In his hometown, Goethe, who used to work part-time as a "cleaner", saw quite a few corpses and many disgusting scenes.
Therefore, he did not feel uncomfortable with the scene of corpses littering the streets at No. 32 Xiaodulian Street.
On the contrary, it is a bit friendly.
Then, in this familiar feeling of intimacy, Goethe instantly discovered a strong sense of violation.
The whole place is ‘too clean’!
Not ‘clean’ in the traditional sense!
A scene with corpses, blood, and tatters cannot be called 'clean'.
Real cleanliness is for the ‘cleaner’.
Something is missing here…
arms!
Just like the body next to him, it was tall and strong, and its hands were covered with calluses, especially at the tiger's mouth. With just a brief inspection, Goethe's mind showed that the other person was holding a big sword or something like that.
The situation with weapons such as warhammers.
However, there are no such weapons at No. 32 Xiaoduliang Street.
There is also a corpse on his left, whose entire body is embedded in the wall, but you can still see that the corpse has dark skin, with only the first and second knuckles of the left and right middle fingers showing slightly fair skin.
ring?
It looks very much like the marks left by wearing a ring for a long time.
But it should actually be a ring-like ring with a fishing line in the middle, one end connected to the ring, and the other end connected to a mechanism that can fire crossbows.
Goethe turned around and found two small holes on the wall opposite the corpse, but there were no crossbow arrows that made the holes. They had obviously been pulled out, just like the two-handed weapons used by the corpse before.
"After Morey left and before Swart came, someone 'cleaned' the scene!"
Goethe came to the conclusion with slightly cold eyes.
Why is he here?
For the possible [bloody honor]!
And [Bloody Honor] is attached to the ‘murderous weapon’!
Now, the weapon that represents the 'murderous weapon' has been cleaned up, and the [Bloody Honor] has naturally disappeared.
This was absolutely unacceptable to Goethe.
"Swart!"
Goethe shouted directly.
Swart, who had been standing outside No. 32 Little Durian Street, reluctantly walked in. Every step he took, the police chief would pay attention to the blood, minced meat and other things that made him sick under his feet.
"Someone 'cleaned' the battlefield before you came and took away some things."
Seeing Swart's dawdling, Goethe said directly.
"Um?"
The police chief was stunned for a moment, and then ran out angrily.
This time, the sergeant didn't care about what was under his feet. After he rushed out, he grabbed a subordinate by the collar and yelled: "I told you, you are not allowed to touch anything on site before I come!"
"Those things are mine!"
"mine!"
"Only after my selection, the rest is yours!"
"Understand?"
"asshole!"
While yelling and cursing, Swart punched the opponent in the face.
Bang!
The beaten patrolman staggered back.
"Sheriff, I didn't!"
"Everyone can testify!"
The patrolman covered his face, looking aggrieved.
Swart looked at the other patrol officers, who nodded repeatedly.
The sergeant immediately calmed down. He believed that perhaps one or two of these subordinates dared to deceive him, but it was impossible for all of them to deceive him - because the situation at No. 32 Little Durian Street in front of him could not achieve such benefits.
.
So, the police chief looked at Goethe again.
"Mobilize your connections to track down the two-handed swords, hammer weapons, and hidden arrows that will appear starting today."
"Also ask the surrounding residents if they have seen anyone suspicious."
Goethe said this.
"It turns out they are some weapons... Don't worry, leave them to me!"
Swart said this, but he was still uneasy and returned to the room again. When he found that the wallets and other items of these corpses were there, and that the underground storage room and the like were not touched, the police chief had grown up.
He breathed a long sigh of relief.
However, before he could completely relax, he heard Goethe whispering in his ears——
"half."
This whisper was simply more terrifying than the devil's whisper. The police chief's face suddenly became distorted, as if he was wearing a mask of pain.
However, the police chief did not dare to refute.
Not only is he a little afraid of Goethe from the bottom of his heart, but also because Goethe's identity now appears in place of Morey.
After adding the two together, the police chief could only endure it silently.
At this time, Goethe was already searching in the underground storage room.
Lines of dried bacon and fish are arranged neatly.
Next to it are cans sealed with corks.
Then, there are two well-sealed boxes.
These two box characters are both square, with a side length of about one meter, and they are very conspicuous when placed there.
Swart opened the two boxes with excitement, and then exclaimed with joy.
"It's arms!"
The sergeant's eyes gleamed when he looked at the revolvers, rifles, and explosives neatly arranged in the box.
Especially after quickly estimating the value of these things, I started to dance with joy.
For the police chief, this was truly a windfall.
But when he thought that Goethe was going to split the money in half, the police chief's face immediately collapsed.
At this time, Goethe had already come down from the second floor.
Half of the second floor collapsed, and there was basically no place to stay. Everywhere you looked was covered in dust.
"There are no footprints on the dust on the second floor. The other party did not go upstairs. He probably left quickly after 'cleaning' the first floor. Moreover, the things in the underground storage room were not moved!"
Goethe thought, frowning slightly.
He is not afraid of encountering some greedy enemies.
The more greedy the enemy is, the more flaws he will reveal.
On the contrary, it was this kind of greedy and extremely cautious enemy that made Goethe feel helpless.
The simplest thing is that if the other party hides these weapons and waits until the limelight is over before taking action, it would be like finding a needle in a haystack for Goethe.
When he thought of this, Goethe's face became unhappy.
"Don't worry, I will definitely get those things back!"
Swart patted his chest in assurance.
"Um."
"I'll leave the rest to you."
Goethe nodded noncommittally, turned around, boarded the hotel carriage, and returned to the Pine Nut Hotel.
He came here just to find [Bloody Honor].
If you don't have one now, you won't stay for long.
As for more things?
With those two boxes of arms, he believed that Swart would take care of them.
Including tracking down the whereabouts of missing weapons.
call!
Goethe let out a long breath and returned disappointed, quickly adjusting his emotions in the carriage.
Don't wallow in temporary failure unless you want to fail all the time!
Goethe understood this truth when he was in his hometown.
And, he persisted in doing so.
Now, in this strange world, Goethe will naturally become more persistent.
"Life is always like this, it won't be smooth sailing."
"What I need to do now is to have a good rest, and then..."
"There are equally important things waiting for me tomorrow!"
Goethe will not forget Morey’s advice: ‘Starting tomorrow, go to ‘10 Fevry Street’ at 3 p.m. to find Mrs. Burns and learn the extraordinary language.”
He kept it in mind.
Moreover, Goethe finally no longer had to sleep on a chair or a sleeping bag, and could sleep in bed, which gave Goethe some comfort.
However, when he got off the carriage, he saw the security supervisor standing in front of the hotel waiting for him.
Seeing him stepping off the carriage, the other party immediately came over and whispered -
"Master Goethe, there is something I need to tell you about..."
