The waiter who was accused of being the murderer was stunned.
Then, he waved his hands repeatedly.
"I'm not!"
"The key is in the hands of Mr. Chef, there is no way I can lock the door!"
The other party said loudly.
Goethe, on the other hand, squinted his eyes and spoke word by word.
"Who said the murderer left the kitchen after the murder?"
Suddenly, everyone was stunned.
Lanster, who had been smiling all the time, suddenly opened his eyes. Apparently, the police chief had thought of something.
And the young man who once said "through the wall" also looked at Goethe with interest.
The remaining people have not yet reacted.
"The chef entered the kitchen, and the sous chef broke into the door. Everyone was immediately attracted by the corpse on the ground. They ignored the people around them, or to be precise..."
"The location behind the door!"
Goethe continued.
This time, everyone reacted.
"He was just hiding behind the door?!"
People looked at the waiter in surprise.
"You're talking nonsense!"
"I obviously discovered Mr. Chef's body with everyone else!"
The waiter shouted loudly.
"Yeah?"
"Then please wipe off the oil stain on your back - Chief Lanster asked you to check if there is a piece of oil stain on the wall behind the kitchen door."
Goethe said without interest.
The case that suddenly appeared in front of him was really too simple for Goethe, who had watched more than 600 episodes of "Dead Schoolboy" in his hometown and the whole drama was in the name of his grandfather, especially when his [body] was almost three times that of an ordinary person.
Some details that ordinary people cannot observe are infinitely magnified in Goethe's eyes.
For example……
Heartbeat!
The waiter in front of him had a very violent heartbeat from the beginning. Even the screaming lady's heartbeat slowed down, but the other person remained the same.
This naturally attracted Goethe's attention.
After careful observation, Goethe discovered something fishy.
It's like doing a problem and reading the answers in advance. The whole process can be figured out quickly - well, except for mathematics.
"Kudzu!"
Lanster immediately shouted, and the deputy rushed to the kitchen. Then, behind the door, he found oil stains on the wall, and a piece of it had actually been rubbed off.
Immediately, Kudzu rushed towards the waiter.
Without any resistance, when Kudzu rushed over, the waiter collapsed.
"It's his fault!"
"He told me that adding some drugs to food would make the food delicious, but he didn't tell me that doing so would make diners addicted and die!"
the waiter shouted.
Goethe raised his eyebrows. To be honest, he suddenly felt that it was not such a pity not to have lunch here. Moreover, he also felt that Maria's 'blood-tonifying soup' might not be so hard to swallow.
Maybe……
Should I go home for dinner?
If Maria can cook now, it should still be too late, right?
Goethe was thinking, but a polite smile already appeared on his face.
Because, a group of reporters who had been blocked by the patrol police had already rushed in at this time.
"What happened to Mr. Marple?"
"How did you discover the murderer?"
"Did you just help the police arrest the murderer?"
These reporters gathered around Goethe one by one and asked.
Even though they had witnessed the whole process, they still asked enthusiastically at this time.
Not just because of career.
Also because...
They are really interested.
When they met Goethe, they felt like they had encountered a treasure.
Whenever they thought they knew Goethe well enough, Goethe would always reveal a more 'fresh' side.
First, there is the gentleman who is fearless of thugs.
Then there are the great travel writers.
Then there is the boy who spilled blood in the club.
What now?
detective!
Not a third-rate detective who investigates extramarital affairs and finds kittens and puppies, but a first-rate detective who can solve murder cases.
When they thought of this, the reporters immediately became excited.
If it wasn't inappropriate, they really wanted to peel Goethe apart to see if he had any new identity.
"As you can see, an unfortunate thing happened here. I just hoped to treat myself to a lunch, and I didn't expect to be involved in it."
"And I was able to discover the murderer because I was able to carefully observe everything around me."
"If Chief Lanster hadn't been impatient to ask for help from me, I would have waited patiently until the last moment and pointed out the murderer when he might have escaped."
Goethe answered with a smile.
This answer made the reporters present excited.
They all heard clearly the meaning of Goethe's words.
Especially the last sentence.
Words like ‘can’t wait’, ‘wait patiently’ and ‘when to escape’ made these reporters think a lot.
Immediately, these reporters looked at Lanster.
At this time, facing a group of reporters, Lanster could no longer keep a smile on his face. His smile was a little stiff.
But Goethe's words did not stop.
"I have no ill intentions, but as an ordinary citizen, I hope that every police officer can protect our safety as advertised."
It almost returns the original words of Lanster and Goethe.
Lanster's already somewhat stiff smile completely froze on his face.
Looking at Lanster's appearance, Goethe continued.
"I think Sheriff Lanster can do it, right?"
"The murderer just said some incredible things. Sheriff Lanster will definitely get to the bottom of it, right?"
"certainly!"
Lanster's voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth.
Goethe was all smiles.
If the other party wants him to make a fool of himself, of course he has to fight back.
Moreover, you have to find more things for the other party to do, which can be regarded as the interest just now.
Look at how kind he is. He didn't shout or kill, he just made the other party tired from running around.
Then, after Goethe handled the reporters with ease, he walked out of the restaurant.
At this time, the value in Goethe's reputation column has reached 20!
And this is far from the limit. Goethe knew very well that tomorrow, after what happened here is reported, his reputation will be greatly improved again.
"It's an unexpected gain, right?"
Goethe thought so and prepared to board the carriage.
And at this time——
"Mr. Marple?"
There was a shout from behind.
It was the young man with three bodyguards in the restaurant before.
At this time, the other party did not let the bodyguard follow him. Instead, he signaled the bodyguard to stay where he was and walked towards Goethe alone.
In order to maintain the character of Poirot Marple, Goethe stopped and turned to look at him.
"I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Marple."
"Your reasoning is really wonderful, just like the novel you wrote!"
"And your own experience must be more exciting than your novel!"
The other party walked over quickly and praised him repeatedly.
"Thank you for the compliment."
Goethe responded with a smile.
"No, no no!"
"I'm not complimenting you, I'm telling the truth!"
The young man lowered his voice as he spoke and wrote a symbol with his finger.
Suddenly, Goethe's pupils shrank.
because……
That’s the graphic language he hides in the novel!
