When this question came to mind, Goethe thought about the possibility.
As long as the information gap is used skillfully, it is not impossible to achieve this in Goethe's opinion.
And the way people like Swart behave, it makes things easier.
Therefore, Goethe must be careful.
After all, he was going to meet the other party in the evening.
He didn't want the 'Night of Answers' to turn into a 'Night of Death'.
"I'm going to send a telegram."
After thinking for a moment, Swart immediately stood up and left.
The police chief didn't explain more. Obviously, this should be kept confidential.
Or the other party is pretending to be mysterious and hopes to gain more initiative in future cooperation.
Goethe didn't care.
He just needs a definite answer.
If Morey is really the ‘Mist Killer’, it’s actually not a bad thing.
At least, the other party was exposed.
Being in Luster and appearing in the police station for so many days was enough to leave quite a few clues for the truly official supernatural beings to track down the other party, and he was able to get out of the way.
If not, then meet the other party according to the original plan, learn more about it, and then think about the next step.
Yes or no, it is good for him.
Therefore, Goethe waited patiently.
An hour later, Swart returned carrying two blankets and two sleeping bags.
Seeing this scene, Goethe immediately knew the answer.
Morey has no problem.
If Morey has a problem, Swart can't be so 'laid back'.
In fact, this is also true.
"There is no problem, Mr. Morey."
As soon as he entered the office, Swart said directly.
Then, the police sergeant handed Goethe a blanket and sleeping bag in a flattering manner.
"Although it's okay to sleep on the table, I prefer to lie down flat."
"Wool blankets can keep out moisture from the ground."
"And the sleeping bag will give you the illusion of lying on the bed."
After saying that, the police sergeant spread out the blanket and got into the sleeping bag while continuing: "Of course, it's just an illusion. It won't really be a bed, but it's better than lying in a 'copper-cornered coffin.'
It’s good.”
"I don't know how those bastards came up with the idea to rent a warehouse, place rows of coffin-shaped beds, and rent them to homeless people for one copper cent."
"If someone dies, just put a cover over it and the body collection is complete."
"Of course, it's better than those people with half-copper horns who can only hang their upper bodies on ropes to sleep. I saw before that just after dawn and everyone was snoring loudly, the management staff cut the ropes, and everyone was asleep
The person who was hit just fell to the ground, and the feeling... tut."
Having said this, the police chief shook his head.
"But it's better than people who pay a quarter of a copper horn. These people can only sit on the floor or lean on the corner. They are not even allowed to lie down. Moreover, there will be people patrolling."
"However, those who cannot even enter such a 'shelter' are truly miserable. Luster in winter is colder than imagined..."
As he spoke, the police chief's voice gradually became quieter.
Snoring begins.
Goethe glanced at the other party, spread out the blanket, and got into the sleeping bag, but he did not pull the sleeping bag up, but left it open.
The weather in June is not cold.
This is enough.
Goethe was half leaning and half lying down, his two revolvers not leaving his body.
He even let himself sleep closer to the inside.
He didn't know if danger would come, so he could only take precautions in advance.
Just like Swart.
Why did the other party choose to sleep in the police station office with him?
Naturally, he was aware of the danger.
Otherwise, could it be because the office is more comfortable than the bed?
Being a police chief in this world may have many shortcomings, but he is definitely not a fool.
And the chat just before going to bed?
It is to show that blankets and sleeping bags are not easy, and to draw the relationship between the two closer again.
As for temptation, or sympathy for the poor?
The former may still be possible.
the latter?
Goethe smiled and closed his eyes.
After a while, slight snoring began.
When Goethe woke up again, it was already six o'clock in the evening.
The ringing of the grandfather clock in the police station hall made Goethe make an accurate judgment.
After getting out of his sleeping bag, Goethe put on his shoes and went directly into the bathroom.
Five minutes later, washing is completed.
When Goethe returned to the office again, Swart also woke up.
"Want to go to the Garden Club tonight?"
Looking at the confused Swart, Goethe asked directly.
Swart's abilities are not good, but his identity is easy to use, especially when facing some routine troubles.
"certainly!"
As soon as he heard that Goethe was going to the Garden Club, the police sergeant immediately became energetic. He quickly rushed into the bathroom to wash up and asked his men to call a carriage.
"I haven't been to the garden club in a long time."
"I don't know if Ms. Silla will perform on stage. Have you heard Ms. Silla's singing?"
“It’s really wonderful.”
As soon as he got in the car, the police sergeant started talking enthusiastically.
Sheila?
She has long legs, a nice voice, and a mole on the corner of her mouth.
Hearing this name, Goethe, who was looking at the dim street outside, instantly had an image of a woman in a white dress standing by the piano in his mind. The woman was the "number one" in the Garden Club and was well-known in Luster.
I don't know how to dance with others at all, I can only sing occasionally.
Moreover, listening to Sheila's singing requires extra money.
1 gold gram.
A sky-high price for the poor.
But it is sought after by the middle class.
It seems that with this 1 gold gram, they became different from the poor and gained an unusual status.
Goethe had it before.
Then, I had a deep memory of Silla.
At least in Goethe's memory, this Lady Silla was quite radiant.
A man.
It's always like this.
Habitually grasp the key points.
Just like when a beautiful athlete appears on the stage, she will immediately attract the attention of all men, but when you ask the female athlete for her number plate, there is a high probability that she will not be able to answer.
They are all paying attention.
There is no doubt that this was the case with Goethe before him.
Swart who keeps mentioning Sheela?
I am already addicted to it.
But Goethe didn't care.
It’s not that I’m immune, but I’ve seen better ones.
Goethe's immunity has been greatly improved after undergoing the baptism of makeup, beauty, and filters.
"If Ms. Sheela doesn't sing, we can find two lovely ladies to dance three times, and then...hehehehe."
Swart showed a smile that every man knows.
There are some special services in the garden club, but these special services also have thresholds.
You have to dance three dances first. If the lady dancing with you is not disgusted, then there will be a follow-up.
money?
Nature is essential.
In other words, money is the most important thing.
"We're here! We're here!"
Swart jumped out of the carriage without the driver opening the door.
Goethe then stepped out of the carriage.
The appearance of the two people was immediately greeted by the waiter standing at the door of the garden club.
Being able to be a waiter at the Garden Club certainly means you have a lot of discernment.
The other party recognized Swart.
I also recognize Goethe.
The former is because of identity.
The latter is because of the frequent visits to the garden club and...some things that happened at the other party's home.
"Good evening, Sergeant Swart, Master Goethe."
The waiter smiled and bowed.
Even though deep down, the waiter was extremely curious as to why these two people came together, there was nothing strange about them on their faces.
Swart handed over two silver ropes, which were the ticket prices for the two of them.
Goethe handed over two silver ropes, which were the tea fees for the two of them.
The two of them walked through the door of the Garden Club without any guidance from the waiter.
The flashing neon lights make this place look particularly unique.
The white walls, clear-striped columns, and clean steps become more dazzling under the colorful light, just like walking up the steps and seeing the thighs and breasts inside.
Ladies with heavy makeup gathered in groups in the hall inside the house. Crystal chandeliers hung high, making the entire hall bright and luxurious, completely separated from the barren world outside.
The chairs are scattered one by one along the wall. Next to each chair is a small coffee table with a pot of tea and a plate of snacks placed on it.
However, no one except Goethe paid attention to this.
Even Swart is no exception.
The sergeant is looking for a target.
At this moment, during the break between dance music, it is the best opportunity to find a dance partner.
Everyone in the hall is like this.
Men do it, and so do women.
Therefore, when Goethe drank tea and ate snacks alone, he attracted attention.
Tea, bitter.
Dessert, slightly sweet.
Sorry 1 silver cord.
Goethe was absolutely certain of this.
But it's still swallowable. After all, the people who come here don't care about this.
Just tea can quench your thirst.
It's good to have snacks to relieve hunger.
Goethe picked up another piece of snack, and at this time, a young girl dressed as a maid walked towards him.
When seeing this maid, if Goethe's behavior attracted attention before, then Goethe was the focus of the audience at this time.
Because the other party is Silla's maid.
"Goethe! Goethe!"
"Look, it's Ms. Silla's maid Susan!"
"She's coming to me!"
"Did I attract Ms. Silla's attention?!"
Seeing the maid getting closer and closer, Swart became excited, while Goethe glanced at it, put the snack into his mouth, took another sip of tea, and moistened the snack to make it easier to swallow.
The other party was undoubtedly looking for him.
And this is naturally Morey's arrangement.
Thinking of this, Goethe was about to stand up, but the maid did not stop in front of Goethe, but crossed Goethe and stood in front of Swart——
