Volume 1: The Gate of Flesh and Blood Chapter 58: Good security in Hessetings!
When someone points a gun at them, most people will make the right choice.
The person in front of me is no exception.
"Wait, don't shoot, I mean no harm!"
The other party shouted and raised his hands as hard as he could.
Goethe, who was holding a gun, did not lower the gun, but looked at the alley where the other party rushed out.
There, three figures rushed out.
Two of them pinned the other to the ground and handcuffed him while beating him.
The black uniform and handcuffs reveal the other party's identity.
The remaining one looked at Goethe.
Or to be more precise, the other party glanced at the revolver in Goethe's hand and spoke.
"Good morning, sir."
"Although hunting rifles are not prohibited in Hessettins, you need to register your revolver with the police."
Although the other party reminded him, his tone was condescending, and he looked at Goethe with a scrutinizing gaze.
This made Goethe frown slightly.
At this time, a fat face blocked such scrutiny.
"Mr. Marple has come to Hasedings for the first time today. He is not familiar with this place. However, such a gentleman will certainly abide by the rules here. I will take him to register."
"and……"
"You don't suspect him of being the murderer at Saint-Els Hospital?"
The sarcastic words made the policeman in front of him glare at Hunter.
But Hunter's sarcasm did not stop.
"If you have some spare time to catch petty thieves like this, you might as well investigate why someone broke into 21 Chalk Street and why my tenants disappeared."
Chuck Street?
Isn’t it such a coincidence?
Goethe glanced at Hunter in surprise.
The police outside the carriage glared at Hunter again, turned around and quickly left with the person they had just caught.
Looking at the other person's departing back, Hunter did not forget to shout.
"Remember, we pay taxes so we can be protected, not questioned!"
The sound is quite high.
Everyone around can hear it.
Suddenly, the other party left at a faster pace.
Looking at the other person's hurriedly leaving back, Goethe sighed in his heart.
The difficulty of reproducing Luster’s scene has increased!
When the other party left, his eyes were quite unfriendly.
And that condescending attitude...
Goethe began to wonder in his heart whether he should adjust his plan.
"Hmph, I don't know what you mean."
Hunter snorted coldly, then turned his head and smiled at Goethe: "Mr. Marple, you don't have to pay attention to these guys. They only scare ordinary people. They are always the last to arrive when something happens."
"Well, I felt it deeply when I encountered robbers and had to cross the no-man's land alone."
Goethe echoed.
Then, he asked without leaving any trace.
"You mentioned Chuck Street earlier?"
"No. 21 Chuck Street is a property I am responsible for. It was previously rented out to a gentleman on a short-term basis. This morning was the day for the second rent payment, but when I went to the door in the morning, I found that the house was already empty."
“Not only are people gone, but things are gone too.”
"Most importantly..."
"I found blood!"
"This is not a good thing. I called the police immediately. Then, they blocked 21 Chuck Street and told me to go back and wait for further notice!"
“Damn it!”
“I shouldn’t have called the police!”
"Every day 21 Chalk Street is blocked, I lose money!"
At this point, Hunter started swearing again.
"So that's how it is."
Unlike the previous bodies, in order to make Poirot Marple's identity safer, Zhuota's body and Goethe at the scene had been processed - the body was no longer in Hessetings.
Almost everything was burned.
Apart from the clothes on his body and the revolver, he only had 140 yuan in banknotes and 60 gold crowns left.
It was also because of this money that Goethe's plan was easier implement.
"The security in Hessetts has always been good, but for some reason, a number of worrying things have happened one after another since yesterday, as if..."
"Calamity suddenly set its sights on Hessetings."
Hunter thought for a moment and gave a description.
"Disaster?"
"How could that be?"
"It must be all an accident!"
Goethe said with a smile.
Hunter naturally would not refute this.
The customer is always right!
Even if the customer is wrong, it is not the customer's fault!
It's his fault!
It is because of this philosophy that Hunter is recognized by every customer.
Of course, Hunter also has the ability to match it.
At least, Goethe was quite satisfied with the house in front of him.
It is a three-story independent building with a small garden where the flowers are colorful and neatly trimmed.
“This is Kimmel Street, close to the core of Hessettins. It’s safe and has a beautiful environment.”
"The first floor has a dining room, living room, kitchen, servants' room and bathroom. The second floor is the master's study and reception room. The third floor is the master's bedroom. I don't recommend you to choose a room with a terrace. Not only is it expensive, but also because the weather in Hasartines is always cloudy and rainy. The rain that keeps falling will always make you feel that the terrace is useless."
"Also, there is a basement here that can store abundant food and wine."
After getting off the carriage, Hunt took Goethe to visit the house in front of him.
Overall, it meets Goethe's expectations.
"How much is the rent?"
Goethe asked.
"It's 400 yuan a month. If you're willing to pay quarterly, I can give you a 20 yuan discount."
Hunter smiled and quoted a price.
"Can."
Goethe did not bargain, which was inconsistent with his current status.
And, from the simple memory in my head, Kimmel Street is worth the price.
"Your frankness is impressive."
"And I won't let you feel at a disadvantage - when you select male and female servants, I guarantee that you can get their use rights at the lowest price according to your requirements."
Hunter assured.
Then, the other party did the same.
At the agency, Goethe signed contracts with the male servant 'Kai' and the female servant 'Maria' for weekly wages of 5 dollars and 4 dollars respectively.
The butler, Kai, was twenty-five years old, unmarried, and literate.
Maid Maria, 19 years old, unmarried, good at cooking.
It was not until this time that Goethe knew that Hunter was actually the manager of this agency.
"It's been a pleasure working with you, Mr. Marple!"
Hunter shook hands with Goethe, and then took out a gun ownership certificate.
Seeing Goethe's surprised look, Hunter laughed.
"I have a lot of friends in the police department."
“Such a certificate is not difficult to obtain.”
"If you need anything, please remember to find me."
Hunter said this.
"Of course I will."
Goethe promised.
Afterwards, with Hunt's farewell, Goethe got into the carriage with his male and female servants .
The maid and Goethe sat in the carriage.
The butler sat outside with the coachman.
The maid Maria was dressed in a standard maid outfit. At this moment, she lowered her head, placed her hands on her legs, and rubbed her fingertips constantly. She looked a little nervous.
“What kind of dishes are you good at?”
Goethe asked directly.
"Stew, stew."
Maria stammered, then suddenly thought of something and added, "I can also make scrambled eggs with sauce."
"Egg sauce?"
Goethe was startled.
The name of this dish reminded him of a dish from his hometown.
"Just break two eggs, put them into the heated butter, add sugar, ginger and salt in turn, and finally pour in the milk and stir. Don't let them boil, but make it thick..."
Maria explained.
Goethe's eyes were looking out the window.
It's not that he lost interest in Hastings' 'scrambled egg sauce', it's just that he found someone following him.
and……
Full of malice!
