Chapter 24 If you take revenge overnight, it will be as uncomfortable as eating egg fried rice overnight!
That voice seemed to have magic power, making Goethe confused and confused.
But the moment "Go Home" sounded, Goethe came to his senses.
'Home'?
Although he still doesn’t know if he can go back, this is not his home!
Looking at the palm coming towards him, Goethe took a step back and avoided it.
Krista Wayne was stunned.
Obviously, I didn't expect this to happen.
And Goethe?
Without hesitation at all, he turned around and left.
"Wait, Goethe!"
"You can't leave!"
"Come back!"
Behind him, he heard the cry of 'aunt'.
Goethe had no intention of looking back, and even walked faster.
"ah!"
A sharp, piercing cry echoed behind him.
The ensuing shock wave caused Goethe to fall to the ground. While he was dizzy, he 'saw' some broken pictures.
Dark, damp underground.
Sharp meat hook.
A long and narrow meat cleaver.
Three or four people wearing hoods and robes, whose faces could not be seen clearly.
Krista Wayne was cut with knife after knife.
Finally, the sharp meat hook was inserted into Krista Wayne's mouth, pressed against her upper teeth, and went straight into her brain, hanging her from the ceiling.
besides……
The sign of No. 13 Guta Street.
The picture freezes in an instant.
Goethe turned over and sat up, breathing heavily.
There was fine beads of sweat on my forehead, and I felt as if I had stayed up late for ten days in a row and reached the extreme level of making butter every day.
Moreover, this is not an illusion.
The word 'tired' also appeared in the [Status Bar] that only Goethe could see.
Goethe frowned.
It was not that he was surprised to be so 'tired', but that he was still frightened.
If he hadn't woken up just now and allowed that 'Christa Wayne' to grab his palm, I'm afraid...
"Death is the only outcome!"
After coming up with the answer, Goethe got out of bed and walked into the bathroom.
Cold water washed over my cheeks.
Goethe calmed down quickly.
"Why did the...'paranormal phenomenon' happen just now?"
Goethe thought.
Almost subconsciously, the three IOUs handed to him by the hotel security director came to mind. The other person was the only person who mentioned 'his aunt' to him recently.
Will it be the other party?
Or is it the boss behind the other party?
After a moment, Goethe shook his head.
He is staying in the other party's hotel now. If the other party wants to do something, it will be too easy.
There's no need to use this method at all.
Of course, it could also be to deceive others.
All the previous actions that seemed to protect the reputation of the hotel were just for this moment's 'killing move'.
This is a possibility.
Another possibility is, ‘Mist Killer’.
After repeated failures, the opponent began to use more direct methods.
It was not used at first, probably because it consumed too much.
But now, the anger after consecutive failures makes the other party have no scruples.
However, the other party still failed.
Moreover, it also let him know more.
For example: No. 13 Guta Street.
"My aunt said she was calling the police, but she was kidnapped without even leaving Guta Street... Wait, what if this is also a trap?"
Goethe narrowed his eyes.
Based on the previous performance of ‘Slayer in the Mist’, this is most likely a trap.
However, Goethe soon had a countermeasure.
Swart!
Although it was more appropriate to go directly to the security director of the Songzi Hotel, the suspicion just now made Goethe directly choose to give up.
He didn't dare to gamble.
After all, you only have one life.
"Maybe this is also part of the other party's calculation?"
Goethe thought and walked downstairs quickly.
At this time, it was still some time before dawn.
The entire Luster is quiet, let alone the Songzi District where the rich and nobles live.
Except for the patrolman on the block, there was no one else.
And this was enough for Goethe.
"I'm asking Swart to call a carriage for me."
Goethe said.
The two patrolmen recognized Goethe and had heard some rumors about him.
Without any hesitation, just follow the instructions.
When Goethe walked into Swart's office, the police chief was still asleep.
Hearing the sound of the door being opened, the police sergeant raised his head in a daze. When he saw Goethe, he had a look of surprise on his face.
"Shouldn't you be preparing for morning exercises with Ms. Beatrice at this time?"
"Still..."
"You haven't slept until now after exercising?!"
Swart looked at Goethe who looked tired and immediately became energetic. He crawled out of his sleeping bag and asked with a gossipy look on his face: "I heard about what happened last night! You took away something
A Lady Beatrice who is even more beautiful than Lady Silla!"
"You guy, you didn't reveal anything to me last night."
"She looks pretty awesome!"
Swart clicked his tongue.
Goethe?
He chose to turn a blind eye.
What can he do?
He can't say that Beatrice is a man, can he?
Still a middle-aged man.
If it were revealed, let alone what Morey would do, he would be disgusted to death.
Therefore, Goethe looked serious at this time.
"Three things."
"1. I need a 'brave and fearless' person to investigate No. 13 Guta Street. You can secretly help me find one."
"2. I need you to go to the "Luster Daily" newspaper office in person and ask them to publish a cat-finding revelation in today's newspaper - looking for a pure black, seven-year-old cat, and the reward is 1 gold gram and 11 silver.
Ask for 7 copper horns and sign 'xyz', this should be done with great fanfare."
"3. When you come back, bring me breakfast. This is very important."
After speaking, Goethe picked up the blanket and sleeping bag beside him.
Swart murmured in a low voice as he looked at Goethe who had laid out the blanket and got into his sleeping bag without pulling up the sleeping bag.
"I am not your servant."
Goethe heard it clearly, he closed his eyes and said.
"profitable."
"At your service, Your Excellency."
The police sergeant immediately bowed respectfully, walked out, and gently closed the door.
Time passed minute by minute.
The sky got bright quickly.
When he heard Swart's footsteps, Goethe, who was not really asleep, got out of his sleeping bag.
"nailed it."
“A prisoner who wanted to serve his crime became a ‘brave and fearless’ person under my ‘persuasion’.”
"The editor-in-chief of the newspaper and I have a good relationship, and they always reserve some space for printing breaking news. It is more than enough to publish a cat-hunting revelation."
"And here's your breakfast - two meatloaf and a lemon."
"The meat filling is made from beef, and the lemons are the freshest, which is not cheap."
Swart said and handed over the breakfast.
Goethe held his coat in one hand and the pie in the other, and walked out.
"Walk."
he said.
"At least you have to have breakfast, right?"
Swart took his breakfast and chased after him.
"It's the same on the carriage."
"Right."
"Bring some more explosives and prepare a team of fully armed people. Ten minutes after we set off, we will disperse and set off in a hidden manner, and they will all ambush outside Guta Street."
Goethe said and quickened his pace.
He understands the importance of speed in fighting.
It's like he knows how to catch someone unawares.
At No. 1 Gutta Street, the location of the Wayne family's old residence, the carriage stopped.
"I hope the news published in the newspaper will attract your attention."
Goethe thought this way and looked at the 'brave and fearless' man opposite.
The opponent's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and his original face could hardly be seen.
When Goethe looked at him, he was very afraid.
"Go to No. 13. It should be somewhere like a basement. There is a sharp meat hook and a long and narrow meat cleaver. Find them and bring them out. Then, you will be free!"
Swart warned him.
The murder weapon used to kill Krista Wayne was the sharp meat hook.
The reason why Goethe wanted both was to cover up and pave the way for future lies.
His behavior of collecting 'murderous weapons' will sooner or later be targeted by someone, so he must be prepared in advance.
"Okay, okay, Sheriff."
After the young man stammered, he jumped off the carriage and slipped into No. 13 Guta Street.
"Don't worry, he is a very good 'gold finger' on the streets of Luster. He is the best at finding things and he is also very careful."
Seeing Goethe looking at No. 13 Gutta Street, Swart said.
"Then how did you catch him?"
Goethe asked.
"He is careful enough, but his companions are not careful enough, and they are also very greedy and cowardly - four copper corners told me where he is hiding."
Swart said proudly.
Then, the police chief began to tell his story of "catching a thief".
Goethe rolled his eyes when he heard this.
It's not that it's not interesting enough.
But it's too offline.
At least, from beginning to end, Swart did not pay the four copper corners, and also sold the other party to a chimney sweep businessman - in a similar way to selling 'goods'.
"Save a fortune, earn a fortune!"
"That's two bucks!"
Swart said with a smile.
But Goethe's eyes looked out the window again.
The person who left before has returned. He is holding a sharp hook and a meat cleaver in his hand, and he is running towards him. His speed is faster than before, and his steps are lighter and lighter.
Especially when holding a meat hook in the left hand and a meat cleaver in the right hand, they are all held in reverse.
Swart didn't notice any of this.
He opened the door and stepped out of the carriage with a smile.
"Did you see what I said?"
"He can definitely do it."
With that said, the police chief prepared to greet the other party.
Of course, it's not a triumphal welcome.
He was ready to take the hook and meat knife and send the other person back to prison.
