Chapter 60 Active! (On the first day of the new year, ask for a monthly ticket~~~)
Goethe, who was clutching his abdomen, staggered back, raised his head and stared at the policeman holding a dagger in shock.
"you?!"
Goethe pointed at the other party with a trembling voice.
"Not me!"
The policeman holding a knife shouted loudly.
The sudden scene shocked everyone.
Even the reporters who arrived were a little overwhelmed.
"He is dirty..."
Bang!
The policeman holding a knife spoke loudly, but before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by gunshots.
The bullet struck between the eyebrows.
The opponent fell to the ground.
Looking at the other party's body, Goethe said silently in his heart.
"That's how I handle it."
Then Goethe shouted.
"Kay Rick?"
The valet and the coachman immediately came to their senses. The former ran over to help Goethe, while the latter ran towards the carriage - it was said to be the best carriage, so naturally it had a medical kit.
At this time, the reporters also swarmed in.
Their faces were flushed with excitement, and they surrounded Goethe in the middle.
"Hello, sir, what just happened?"
"Sir, can you answer a question for me?"
"Sir, why did that police officer hurt you?"
…
Facing a series of questions, Goethe did not show any impatience. He was now Poirot Marple. Goethe, who remembered his identity, showed a slightly weak smile.
"I really want to answer everyone's questions, but I think I'd better stop the bleeding and bandage it."
"Don't worry, I'm just returning to the carriage to bandage it. After that, I will give everyone enough interview time."
"Now, you can ask the people around you who witnessed the entire incident."
Faced with Goethe's reasonable request, the reporters immediately got out of the way.
As they watched Goethe return to the carriage, these reporters immediately began to interview passers-by.
And those passers-by who were too frightened before to dare to come out now turned into messengers of justice and began to loudly reprimand the thugs and useless police.
Everyone is so filled with indignation.
Every one of them is so genuine.
Goethe could hear clearly even in the carriage.
And that's exactly what he wants.
Then, he began to take off his coat and shirt, preparing to bandage the wound.
When Maria, the maid sitting opposite, saw the wound on Goethe's lower abdomen, she was so frightened that tears welled up in her eyes.
However, he still stretched out his hand to help Goethe bandage.
"I, I have learned bandaging."
"No, thank you."
"It's okay, it just looks serious."
Goethe refused with a smile.
This is true, he controlled his strength very well.
Therefore, the blow just now was just a superficial injury.
That’s why it looks scary on the outside.
However, the maid Maria did not know this. She just thought that this was Goethe's comfort to her.
Immediately, the maid lowered her head again and started stroking it with her hands and fingers.
Goethe glanced at it and didn't pay attention to the maid's nervousness.
After he quickly bandaged himself, he walked out of the carriage wearing a blood-stained shirt.
Goethe naturally did this on purpose.
In fact, this works quite well.
Just when Goethe opened the car door, everyone's eyes turned over. When they saw the blood-stained white shirt, they didn't know who was the first to applaud, and then everyone applauded.
After more than ten seconds, the applause stopped.
"To be honest, I was a little flattered. I have to say that Hersettins is a charming city. Even if I encounter some unpleasantness, its residents will use their enthusiasm to make me forget those unpleasantnesses instantly."
Goethe said immediately after the applause stopped.
Immediately, such words won the favor of the people around him.
No one wants their hometown to be disliked.
"You faced the extortion of thugs and bravely resisted. In the face of sudden attacks, you remained calm in the face of danger. You are truly a gentleman."
One reporter couldn't help but praise.
"My parents' education taught me that I must stand up when necessary. My career in the military gave me the strength to resist, and my daily writing made me good at thinking and able to face unexpected situations calmly."
Goethe said humbly.
"Have you ever joined the army? Are you also engaged in writing?"
Another reporter asked.
"Yes, I had military experience and now I'm a travel writer."
Goethe nodded.
"You are actually a writer, what is your name?"
another reporter asked.
"Marple!"
"Poirot Marple!"
Goethe announced his current name.
It has to be said that Zhuota was very considerate of this identity. One of the reporters present immediately said after Goethe finished speaking: "It's Poirot Marple who wrote "Cat's Journey" and "Frost Leaves".
?”
"It's me!"
Goethe nodded again.
Immediately, the surrounding reporters' eyes lit up.
They had also vaguely heard of these two works.
Of course, what they are more concerned about is the sales of today’s extra issue and tomorrow’s daily newspaper.
A gentleman who resists violence is not bad.
But it was even more eye-catching when this gentleman was a writer.
Especially when this writer also has military experience and a pretty good background.
"Mr. Marple, could you elaborate on the situation?"
"Although we already know the general situation, we think it will be more true if you tell it yourself."
One of the reporters said on behalf of all reporters.
"Today is my first time coming to Hersettins. I was attracted to Hersettins as soon as I arrived. I plan to stay here for a while, so I went to the 'Simok Carriage Shop' to rent a carriage.
I rented a house with Mr. Hunter from the agency, and then, on the way to rent, I met this gentleman, who appeared next to my carriage holding a dagger."
"When I pointed the gun at the other party, the policeman showed up, arrested the previous gentleman, and took him away. Then, after I finished hiring the valet and maid, the arrested gentleman appeared again.
, and they brought four accomplices with them. They blackmailed me and intended to harm me. I had no choice but to resist, but..."
"What I didn't expect was that the police officer who arrived later became angry after seeing the body on the ground and... threatened me."
Goethe said this.
Most of it is true.
A small part of it became the Spring and Autumn style of writing.
But when combined with each other, it is enough to make people think about it.
Looking at the faces of these reporters in front of him, Goethe knew that his goal had been achieved.
Then, after a few more questions, Goethe looked tired.
"Although I still want to continue talking to you, my body tells me it's best to rest."
"besides……"
"If you can, please help me promote my new book - "Adventures in the Wilderness"."
Goethe said this and got back on the carriage.
This time, no one stopped him.
The reporters got what they wanted, and each one rushed to their respective newspaper offices.
On the carriage, Goethe closed his eyes and thought.
Consider omissions in new plans.
Thinking about how to write the so-called "Adventures in the Wilderness" so that his hard work would not be in vain after so much preparation.
After all, this will be what he throws out for his new plan...
