Chapter 58 Good law and order Hessings! (I wish everyone a happy New Year's Eve~)
When held at gunpoint, most people will make the right choice.
The person in front of me is no exception.
"Wait, don't shoot, I don't mean any harm!"
The other party yelled, raising his hands as hard as he could.
Goethe, who was holding the gun, did not lower the muzzle of the gun, but looked towards the alley where the opponent rushed out.
There, three figures rushed out.
Two of them pinned each other firmly to the ground, beat them and put on handcuffs.
The black uniform and handcuffs all indicate the other party's identity.
The remaining one looked at Goethe.
Or to be precise, the other party glanced at the revolver in Goethe's hand and said.
"Hello, sir."
"Although shotguns are not prohibited in Hersettins, revolvers require you to register them at the police station."
Although the other party reminded him, his tone was condescending, and he looked at Goethe with a scrutinizing gaze.
This made Goethe frown slightly.
At this time, a fat face blocked such a look.
"Mr. Marple came to Hersettins for the first time today. He is not familiar with it. However, such a gentleman will definitely abide by the rules here. I will take him to register."
"and……"
"You don't suspect that he is the murderer of Saints Hospital, do you?"
The strange words made the policeman in front of him glare at Hunter.
And Hunter's weirdness didn't stop.
"If you have free time to catch such a little thief, why don't you go find out why someone broke into No. 21 Chuck Street and why my tenant disappeared."
Chuck Street?
It can't be such a coincidence, right?
Goethe glanced at Hunter in surprise.
The policeman outside the carriage glared at Hunter again, turned around and left quickly with the person he had just arrested.
Watching the other party's leaving figure, Hunter did not forget to shout.
“Remember, we pay taxes in the hope that we will be protected, not questioned!”
The sound is quite high.
Everyone around can hear it.
Suddenly, the other party left faster.
Seeing the other person's back hurriedly leaving, Goethe sighed secretly in his heart.
It’s become more difficult to recreate Luster’s scene!
When the other party left, his eyes were quite unkind.
And that condescending attitude...
Goethe began to wonder in his heart whether he should adjust his plan.
"Huh, I don't know what it means."
Hunter snorted coldly, then turned to Goethe with a smile on his face: "Mr. Marple, you don't need to pay attention to these guys. They only scare ordinary people. They are always the last to arrive when something happens."
"Well, I felt deeply when I encountered robbers and had to cross no man's land alone."
Goethe echoed.
Then, he asked without leaving any trace.
"The Chuck Street you mentioned earlier?"
"No. 21 Chuck Street is a property I am responsible for. It was rented to a gentleman for a short period of time. This morning happened to be the day to pay the second rent. As a result, I went to the door in the morning and found that the place was already empty."
"Not only are people gone, but things are also gone."
"The most important thing is..."
"I found blood!"
"This is not a good thing. I immediately called the police. Then, they blocked 21 Chuck Street and asked me to go back and wait for notification!"
"Damn it!"
"I shouldn't have gone to the police!"
"Every day I block 21 Chuck Street, I lose money!"
Speaking of this, Hunter cursed again.
"So that's it."
Different from the previous corpses, in order to make Poirot Marple's identity more secure, Drotta's corpse was processed along with Goethe's at the scene - the corpse was no longer in Hersettins.
Almost everything was burned down.
Apart from the clothes and the revolver, he only had 140 banknotes and 60 gold crowns left.
It is precisely because of this money that Goethe's plan is easier to implement.
"The public security in Hesetins has always been very good, but for some reason, some worrying things have happened one after another since yesterday, as if..."
"Disaster has suddenly set its sights on Hessettins."
Hunter thought for a moment and gave a description.
"Disaster?"
"How could it be?"
"It should all be an accident!"
Goethe said with a smile.
Naturally, Hunter would not refute this.
The customer is always right!
Even if the customer is wrong, it's not the customer's fault!
It's his fault!
It is precisely because of this concept that Hunter is recognized by every customer.
Of course, Hunter also has matching abilities.
At least Goethe was quite satisfied with the house in front of him.
It is a three-story independent building with a small garden. The flowers in the flowerbed are colorful and neatly trimmed.
"This is Kimmel Street, which is close to the core of Hersettins. It is safe and has a beautiful environment."
"The first floor has the dining room, living room, kitchen, servant's room and bathroom, the second floor is the master's study and reception room, and the third floor is the master's bedroom - I don't recommend that you choose a room with a terrace, not just
It’s expensive because the weather in Hesatins is always rainy, and the rain that keeps falling will always make you lament the uselessness of the terrace.”
"Also, there is a basement here that can store a wealth of food and wine."
After getting off the carriage, Hunter took Goethe to visit the house in front of him.
Overall, it meets Goethe's expectations.
"How much is the rent?"
Goethe asked.
"It's 400 yuan per month. If you are willing to pay quarterly, I can give you a monthly discount of 20 yuan."
Hunter smiled and quoted a price.
"Can."
Goethe did not bargain, which is inconsistent with his current status.
And, from the simple memory in my mind, Kimmel Street is worth the price.
"Your cheerfulness is impressive."
"And I won't make you feel uncomfortable - when I choose the male and female servants later, I guarantee that you can obtain the right to use them at the lowest price according to your requirements."
Hunter assured.
Then, the other party did the same.
In the agency, Goethe signed a contract with the male servant "Kay" and the maid "Maria" with a weekly salary of 5 yuan and 4 yuan respectively.
The valet Kai is twenty-five years old, unmarried, and literate.
Maid Maria, nineteen years old, unmarried, good at cooking.
It was not until this time that Goethe discovered that Hunter was actually the manager of this agency.
"Nice to work with, Mr. Marple!"
Hunter shook hands with Goethe, and then took out a gun certificate.
Seeing Goethe's surprised look, Hunter laughed.
"I have many friends in the police station."
"It is not difficult to obtain such a certificate."
"If you need anything, please remember to find me."
Hunter said this.
"Of course, I will."
Goethe promised.
Later, after Hunter saw him off, Goethe boarded the carriage with his valet and maid.
The maid and Goethe sat in the carriage.
The footman and the coachman sat outside.
The maid Ai Rui was dressed in a standard maid outfit. She lowered her head at the moment, put her hands on her legs, and kept rubbing her fingertips. She looked a little nervous.
"What kind of food are you good at?"
Goethe asked directly.
"Stew, stew."
Maria stammered in reply, and then, suddenly thinking of something, she immediately added: "I can also scramble eggs with sauce."
"Egg sauce?"
Goethe was startled.
The name of this dish reminded him of a certain dish from his hometown.
"Just break two eggs, put them into the heated butter, add sugar, ginger and salt in turn, and finally pour in the milk and stir. Don't let them boil, but make them thick..."
Maria explained.
Goethe's eyes were looking out the window.
It's not that he lost interest in Hesetins' 'scrambled egg sauce', it's just that he found someone following him.
