Calamity Crown

According to the doctor's notes, all the corpses in the morgue died of diseases and accidents.

However, according to Goethe's inspection, some of these corpses were murdered!

"There are seventeen corpses in the morgue. Except for the thirteen corpses that died normally, four corpses were obviously strangled to death. Moreover, these four corpses were strong, with calluses on their fingers and jaws. Sustained, but without a trace of resistance!"

"They were all delivered at almost the same time!"

"so……"

"Drugs?"

Goethe couldn't help guessing.

Goethe then glanced at the doctor's signature on the files of the four corpses that had been deemed accidental: Mull.

Immediately, however, Goethe shook his head.

What does this have to do with him?

He is a corpse mover.

At least, within a week, before he really understood this 'secret realm', he was a competent 'corpse mover'.

Under the premise of three months, Goethe made a preliminary plan.

But plans don't always change fast.

When he was off work, Goethe received a notice from the vice president.

"You don't have to come tomorrow!"

The vice-principal named 'Mur' said coldly.

"You don't need to ask why?"

"You just need to know that you're fired."

"Now……"

"Please go and collect your wages, and then, leave the hospital."

Moreover, before Goethe could ask, the vice president continued.

After speaking, the other party turned and left.

Goethe narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the back of the other party, his gaze slightly focused.

His career in his hometown made him instinctively realize that something was wrong.

"Hope it's not what I thought it would be!"

Goethe whispered to himself.

Goethe didn't want some 'things' to come ahead of time before he fully understood this strange environment.

But just as plans are not as fast as changes.

Reality often doesn't go as one wishes.

Just after Goethe received today's wages and left the hospital, he was keenly aware that he was being followed.

The opponent's tracking skills are very poor.

Or……

Disdain to hide.

Glancing at the two burly men following behind him, Goethe quickened his pace.

And the two burly men chased after them with grim smiles.

After putting Goethe in the middle with one left and one right, a dagger was pressed against Goethe's waist.

"If you don't want to die, follow me."

The attacker with the dagger said in a low voice.

"well."

Goethe looked panic-stricken.

Then, very obediently followed the two burly men and turned into a side alley.

"I just said, don't be so careful, the boss is always too cautious."

"He's just a corpse mover. After Dirk finishes with the deputy dean, he should be dealt with by the way."

"There is no need for us to come here."

As soon as he walked into the alley, the unarmed assailant looked at the trembling Goethe, and couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth.

"It was because the boss was cautious that we were able to kill those four guys with minimal losses!"

"Also, if one of the two of them finds something is wrong and runs away, our six months of work will be in vain. Once that guy becomes vigilant, we won't have a second chance."

The attacker with the dagger reminded.

In front of Goethe, the two did not hide the slightest.

Because, in the eyes of both of them, Goethe was already a dead person.

And the dead are the best able to keep secrets.

Dirk?

Planning for half a year?

That guy is wary?

Goethe listened carefully.

If at first he thought the four were gang-fighting, he wasn't so sure now.

Of course, in the face of uncertain answers, Goethe did not mind asking.

He believed that the two attackers in front of him would be happy to cooperate.

After all, he has a special means of communication.

It was as if when the attacker with the dagger was about to slit his neck, he raised his hand and pinched the opponent's wrist.

Click!

The extraordinary level of [Unarmed Fighting] and [Gripping Mastery] combined with nearly three times the physical fitness of ordinary people crushed the opponent's wrist in an instant.

The dagger fell straight down, was caught by Goethe, and inserted into the assailant's throat with his backhand, making the screams that had not yet come out completely disappear.

The remaining attacker was stunned for a moment, completely unresponsive.

When the opponent reacted, Goethe kicked the opponent down, covered the opponent's mouth, and stabbed the opponent more than twenty times in a row, avoiding the vital part.

Not fatal.

But, it hurts!

The gagged opponent had already started to twitch.

"I ask you to answer, understand?"

As Goethe said, he pressed the dagger against the other party's neck. After the other party nodded wildly, Goethe pulled out the gag handkerchief——

"How many people do you have?"

"Four."

"Who are they?"

"Me, Syl, Tucker and the boss 'Zota'."

"Who were the four people killed before?"

"It's a small mercenary 'sword bearer'."

"Who is that guy in your mouth?"

"Andy Nan, a son of a rich family who just inherited his mother's inheritance and is about to travel, the 'sword bearer' is a mercenary he hired to protect himself, a group of unknown guys, they hit up each other after being introduced, the two sides We haven't met yet, so we are going to pretend to be the 'sword bearer' to become the other party's bodyguard, and then kidnap the other party."

"The middleman has been silenced by the boss."

Goethe asked a question, and the other party answered.

And after that, Goethe didn't even need to ask, he just said it all.

Because it hurts too much.

Not only does it hurt, but the other party can clearly feel the blood flowing out of his body.

The shadow of death made the other party collapse all at once.

Some people are like this, they don't care about other people's lives, but it's their turn?

But I can't cherish it.

"Where is your stronghold?"

Goethe continued to ask.

This time, the other party hesitated a little, but when Goethe stabbed the other party again, the other party immediately shouted.

"At, at Chuck Street, 21!"

"Chuck Street?"

Goethe quickly found the location of this street in his memory, then he nodded and continued: "Very well, I am very satisfied with your answer, now I will ask you again, how many of you are there?"

Another question.

And, not the last time.

Afterwards, the order of questions was disrupted.

After four times in a row, Goethe confirmed that the other party was not lying.

Looking at the other party who was already very angry due to blood loss, the dagger in Goethe's hand wiped the other party's neck.

Then, he Goethe quickly cleaned the battlefield.

Two daggers, two wallets, no guns.

He habitually wiped the dagger clean and inserted it into his waist—although he was more used to sleeves and trouser legs, but without the corresponding straps, Goethe could only settle for the next best thing.

Next, Goethe counted the wallet.

Total banknotes in the wallet: 76.

Metal coins: 6 gold crowns, 7 silver crowns, 8 copper crowns.

Among them, 1 banknote represents 1 silver.

And the salary he just received was 8 banknotes—the weekly salary, which was also his entire net worth just now.

After putting all the banknotes and metal coins in his wallet, Goethe glanced at the wealth column, but there was still [0/100] nothing happened.

"Can't even break through 1?"

"really……"

"The accumulation of wealth is a difficult but happy process!"

Goethe was talking to himself while gently stroking the coin in his hand.

The smell of banknotes and the touch of coins always made Goethe inexplicably fond of them.

A few seconds later, Goethe left the alley and walked towards the hospital again.

It's not that he's greedy for money, it's just that Goethe simply thought it was necessary for him to talk to the Vice President Moore about the issue of 'unemployment compensation' after he was fired for no reason.

in the way he is good at.