Calamity Crown

First floor, living room.

Goethe did not use the drawing room.

The reception room is open to friends.

The two policemen in front of them were far from being guests.

When one of them walked into No. 11 Kimmel Street, Maria's face turned pale with fright, and Goethe stepped forward and patted the maid's shoulder lightly, signaling that they don't need to entertain them.

Then Goethe just sat down.

He neither invited the other party to sit down nor ordered tea.

Goethe just looked at the two of them and asked indifferently.

"What's up?"

"Last night you..."

"We are here to visit you. I am really sorry for what happened yesterday—I hope you can understand that not everyone is like that."

The aggressive policeman spoke in a bad tone, and was about to question Goethe, but was interrupted by another policeman.

Goethe looked at the policeman.

Young, with soft facial features, those eyes that looked like fox eyes were squinting at the moment, and the other party sitting there maintained a casual posture, as if he was visiting a friend, not the police.

Goethe frowned secretly.

He wasn't worried about the aggressive guy next to him. This guy had everything written on his face, and his personality could be called simple, so he was easy to deal with.

On the contrary, it is this kind of smiling guy who deserves vigilance.

When I was in my hometown, there was an apt description for this kind of guy: a smiling tiger!

This guy in front of him gave Goethe this feeling.

"I'm Sheriff Lanster, and this is my partner Ge Gen."

"It's a great honor for you to receive us. You must know that you are now a celebrity in Hestings. I read many newspapers this morning, and they all reported your deeds."

Lanster complimented Goethe.

In this regard, Goethe remained indifferent.

He knew why the other party came.

There are both yesterday's events and last night's events.

As for celebrities?

Glancing at 【Fame: 2/100】, Goethe is very clear about his position.

Different from the fast-paced hometown, the popularity of traditional paper media such as newspapers is 'not fast' - when there was an accident in my hometown today, everyone ate melons and was filled with righteous indignation, and then the reversal came tomorrow, everyone was confused and felt like being tricked .

The paper media is different.

It takes several days, or even more than ten days, for a piece of news to ferment. This matter is still fresh.

because……

Not everyone reads newspapers, and newspapers have limited circulation.

Especially people who read newspapers have a habit: most people will choose a newspaper to read!

And read a lot of newspapers?

Naturally, there is a picture!

"You care about me?"

Goethe asked.

"certainly!"

"Because of what happened yesterday, I really hope to meet you!"

"So, I hope to get to know you through the newspaper!"

"pity……"

"They don't have substance."

The other party said with a smile.

Then, as if suddenly thought of something.

"You came to Hestings only yesterday?"

"Can you tell me about your previous experience?"

asked the other party.

"You are a policeman. If you are curious, you can investigate by yourself."

"I've been up all night writing and I just want to go back to my bedroom and sleep."

"Ask again, what's the matter with you?"

Goethe said very bluntly.

"Is it the "Wild Adventures" you were talking about yesterday?"

"If you don't mind, could you show me the manuscript?"

The other party didn't have any anger, and still asked enthusiastically.

"cannot!"

"Are you lying?"

Just after Goethe refused, Lanster's partner couldn't help saying that the other party stared at Goethe, expecting Goethe to show a timid expression, but Goethe rubbed the center of his brows, showing an impatient look.

"Before you, I had editors from at least eight newspapers. Finally, I signed a contract with the "Hastings Daily". The serialization of "Wild Adventures" will begin tomorrow."

"Now, is there any question?"

"If not, please leave."

"If you want to search, remember to bring a search warrant."

As Goethe spoke, he pointed in the direction of the door.

This attitude made Ge Gen very angry. When this impulsive police detective wanted to do something, he was stopped by his partner.

"Okay then, let's not bother."

After speaking with a smile, Lance pulled his partner away from No. 11 Kimmel Street.

"Lancet, what are you pulling me for?"

"There must be something wrong with that guy!"

Ge Gen yelled.

"Well, there is a problem, do you have evidence?"

"And, I won't pull you."

"You want to be shot down too?"

Lancet asked his partner back.

"My intuition..."

"That guy dared to shoot?"

Ge Gen said subconsciously, and then suddenly looked at Lanster.

"There are 6 corpses in the morgue to prove it!"

"However, your intuition cannot be evidence!"

"We need conclusive evidence to confirm that the other party is a criminal, and then we can arrest him—otherwise, we will only be countered by that guy!"

Lanster emphasized.

Then the sheriff took a deep breath.

The squinted eyes opened slightly, with a gleam of brilliance.

"Now you send two people to the "Hestings Daily" to inquire, and then send two more people to investigate the whereabouts of this Poirot Marple before he came to Hestings."

"besides!"

"Send another two groups of people to keep an eye on him for 24 hours!"

"clear!"

Ge Gen nodded and quickened his pace.

But Lanster, the sheriff, turned his head and took another look at 11 Kimmel Street.

It wasn't just his partner who felt there was something wrong with Poirot Marple.

He also felt that there was something wrong with Poirot Marple.

However, there is no evidence.

However, he believed that he would find evidence.

"Should be watched."

Lying on the bed, Goethe thought so.

However, he is not worried.

His identity can definitely stand the investigation. That Zota spent a lot of time in order to retire safely, coupled with his cover-up, he believes that he will not reveal his flaws.

As for surveillance?

Goethe didn't even care.

He is treated as a free bodyguard.

After thinking for a while, Goethe fell into a deep sleep.

In the evening, when Maria went upstairs, Goethe woke up and instinctively held the handle of the gun under the pillow.

After confirming that it was his maid, Goethe withdrew his hand and sat up from the bed.

Boom, boom, boom!

"Master, it's evening."

"Do you need dinner?"

After a light knock on the door, Maria asked.

"Let's prepare dinner."

Goethe opened the door while talking.

After hearing Goethe's affirmative answer, the maid looked very happy, and ran downstairs excitedly.

About ten minutes later, dinner appeared on the table.

Oatmeal, cupcakes and hot milk.

No meat.

"According to your instructions, everything should be normal and normal."

The maid looked like I was obedient and you should praise me.

"Yes, Not Bad."

Goethe nodded, and after finishing his meal at the same speed as in the morning, he walked outside and said as he walked, "Actually, the food can be richer."

"Okay, master, I see."

The maid nodded obediently.

Goethe put on the coat handed by the manservant, and got into the carriage straight after the man opened the door.

"Mr. Marple, where are you going?"

the coachman asked.

Goethe replied very simply——

“Go to the best club around!”

The coachman was taken aback for a moment, then laughed.

"Sit down, we're off."

Goethe didn't indulge at will, he just continued to expand his popularity according to the plan, and at the same time, it was also to make him more in line with Poirot Marple's former aristocratic personality.

Well, for planning.

Well, for the sake of personality.

Well, he believed it.

...

...

...

After one night, in the "Summer Club" in the morning, there were bursts of screams——

"Come on! Call the doctor!"

"Mr. Marple used too much force, the wound on his abdomen burst open!"