Chapter 55 Goethe: I have special communication skills!
According to the doctor's instructions, all the corpses in the morgue died of diseases and accidents.
However, according to Goethe's inspection, some of these corpses were killed by homicide!
"There are a total of seventeen corpses in the morgue. In addition to the thirteen corpses that died normally, four corpses were obviously strangled. Moreover, these four corpses had strong bodies and calluses on their fingers and mouth. They were obviously trained.
You are well-trained, but there is no trace of resistance at all!"
“They all arrived at almost the same time!”
"so……"
"Drug?"
Goethe couldn't help but guess.
Then, Goethe glanced at the doctor's signature on the files of the four corpses that were deemed accidental: Muir.
However, Goethe immediately shook his head.
What does this have to do with him?
He is a corpse mover.
At least, until he truly understands this 'secret realm' within a week, he will be a competent 'corpse mover'.
On the premise of three months, Goethe made a preliminary plan.
But plans never change quickly.
When he got off work, Goethe received a notice from the deputy dean.
"You don't have to come tomorrow!"
The vice-president named ‘Mr’ said coldly.
"You don't need to ask why?"
"All you need to know is that you're fired."
"Now……"
"Please go collect your wages and then leave the hospital."
Moreover, before Goethe could ask, the vice-dean continued.
After saying that, the other person turned around and left.
Goethe narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the other person's back, his eyes slightly focused.
His career in his hometown made him instinctively realize that something was wrong.
"I hope it's not what I imagined!"
Goethe whispered to himself.
Before thoroughly understanding this strange environment, Goethe did not want some "things" to come early.
But just like plans are not as fast as changes.
Reality often does not go as people wish.
Just after Goethe received today's wages and left the hospital, he became acutely aware that he was being followed.
The opponent's tracking skills are very poor.
Or rather...
Don't bother to hide.
After taking a look at the two sturdy men following behind him, Goethe quickened his pace.
The two burly men chased after him with ferocious smiles.
After sandwiching Goethe from left to right, a dagger was placed on Goethe's waist.
"If you don't want to die, just come with me."
The attacker holding a dagger said in a low voice.
"well."
Goethe looked panicked.
Then, he followed the two sturdy men very obediently and turned into a side alley.
"I just said, don't be so careful, the boss is always too cautious."
"He's just a corpse mover. After Dirk takes care of the vice dean, just take care of him."
"We don't need to make a special trip at all."
As soon as he walked into the alley, the unarmed attacker looked at Goethe who was trembling and couldn't help but curled up his lips and said.
"It's because the boss was cautious that we were able to kill those four guys with minimal losses!"
"Moreover, if one of them realizes something is wrong and runs away, half a year of our efforts will be in vain. Once that guy becomes wary, we will not have a second chance."
The attacker holding a dagger reminded.
In front of Goethe, the two of them did not hide anything.
Because, in the eyes of both of them, Goethe was already a dead man.
The dead are the best at keeping secrets.
Dirk?
Planning for half a year?
Is that guy wary?
Goethe listened carefully.
If at first he had judged that the four people were involved in a gang fight, he was not so sure now.
Of course, Goethe didn't mind asking when faced with uncertain answers.
He believed that the two attackers in front of him would be happy to cooperate.
After all, he has special means of communication.
It was as if when the attacker with a dagger was about to slit his neck, he raised his hand and pinched the opponent's wrist.
Click!
The extraordinary level of [Hand-Hand Combat] and [Grabbing Mastery] combined with the physical fitness that is almost three times that of an ordinary person can crush the opponent's wrist in an instant.
The dagger fell straight down, and Goethe caught it in his hand. He inserted it into the attacker's throat with his backhand, completely silencing the opponent's unspoken screams.
The remaining attacker was stunned and didn't react at all.
When the other party reacted, Goethe had already kicked him down, covered his mouth, and stabbed him more than twenty times, avoiding his vital points.
Not fatal.
But, it hurts!
The opponent whose mouth was gagged had already begun to twitch.
"I'll ask you questions, do you understand?"
Goethe said, putting a dagger against the other person's neck. After the other person nodded frantically, Goethe took out the gag handkerchief——
"How many of you are there?"
"Four."
"Who are they?"
"Me, Syl, Tucker and the boss 'Zhuota'."
"Who were the four people we killed before?"
"It's a small mercenary group called the Sword Bearers."
"Who is that guy you're talking about?"
"Andinan, a rich boy who has just inherited his mother's inheritance and is preparing to travel. The 'sword bearers' are the mercenaries he hired to protect him. They are a group of unknown guys who hooked up with each other after being introduced.
We haven't met yet, so we plan to pretend to be the 'sword bearers' and become the other party's bodyguards, and then kidnap the other party."
"The middleman has been silenced by the boss."
Goethe asked a question and the other party answered.
And later on, Goethe told everything directly without asking.
Because it hurts too much.
Not only does it hurt, the other person can also clearly feel the blood flowing out of his body.
The shadow of death instantly caused the other party to collapse.
Some people are like this, they don't care about other people's lives, but when it's their turn?
But I don’t cherish it enough.
"Where is your base?"
Goethe continued to ask.
This time, the other party was a little hesitant, but when Goethe stabbed the other party again, the other party immediately shouted.
"In, at Chuck Street, No. 21!"
"Chuck Street?"
Goethe quickly found the location of this street in his memory. Then, he nodded and continued: "Very good, I am very satisfied with your answer. Now let me ask you again, how many people do you have?"
Another question.
And, it's not the last time.
After that, the questions were asked out of order.
After four times in a row, Goethe confirmed that the other party was not lying.
Looking at the opponent who was already furious due to blood loss, Goethe wiped the opponent's neck with the dagger in his hand.
Then he quickly swept the battlefield.
Two knives, two wallets, and no gun were found.
Habitually, he wiped the dagger clean and inserted it into his waist. Although he was more accustomed to sleeves and trouser legs, without corresponding straps, Goethe could only settle for the next best thing.
Then Goethe counted his wallet.
The total number of banknotes in the wallet is: 76.
And the salary he just received was 8 banknotes - a weekly salary, which was also his entire net worth just now.
After putting all the banknotes and metal coins in his wallet, Goethe glanced at the wealth column, but there was still no movement at [0/100].
"Can't you even break through 1?"
"really……"
"The accumulation of wealth is a difficult but joyful process!"
Goethe was muttering to himself while gently stroking the coins in his hand.
The smell of banknotes and the touch of coins always made Goethe feel inexplicably fond of them.
A few seconds later, Goethe left the alley and walked towards the hospital again.
It wasn't that he was greedy for money, it was just that Goethe simply believed that he needed to talk to Vice President Mül about the issue of 'unemployment compensation' after he was fired without reason.
