Volume 1: The Gate of Flesh and Blood Chapter 42: Prelude to the Storm
Pulley is dead.
The body of the secret keeper who came to provide support was hanged at the intersection of Songzi Street District.
There was a big hole in his chest.
His eyes were wide open, and he died with his eyes open.
There was still some surprise and disbelief on the face of the secret keeper who came to support.
Morey gently put the body down and examined it carefully bit by bit.
Goethe stood beside Morey, silent.
He also had a similar experience of bidding farewell to his friends when he was in his hometown.
He knew very well that at this moment, any words would be superfluous.
What we want is an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth!
What I want is...
Blood debt must be paid with blood!
Swart raised his hand to signal the surrounding patrol officers to step back and impose martial law in the surrounding area.
The sheriff frowned, his face showing deep anxiety.
Mrs. Pence was seriously injured last night.
Puli died at noon today.
Both of them are people he needs to look up to.
Now one is dead and one is seriously injured.
"What happened to Luster?"
“It feels more and more dangerous.”
"Do you really want to take a long vacation?"
The sheriff was thinking in his heart, and at this time Morey spoke to Goethe.
"Goethe, look at the back of Prie's hand."
Goethe immediately leaned over and began to examine the back of Prie's hand.
The purple mark is very obvious.
Not corpse spots!
But it is the mark left behind during his lifetime!
Goethe took the opportunity to check other parts of Puli's body.
Apart from a large puncture wound on his chest, there were no other scars.
And that wound...
Goethe frowned, stretched out his hand to gesture, and suddenly clenched his fist. The wound easily accommodated Goethe's fist.
Almost at this moment, Goethe's mind appeared the scene where Pri met the murderer and punched him, and the murderer also punched him without giving in.
As a result, Puli's punch was ineffective.
The murderer's fist pierced through Puli.
"Can a fist punch through a person?!"
Swart, who was standing by, watched Goethe's gestures and couldn't help but let out a soft cry.
“A lot of people can do it.”
"But, being able to punch through Priy's body..."
Morey narrowed his eyes.
As Puli's former partner, Morey knows Puli's strength clearly.
After completing the "baptism", Puli is not only strong enough to knock down a galloping horse, but also has excellent defense. He is unscathed even when facing continuous shooting from a revolver at close range.
More importantly, Puli's fighting skills are quite excellent.
With a combination of strength, defense and skills, Pooley has almost no weaknesses.
This is also the reason why he felt relieved to let Puli go to investigate.
"Who could it be?"
Morey thought.
As far as he knew, no one in Lust could do such a thing.
Even 'The Fog Killer' is no exception.
The opponent's strength is weird, but his close combat skills are not as good as Puli's.
Even if the opponent dares to engage in close combat with Puli, he will definitely be the one to die.
Morey, who has fought against the 'Mist Killer' more than once, is very sure of this.
Putting aside the 'Killer in the Fog' and the 'Church of Flesh and Blood' whose 'hunting team' had been completely wiped out, Morey subconsciously thought of one person: the owner of the Pine Nut Hotel.
It seems that in the whole of Lust, only he can do this.
Moreover, this is outside the Matsuko District, and Puli also came here to investigate the other party.
only……
"Wouldn't that be too obvious?"
Morey thought about it, but did not hesitate.
"Goethe, return to Fevrey 11."
"Tell Kyle to suspend his Tufu language studies this afternoon. We'll talk about everything after Mrs. Pence recovers."
The official person in charge of the extraordinary said to Goethe.
Then, without giving Goethe a chance to speak, he gave orders to Swart.
"Sheriff Swart, please bring back Pulley's body first. At the same time, send a telegram to inform us of what happened here."
"Okay, Mr. Morey."
Swart agreed immediately.
Morey squatted down again. He raised his hand to close his friend's eyes, then looked at him quietly and recited in a very low voice:
“We listen to secrets, we keep secrets, and we receive secrets.”
"final……"
"We will become secrets too."
“Be remembered .”
After three times in a row, Morey stood up again.
"Don't worry, I won't die."
The official person in charge of the extraordinary in Luster spoke to Goethe seriously.
Goethe nodded.
Then, he watched Morey walk towards the Pine Nut Street District.
"Should we follow?"
Swart looked at Morey's back and asked hesitantly.
"unnecessary."
"Morey is not going to die."
"If the murderer is that guy..."
"He has achieved his goal and will not attack again!"
Goethe answered very calmly.
"Has the goal been achieved?"
The sheriff was a little puzzled.
Goethe said nothing more, but pointed at Pri's body.
The opponent has the ability to kill Puli in seconds. Even if it is unexpected, it is enough to prove that the opponent is very powerful and he can kill him in an instant!
Under such circumstances, the other party had enough time to deal with Puli's body.
But how did the other party do it?
Puli's body was hung openly at the entrance of the block.
Or the Pine Nut District, a place where rich and noble people live.
The other party wished that everyone in Lust knew that Pri was dead.
Why do this?
Attract the Keeper's attention!
Almost instantly, Goethe came up with the answer.
And the next moment, Swat also widened his eyes.
The sheriff thought of this, too.
"Why did this guy do this?"
"There's no benefit in being targeted!"
Swart was quite puzzled.
"Of course there are benefits."
"We just don't know it yet!"
"Swat, send someone to keep a close eye on the surroundings. If there's anything unusual, notify me immediately!"
Goethe concealed the news of the 'secret place'.
Although he was only an apprentice secret keeper, Goethe still followed the secret keeper's rules.
"Yes, I understand."
Swart sprang into action.
Goethe returned to 11 Febvre by carriage.
He adjusted himself to the best condition just in case.
Although he had guessed that the 'other party's goal' had been achieved, who could guarantee that no accidents would happen?
Goethe was not a man of blind confidence.
We had a safe journey and returned to No. 11 Fevrey.
Goethe frowned before he even got out of the carriage.
He saw a familiar carriage at the door of No. 11 Fevrey.
yes……
Sheila's carriage!
The top star of the garden club also saw Goethe, so he pushed open the door and got out of the car, walked to Goethe's carriage, and raised his hand to knock twice.
"Can you please let me in the car?"
Sheila smiled sweetly.
"cannot!"
Goethe answered decisively.
"Don't you want to talk to me?"
Sheila blinked.
"In no mood!"
Goethe said this, got out of the carriage and walked straight towards No. 11 Febri.
Looking at Goethe's back, Sheila was not in a hurry at all. She said in a slow voice:
"I know the secret of the Wayne family!"
