Volume 1: The Gate of Flesh and Blood Chapter 60 Active!
Goethe, holding his abdomen, staggered back, raised his head and stared at the policeman holding a dagger in shock.
"you?!"
Goethe pointed at the other person with a trembling voice.
"It's not me!"
the policeman holding a knife shouted.
The sudden scene shocked everyone.
Even the reporters who arrived were a little overwhelmed.
"He is dirty..."
Bang!
The policeman holding the dagger spoke loudly, but was interrupted by gunshots before he could finish.
The bullet hit him between the eyebrows.
The opponent fell to the ground and couldn't get up.
Looking at the other's body, Goethe said silently in his heart.
“That’s how I deal with it.”
Then Goethe shouted.
"Kay? Rick?"
The butler and the coachman immediately came to their senses. The former ran over to support Goethe, while the latter ran to the carriage - which was known as the best carriage, so naturally there was a medical kit.
At this time, reporters also flocked in.
Their faces flushed with excitement as they surrounded Goethe.
"Hello, sir, what just happened?"
"Sir, can you answer a question for me?"
"Sir, why did that officer hurt you?"
…
Faced with a series of questions, Goethe did not show any impatience. He was now Poirot Marple. Remembering his identity, Goethe showed a slightly weak smile.
"I'd love to answer everyone's questions, but I think I'd better go stop the bleeding and bandage it."
"Don't worry, I'm just going back to the carriage to bandage him. After that, I'll give you enough time for an interview."
"Now, you can ask the people around you who witnessed the whole process of the incident."
Faced with Goethe's reasonable request, the reporters immediately made way.
As they watched Goethe return to his carriage, the reporters immediately began interviewing passers-by around them.
Those passers-by who had been so frightened that they dared not even breathe, now turned into messengers of justice and began to loudly denounce the thugs and useless police.
Each one was filled with indignation.
Each one is so genuine.
Goethe was in the carriage and heard it all clearly.
And that's exactly what he wanted .
Then he began to take off his coat and shirt, preparing to bandage the wound.
Maria, the maid sitting opposite, was so frightened when she saw the wound on Goethe's lower abdomen that tears welled up in her eyes.
However, he still reached out to bandage Goethe's wound.
"I, I learned bandaging."
"No, thank you."
"It's okay, it just looks serious."
Goethe refused with a smile.
This is true, he controlled the strength very well.
Therefore, the attack just now was just a superficial injury.
It just looks scary on the outside.
However, the maid Maria didn't know this, she just thought it was Goethe's comfort to her.
Immediately, the maid lowered her head again and began to rub her fingers.
Goethe glanced at her and didn't pay attention to the maid's nervousness.
He quickly bandaged himself and got off the carriage wearing his bloodstained shirt.
Goethe, of course, did this deliberately.
In fact, this works quite well.
Just as Goethe opened the car door, everyone's eyes turned to him. When they saw the blood-stained white shirt, someone started to applaud first, and then everyone started to applaud.
The applause stopped after more than ten seconds.
"To be honest, I'm a little flattered. I have to say that Hessetings is a charming city. Even if I encounter some unpleasant things, its residents will use their enthusiasm to make me forget those unpleasant things in an instant."
Goethe said immediately after the applause stopped.
Suddenly, such words won the favor of people around.
No one wants their hometown to be hated.
"You had the courage to resist the extortion of the thugs, and you remained calm in the face of the sudden attack. You are truly a gentleman."
A reporter couldn't help but praise it.
"My parents' education taught me that I must stand up when necessary. My military career gave me the strength to resist, and my daily writing made me good at thinking and able to face unexpected situations calmly."
Goethe said modestly.
"You were in the military? And you do writing?"
another reporter asked.
“Yes, I have military experience, and now I’m a travel writer.”
Goethe nodded.
"You are actually a writer. What's your name?"
Another reporter asked.
"Marple!"
"Poirot Marple!"
Goethe gave his current name.
It must be said that Zhuota was very attentive to this identity. One of the reporters present immediately asked after Goethe finished speaking: "Is it Poirot Marple who wrote The Cat's Travels and Frosted Leaves?"
"It's me!"
Goethe nodded again.
Immediately, the eyes of the reporters around lit up.
They had also vaguely heard of these two works.
Of course, they are more concerned about the sales of today's extra edition and tomorrow's daily newspaper.
A gentleman who resists brutality is nice though.
But it was even more eye-catching when this gentleman was a writer.
Especially when the writer has military experience and a fairly good background.
"Mr. Marple, could you please explain the situation in detail?"
"Although we already know the general situation, we think it will be more realistic if you tell it yourself."
One of the reporters spoke for all the reporters.
"Today is my first time in Hessettins. I was attracted to Hessettins as soon as I arrived. I plan to stay here for a while, so I went to the 'Simok Carriage Company' to rent a carriage and rented a house from Mr. Hunter of the agency. Then, on the way to rent a house, I met this gentleman. He appeared next to my carriage with a dagger in his hand."
"When I pulled out my gun and pointed it at the other party, the policeman appeared, arrested the previous gentleman and took him away . Then, after I finished hiring the male and female servants, the arrested gentleman appeared again with four accomplices. They blackmailed me and intended to hurt me. I had no choice but to resist, but..."
"What I didn't expect was that after the police officer arrived, he became angry and threatened me after seeing the body on the ground."
Goethe said so.
Most of it is true.
A small part of it has turned into the Spring and Autumn style of writing.
But when combined with each other, it is enough to make people think about it.
Looking at the expressions of the reporters in front of him, Goethe knew that he had achieved his goal.
Then, after a few more questions, Goethe looked tired.
"Although I would like to continue talking to you all, my body tells me that it is best to rest."
"besides……"
"If you can, please help me promote my new book , "Adventures in the Wilderness."
Goethe said, and got back into the carriage.
This time, no one stopped him.
The reporters got what they wanted, and each of them rushed to their respective newspaper offices.
In the carriage, Goethe closed his eyes and thought.
Consider the omissions in your new plan.
He was thinking about how to write the so-called "Adventures in the Wilderness" so that all his hard work in laying the groundwork would not be in vain.
After all, this will be the one he throws out for his new plan...
bait!
