Chapter Thirteen: Beneath the Mask of Caution and Madness
The fire flickered and the roar was deafening.
Windows, door panels and relatively fragile walls were directly shattered by the shock wave.
Together with it, the body belonging to Dr. Hodder was also crushed to pieces.
Swart climbed on the side of the carriage and pressed his hat with his hand. He looked at Goethe and then at the ruins of Dr. Hodder's mansion. In his mind, Goethe's danger level was raised one level again.
As a police officer, even if this sergeant neglects his duties, he has seen many cruel people due to environmental reasons.
However, this was the first time for this police chief to meet someone like Goethe.
Be careful, be careful.
Not terrible.
Many people are able to do this.
The scary thing is that when a person has prudence and caution, he also has a trace of indifference...craziness!
That’s right!
Just crazy!
Swart could clearly see the scene just now. Dr. Hodder's body only started to come to life after the explosives were thrown in!
In other words, before this, this house was normal.
But faced with such normality, Goethe did not hesitate to blow up.
Just because of the slightest suspicion, they will be destroyed directly without any regard for the consequences.
Even if it was later proven that Goethe was right.
But it still made the hairs on Swart's back stand up.
Because, he almost subconsciously thought, what would happen if Goethe doubted him?
Involuntarily, the police chief shuddered.
The results are self-evident.
Immediately, the police sergeant once again showed a flattering smile to Goethe who had stood up beside him.
"What do we do next?"
It was completely a request for instructions.
"Follow your procedures."
After Goethe finished speaking, he boarded the carriage, as if leaving everything to Swart.
"Call someone and seal off the scene."
Swart ordered his men with ease.
The patrolman who witnessed everything had no intention of refuting.
Take action now.
The huge explosion also attracted the attention of residents in the tree-lined neighborhood.
Compared with the bottom class, most of the people living here are middle class and above.
They don't need to run around for three meals a day. Everyone has a stable income. Even if it is not as good as those rich and nobles, it is much more than the bottom class. Therefore, they have the energy to be curious about what is going on.
Also dare to ask the police.
At this time, Swart appeared.
While two teams of patrol officers maintained order, Swart stood in front of a group of residents in the tree-lined neighborhood.
"I'm sorry to disturb you all."
"After our recent exploration, a gas explosion occurred."
"Unfortunately, Dr. Hodder is at home..."
As he spoke, Swart took off his hat and put it on his chest.
The surrounding residents also looked sad and took off their hats.
"Dr. Hodder is a good man."
"I'm also planning to let him become my personal doctor."
"I didn't expect such a terrible thing to happen."
People around him whispered.
Some really felt uncomfortable.
And some?
It's just a hypocritical performance.
Swart would not expose this, he chose to echo it.
After the curiosity of these residents was satisfied, Swart was ready to turn around and board the carriage.
However, when he opened the car door, Swart was stunned.
Goethe was not in the carriage.
Inexplicably, the police chief felt nervous in his heart.
The next moment, the police sergeant leaned forward and looked under the carriage seat.
When he found that another box of explosives had been opened under the seat and a few pieces were missing, his expression suddenly changed.
However, the police sergeant soon returned to normal.
He spoke in a voice that only he could hear.
"The gas exploded twice in a short period of time. It seems that the gas company needs to thoroughly inspect the entire neighborhood on the boulevard! As a responsible police chief, I should supervise the entire process and be...selfless."
Thinking of something, a smile appeared on the sergeant's face.
Then, he began to look forward to it inexplicably.
…
Farrow slowly walked downstairs, holding on to the wall.
Every step he took made him feel like his internal organs were tumbling, as if being stabbed by a knife.
However, he gritted his teeth and persisted.
He is too weak now.
So weak that even a child cannot handle it.
Although the male owner of the house has been killed by him, the female owner who is out has not - this is naturally indifferent to him in normal times. If the other party comes back, then kill him casually. If he does not come back, he will be considered as the other party.
Good luck.
But now?
If the other party comes back suddenly, he will be the one killed.
The explosion just now has attracted enough police officers.
Even if it is a group of drunkards, it is still fatal at this time.
Thinking of the explosion just now, Farrow was so angry that he gritted his teeth.
The trap he laid out can be said to be flawless.
Even if Goethe had doubts, he would come back to check Hod's body, and then he would control the body, rise up and deliver a fatal blow.
But what he didn't expect was that Goethe never entered the house from beginning to end.
Not only did they not enter the house, but they even got a box of explosives, lit them directly, and threw them in.
Standing at the window and seeing this scene, he immediately took control of Dr. Hodder's body and prepared to give it a try.
But it's still too late.
As Dr. Hodder's body was destroyed, he also suffered a violent backlash.
"You need to rest for at least two weeks!"
Farrow never imagined that after gaining extraordinary power, he would be forced to this point by ordinary people.
"Just wait!"
"Wait until I recover!"
"I will definitely make your life worse than death!"
Farrow thought to himself and opened the door.
Looking at the chattering ordinary people and policemen gathered directly opposite, he sneered.
The bad nature of mortals!
Then, he turned around and left.
He was ready to return to his nest without stopping.
Although he was anxious, the backlash in his body made it impossible for Farrow to walk quickly. He could only move forward step by step, a bit like a stumbling old man.
It took Farrow five minutes to walk more than a hundred meters from the street entrance.
You can take a public carriage here.
Farrow breathed a sigh of relief.
His current body is not suitable for exercise.
Farrow, who had already stood at the intersection and away from the police, relaxed his vigilance again.
He looked towards the end of the road, expecting the omnibus to appear soon.
He didn't realize that a pair of eyes hiding in the dark had been staring at him since he left the house.
At this time, a gun was revealed.
Being pointed at gunpoint, even though he suffered backlash, Farrow was still aware of it.
Subconsciously, Farrow wanted to dodge, but his current body was simply unable to do so. He tried his best to twist only half of his body, but it was enough for him to clearly see the person holding the gun behind him!
"Goethe!"
Farrow looked horrified.
Goethe did not hesitate to pull the trigger
Bang!
Bang bang bang bang bang!
Goethe's first shot hit Farrow in the chest.
Farrow fell directly to the ground.
Then, Goethe aimed at Farrow's head and began to shoot again.
Five shots in a row!
It wasn't until Farrow's head was beaten to pieces that Goethe carefully walked out of the darkness.
At this moment, he held another revolver in his hand. As he moved forward, he aimed at the left and right sides of Farrow's chest, and fired two more shots.
Then?
The ignited explosives, five in a bundle, landed on Farrow's body.
