Mystery: The Return of the Stars

Andrew shrank back and leaned against the corner of the wall without daring to look up.

This made Hasta a little confused. He remembered that when they first met, Andrew's performance was not so bad. Has he been stimulated during this period?

"It seems that you prefer violence to chatting."

Hasta lifted the square wooden table in the room with one hand and raised it above his shoulder, as if he would cover Andrew with the table if he didn't speak again.

Andrew shuddered and begged for mercy: "I really don't know anything. I just want to take the opportunity to extort money. Other things are none of my business!"

"Who asked you to extort me?"

"..."

Andrew's face was pale and he moved his lips, but he didn't dare to say anything.

At this time, there was a noise outside. It was the dock workers who happened to pass by here. They found a strong man in gray lying on the ground with blood on his waist.

Andrew's eyes lit up and he shouted: "Gentlemen! There is a robbery here! Help!"

Snap!

Hasta hit Andrew with the wooden table in his hand, causing him to see stars, bleed from his mouth and nose, and faint.

After thinking for a while, Hasta first tidied up his messy clothes, took the initiative to walk to the door, blocked the situation in the room, and shouted to the three dock workers who came after hearing the sound:

"Gentlemen, the gangster just escaped from the back door. He still has a knife in his hand. It's very dangerous. Call the police and arrest him!"

The three dock workers quickly believed what Hasta said when they saw his immature face and the clothes that were obviously not from ordinary people. One went to call the police, and the other two followed him bravely.

After the three left, Hasta returned to the room, picked up Andrew by the collar with one hand, and took him to another place while no one was around.

When he passed by, he kicked the gray-clothed man who was stabbed in the waist by the broken wooden stick.

...

The sewage outlet of a paper mill, where the pipes lead directly to the sea, and untreated industrial sewage directly rushes into the ocean.

There was a disgusting smell nearby.

Not far from the sewage outlet, Hasta held Andrew's legs and put his head close to the black, smelly industrial sewage.

Before he touched the industrial sewage, Andrew's body reacted, and a large mouthful of filth spurted out, and the whole person instantly recovered from the coma.

He stared blankly for a few seconds before figuring out his current state.

"No! I'll tell you everything!"

Looking at the industrial sewage only a finger away from his lips, Andrew finally begged for mercy.

But it was useless. He still watched the smelly industrial sewage soak over his lips and flow into his nasal cavity.

A feeling of suffocation from the stench instantly numbed his whole body, but he didn't dare to beg for mercy again, otherwise he would be greeted by a mouthful of chemical drinks.

After soaking for three or four seconds, Hasta lifted him out of the water, shook him twice, and then threw him on the shore.

"Wow!"

Andrew vomited again, until his face turned blue and his body was weak, he looked at Hasta with fear.

His lips trembled as he said, "You are simply a devil!"

He really couldn't imagine how such an elegant nobleman could do such a thing?

This is even more vicious and awe-inspiring than the way they punish disobedient people!

Now he can still feel numbness, bitterness, astringency and even a little sweetness on the tip of his tongue.

"Pooh!"

Andrew quickly spit a few more mouthfuls of saliva, trying to get rid of this complex taste on the tip of his tongue.

"The devil likes to hear the truth. I hope you don't try to hide anything. If there is one more body here, I'm afraid no one will find it within a month."

"Even if they find it, they will probably pretend that nothing happened."

"After all, the body is too smelly, and no one will want to salvage it."

Hasta's indifferent tone made Andrew's face pale again. He was really scared.

"I said, someone asked me to blackmail you for money."

"You lied. It seems that you still prefer to drink here."

Hasta's eyes narrowed, as if he saw through all of Andrew's little thoughts.

"I didn't. What they actually wanted was something. It was my suggestion to use the excuse of extorting money, so that people would not be suspicious!" Andrew shook his head quickly, and tears were about to come out. "What is it?" "They said it was a palm-sized golden box, and I don't know what it is called." Andrew was afraid that Hasta would not believe him, so he stretched out his hand to gesture the size of the box. "Who are they?" "I don't know, but there are extraordinary people among them, that is, the kind of existence with extraordinary power. They promised me that as long as I can get the golden box, they will help me become a sequence 9 criminal." "Why don't they come to get it themselves, and need your help?" "I'm not sure, but I once heard them say this: only people who are related to fate can get things of fate." "What's special about you?" "I really played cards with your father Voltaire at the gambling table, and I won a lot of money from him." Hasta stopped asking questions and began to think about the ins and outs of all this. Andrew did not lie about the last few questions. These were really all the information he knew. The key information included: golden box, fate-related, Voltaire Campbell.

He had no recollection of the golden box. It might be something Voltaire had hidden away. If it really existed, it would most likely be hidden somewhere on the third floor.

The matter of fate was easier to understand. It must be the Beyonders of the Fate Path. They followed the guidance of fate. For many things, their way of dealing with them was a combination of charlatanism and metaphysics.

As for Voltaire, he might have been cursed, so he had bad luck all the way, and finally even fell into the water and died.

But this could not change the fact that he was a gambler.

"I've said everything. Can I go now?" Seeing that Hastur had not spoken for a long time, Andrew asked timidly.

"Are you going to jail?"

"?!"

Andrew's face turned pale, and he trembled, "You don't plan to let me go?"

"Swindling a noble, involving a huge amount of money, don't you have to go to jail?"

"I..."

"Don't you want to become a Sequence 9 criminal? This is a good opportunity."

"..."

Andrew, lying on the ground, curled up and said silently.

Hasta didn't let him go so easily. He counted on his fingers and said, "Because of you, I broke two stained glass windows and was worried for so long. You should compensate a noble for his material and spiritual losses in order to have a fair chance of being sentenced to prison."

Andrew understood the subtext of this sentence. If he didn't pay, he would be sunk into this industrial sewage.

"You, how much do you want?"

"Oh, how much property do you have?"

Hasta's eyes lit up slightly. If a person doesn't have too much savings, he usually won't ask how much money he wants, but will directly say how much money he has left.

Andrew shuddered and hesitantly said, "All my property adds up to less than 20 gold pounds."

"Andrew, why are you lying again? You will anger the devil if you do this."

For the sake of gold pounds, Hasta is willing to give him another chance to tell the truth.

"Less than 100 pounds! I really only have this much money! There is really no more!"

"Alas, you are not honest again."

Hasta walked forward, lifted up Andrew's legs in front of his horrified eyes, and moved sideways with his head down, close to the dark water.

"I say, I say! I still have more than 200 pounds in cash! There is also a small house at 33 Street in Cherwood District!"

"Is that really all I have?"

"Really!"

Andrew cried sadly. If he was really that rich, he would not blackmail a nobleman!

The more than 200 pounds in cash was the only savings he had saved from years of frugality.

"Only honest people are qualified to be saved, but you still have to pay a little price for the lie just now."

Hasta sank his hands down, and Andrew's lips and nose were immersed in industrial sewage again.

After a pause of three seconds, Hasta lifted him out and threw him on the shore.

"Ugh!"

Andrew supported the ground with one hand, turned sideways, and vomited again, almost vomiting bile.

After Andrew's stomach was almost cleaned, Hasta discussed with him the big issue of the amount of compensation.

After a cordial and friendly exchange, Mr. Andrew was willing to take out all his cash to compensate Baron Hasta Campbell for his mental loss during this period.

As for the money for the two stained glass windows, Baron Hasta Campbell showed the generosity of a noble and waived this considerable fee.

"Congratulations on your chance to be tried and imprisoned."

"..."

Andrew curled up, turned his back to Hasta, said nothing, and silently reached out to wipe his tears.

"Answer me a few more questions, and our feud will be over."

Hasta asked some more about Voltaire's performance at the gambling table in the past and some of his absurd behaviors.

After two lessons, Andrew behaved very well and was very willing to cooperate with the questioning.

When the nearby police officers received the news and rushed over, they saw Andrew hanging on a rope, his legs up and his head down, only a finger away from the black water.

The fraudster Andrew had been fainted by the smoke, but fortunately there was no danger of life, but he kept vomiting after waking up.

On the other side, Hasta had taken 225 pounds and 6 soli as mental damages from Andrew's hiding place.

This was a considerable income.

Hasta's steps became lighter. When he passed a clothing store, he sniffed his clothes and found that they smelled a bit bad.

It should be because he stayed at the sewage outlet for too long, and his clothes were stained with the foul smell there.

Without hesitation, Hasta walked into the clothing store and prepared to buy a new set of clothes.

As soon as he entered the clothing store, Hasta looked surprised and looked at a figure in front of him who was choosing clothes.

Miss Sharon!