Chapter 64 You are the murderer! ~ Ask for a monthly ticket~~)
Goethe was startled.
Almost subconsciously, Goethe looked in the direction of the scream——
kitchen!
Frowning, Goethe walked over.
Then, he saw a body with the back of the head sunken and the brains collapsed, lying face down in a pool of blood.
The surrounding area was in chaos.
"Call the police! Call the police!"
"Hurry up and call the police!"
"Everyone, please don't leave your seat!"
"We'll wait for the police to come!"
Amidst the screams, a fat man wearing a chef's uniform shouted loudly.
This shout made the panicked crowd gradually regain their composure.
And soon, the police showed up.
It's an acquaintance.
Lanster and Kudzu.
When Goethe saw the two of them, they also saw Goethe.
Kudzu's eyes lit up almost instantly, and he came to Goethe in three steps at a time.
"Why are you here?"
Kudzu asked.
"Obviously, eat."
Goethe pointed to the restaurant sign behind him.
"Have a meal?"
"You came to dinner, and a murder occurred here. Is it such a coincidence?"
Ge Gen looked unbelieving.
"It's such a coincidence."
"Although I don't believe in coincidences, sometimes things happen so suddenly - you can ask the clerk or the guests in the restaurant. I just opened the door and heard a scream."
Goethe sighed helplessly.
At this time, Goethe was really helpless.
He really just wanted to escape from the 'blood-tonifying soup' made by Maria and just have a simple meal.
"You better not lie!"
Kudzu said fiercely.
Then, the sergeant's partner led the patrol officers and began to inquire about the situation at that time.
And soon, there were results.
What Goethe said is true.
Immediately, Kudzu felt discouraged.
"Don't be prejudicial. Only calmness will help you."
Lanster patted his partner on the shoulder, and then walked towards Goethe with a smile on his face.
"We meet again, Mr. Marple."
"If possible, I don't want to see you."
Goethe answered like this, looking past Lanster and looking at Pueraria, who was questioning the people on site - he could quickly confirm that what Goethe said was true. In addition to Pueraria's strong action, it was also because of this
It was not a real meal time, so there were not many guests. There were only six people, not including Goethe.
One of the couples was passionately in love, and the lady's scream just now is still fresh in people's memory.
At this moment, his face was still pale, and he was talking intermittently under the constant comfort of the man beside him.
"I, I heard screaming in the kitchen, and then I ran over and saw the body."
"That body was horrific."
As she spoke, the lady began to sob again.
"Who found the body first?"
Kudzu asked.
"It's me!"
A male waiter raised his hand.
"Because it was almost time for the restaurant to officially open, but the chef hadn't announced today's specials yet, so I went to the kitchen to look for the chef, but the door was locked from the inside. I knocked several times.
No one answered, so I informed the sous chef about the incident, and finally, the sous chef decided to break down the door."
"Then……"
"That's when I saw Mr. Chef's body."
Having said this, the male waiter swallowed.
Undoubtedly, for this person, seeing the corpse was not that pleasant.
"Who's the sous chef?"
Kudzu asked.
"I!"
The fat chef who was in charge before came over and confirmed what the waiter said.
"Why don't you use a key to open the door?"
Kudzu asked.
"I can't find the key. It usually hangs here, but I couldn't find it no matter how hard I looked for it just now!"
The sous chef pointed to the wall next to him.
There was a hook for hanging keys, but at this time, it was empty.
"oh?"
Ge Gen grasped the key points, and then began to question the remaining people one by one.
Including three other waiters and four other guests.
Basically, everyone said the same thing as the first male waiter. After hearing the screams, they rushed to the kitchen and saw the body of the chef.
After everyone had finished asking, Pueraria clapped his hands.
"Now, everyone, stand still, we are going to search you!"
The situation before us is obvious, whoever has the key is the murderer.
Everyone was searched one by one.
Including Goethe.
But nothing was found.
No one has the key.
Then--
"Sheriff, deputy, here's the key!"
An inspection patrol suddenly shouted.
Everyone's eyes were drawn to it, and then they saw the overturned body and the key in the hand.
"this?!"
Kudzu was a little dumbfounded.
If the deceased took the key, how did the murderer leave the locked room?
Pueraria has just checked the door lock. Without the key, it is impossible to lock it from the outside.
"Before breaking the door, the door was locked, but the key was in the hands of the deceased. In other words... unless the murderer could walk through the wall, it would be impossible for him to leave the kitchen!"
Suddenly a voice sounded.
Apart from the lovers, these four guests are fellow travelers.
Goethe looked over.
There were four people in the other party. Except for the young man who had just spoken, who was sitting, the remaining three sturdy middle-aged people were standing with the young man as the center of the circle. The three people's positions were very particular. One of them stood upright behind his back.
The two of them were divided into left and right positions, and they were both standing sideways, maximizing their field of vision.
bodyguard!
Goethe immediately confirmed the identities of the three people.
Then, curiosity flashed in his eyes.
He was accompanied by three bodyguards when he ate, which was not an ordinary person.
And the clothes and a gold watch chain that looked like they were worth a lot of money also expressed this.
Facing Goethe's gaze, the young man responded with a smile.
Kudzu standing aside frowned.
Another idle rich boy!
The deputy police chief commented from the bottom of his heart.
Then, he said in a very affirmative tone.
"There is no way in the world that you can walk through walls."
"The murderer must have left the kitchen in a way we don't know about. Maybe there is a secret passage in the kitchen or something like that!"
Then, let his subordinates start a detailed search again.
The result is naturally nothing.
Goethe glanced at the deputy police chief who was doing useless work and couldn't help but shook his head.
"Mr. Marple, have you discovered anything?"
"In "Into the Wild" you wrote, the demon hunter Sherlock Holmes is very observant. You must be able to write such a character with keen observation skills, right?"
Lanster, who had been paying attention to Goethe, immediately noticed Goethe's actions.
Immediately, the police chief asked.
At the same time, the other party's voice was not lowered.
Therefore, almost everyone in the restaurant heard it.
The eyes of the guests and waiters immediately focused on Goethe.
You know, the name Poirot Maple has become famous in Hersettins these days.
This guy did it on purpose!
Goethe looked at Lanster, and the police chief was still smiling.
"I have no ill intentions, but as a reader of "Into the Wild", I hope the author can be as magical as the characters he writes!"
When the other party said this, he looked expectant.
This is of course an act.
As for why the other party did this?
Maybe he wanted to see him make a fool of himself.
More likely it was an attempt to undermine his reputation.
His growing reputation is not a good thing for those who are still keeping an eye on him.
Look at the reporters who were blocked from the door. They were noisy before, but now they are all quiet and staring at him!
If he makes a fool of himself, these reporters will show no mercy.
Even before, they had a good relationship.
However, he is destined to 'disappoint' the other party.
"The author and the characters he writes are not the same. Just as an author loves food, the characters he writes may not be interested in food at all. I and the characters I write are different."
Goethe said modestly.
Lanster was still smiling.
"Yeah?"
"This is so disappointing, I thought..."
"However, I still found something."
Before Lanster could finish his words, he was interrupted by Goethe.
Under the gaze of the other party, Goethe walked up to a waiter and raised his hand to point at the waiter——
