Goethe glanced at the corpse of An Zi and sneered in his heart.
Those 'hunters' undoubtedly discovered that the secret agent named 'Soko' did not show up on time with him, so they immediately launched a backup plan - using anonymous reporting letters to test what happened in the police station.
No matter what the accident was, using the facts as evidence will achieve the other party's ultimate goal: to get him to leave the police station!
Obviously, there must be someone or something in the police station who can quickly identify whether it is a lie.
Moreover, when the other party does this, he must have determined that he who is a "serial killer" will definitely attract people who own this item or possess this ability.
The 'Stalker's' plan was perfect.
pity……
The only miscalculation was: he really didn't kill Harder.
What's more important is: what the other party didn't expect was that he killed the 'Dark Son' Soko.
"If that's the case, it seems like you can be a little bolder!"
Goethe, realizing that the situation at hand could be exploited, immediately had a plan in mind.
Why did he come to the police station?
In search of protection.
So what if it could be done once and for all?
Of course it couldn't be better.
However, this plan requires someone to 'cooperate' with it.
Thinking of this, he looked at Sheriff Swart in front of him, and the corners of his mouth turned up again, revealing a smile.
"I didn't kill Hader."
Goethe said with certainty with a smile on his face.
"No one admits to killing someone."
Faced with Goethe's denial, Swart, who smelled of alcohol, laughed, and then said in very calm words: "I hope you can say it directly. This is for your own good."
There was no fluctuation in his tone, even if it was threatening.
If he were not in an interrogation room, it would not have been possible to tell that the other party was interrogating Goethe. Instead, it would have been as if he had bumped into a familiar person in a bar and nodded to say hello.
But this made Goethe frown secretly.
The Swart in front of me is most likely the kind of guy who just gets by.
and……
He should still be the kind of person who doesn't mind using his rights to benefit himself.
Goethe glanced at the coat and leather shoes on the other person's body. It was obvious that the materials and workmanship were no worse than what he was wearing - you know, what he was wearing was when the Wayne family was still in decline. Goethe's parents wanted to celebrate his 18th birthday.
It was custom-made for him for his birthday. Although it didn't come with a cane, it still cost 7 gold grams.
According to Goethe's memory, the weekly salary of an elite lawyer who could go to the city hall was about 2-3 gold grams.
It is definitely above the middle class.
And the salary of a police sergeant obviously cannot reach such an income.
As for where the money came from?
Of course it is obvious.
It is naturally difficult for Goethe to get such a guy to 'cooperate'.
In fact, Goethe was sure that if he allowed the other party to do it, the matter in front of him would most likely be brushed aside, just like his missing 'family members' - you know, although his home is not in the center of Luster, it is
In the urban area, things like serial disappearances occurred there. As the police chief, Swart in front of him could not possibly not know about it, but the other party still pretended not to know.
These are enough to explain the problem.
But fortunately, the other party is not the principal.
Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Goethe's face again, and he said again in a very affirmative tone.
"I didn't kill Hud."
Such an answer made Swart raise an eyebrow.
Swart's patience clearly has limits.
A moment ago, he was pretending to be calm, but this time, he just raised his voice.
"No?"
"Although when facing a murderer, we will hang him, but before hanging him, we will also interrogate him, identify the scene, confirm again, then imprison him, and finally hang him!"
"This process is very long."
As he spoke, the police chief walked up to Goethe, as if he wanted to give Goethe a sense of oppression. However, as soon as he straightened up, he let out a belch.
The smell of alcohol hit my face.
Goethe did not dodge. He looked at the police chief, kept smiling, and said in an affirmative tone: "I did not kill Harder."
He really didn't kill Harder.
It was 'Goethe' who killed him, not him.
After saying that, he closed his eyes and stopped looking at the people in the interrogation room.
Under the signal from Swart's eyes, the middle-aged patrolman who had been standing next to him immediately raised his baton, ready to give Goethe a look. However, before the baton fell, Swart suddenly thought of
What? Immediately wave your hand to stop your subordinate.
"I hope what you said is true."
Swart said, having changed his mind, turned and left.
The interrogation room door closed again.
Goethe closed his eyes and listened to the muffled sound of the door colliding with the door frame, feeling certain in his heart.
"really!"
"There is someone or something in the police station who can tell whether a person is lying!"
"This is naturally an extraordinary category!"
"It proves my previous guess about the 'official control' of the world in front of me from the side. In this way, the plan I just made can succeed!"
Quickly, Goethe began to perfect his plan in his heart.
He wants to make everything make sense.
Or to be precise...
Prescribe the right medicine!
Although the official extraordinary person is here, the other party obviously doesn't care about some 'trivial matters'.
In this case...
Then let everything become what the other person cares about!
Goethe made up his mind.
…
In the room next to the interrogation room, stood a man wearing a tuxedo with a white shirt underneath.
This room was about the same size as an interrogation room, with no furnishings, and there was only one man standing in the room.
The man looked down at the pocket watch in his hand. After Swart walked in, the man said directly.
"He didn't lie."
While speaking, the man didn't look at Swart, his eyes were fixed on the pocket watch in his hand, but Swart did not dare to neglect, smiled almost flatteringly, and said in a asking tone: "Then what should we do?
he?"
"Just follow the normal procedures."
After receiving the man's affirmative answer, Swart bowed and returned to the interrogation room.
"Put Goethe in jail first."
"Then, investigate the entire case in detail."
"This guy Soko?"
"Throw this guy into the morgue first, and then deal with it after the final result of the matter comes out."
As soon as he entered the interrogation room, Swart said to the middle-aged patrolman.
Immediately, the middle-aged patrolman breathed a sigh of relief and showed a relieved smile - the middle-aged patrolman was not stupid. After watching everything, he could see that Goethe was in big trouble. Once he got involved, it would be really bad.
He might lose his life. This weekly salary is not worth his life.
"You're lucky, kid!"
"Go and stay in the cell first!"
"Although the environment is not good, it is at least safer than outside!"
With that said, the middle-aged patrolman walked towards Goethe, and the two younger patrolmen were not surprised.
Everything was just as Goethe guessed.
Faced with the trouble that he might cause, these guys decided to do nothing.
Seeing the three people getting closer and closer, Goethe refused to cooperate at all and began to struggle violently.
Suddenly, the middle-aged patrolman became very angry.
This time, without Swart's signal, the middle-aged patrolman raised his baton.
Goethe looked at the baton that was about to be smashed down, and immediately shouted in a roaring voice——
"Come on! Hit me!"
"In less than a month, my grandfather died of a sudden illness, my parents disappeared, and then three uncles and aunt disappeared. Three cousins also disappeared overnight. Then, my only
My aunt also disappeared on her way here to call the police!”
"And me?"
"Before I could react, I was kicked out of my house by a sudden creditor!"
"Now!"
"When I finally escaped from that 'ritual', got a few clues, and sought cooperation with you, did I end up facing prison and beatings?"
"If that's the case..."
"Come on, I'm right here!"
By the end of the roar, Goethe was almost hoarse.
"Asshole, do you think I don't dare?"
The middle-aged patrolman roared angrily.
As for what Goethe said?
He doesn't care at all.
What kind of people died of illness or disappeared?
As long as there is no report, it does not exist.
And if someone disappears on the way to report a crime, then there is no report and it does not exist.
Of course, even if a crime is reported, as long as it is not recorded, it still does not exist.
The middle-aged patrolman who was too familiar with the whole process didn't bother to explain it to Goethe. He just wanted to teach Goethe a lesson.
But at this moment——
Boom!
Suddenly there was a muffled knocking sound on one side of the wall.
Swart, who was holding his arms and watching the joke, immediately changed his expression and shouted loudly: "Wait!"
