New Gods of North America.

Chapter 280 Different
"No!!! Why?!"

After the little wildcat had almost lost its movement, Macon Reeve quickly uttered a low questioning sound.

Wayne saw him kneeling on the grass, holding the black and white wild cat with slightly trembling hands, as if he wanted to rescue it, but seemed to realize it was too late.

"Who is it? Why do they always do this kind of thing?!"

Mackenzie Reeve's voice was filled with sobbing, and the helplessness and sadness in his tone sounded more like anger and confusion.

His body gradually lowered and he sat down on the grass, still holding the little wild cat in his hands, with his face gently pressed against the little wild cat's body.

Like a parent carefully and seriously holding a baby,
It's also like a child holding a toy cautiously, afraid that someone else will snatch it away.

Then McCann Reeve maintained this posture and began to talk to himself:

"It's Kanx. He's just such a rude and overbearing person."

"Bullshit! I never deny what I did, Georgia you bullshit bitch!"

"McKen looks sad. Can anyone help get rid of the cat first? Missouri, can you try?"

"I can't...York. Mikan doesn't seem to want to be separated from the kitten yet."

"Well... let me try. Mikan, can you loosen your grip and give it to me? You know, if others see this, it might be considered as 'bad behavior' in the school rules, which is not a good thing."

Although the voice is the same, the tone, pitch, speed and even pronunciation are different.
It was clearly Macon Reeve talking to himself, but Wayne seemed to hear a group of people talking there.

Multiple personalities?

Or is it the more traditional "The Evil Spirit"?
Wayne took a quick look with his simple lines vision, and at least it looked normal from the outside.

Soon, Macon Reeve stood up again. Although his movements were not fast, his posture gave people the feeling of an upper-class gentleman.

How should I put it? It's the kind of confident posture that is slightly "upright" with the chest and head held high, the abdomen tucked in and the back straightened, and the chest and shoulders "opened". The movements also seem to have a bit of "grace" that is neither hurried nor slow.
Compared to Macon Reeve's usual appearance of lowering his head, hunching his shoulders, slightly hunching his back, and even not daring to look others in the eye, if you don't look at their faces and figures, they would almost be mistaken for two different people.

Then Mackenzie Reeve got a shovel from a nearby house.
What followed was the routine process of digging a hole, burying the body, and filling it up. Even the remaining food and bloodstains at the scene were dealt with a little bit.

After doing all this, Mackenree squatted near the place where he collapsed at the beginning.

He started talking to himself again:

"I've taken care of it... Mikan, are you feeling better?"

"He's still sad. Let me try to comfort him. But thank you, Washington."

"Who on earth is doing this? Haven't you heard of the rules in Virginia? If Macon is expelled from school and put in a monastery, then we'll all go to jail and eat boiled potatoes."

"Aren't you the biggest suspect, Kankes?"

"Wolevak! When Macken was bullied, it was because you didn't dare to stand up. But you, Georgia, only dared to kill cats behind their backs. This behavior is obviously more in line with a sinister ugly woman like you!"

"Okay, okay, don't be angry with Georgia, Kanks, I believe this is not you who did it." "Stop! Okay... Now who can help take care of the unconscious Tennessee?"

Wayne listened quietly in the dark while trying to imagine and label the characters that had appeared.

Kankers, who looks like a wild west townie, and Georgia, who looks like a bitchy and mean lady.
There is also Missouri, Tennessee...Except for "McCann", the others seem to be the names of states, but the characteristics of some "people" are not obvious enough.
Now it seems that the one who looks more like a "parent" is either York or Washington.

Damn it,

How do I talk to Mackenzie Reeve about this?

It sounds like their memories aren't fully shared yet.

Should I just reach an agreement with McCann, or should I wait for them to hold an internal meeting to discuss and vote?
And do their internal discussions really count?
……

Following Mackenree, he continued to move, mumbling to himself for a while.
Finally, I walked towards the dormitory.

However, from Wayne's perspective, the Macon Reeve at this time should not be the "Macon".
At least the honest "building manager" doesn't usually "jump" when he walks, and he's not as steady and capable as the "Washington" who was digging the hole just now.

In all fairness,

Wantonly killing of small animals might be considered "improper conduct" at best, but in this day and age, it's not really a big deal.
If Wayne reported it, the Academic Affairs Office should arrange someone to confirm it. Given the current social atmosphere, the most likely treatment McCann Reeve would receive would be a private verbal warning from school staff.

——It is still a long way from a written warning, because "hunting" is still a popular sport among the upper class, and "killing wild animals simply for fun" is not an act that will be publicly criticized in Windsor or America at present.

At least in the public's perception, it is far less serious than "intentionally damaging other people's property."

Of course,
According to the Holy Spirit Church's standard of "kindness", such behavior is "neither for livelihood nor elegant".

That is indeed inappropriate for students who have received higher education. Once the news gets out, McCann Reeve will probably receive a lot of scrutiny.

But "McCann" seems innocent, so how should this be handled?
After following for a short distance, Wayne decided to put aside his distracting thoughts, quickened his pace, and went up to say hello, "Hi, Macon."

After being called, Macken Reeve was stunned for a moment.

With a general idea of the situation, Wayne noticed that Mackenree's body posture gradually returned to its usual state, and then he responded to Wayne's greeting.

However, Macon Reeve still seemed to be in a low mood, and his smile could only be considered "forced". "Good evening, Wayne."

Wayne imagined that he was knocking on the door of a town resident's house, and there was a whole family sitting inside.

Then he smiled a professional smile as if he was still wearing a police badge, and chose a relatively "businesslike" attitude:

"McCann, I'm from a detective agency chartered by the church, and I'm conducting a routine investigation.

"As a 'fallen one', have you ever been coerced by any clergy of the church, or have you ever been managed beyond the norm?"

Mackenzie Reeve's expression changed rapidly several times.
It was as if a group of family members had different expressions on their faces when they heard the sheriff's questions.

(End of this chapter)