Volume 1: The Gate of Flesh and Blood Chapter 4 Interrogation
Anonymous report letter?
I guess it's a remedy?
Goethe glanced at the body of the assassin and sneered in his heart.
Those 'pursuers' undoubtedly discovered that the hidden man named 'Sokko' did not show up with him on time, so they immediately activated the backup plan - using anonymous letters of complaint to test whether there was any accident in the police station.
No matter what the accident is, using facts as evidence will achieve the other party's ultimate goal: get him out of the police station!
Obviously, there must be someone or something in the police station who can quickly identify whether it is a lie.
Moreover, the other party did this because he must have believed that the "serial killer" would definitely attract someone who possessed this item or this ability.
'The Hunter's' plan was perfect.
pity……
The only thing he had miscalculated was that he had not actually killed Hader.
More importantly, what the other party didn't expect was that he killed the "hidden man" Soko.
"If that's the case, it seems like we could be a little bolder!"
Goethe realized that the situation could be exploited and immediately came up with a plan in his mind.
Why did he come to the police station?
In search of protection.
What if we could solve the problem once and for all?
Of course it couldn't be better.
However, this plan requires someone's cooperation.
Thinking of this, he looked at Sheriff Swart in front of him, and the corners of his mouth curled up again, revealing a smile.
"I didn't kill Hader."
Goethe said with certainty, smiling.
“No one will admit to killing someone.”
Facing Goethe who denied it flatly, Swart, who was drunk, laughed and said calmly: "I hope you can say it directly. This is for your own good."
There was no inflection in the tone, even with the threat.
If you were not in the interrogation room, you would not be able to tell that the other party was interrogating Goethe. Instead, it was a bit like meeting someone familiar in a bar and nodding to say hello.
But this made Goethe frown secretly.
The Swat in front of him is most likely the kind of guy who just lives for the day.
and……
He should still be the kind of person who doesn’t mind using his rights to benefit himself.
Goethe glanced at the other man's coat and leather shoes. It was obvious that the material and craftsmanship were no worse than his own - you know, this suit was custom-made for him by Goethe's parents to celebrate his 18th birthday when the Wayne family was still in decline. Although it didn't come with a cane, it still cost 7 gold grams.
According to Goethe's memory, an elite lawyer who could go in and out of the city hall would have a weekly salary of around 2-3 gold grams.
They are definitely above the middle class.
A sheriff's salary obviously does not reach such an income.
As for where the money comes from?
Of course it is obvious.
It is naturally difficult for Goethe to get such a guy to "cooperate".
Goethe was even sure that if he let the other party do what he wanted, the current situation would most likely be glossed over, just like his disappeared 'family members' - you know, although his home was not in the center of Luster, it was also in the urban area, and similar continuous disappearances had occurred there. As the sheriff, Swart could not have been unaware of this, but the other party still pretended not to know.
These are enough to illustrate the problem.
But fortunately, the other party was not the one in charge.
Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Goethe's face again, and he spoke again in a very affirmative tone.
"I didn't kill Hader."
This answer made Swart raise an eyebrow.
Swart's patience clearly runs out.
He was pretending to be calm the moment before, but now he raised his voice
"No?"
"Although we will hang murderers when we face them, we will interrogate them, identify the scene, confirm again, then detain them, and finally hang them!"
“This process is very long.”
As the sheriff spoke, he walked up to Goethe, as if he wanted to give him a sense of oppression. However, as soon as he straightened up, he burped.
The smell of alcohol was overwhelming.
Goethe did not dodge. He looked at the sheriff, kept smiling, and said in a firm tone: "I did not kill Hard."
He really didn't kill Hader.
It was Goethe who killed him, not him.
After saying that, he closed his eyes and no longer looked at the people in the interrogation room.
At the signal from Swart's eyes, the middle-aged patrolman who had been standing nearby immediately raised the baton in his hand, ready to teach Goethe a lesson. But before the baton fell, Swart suddenly thought of something and immediately waved his hand to stop his subordinate.
"I hope you're telling the truth."
Swart said, changing his mind, and turned away.
The door to the interrogation room closed again.
Goethe closed his eyes and listened to the dull sound of the door hitting the door frame, and his heart was certain.
"really!"
"There is someone or something in the police station that can tell if someone is lying!"
“This is naturally also in the realm of the extraordinary!”
"This indirectly proves my previous speculation about the official control of the world in front of me. In this way, my previous plan can succeed!"
Quickly, Goethe began to perfect his plan in his mind.
He wants to make everything make sense.
Or to be more precise...
Treat the disease with the right medicine!
Although the official extraordinary people are there, they obviously won't care about "trivial matters".
In this case...
Then let everything become what the other person cares about!
Goethe made up his mind.
…
In the room next to the interrogation room, stood a man wearing a tuxedo with a white shirt underneath.
This room was about the same size as an interrogation room, with no furnishings at all, and only one man standing in the room.
The man looked down at the pocket watch in his hand, and after Swart walked in, the man spoke directly.
"He didn't lie."
As he spoke, the man did not even look at Swart, his eyes fixed on the pocket watch in his hand. Swart did not dare to neglect him, and smiled almost flatteringly, asking in a tone of inquiry: "Then how should we deal with him?"
"Just follow the normal process."
After receiving the man's affirmative answer, Swart bowed and returned to the interrogation room.
"Imprison Goethe first."
“Then, investigate the entire case in detail.”
"This guy Soko?"
"Throw this guy to the morgue first, and wait until the final result comes out before dealing with it."
As soon as he entered the interrogation room, Swart said to the middle-aged patrolman.
Immediately, the middle-aged patrolman breathed a sigh of relief and smiled as if a burden had been lifted off his shoulders - the middle-aged patrolman was not stupid. As a bystander of everything, he could see that Goethe was in big trouble. Once he was infected, it would be terrible. He might even lose his life. This weekly salary was not worth his life.
"You're lucky, kid!"
"Go to the cell first!"
"Although the environment is not good, it is at least safer than outside!"
As he spoke, the middle-aged patrolman walked towards Goethe, and the two younger patrolmen were also not surprised.
Everything was just as Goethe had guessed.
Faced with the possible trouble he might bring, these guys decided to just deal with it half-heartedly.
Seeing the three people getting closer and closer and about to lift him up, Goethe refused to cooperate and began to struggle violently.
Suddenly, the middle-aged patrolman became very angry.
This time, without Swart's signal, the middle-aged patrolman raised his baton.
Goethe looked at the baton that was about to fall, and immediately shouted in a roaring voice:
"Come on! Hit me!"
"In less than a month, my grandfather died of a sudden illness, my parents disappeared, and then my three uncles and my aunt disappeared. My three cousins also disappeared overnight. Then, my only aunt also disappeared on her way here to report the crime!"
"And me?"
"Before I could react, I was driven out of my house !"
"Now!"
"When I finally escaped from that 'ritual', got some clues, and sought cooperation with you, what I faced was imprisonment and beatings?"
"If that's the case..."
"Come on, I'm right here!"
By the end of his shouting, Goethe was almost hoarse.
"Asshole, do you think I dare not?"
The middle-aged patrolman roared.
As for what Goethe said?
He doesn't care at all.
Something about death from illness or disappearance.
Unless it is reported, it does not exist.
And if someone disappeared on the way to report the case, then that doesn’t mean he or she has not been reported and the case does not exist.
Of course, even if you report it to the police, it still doesn’t exist as long as it’s not recorded.
The middle-aged patrolman, who was too familiar with the whole process, was too lazy to explain it to Goethe. He just wanted to teach Goethe a lesson.
But at this moment——
Boom!
Suddenly, there was a muffled knocking sound on one side of the wall .
Swart, who was watching the joke with his arms crossed, immediately changed his expression and shouted, "Wait!"
