Calamity Crown

When being pointed at with a gun, most people will make a correct choice.

The person in front of me is no exception.

"Wait, don't shoot, I mean no harm!"

The other party yelled and raised his hands as hard as he could.

Goethe, who was holding a gun, did not lower his gun, but looked towards the alley where the opponent rushed out.

There, three figures rushed out.

Two of them firmly pressed each other to the ground, and put on handcuffs while beating each other.

The black uniform and handcuffs all showed the other party's identity.

The remaining one looked at Goethe.

Or to be more precise, the other party glanced at the revolver in Goethe's hand and said.

"Good morning sir."

"Hestings can't ban shotguns, but revolvers require you to register with the police."

Although the other party reminded him, his tone was condescending, and then he looked at Goethe with a scrutinizing gaze.

This made Goethe frown slightly.

But at this time, a fat face blocked such a look.

"Mr. Marple came to Hestings for the first time today. He is not familiar with this place. However, such a gentleman will definitely abide by the rules here. I will take him to register."

"and……"

"You don't suspect that he is the murderer of the Saints Hospital?"

The eccentric words made the policeman in front of him glaring at Hunter.

But Hunter's eccentricity didn't stop.

"You have free time to catch such little thieves, you might as well find out why someone broke into 21 Chuck Street, and why my tenant disappeared."

Chuck Street?

It can't be such a coincidence, can it?

Goethe glanced at Hunter in surprise.

The policeman outside the carriage glared at Hunter again, turned around and quickly left with the man he had just captured.

Looking at the back of the other party leaving, Hunter did not forget to shout.

"Remember, we pay taxes in the hope that we will be protected, not questioned!"

The sound is quite high.

Everyone around can hear it.

Immediately, the pace of the opponent's departure became faster.

Looking at the back of the other party leaving in a hurry, Goethe secretly sighed in his heart.

If you want to reproduce the scene of Lust, the difficulty has increased!

When the other party left, his eyes were quite unfriendly.

And that lofty attitude...

Goethe began to think in his heart whether to adjust the plan.

"Hmph, I don't know what to say."

Hunter snorted coldly, then turned his head to Goethe, showing a smiling face: "Mr. Marple, you don't need to pay attention to these guys, they only scare ordinary people, and they are always the last ones to come when things happen."

"Well, I was deeply touched when I met robbers and had to go through no-man's land alone."

Goethe agreed.

Then, asked without a trace.

"The Chuck Street you mentioned earlier?"

"No. 21 Chuck Street is a property I am in charge of. It was rented out to a gentleman for a short-term. This morning happened to be the day to pay the second rent. As a result, when I went to the door in the morning, I found that the place was already empty."

"Not only are people gone, but things are also gone."

"the most important is……"

"I found blood!"

"This is not a good thing. I immediately called the police. Then, they blocked 21 Chuck Street and asked me to go back and wait for the notice!"

"Damn it!"

"I shouldn't have called the police!"

"Every day I block 21 Chuck Street, I lose a fortune!"

Speaking of this, Hunter cursed again.

"So that's how it is."

Unlike the previous corpses, in order to make Poirot Marple's identity more secure, Zota's corpse and Goethe's at the scene have been processed - the corpse is no longer in Hessetins.

Everything was almost completely destroyed.

In addition to the clothes and the revolver on his body, there are only 140 banknotes and 60 gold crowns left.

It is also because of this money that it is easier to implement Goethe's plan.

"The law and order in Hessetings has always been very good, but, for some reason, some worrying things have happened one after another since yesterday, as if..."

"Suddenly Calamity is on Hestings."

Hunter thought for a moment and gave a description.

"Calamity?"

"how could be?"

"It should all be an accident!"

Goethe said with a smile.

Naturally, Hunter would not refute this.

The customer is always right!

Even if the customer is wrong, it's not the customer's fault!

It's his fault!

It is precisely because of this philosophy that Hunter will be affirmed by every customer.

Of course, Hunter also has the ability to match.

At least Goethe was quite satisfied with the house in front of him.

The three-story independent building has a small garden with colorful and neatly manicured flowers.

"This is Kimmel Street, which is close to the core of Hestings. It is safe and has a beautiful environment."

"There are dining room, living room, kitchen, servant's room and bathroom on the first floor, the master's study and reception room on the second floor, and the master's bedroom on the third floor - I don't recommend you choose a room with a terrace, not just Expensive, but also because the weather in Hessatings is always cloudy and rainy, and the constant rain will always make you feel the uselessness of the terrace."

"Also, there is a basement here, which can store a wealth of food and wine."

After getting off the carriage, Hunter took Goethe to visit the house in front of him.

Overall, it met Goethe's expectations.

"How much is the rent?"

Goethe asked.

"400 yuan per month, if you are willing to pay quarterly, I can give you a monthly discount of 20 yuan."

Hunter smiled and quoted a price.

"Can."

Goethe didn't bargain, which is out of character for who he is now.

And, from the simple memory in mind, Kimmel Street was worth the price.

"Your straightforwardness is impressive."

"And I won't let you feel that you are at a disadvantage—when you choose the servants and maids later, I guarantee that you can obtain their use rights at the lowest price according to your requirements."

Hunter promised.

Then, the other party did the same.

In the agency, Goethe signed a contract with the manservant "Kai" and the maid "Maria" with a weekly salary of 5 yuan and 4 yuan respectively.

Servant Kai, twenty-five years old, unmarried, literate.

Maid Maria, nineteen years old, unmarried, good at cooking.

And it wasn't until this time that Goethe knew that Hunter was actually the manager of this agency.

"Happy cooperation, Mr. Marple!"

Hunter shook hands with Goethe, and took out a gun certificate.

Seeing Goethe's surprised look, Hunter laughed.

"I have a lot of friends in the police station."

"It's not difficult to get such a certificate."

"If you need anything, please remember to find me."

Hunter said so.

"Of course I will."

Goethe promised.

Afterwards, under Hunter's farewell, Goethe boarded the carriage with his servant and maid.

The maid and Goethe sat in the carriage.

The valet sat outside with the coachman.

The maid Maria was dressed in standard maid attire, with her head lowered at the moment, her hands resting on her legs, and her fingertips kept rubbing, looking a little nervous.

"What kind of food are you good at?"

Goethe asked directly.

"Stew, stew."

Maria stammered and answered, and then, suddenly thought of something, she immediately added: "I can also scramble eggs with sauce."

"Egg sauce?"

Goethe was taken aback.

The name of this dish reminded him of a certain dish in his 'hometown'.

"It is to break two eggs, put them into the heated butter, add sugar, ginger and salt in turn, and finally pour in the milk and stir, don't let them boil, but sticky..."

Maria explained.

Goethe looked out of the window.

It wasn't that he lost interest in Hestings's 'scrambled egg sauce', it was just that he found someone was following him.

and……

Full of malice!

PS I wish you all a safe, smooth and happy Year of the Tiger~