The two policemen in front of me were far from being called guests.
When one of them walked into No. 11 Kimmel Street, Maria's face turned pale with fright in such a menacing manner. Goethe stepped forward and patted the maid's shoulder gently, indicating that there was no need to entertain them.
Then Goethe sat down.
He neither invited the other party to sit down nor ordered tea to be served.
Goethe just looked at the two of them and asked in a cold tone.
"What's up?"
"Last night you..."
"We are here to visit you. We are really sorry for what happened yesterday - I hope you can understand that not everyone is like that."
The aggressive policeman spoke in a bad tone and was about to question Goethe, but was interrupted by another policeman.
Goethe looked at the policeman.
He is young, his face has soft lines, and his eyes that look like fox eyes are squinted at the moment. The person sitting there maintains a casual posture, as if he is visiting a friend, not the police.
Goethe frowned secretly.
He is not worried about the aggressive guy next to him. Everything about this guy is written on his face. He has a simple personality and is easy to deal with.
On the contrary, a guy with a smile like this is something to be wary of.
When I was in my hometown, there was an apt description for this kind of guy: Smiling Tiger!
This guy in front of him gave Goethe this feeling.
"I am Sheriff Lanster, and this is my partner Kudzu."
"It's an honor for you to receive us. You must know that you are now considered a celebrity in Hersettins. I read many newspapers this morning, all reporting on your deeds."
Lanster complimented Goethe.
Goethe remained indifferent to this.
He knows what the other person is here for.
There are both yesterday's things and last night's things.
As for celebrities?
After glancing at [Reputation: 2/100], Goethe knew his position very well.
Different from the fast pace in my hometown, the popularity of traditional paper media such as newspapers is not fast - when something happens today, everyone is angry and angry, and then the situation changes tomorrow, and everyone is confused and feels cheated.
.
Print media is different.
It takes several days, or even more than ten days, for a piece of news to ferment, and the matter is still fresh.
because……
Not everyone reads newspapers, and newspapers have limited circulation.
Especially people who read newspapers have a habit: most people will choose a newspaper to read!
And read a lot of newspapers?
Of course there is a plan!
"You care about me?"
Goethe asked.
"certainly!"
"Because of what happened yesterday, I really hope to get to know you!"
"So, I hope to get to know you through the newspaper!"
"pity……"
"They have no substance."
The other party said with a smile.
Then, something seemed to suddenly come to mind.
"Did you guess Hessettins yesterday?"
"Can you tell me about your previous experience?"
the other party asked.
"You are a police officer. If you are curious, just go investigate on your own."
"I've stayed up all night writing and I just want to go back to my bedroom and go to sleep."
"Ask me again, what do you want?"
Goethe said very rudely.
"Is it "Into the Wild" you were talking about yesterday?"
"If you don't mind, could you let me see the original manuscript?"
The other party didn't show any anger and still asked enthusiastically.
"cannot!"
"Are you lying?"
Just after Goethe refused, Lanster's partner couldn't help but said. The other party stared at Goethe, expecting Goethe to show a look of resignation, but Goethe rubbed his brows and looked impatient.
"Before you, there were editors from at least eight newspapers working with me. Finally, I signed a contract with the Hessettins Daily News. "Into the Wild" will start serialization tomorrow."
"Now, are there any questions?"
"If not, please leave."
"If you want to search, remember to bring a search warrant."
Goethe said and pointed in the direction of the door.
This attitude made Ge Gen very angry. When the impulsive police detective wanted to do something, he was stopped by his partner.
"Well, we won't bother you."
After Lanster said with a smile, he took his partner and left 11 Kimmel Street.
"Lance, why are you holding me back?"
"There must be something wrong with that guy!"
Kudzu yelled.
"Well, there's a question. Do you have any evidence?"
"And I won't hold you back."
"You also want to be shot down?"
Lanster asked his partner.
"My intuition..."
"That guy dares to shoot?"
Ge Gen said subconsciously, and then suddenly looked at Lanster.
"There are 6 corpses in the morgue to prove it!"
"But your intuition cannot be used as evidence!"
"We need conclusive evidence to confirm that the other party is the criminal, and then we can arrest him - otherwise, he will only be counterattacked by that guy!"
Lanster emphasized.
Then, the police chief took a deep breath.
The narrowed eyes opened slightly, shining with a brilliant light.
"Now you ask two people to go to the Hessettins Daily to make inquiries, and then arrange two more people to investigate the whereabouts of Poirot Marple before he came to Hessetts."
"besides!"
"Send two more people to keep an eye on him 24 hours a day!"
"clear!"
Kudzu nodded and quickened his pace.
But Sheriff Lanster turned his head and looked at 11 Kimmel Street again.
It wasn't just his partner who felt there was something wrong with Poirot Marple.
He also felt that there was something wrong with Poirot Marple.
But, there is no evidence.
However, he believed that he would find evidence.
"You should be targeted."
Goethe thought this while lying on the bed.
However, he is not worried.
His identity can definitely withstand investigation. Zhuota has spent a lot of effort in order to have a safe retirement life. Coupled with his cover-up, he believes that there will be no flaws.
As for surveillance?
Goethe didn't even care.
He was treated as a free bodyguard.
After thinking for a moment, Goethe fell into a deep sleep.
In the evening, Goethe woke up immediately when Maria went upstairs, and instinctively held his hand on the handle of the gun placed under the pillow.
After confirming that it was his maid, Goethe retracted his hand and sat up from the bed.
Boom, boom!
"Master, it's evening."
"Do you want dinner?"
Maria asked after a gentle knock on the door.
"Let's prepare dinner."
Goethe said as he opened the door.
After hearing Goethe's affirmative reply, the maid seemed very happy and ran downstairs with some excitement.
About ten minutes later, dinner appeared on the table.
Oatmeal, cupcakes and hot milk.
No meat.
"According to your instructions, everything will be ordinary and normal."
The maid looked like I am very obedient and you should praise me.
"Well, not bad."
Goethe nodded, finished his meal at the same speed as in the morning, and walked out, saying as he walked: "Actually, the food can be richer."
"Okay, Master, I understand."
The maid nodded obediently.
Goethe put on the coat handed over by the valet, and after the other party opened the door, he got directly into the carriage.
"Mr. Marple, where are you going?"
the coachman asked.
Goethe answered simply——
“Go to the best club around!”
The driver was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed.
"Sit tight, we're going."
Goethe did not indulge at will. He just followed the plan to further expand his popularity. At the same time, it was also to make him more in line with the aristocratic character of Poirot Marple.
Well, for planning purposes.
Well, for the sake of character.
Well, he firmly believed it.
…
…
…
After a night, in the morning at the 'Summer Club', there were sudden bursts of screams——
"Come quickly! Call the doctor!"
"Mr. Marple used too much force and the wound on his abdomen burst open!"
