Volume 1: The Gate of Flesh and Blood Chapter 22 News!
When he was in his hometown, Goethe, who used to work part-time as a "cleaner", saw quite a lot of corpses and many disgusting scenes.
Therefore, he was not uncomfortable with the scene of corpses strewn all over No. 32 Xiaodurian Street.
On the contrary, it is a bit friendly.
Then, in this familiar feeling of intimacy, Goethe suddenly discovered a strong sense of disharmony.
The whole scene is so 'clean'!
Not 'clean' in the traditional sense!
The scene with corpses, blood and destruction can't be called 'clean'.
The real cleanliness is for the ' cleaners '.
What's missing here...
arms!
Just like the body next to him, tall and strong, with hands full of calluses, especially the base of the hands, which were covered with a thick layer of calluses. With just a quick glance, Goethe's mind suddenly emerged with the scene of the other party holding a greatsword or a war hammer in both hands.
However, there are no such weapons at 32 Little Durian Street.
On his left hand side, there was a corpse whose entire body was embedded in the wall, but one could still see that the person's skin was dark, with only the skin on the first and second knuckles of his left and right middle fingers slightly white.
ring?
It looks a lot like the marks left by wearing a ring for a long time.
But in fact, it should be a ring-like ring with a fishing line in the middle, one end connected to the ring and the other end connected to a mechanism that can launch a crossbow arrow.
Goethe turned around and found two tiny holes on the wall opposite the corpse, but there was no crossbow arrow that caused the holes. It was obviously pulled out by someone, just like the two-handed weapon that the corpse used before.
"Someone 'cleaned' the scene between when Morey left and when Swart came!"
Goethe came to the conclusion with a slightly cold look in his eyes.
Why is he here?
For the possible existence of [Bloody Honor]!
And [Bloody Honor] is attached to the ‘murder weapon’!
Now, the weapon representing the ‘murder weapon’ has been cleaned up, and [Bloody Honor] has naturally disappeared.
This was absolutely unacceptable to Goethe.
"Swart!"
Goethe shouted directly.
Swart, who had been standing outside No. 32 Little Durian Street, walked in reluctantly. With every step he took, the sheriff would pay attention to the blood, minced meat and other disgusting things under his feet.
"Someone 'cleaned' the battlefield before you came and took some things away."
Seeing Swart's hesitation, Goethe spoke directly.
"Um?"
The sheriff was stunned for a moment, then ran out angrily.
This time, the sheriff didn't care about the things under his feet. After he rushed out, he grabbed the collar of a subordinate and cursed: "I told you, before I came, you are not allowed to move anything at the scene!"
"Those things are mine!"
"mine!"
"Only after I have selected, the remaining ones are yours!"
"Do you understand?"
"asshole!"
While yelling and cursing, Swart punched the other person in the face.
Bang!
The beaten patrolman staggered back.
"Sheriff, I didn't!"
"Everyone can testify!"
The patrolman covered his face with his hands, looking aggrieved.
Swart looked at the other patrolmen, who nodded repeatedly.
The police chief immediately calmed down. He believed that perhaps one or two of his subordinates dared to deceive him, but it was impossible for all of them to deceive him - because, within No. 32, Xiaodurian Street, he could not achieve such benefits.
So, the sheriff looked at Goethe again.
"Use your connections to track down the two-handed swords, hammer weapons, and hidden arrows that appear starting today."
"We also asked the surrounding residents if they had seen anyone suspicious."
Goethe said so.
"So they are some weapons... Don't worry, leave them to me!"
Swart said this, but he was still worried and returned to the room again. When he found that the wallets and other belongings of the bodies were still there, and the underground storage rooms and other things had not been touched, the sheriff breathed a sigh of relief.
But before I could completely relax, I heard Goethe whisper in my ear:
"half."
The whisper was even more terrifying than the devil's whisper. The sheriff's face suddenly twisted, as if he was wearing a mask of pain.
However, the sheriff did not dare to refute.
Not only is he a little afraid of Goethe from the bottom of his heart, but also because Goethe is now replacing Morey.
After adding the two together, the sheriff could only bear it silently.
At this time, Goethe was already searching in the underground storage room.
Strips of air-dried bacon and fish are neatly arranged.
There are also cans sealed with corks next to them.
Then, there were two perfectly sealed boxes.
Both boxes are square, with a side length of about one meter, and are very conspicuous when placed there.
Swart opened the two boxes excitedly, and then exclaimed with joy.
"It's munitions!"
The sheriff's eyes lit up as he looked at the revolvers, rifles, and explosives neatly arranged in the box.
Especially after quickly estimating the value of these things, he began to dance with joy.
This was truly a windfall for the sheriff.
But when he thought that Goethe wanted to share it in half, the sheriff's face immediately fell.
By this time Goethe had already come down from the second floor.
The second floor was half collapsed, leaving basically no place to stand, and all you could see was dust.
"There are no footprints on the dust on the second floor. The other party did not go upstairs. He must have 'cleaned' the first floor and left quickly. Moreover, the things in the basement storage room were not moved!"
Goethe thought, frowning slightly.
He is not afraid of encountering some greedy enemies.
The more greedy the enemy is, the more flaws he will reveal.
On the contrary, it was this somewhat greedy and extremely cautious enemy that made Goethe feel helpless.
The simplest scenario is that if the other party hides these weapons and waits until the storm has passed before making a move, it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack for Goethe.
When Goethe thought of this, his face turned grim.
"Don't worry, I will definitely get those things back!"
Swart patted his chest and assured.
"Um."
"The rest is up to you."
Goethe nodded without comment, turned around and got on the hotel carriage and returned to the Pine Nut Hotel.
He came here to seek [Bloody Honor].
Now that I don’t have any, I naturally won’t stay for long.
As for more things?
With the two boxes of ammunition, he believed that Swart would be able to handle it.
Including tracking down the whereabouts of missing weapons.
call!
Goethe let out a long sigh and returned disappointed, quickly adjusting his mood in the carriage.
Don't dwell on a temporary failure unless you want to fail all the time!
Goethe understood this truth when he was in his hometown.
And, persist in doing so by practicing it yourself.
Now, in this strange world, Goethe will naturally become more persistent.
"Life is always like this, it won't be smooth sailing."
"What I need to do now is to have a good rest, and then..."
"There are equally important things waiting for me tomorrow!"
Goethe would never forget Morey's advice: 'Starting tomorrow at 3pm, go to 'No. 10, rue de Fevres' to find Mrs. Burns and learn the extraordinary language.'
He kept it in mind.
Moreover, Goethe felt a little comforted that he no longer had to sleep on a chair or in a sleeping bag and could now lie in bed to sleep.
However, when he got off the carriage, he saw the security chief standing in front of the hotel waiting for him.
Seeing him get off the carriage, the other party immediately came over and whispered:
"Master Goethe, there is something I need to tell you about..."
"Your aunt!"
