I will be crowned king

Ten minutes later, two Guards officers walked into the living room and sat down face to face with Anson, who had to squeeze into the small sofa.

Because the only couch in the living room was "occupied" by two Guardsmen, the petite Lisa had to squeeze together with Anson, staring at the two officers with big eyes, motionless like a vigilant ragdoll cat. .

Mrs. Bognar beside her was still as usual, wrapped in her thin blanket and sunk into the sofa; perhaps because of the briar pipe in her mouth, her cloudy eyes looking at Anson were softer than before. A little more.

The living room was so quiet that only the crackling sound in the fireplace could be heard, and the atmosphere was particularly depressing.

"cough!"

Sitting on the left side of the sofa, the Guards officer with light gray eyes and a hooked nose coughed lightly, took out a notepad and pencil from his coat pocket, and looked at Anson with vigilance:

"Name?"

Before Anson, who was about to answer, had time to speak, the Guards officer sitting on the right suddenly pressed his colleague's shoulder with a "pop!" and smiled gently at Anson:

"Dear Mrs. Bognar, oh, and this friend from the Army... I'm sorry, my colleague is too serious in doing things."

"We received a report that the explosion in the cafe on Bolaiman Street was suspected to be related to the activities of the Old God Sect." As he said that, the apologetic Guards officer ignored the surprised looks of his companions and continued to smile at the three of them:

"So this is just a routine inquiry to investigate the situation - so everyone, don't be so nervous and relax; we are the Guards, not gangsters who come to extort money, haha!"

Simple little jokes made the originally depressing atmosphere much lighter.

"My name is Anson Bach, and this is my sister Lisa Bach." Patting Lisa's little head, the smiling Anson repeated what he had said to a talkative novelist before:

"We came to the Royal Capital yesterday, and we were sitting in this living room when the cafe exploded - Mrs. Bogner can testify to this. I was discussing the rent price with her at the time."

The smiling Guards officer turned his eyes to the old woman beside him. Mrs. Bognar, who was always sullen, swallowed her breath and snorted in agreement.

"Well, since Mrs. Bogner has testified, there must be no problem at all!" The Guards officer smiled and shrugged, and continued casually:

"Since you just came yesterday, that means you have no impression of the Old John Cafe downstairs, and you don't know the reason why it suddenly exploded, right?"

"Yes."

"You didn't find any suspicious people or anything unusual?"

"No."

"In this case, we have nothing to ask further." The Guards officer stood up and extended his right hand to Anson enthusiastically:

"Thank you for your willingness to cooperate with our work, Your Excellency Anson Bach; next time if you find anything suspicious or not quite right, please report it to the nearest Guards immediately, and we will definitely rush over to deal with it as soon as possible!"

"Okay, I'll definitely do it next time!"

Anson stood up, shook hands with the officer with a somewhat polite smile, and prepared to send the two guards officers out.

at this time……

"Wait a moment."

The hook-nosed officer, who had been sitting on the sofa and had been silent since he was interrupted for the first time, suddenly spoke:

"Your Excellency Anson Bach, you just said...that you came to the royal capital yesterday?"

The pleasant atmosphere suddenly became depressing again.

The smiling Guards officer looked at Anson with a somewhat apologetic look, and silently sat back on the sofa.

Anson picked up Lisa on the sofa and sat down slowly:

"Yes."

"Then what kind of transportation did you use to arrive at the royal capital?" With a calm tone, the hook-nosed officer raised his eyes and looked at Anson:

"King Capital Central West Station, Steel Sky, Car 10, No. 3, Second Class Box... Right?"

The visitor is not good...

With his heartstrings tense, Anson shrugged his shoulders pretending to be relaxed: "That's right, everything you said is right."

"You just need to answer 'yes' or 'no', Your Excellency Anson Bach." The hook-nosed officer said with a sinister tone:

"Continue to answer my question. Is there anyone else in the same carriage with you besides Miss Lisa Bach?"

"Yes." Anson said matter-of-factly without changing his expression.

"In an old overcoat, with red hair—Draco Vertes, isn't he?"

"yes."

"Can you tell me in detail about the contact between you and him along the way?"

"Uh... I'm sorry, but it seems that this question can't be answered with 'yes' or 'no'." Anson looked into the other person's eyes and spread his hands, pretending to regret.

The hook-nosed officer was stunned for a moment, then his gloomy expression suddenly became furious.

"you--"

"Snapped!"

The moment he jumped towards Anson, the Guards officer sitting aside held his shoulders again.

The hook-nosed officer who was restrained turned his head with an ugly face, but only saw his companion shaking his head slightly.

"Don't be so excited. If you have any questions, sit down and talk slowly." The guard officer raised his lips again, smiled at Anson and Lisa with a fierce expression, and then looked at his companion beside him:

"Are you trying to make Mrs. Bognar angry by treating the tenants here so roughly?"

The sulky-looking, hook-nosed officer looked at his companion, paused, and then sat back on the sofa silently.

Mrs. Bogner, who was curled up on the sofa, said nothing and blew a long puff of smoke in the direction of the two officers.

"cough!"

Coughing twice again, the hook-nosed officer took a deep breath and looked at Anson again with his light gray eyes: "Dear Sir Anson Bach, please tell me in detail what happened between you and Draco Wirts. us."

"This involves a bizarre murder, so please be more specific!"

"OK."

Anson looked at the two Guards officers with different expressions and Mrs. Bogner who was smoking a pipe, with a somewhat stunned look in his eyes, and said very calmly:

"To be honest, I don't know much about this person - I was having lunch with Lisa when the murder happened, and I don't know anything except that someone in the first-class box was killed."

"As for experience... this novelist named Draco Vertes is a talkative, very talkative, and very good at annoying others; but what he said is basically boring nonsense, and he will be forgotten once he has said it, so it is really Didn’t leave much of an impression.”

This explanation was prepared by Anson before leaving the Steel Sky. The content is basically true, and there are no very obvious loopholes - basically, the content of the day of the murder has been omitted.

Just when Anson thought he was finally about to get up and leave, a cold voice suddenly sounded in the living room:

"box."

The hook-nosed officer stared at Anson coldly, and gently uttered this word with his slightly moving lips.

"Um...what?"

Anson, who was alert in his heart, blinked and looked at him pretending to be confused: "What box?"

Looking at Anson's expression, the hook-nosed officer narrowed his eyes and turned his head to look at the old woman who was silent all the time:

"Dear Mrs. Bogner, did you see a box that looked out of place among the luggage brought by His Excellency Ansen Bach?"

"A leather, somewhat worn suitcase."