was too much work and decided to return him.
"I'll go look for him," Juin said upon hearing Mrs. Martin's words. He knew that with Cyrus' curiosity, he probably went to look around the places where they found the bodies. "Erm… Mrs. Martin, about Wesley…"
"I'll talk to him, don't worry about it," Mrs. Martin said. "And you take care when you are outside. They haven't caught the killer, or killers, yet, so make sure that you don't go somewhere quiet…"
Juin nodded. He then left the house, and when he closed the slightly dirty white gate with the sign "The Martins" behind him, he looked up in the sky for a few seconds before turning to the right.
Watching him, Mrs. Martin could not help but think, "How does he know where Cyrus is?"
…
Juin did not have to. He realized a while back that he could always somehow feel where Cyrus was at any time. And he asked Lucifer about it before. Apparently, it was because he had somehow bonded with Cyrus.
And according to Lucifer, the stronger the bond between him and Cyrus, the more that he would be able to do.
"Left…" Juin suddenly mumbled after walking around for 15 minutes. He pivoted to the left, and after another few minutes of walking, he saw the facade of an abandoned house with a piece of yellow tape blocking the broken gate in front.
Creak!
The gate made a high-pitched sound when it was slightly pushed by the wind.
This house had been left empty ever since the old owner, Mr. Goodday, was found dead inside two years ago. He was just a poor, lonely old man who died of a heart attack in the middle of the night. The poor soul was not found until a few days later, when his friend came to check on him because he had not been picking up his calls.
And since then, it was rumored that this place was haunted.
"Ah, this is old Mr. Goodday's house…" Juin thought to himself, somewhat uneasy. "Is this where they found the bodies?"
There were two police cars in front, but no police could be seen.
"Blood…" Lucifer suddenly said as they continued walking closer to the house.
Upon hearing him, Juin stopped right outside the house and took a careful glance around. He then noticed the bloody half-footprints on the ground and the blood trail, as well as the bloody handprints on the gate.
"GET OUT!"
"Go home, kid!" the policeman snapped at Cyrus, who continued to look at him with a mischievous gaze.
"You won't be able to find the killer if you don't let me help!" Cyrus said with a smug expression when the policeman released him at the door.
"Cyrus!" Juin called out, catching the attention of the two. He ducked down and went past the yellow tape, walking all the way to the door. "I'm sorry, officer. What did my little brother do?"
"He's your brother? Great! Take him away from here! It's a good thing that we cleared the scene earlier, or he would have contaminated the crime scene with the way he was sniffing around… And I meant literally 'sniffing'!" the bulky, blonde-haired policeman said with a glare at Cyrus.
He and his colleagues came here when he received an anonymous call about someone sneaking into the crime scene, and what he found was a little boy, who was crouching on all four as he sniffed around the white chalk outline of the poor teenage boy who was found dead in the wee morning.
It was unsettling to watch, especially when the kid stared at him with a pair of yellow eyes that seemed to constrict for a few seconds, making them look like the eyes of a predator. And he and his three other colleagues had to spend the next 15 minutes catching the kid, whose agility surprised everyone at present.
"I didn't do anything!" Cyrus defended himself as he stood with his arms folded. "You guys are the ones who messed everything up! Have you forgotten? Your friend was the one who skid across the room and messed up all those things with the numbers on it!"
"That's caused we are trying to get you out of the room!" the policeman scolded. He then pinched his glabella and shook his head. Looking at Juin, he said with a strict expression, "Take care of your brother! If we catch him around again, it won't be just a light reprimand!"
"Wait!" Juin called out, trying to stop the man from leaving.
"What?"
"What happened? I just came back and was told that there was a murder?" Juin asked with an innocent expression.
The policeman frowned upon recalling the horrendous view that he stepped into earlier. The teenager's arm was almost ripped off from the shoulder, and there were deep wounds on the teenager's face and abdomen, and the wounds on the teenager's stomach were so deep that his guts semi-spilled out.
However, the wound that killed him was the one on his neck. It was one deep slash across the teenager's carotid artery. Based on the blood pattern, as well as the blood from outside the house, the detectives had a feeling that the murder actually happened elsewhere. From the wound to the teenager's carotid artery, most likely, the crime happened less than 100 meters away.
What was puzzling them was the fact that no one had seen or heard anything.
Grimacing, the policeman nodded. "A poor kid was found dead in a room inside the house…"
"How did he die?"
"Slash to--" The policeman stopped himself and scowled disapprovingly at Juin. "This is none of your business. Stop playing detective and go home now, kid…"
He then walked back into the house and slammed the door shut.
Wesley looked at Juin with nervous eyes, and the teenager immediately knew what the boy was thinking about. Shaking his head, Juin mouthed, "Later" He then looked at Mrs. Martin and as he reached over to pat her arm, he said, "We are fine, Mrs. Martin. Sorry if we have given you a scare" "It's fine since you are both back now, that's all that matters" she said with a sigh of relief. Then, with a smile, she asked, "Are you guys hungry?" "Mrs. Martin," Juin suddenly said, "I have decided to leave tomorrow" "What?!" Both Wesley and Mrs. Martin gasped in unison. They both thought they would still have some time with Juin. "Why so sudden?" Mrs. Martin asked. "Are you unhappy here?" "No, of course not!" Juin reassured her. "I just thought it would be better if I can go earlier It will take some time for me to get used to a new environment "Besides, Mr. Presley said that the curriculum of the new school is different from St. Xavier, so I want to take the time to quickly adjust to the life there so that I can catch up on my studies," Juin said with a sad smile as he looked at the disappointed expression on Wesley and Mrs. Martin's faces. Without saying a word, Wesley just ran up the stairs and went to their room. "Wesley" Mrs. Martin sighed. "You had the talk with him?" Juin nodded. "I didn't tell him that I'm leaving so soon since I just thought about it last night" "It's going to be hard for him, but he'll adjust" Mrs. Martin said. She looked at Juin for a while before hugging him again. "I'm going to miss you, kid" "I'll miss you too, Mrs. Martin," Juin said as he hugged her back. "Thanks for caring for me during the last three years. It must have been hard on you." Mrs. Martin released him and shook her head. "No You're a good kid" "Ill come back for a visit whenever I can" Juin said. "I promise" "You better be, kid" Suddenly, Juin asked, "Oh yeah Where's Cyrus? I have to tell him as well" After Cyrus came to live with him, Juin had told Presley, with Luca Rockefeller's help, and told the man about this little beast who saved him from Taka Nakamura. As such, Presley agreed to "adopt" Cyrus as well. "I don't know That kid snuck out despite my warning," Mrs. Martin said with an exasperated sigh. The last couple of days had been hard on her, mostly due to the incorrigible Cyrus, who somehow managed to get himself covered in dirt and grass most of the time. "I'm worried that Mr. Presley will be unhappy with him" She was surprised when she received a notification from Presley's lawyer, saying that the man was looking to adopt a younger kid as well and that he had his eyes on Cyrus. While Juin was getting adopted officially, Cyrus would be fostered by Mr. Presley for now, until his assigned social worker deemed that it was safe for Cyrus to continue to be with him. The reasoning was that Juin was already old enough to take care of himself, so he was allowed to make his own choices. And the social worker who came to talk to Juin made sure that Juin was comfortable with the changes. However, for the "8-year-old" Cyrus, who came from a "terrible background" and seemed to be untameable, the social worker refused to budge on this, stating that she was protecting Cyrus from future heartache in case President Presley decided he was too much work and decided to return him. "I'll go look for him," Juin said upon hearing Mrs. Martin's words. He knew that with Cyrus' curiosity, he probably went to look around the places where they found the bodies. "Erm Mrs. Martin, about Wesley" "I'll talk to him, don't worry about it," Mrs. Martin said. "And you take care when you are outside. They haven't caught the killer, or killers, yet, so make sure that you don't go somewhere quiet" Juin nodded. He then left the house, and when he closed the slightly dirty white gate with the sign "The Martins" behind him, he looked up in the sky for a few seconds before turning to the right. Watching him, Mrs. Martin could not help but think, "How does he know where Cyrus is?" Juin did not have to. He realized a while back that he could always somehow feel where Cyrus was at any time. And he asked Lucifer about it before. Apparently, it was because he had somehow bonded with Cyrus. And according to Lucifer, the stronger the bond between him and Cyrus, the more that he would be able to do. "Left" Juin suddenly mumbled after walking around for 15 minutes. He pivoted to the left, and after another few minutes of walking, he saw the facade of an abandoned house with a piece of yellow tape blocking the broken gate in front. Creak! The gate made a high-pitched sound when it was slightly pushed by the wind. This house had been left empty ever since the old owner, Mr. Goodday, was found dead inside two years ago. He was just a poor, lonely old man who died of a heart attack in the middle of the night. The poor soul was not found until a few days later, when his friend came to check on him because he had not been picking up his calls. And since then, it was rumored that this place was haunted. "Ah, this is old Mr. Goodday's house" Juin thought to himself, somewhat uneasy. "Is this where they found the bodies?" There were two police cars in front, but no police could be seen. "Blood" Lucifer suddenly said as they continued walking closer to the house. Upon hearing him, Juin stopped right outside the house and took a careful glance around. He then noticed the bloody half-footprints on the ground and the blood trail, as well as the bloody handprints on the gate. "GET OUT!" "Go home, kid!" the policeman snapped at Cyrus, who continued to look at him with a mischievous gaze. "You won't be able to find the killer if you don't let me help!" Cyrus said with a smug expression when the policeman released him at the door. "Cyrus!" Juin called out, catching the attention of the two. He ducked down and went past the yellow tape, walking all the way to the door. "I'm sorry, officer. What did my little brother do?" "He's your brother? Great! Take him away from here! It's a good thing that we cleared the scene earlier, or he would have contaminated the crime scene with the way he was sniffing around And I meant literally 'sniffing'!" the bulky, blonde-haired policeman said with a glare at Cyrus. He and his colleagues came here when he received an anonymous call about someone sneaking into the crime scene, and what he found was a little boy, who was crouching on all four as he sniffed around the white chalk outline of the poor teenage boy who was found dead in the wee morning. It was unsettling to watch, especially when the kid stared at him with a pair of yellow eyes that seemed to constrict for a few seconds, making them look like the eyes of a predator. And he and his three other colleagues had to spend the next 15 minutes catching the kid, whose agility surprised everyone at present. "I didn't do anything!" Cyrus defended himself as he stood with his arms folded. "You guys are the ones who messed everything up! Have you forgotten? Your friend was the one who skid across the room and messed up all those things with the numbers on it!" "That's caused we are trying to get you out of the room!" the policeman scolded. He then pinched his glabella and shook his head. Looking at Juin, he said with a strict expression, "Take care of your brother! If we catch him around again, it won't be just a light reprimand!" "Wait!" Juin called out, trying to stop the man from leaving. "What?" "What happened? I just came back and was told that there was a murder?" Juin asked with an innocent expression. The policeman frowned upon recalling the horrendous view that he stepped into earlier. The teenager's arm was almost ripped off from the shoulder, and there were deep wounds on the teenager's face and abdomen, and the wounds on the teenager's stomach were so deep that his guts semi-spilled out. However, the wound that killed him was the one on his neck. It was one deep slash across the teenager's carotid artery. Based on the blood pattern, as well as the blood from outside the house, the detectives had a feeling that the murder actually happened elsewhere. From the wound to the teenager's carotid artery, most likely, the crime happened less than 100 meters away. What was puzzling them was the fact that no one had seen or heard anything. Grimacing, the policeman nodded. "A poor kid was found dead in a room inside the house" "How did he die?" "Slash to--" The policeman stopped himself and scowled disapprovingly at Juin. "This is none of your business. Stop playing detective and go home now, kid" He then walked back into the house and slammed the door shut.
