Volume 1: The Gate of Flesh and Blood Chapter 24: If revenge is left overnight, it will be as uncomfortable as eating leftover fried rice!
The voice seemed to have a magical power, making Goethe confused.
But when the word "go home" sounded, Goethe came to his senses.
'Home'?
Although he doesn’t know whether he can go back, this is not his home!
Looking at the hand coming towards him, Goethe took a step back and dodged it.
Krista Wayne was stunned.
Obviously, this situation was not expected.
And Goethe?
Without any hesitation, he turned and left.
"Wait, Goethe!"
“You can’t leave!”
"Come back!"
From behind, he heard his 'aunt' calling out.
Goethe had no intention of looking back, and even walked faster.
"ah!"
A sharp, piercing cry echoed behind him.
The shock wave that followed caused Goethe to fall to the ground. He was dizzy and saw some broken images.
The dark and damp underground.
Sharp meat hook.
A long, narrow carving knife.
Three or four people wearing hooded robes, whose faces could not be seen clearly.
Christa Wayne was cut again and again.
Finally, the sharp meat hook penetrated into Krista Wayne's mouth, pressed against the upper teeth, and went straight into the brain, hanging her on the ceiling.
besides……
The sign at No. 13 Guta Street.
The picture froze in an instant.
Goethe turned over and sat up, gasping for breath.
Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he felt extremely tired, as if he had been staying up late for ten days in a row, and had been working hard every day to the extreme.
And this is not an illusion.
The word "tired" also appeared in the [Status Bar] that only Goethe could see.
Goethe frowned.
He was not surprised by this kind of "fatigue", but he was still frightened.
If he hadn't woken up instantly just now and let that 'Christa Wayne' grab his hand, I'm afraid...
"Death is the only outcome!"
Goethe, who had figured out the answer, got out of bed and went into the bathroom.
The cold water washed over my cheeks.
Goethe quickly calmed down.
"Why did this...'supernatural phenomenon' just happen?"
Goethe thought.
Almost subconsciously, the three IOUs handed to him by the hotel security chief came to his memory. The other party was the only person who mentioned "his aunt" to him recently.
Could it be the other party?
Or is it the boss behind the other party?
After a moment, Goethe shook his head.
He is now living in the other party's hotel, so it would be very easy for the other party to take action against him.
There is no need for such an approach.
Of course, it could also be a cover-up.
All the previous actions that seemed to be aimed at maintaining the hotel's reputation were for the "killer move" at this moment.
This is a possibility.
Another possibility is, 'The Killer in the Fog'.
After a series of failures, the other party began to use more direct means.
It was not used at first, probably because it consumed too much energy.
And now, the anger after continuous failures has made the other party reckless.
However, the other party still failed.
Moreover, it let him know more.
For example: No. 13 Guta Street.
"My aunt said she called the police, but she was kidnapped before she even left Guta Street... Wait, what if this is also a trap?"
Goethe narrowed his eyes.
According to the previous performance of the 'Killer in the Fog', this is most likely a trap.
However, Goethe soon came up with a countermeasure.
Swart!
Although it would be more appropriate to contact the security director of the Pine Hotel directly, Goethe chose to give up because of his suspicion just now.
He didn't dare to gamble.
After all, we only have one life.
“Maybe this is also part of the other party’s calculations?”
Goethe thought and walked downstairs quickly.
At this time, there is still some time before dawn.
The whole of Lust was quiet, not to mention the Pine Nut District where the rich and nobles lived.
There was no one else except the patrolman on the block.
And that was enough for Goethe.
"I'll ask Swart to call a carriage for me."
Goethe said.
The two patrolmen knew Goethe and had heard some rumors about him.
Without any hesitation, just do it.
When Goethe walked into Swart's office, the sheriff was still asleep.
Hearing the sound of the door being pushed open, the sheriff looked up dazedly, and when he saw Goethe, his face was filled with surprise.
"Shouldn't you be getting ready for your morning exercise with Ms. Beatrice at this time?"
"Or..."
"You've been exercising until now and you haven't slept yet?!"
Seeing Goethe's exhausted face, Swart immediately perked up. He crawled out of his sleeping bag and asked with a gossipy look on his face, "I heard about what happened last night! You took away Ms. Beatrice, who is even more beautiful than Ms. Sheila!"
"You didn't tell me anything last night."
"She looks pretty amazing!"
Swart tutted.
Goethe?
He chose to turn a blind eye.
What can he do?
He couldn't possibly say Beatrice was a man, could he?
Still a middle-aged man.
If this gets out, let alone what Morey will do, he himself will be disgusted to death.
So, Goethe had a serious look on his face at this time .
"Three things."
"1. I need a 'brave and fearless' person to investigate No. 13 Guta Street. Please help me find one in secret."
"2. I need you to go to the Luster Daily newspaper office in person and ask them to publish a cat search notice in today's newspaper - looking for a pure black, seven-year-old cat. The reward is 1 gold gram, 11 silver strings, and 7 copper dimes, and the name must be signed 'xyz'. This must be done in a high-profile manner."
"3. When you come back, bring me some breakfast. This is very important."
After saying that, Goethe picked up the blanket and sleeping bag beside him.
Looking at Goethe who had spread out the blanket and got into the sleeping bag but didn't pull up the sleeping bag, Swart muttered to himself.
"I am not your servant."
Goethe heard it clearly, he closed his eyes and said.
"profitable."
"At your service, sir."
The sheriff immediately bowed respectfully, walked out and closed the door gently.
Time passes by every second.
The sky soon brightened.
When Goethe heard Swart's footsteps, he got out of his sleeping bag, even though he was not really asleep.
"nailed it."
"A prisoner who wanted to redeem himself for his crime became a 'brave and fearless' person under my 'persuasion'."
"The editor-in-chief of the newspaper has a good relationship with me, and they always reserve some space for breaking news, which is more than enough to publish a missing cat notice."
"And here's your breakfast—two meat patties and a lemon."
"The minced meat is beef, and the lemon is the freshest, which is not cheap."
Swart said, handing over the breakfast.
Goethe walked out holding his coat in one hand and the pie in the other.
"Walk."
He said.
"At least you have to eat breakfast, right?"
Swart took his breakfast and chased after him.
"Same in the carriage."
"That's right."
"Bring some more explosives, and prepare a team of fully armed men. Ten minutes after we set out, disperse and set out in secret, and ambush outside Guta Street."
Goethe said, quickening his pace.
He understands the principle that speed is of the essence in war.
Just as he knew how to attack by surprise.
The carriage stopped at No. 1 Guta Street, the location of the Wayne family's old house.
"I hope the news published in the newspaper will attract your attention."
Goethe thought so and looked at the 'brave and fearless' man opposite him.
The other person's face was bruised and swollen, and it was almost impossible to recognize his original appearance.
Facing Goethe's gaze, the other party was very afraid.
"Go to No. 13, which should be a basement or something like that. There is a sharp meat hook and a long, narrow meat-cutting knife. Find them, bring them out, and then you will be free!"
Swart admonished him.
The weapon that killed Christa Wayne was the sharp meat hook.
The reason why Goethe wanted both was to cover up and lay the groundwork for future lies.
His behavior of collecting "murder weapons" will sooner or later be targeted by others, so he must be prepared in advance.
"Okay, okay, Sheriff."
The young man stammered, jumped off the carriage, and ran into No. 13 Guta Street.
"Don't worry, he is a very good 'golden finger' on the streets of Luster. He is the best at finding things and is also very careful."
Looking at Goethe looking at No. 13 Guta Street, Swart said.
"Then how did you catch him?"
Goethe asked.
"He was careful enough, but his companions were not careful enough, and they were also very greedy and cowardly. Four copper coins told me where he was hiding."
Swart said proudly.
Then, the sheriff began to tell his story of catching a thief.
Goethe rolled his eyes when he heard this.
It's not that it's not interesting enough.
But it's too limitless.
At least, from beginning to end, Swart did not pay the four coppers, and even sold the other party to a chimney sweep - in a way similar to selling "commodities".
“Save a penny, earn a penny!”
“That’s two sums of money!”
Swart said with a grin.
But Goethe looked out the window again.
The person who had left before had returned, holding a sharp hook and a meat-cutting knife in his hands, and was jogging towards him. His speed was faster than before, and his steps were becoming lighter.
Especially the posture of holding the meat hook in the left hand and the meat cutting , all of which are reverse grips.
Swart didn't notice any of this.
He opened the door and stepped out of the carriage, smiling.
"See what I said?"
"He will definitely be able to do it."
As he spoke, the sheriff prepared to greet the other party.
Of course, it was not a triumphant welcome.
He was ready to take the hook and the meat-cleaver and send the other person back to prison.
As for violating the agreement?
A criminal is qualified to make an agreement?
Swart thought righteously.
Then……
The meat-cleaver came with a strong wind.
Suddenly, Swart's crotch felt wet.
