Volume 1: The Gate of Flesh and Blood Chapter 55 Goethe: I have special communication skills!
According to the doctor's annotation, all the bodies in the morgue died of illness and accidents.
However, according to Goethe's examination, some of these bodies were murdered!
"There are a total of 17 bodies in the morgue. In addition to the 13 bodies that died of natural causes, there are four bodies that were obviously strangled to death. Moreover, these four bodies are strong, with calluses on their fingers and palms. They are obviously well-trained, but there is no sign of resistance at all!"
“And they were all delivered at almost the same time!”
"so……"
"Drug?"
Goethe could not help speculating.
Then Goethe glanced at the doctor's signature on the files of the four bodies that were deemed accidents: Mur.
However, Goethe immediately shook his head.
What does this have to do with him?
He is just a corpse mover.
At least, within a week, before he truly understood this "secret realm", he was a competent "corpse mover".
With three months' time, Goethe made a preliminary plan.
But plans are never as fast as changes.
When he was off work, Goethe received a notice from the vice-president.
"You don't have to come tomorrow!"
The vice president named 'Mul' said coldly.
"Don't you need to ask why?"
"All you need to know is that you're fired."
"Now……"
"Please go collect your wages, and then leave the hospital."
Moreover, without waiting for Goethe to ask, the vice-president continued.
After saying that, the other party turned and left.
Goethe narrowed his eyes and looked at the other person's back, his gaze slightly fixed.
His past career in his hometown made him instinctively realize that something was wrong.
"I hope it's not what I thought!"
Goethe whispered to himself.
Goethe didn't want some 'things' to happen before he had a thorough understanding of this strange environment.
But just as plans are not as fast as changes.
Reality often doesn't turn out as we wish.
As soon as Goethe received his wages for the day and left the hospital, he keenly realized that he was being followed.
The other party's tracking skills are very poor.
Or rather...
Don't bother hiding.
After taking a look at the two burly men following him, Goethe quickened his pace.
The two burly men chased after him with grim smiles.
After Goethe was sandwiched between the left and right, a dagger was pointed at his waist.
"If you don't want to die, follow me."
The attacker holding the dagger spoke in a low voice.
"well."
Goethe looked panic-stricken.
Then, he obediently followed the two burly men into an alley.
"I told you, there's no need to be so careful. The boss is always too cautious."
"He's just a corpse mover. After Dirk has dealt with the vice president, he can be dealt with as well."
“There’s no need for us to come all the way here.”
As soon as he walked into the alley, the unarmed attacker looked at Goethe who was trembling all over, and couldn't help but curl his lips and said.
"It was because of the boss's caution that we were able to kill those four guys with minimal losses!"
"Besides, if one of them finds out something is wrong and runs away, our six months of work will be wasted. Once that guy becomes alert, we won't have a second chance."
The attacker, wielding a dagger, warned.
In front of Goethe, the two of them did not hide anything.
Because, in the eyes of both of them, Goethe was already a dead man.
The dead are the best at keeping secrets.
Dirk?
Planning for half a year?
That guy is alert?
Goethe listened carefully.
If he initially judged that the four men were involved in a gang fight, he is now not so sure.
Of course, faced with uncertain answers, Goethe didn't mind asking.
He believed that the two attackers in front of him would be happy to cooperate.
After all, he has a special way of communicating.
Just as the attacker with a dagger was about to cut his neck, he raised his hand and grabbed the other's wrist.
Click!
The extraordinary level of [Unarmed Combat] and [Mastery of Grappling], coupled with a physical fitness that is nearly three times that of an ordinary person, crushed the opponent's wrist in an instant.
The dagger fell straight down and was caught by Goethe, who then thrust it into the attacker's throat, completely silencing the attacker's scream that had not been uttered.
The remaining attacker was stunned and didn't react at all.
By the time the other party reacted, Goethe had already kicked him down, covered his mouth, and stabbed him more than twenty times, avoiding the vital parts.
Not fatal.
But it hurts!
The person with his mouth blocked has started to twitch.
"I ask questions and you answer them, understand?"
Goethe said, and put the dagger against the other's neck. After the other nodded frantically, Goethe pulled out the handkerchief that was used to gag him.
"How many of you are there?"
"Four."
"Who are they?"
"Me, Syl, Tucker, and the eldest brother 'Zhuo Ta'."
"Who were the four people we killed earlier?"
"It's a small mercenary group of 'sword bearers'."
"Who is that guy you are talking about?"
"Andinan is a rich kid who just inherited his mother's estate and is preparing to travel. The Sword Bearer is a group of unknown guys who were introduced to each other. The two parties have not met yet, so we plan to pretend to be the Sword Bearer and become his bodyguard, and then kidnap him."
"The middleman has been silenced by the boss."
Goethe asked a question and the other party answered it.
Later on, there was no need for Goethe to ask, he just told him everything.
Because it hurts so much.
Not only does it hurt, but the other person can also clearly feel the blood flowing out of his body.
The shadow of death made the other party collapse in an instant.
Some people are like this, they don't care about other people's lives, but when it comes to their own lives?
But I don't cherish it enough.
"Where is your base?"
Goethe continued to ask.
This time, the other party was a little hesitant, but when Goethe stabbed him again, the other party immediately shouted.
"At, at Chuck Street, number 21!"
"Chuck Street?"
Goethe quickly found the location of the street in his memory, then he nodded and continued: "Very good, I am very satisfied with your answer. Now I ask you again, how many people are there?"
Another question.
And, not the last time.
Afterwards, the order of questions was disrupted.
After repeating it four times, Goethe confirmed that the other party was not lying.
Seeing that the opponent was almost dying due to blood loss, Goethe slashed the opponent's neck with the dagger in his hand.
Then, he Goethe quickly cleaned up the battlefield.
Two daggers, two wallets, but no gun was found.
He wiped the dagger clean out of habit and inserted it into his waist - although he was more accustomed to sleeves and trouser legs, there were no corresponding straps, so Goethe could only settle for the next best thing.
Next, Goethe counted his wallet.
Total banknotes in the wallet: 76.
Metal coins: 6 gold crowns, 7 silver crowns, 8 copper crowns.
Among them, 1 paper note represents 1 silver.
The salary he just received was 8 dollars a week, which was also his entire net worth.
After putting all the banknotes and coins in his wallet, Goethe glanced at the wealth column, still [0/100], nothing happened.
"Can't even break through 1?"
"really……"
“Accumulating wealth is a difficult but joyful process!”
Goethe talked to himself while gently stroking the coins in his hand.
The smell of banknotes and the touch of coins always made Goethe feel inexplicably fond of them.
After a few seconds, Goethe left the alley and headed back toward the hospital.
It wasn't that he was greedy for money, but Goethe simply thought he needed to talk to Vice President Mull about the issue of "unemployment compensation" after he was fired for no reason.
In the way he's good at.
