Calamity Crown

That voice seemed to have magical power, making Goethe confused.

But when the word "go home" sounded, Goethe woke up.

'Home'?

Although I don't know if I can go back, this is not his home!

Seeing the palm coming towards him, Goethe took a step back and avoided it.

Christa Wayne was taken aback.

Obviously, this was not expected to happen.

And Goethe?

Without hesitation at all, he turned and left.

"Wait, Goethe!"

"You can't leave!"

"you come back!"

Behind him, came his 'auntie' shout.

Goethe had no intention of turning back at all, and even his pace became faster.

"ah!"

A shrill cry echoed behind him.

The ensuing shock wave caused Goethe to fall to the ground, and while he was dizzy, he 'saw' some broken pictures.

Dark, damp underground.

Sharp Meat Hook.

A long, narrow butcher knife.

Three or four people in hooded robes whose faces could not be seen clearly.

Christa Wayne who was cut again and again.

In the end, the sharp meat hook was inserted into Christa Wayne's mouth, pressed against the upper teeth, and went straight into the brain, hanging her from the ceiling.

besides……

The sign of No. 13 Guta Street.

The picture freezes in an instant.

Goethe turned over and sat up, panting heavily.

There is fine sweat on the forehead, and the heavy fatigue feels like staying up late for ten days in a row, and after reaching the extreme in the small butter every day.

And, it's not an illusion.

The word 'tired' also appeared in the [Status Bar] that only Goethe could see.

Goethe frowned.

He wasn't surprised by such 'tiredness', but he had lingering fears.

If he hadn't woken up instantly just now and let that 'Christa Wayne' grab his palm, I'm afraid...

"Death is the only result!"

After getting the answer, Goethe got out of bed and walked into the bathroom.

Cold water washes his cheeks.

Goethe calmed down quickly.

"Why did the...'extraordinary phenomenon' appear just now?"

Goethe thought.

And almost subconsciously, the three IOUs handed to him by the hotel security director before came to mind, and the other party was the only one who mentioned "my aunt" to him recently.

Will it be the other party?

Or is it the boss behind the opponent?

After a while, Goethe shook his head.

He is currently living in the other party's hotel, and if the other party wants to attack, it is too easy.

There is no need for such a method.

Of course, it may also be deception.

All the actions that seemed to protect the hotel's reputation before were for this moment's 'ultimate move'.

This is a possibility.

Another possibility is, 'Murder in the Fog'.

After repeated failures, the opponent began to use more direct methods.

It was not used at first, it should be too much consumption or something.

But now, the anger after consecutive failures made the other party have no scruples.

However, the opponent still failed.

Moreover, let him know more.

For example: No. 13, Guta Street.

"My aunt said she called the police, but she was taken away without leaving Guta Street... Wait, what if this is also a trap for the other party?"

Goethe narrowed his eyes.

According to the previous performance of the 'Mist Killer', this is very likely to be a trap.

However, Goethe soon had a countermeasure.

Swart!

Although it would be more appropriate to go directly to the security director of the Pine Nut Hotel, Goethe chose to give up because of the suspicion just now.

He didn't dare to gamble.

After all, there is only one life.

"Maybe this is also in the calculation of the other party?"

Goethe was thinking, and went downstairs quickly.

At this time, there is still some time before dawn.

The whole of Luster is quiet, not to mention the Songzi neighborhood where rich people and nobles live.

Except for the patrolmen in the block, there was no one else.

And that was enough for Goethe.

"I'm going to Swart, and get me a carriage."

Goethe said.

The two patrolmen knew Goethe, and even heard some rumors about Goethe.

Without any hesitation, he did so directly.

When Goethe walked into Swart's office, the sheriff was still asleep.

Hearing the sound of the door being pushed, the sheriff raised his head in a daze, and when he saw Goethe, he looked surprised.

"Shouldn't you be getting ready for morning exercises with Ms. Beatrice?"

"Or……"

"You haven't slept since you exercised?!"

Swart looked at Goethe with a tired face, and immediately regained his energy. He just crawled out of the sleeping bag, with a gossip look on his face, and asked: "I heard about what happened last night! You took a piece of paper with you. A Lady Beatrice prettier than Lady Sheila!"

"You bastard, you didn't reveal anything to me last night."

"She looks amazing!"

Swart clicked his tongue.

Goethe?

He chose to ignore it.

what can he do

He couldn't say that Beatrice was a man, could he?

Still a middle-aged man.

If it was said, let alone what Morey would do, he would be disgusted to death.

Therefore, at this time, Goethe looked serious.

"three things."

"1. I need a 'brave and fearless' person to investigate No. 13, Guta Street. You can secretly help me find one."

"2, I need you to go to the "Lust Daily" newspaper in person, and let them try their best to publish a cat-hunting revelation in today's newspaper-looking for a pure black, seven-year-old cat, and the reward is 1 gold gram and 11 silver Suo 7 bronze horns, and signed 'xyz', this matter should be done with great fanfare."

"3. When you come back, bring me a breakfast. This is very important."

After speaking, Goethe picked up the blanket and sleeping bag beside him.

Looking at Goethe who spread the blanket and got into the sleeping bag, but did not pull up the sleeping bag, Swart muttered in a low voice.

"I am not your servant."

Goethe heard it very clearly, he closed his eyes and said.

"profitable."

"At your service, Your Excellency."

The sheriff immediately bowed respectfully, walked out, and closed the door gently.

Time passed by every minute and every second.

The sky quickly lit up.

Goethe, who was not really asleep, got out of his sleeping bag when he heard Swart's footsteps.

"nailed it."

"A prisoner who wanted to commit crimes and make meritorious deeds became a 'brave and fearless' person under my 'persuasion'."

"The editor-in-chief of the newspaper has a good relationship with me, and they always reserve some pages to print breaking news, and it is more than enough to publish a cat-hunting revelation."

"And here's your breakfast—two meatloaf and a lemon."

"The mince is beef and the lemon is the freshest. It's not cheap."

Swart said and passed the breakfast.

Goethe walked out with his coat in one hand and the pie in the other.

"Walk."

he said.

"At least you have to have breakfast, right?"

Swart took his own breakfast and chased after him.

"It's the same in the carriage."

"correct."

"Bring some more explosives, and prepare a team of fully armed people. Ten minutes after we set off, we dispersed and set off in ambush, all ambush outside Guta Street."

Goethe said, quickening his pace.

He understands the truth that soldiers are expensive and fast.

It's as if he knows how to catch him by surprise.

No. 1 Guta Street, the old house of the Wayne family, the carriage stopped.

"I hope the news published in the newspaper will attract your attention."

Thinking this way, Goethe looked at the 'brave and fearless' man opposite him.

The opponent with a bruised nose and swollen face could hardly see his original face.

Faced with Goethe's sizing up, the other party was very afraid.

"Go to No. 13. It should be somewhere like the basement. There is a sharp meat hook and a long and narrow meat knife. Find them and bring them out. Then, you will be free!"

Swart urged him.

The weapon that killed Christa Wayne was the sharp meat hook.

The reason why both are required is that Goethe wanted to cover up and at the same time pave the way for future lies.

His behavior of collecting 'murder weapons' will be targeted sooner or later, and he must be prepared in advance.

"Yes, yes, Sheriff."

The young man, after stammering, jumped out of the carriage and got into No. 13 Guta Street in a hurry.

"Don't worry, he is a very good 'gold finger' on Luster Street. He is the best at finding things, and he is careful enough."

Seeing Goethe staring at No. 13 Guta Street, Swart said.

"Then how did you catch him?"

Goethe asked.

"He is careful enough, but his companion is not careful enough, and he is also very greedy and cowardly—the four copper horns told me where he was hiding."

Swart said triumphantly.

Then, the sheriff began to tell his story of "catching a thief".

Hearing this, Goethe rolled his eyes.

Not interesting enough.

But too limitless.

At least, from the beginning to the end, Swart did not pay the four copper horns, and sold the other party to the chimney sweeper-in a similar way to selling 'commodities'.

"Save a fortune, earn a fortune!"

"This is two sums of money!"

Swart said with a smile.

But Goethe looked out of the window again.

The person who had left before had returned, holding a sharp hook and a meat knife in his hand, and was trotting all the way, his speed was faster than before, and his footsteps became lighter.

Especially the posture of holding the meat hook in the left hand and the meat cleaver in the right hand is all reversed.

Swart didn't notice any of this.

He opened the door and got out of the carriage with a smile.

"See what I said?"

"He can do it."

With that said, the sheriff was ready to greet the other party.

Of course, not a triumphant welcome.

After he was ready to take the hook and the meat knife, he would send the other party back to prison.

As for breaking the agreement?

Is a criminal worthy of a contract?

Swart thought righteously.

Then……

The meat cleaver came with a strong wind.

Suddenly, Swarte's crotch was wet.