Volume 1: The Gate of Flesh and Blood Chapter 62: Accidents Occasionally!
First floor, living room.
Goethe did not use the drawing room.
The reception room is open to friends.
The two policemen in front of him were far from being guests.
When one of them walked into No. 11 Kimmel Street, his menacing manner frightened Maria so much that her face turned pale. Goethe stepped forward and gently patted the maid's shoulder, indicating that there was no need to entertain them.
Then Goethe just sat down.
He neither invited the other party to sit down nor ordered tea.
Goethe just looked at the two of them and asked in a cold tone.
"What's up?"
"Last night you..."
"We are here to visit you. We are really sorry for what happened yesterday - I hope you can understand that not everyone is like that."
The aggressive policeman spoke in a bad tone and was about to question Goethe directly, but was interrupted by another policeman.
Goethe looked at the policeman.
He was young, with soft facial features. His eyes, which looked like those of a fox, were narrowed at this moment. He sat there in a casual posture, as if he was visiting a friend rather than a policeman.
Goethe frowned secretly.
He was not worried about the aggressive guy next to him. Everything about this kind of guy was written on his face. His personality was simple and he was easy to deal with.
On the contrary, it is this kind of guy with a smiling face that is worth being wary of.
When I was in my hometown, there was an apt description for this kind of guy: a smiling tiger!
This guy in front of him gave Goethe this feeling.
"I'm Sheriff Lanster, and this is my partner Ge Gen."
"It's an honor for you to receive us. You should know that you are now considered a celebrity in Hessettins. I read many newspapers this morning, and they all reported your deeds."
Lanster complimented Goethe.
Goethe remained indifferent to this.
He knew why the other party came.
There are things that happened yesterday and last night.
As for celebrities?
After taking a quick look at [Reputation : 2/100], Goethe was very clear about his position.
Unlike the fast pace of life in my hometown, the popularity of traditional paper media such as newspapers is not "fast" - when I am in my hometown, if something happens today, everyone will be watching and indignant, and then, tomorrow there will be a reversal, and everyone will be confused and feel fooled.
But print media is different.
It takes several days or even more than ten days for a piece of news to ferment, and even then, the news is still fresh.
because……
Not everyone reads newspapers, and newspaper circulation is limited.
Especially those who read newspapers have a habit: most people will choose one newspaper to read!
And read a lot of newspapers?
Of course there is a purpose!
"You care about me?"
Goethe asked.
"certainly!"
"Because of what happened yesterday, I really want to meet you!"
“So, I hope to get to know you through the newspaper!”
"pity……"
“There’s no substance to them.”
The other party said with a smile.
Then, it seemed as if something suddenly occurred to him.
"You arrived in Hasedings only yesterday?"
"Can you tell me about your previous experience?"
The other party asked.
"You are a police officer. If you are curious, just investigate it yourself."
"I've been up all night writing a book, and now just want to go back to my bedroom and go to sleep."
"Ask again, what do you want?"
Goethe said very bluntly.
"Is it the 'Adventures in the Wilderness' you mentioned yesterday?"
"If you don't mind, could you let me see the manuscript?"
The other party didn't seem angry at all and still asked with great interest.
"cannot!"
" Are lying?"
After Goethe just refused, Lanster's partner couldn't help but say that the other party stared at Goethe, expecting Goethe to show a timid expression, but Goethe rubbed his eyebrows and looked impatient.
"Before you, there were editors from at least eight newspapers working for me. Finally, I signed a contract with the Hessetings Daily, and The Adventures in the Wilderness will begin serialization tomorrow."
"Now, any questions?"
"If not, please leave."
"If you want to search, remember to bring a search warrant."
Goethe said, pointing in the direction of the door.
This attitude made Ge Gen very angry, and when the impulsive detective wanted to do something, he was stopped by his partner.
"Okay then, we won't bother you anymore."
Lanster said with a smile, then pulled his partner away from 11 Kimmel Street.
"Lancet, why are you pulling me?"
"There must be something wrong with that guy!"
Ge Gen yelled.
"Well, there is a problem. Do you have any evidence?"
"Besides, I won't hold you back."
"You want to be shot down too?"
Lanster asked his partner back.
"My intuition..."
"That guy dares to shoot?"
Ge Gen said this subconsciously, and then suddenly looked at Lanster.
"There are six bodies in the morgue to prove it!"
"But your intuition cannot be used as evidence!"
"We need solid evidence to confirm that the other party is the criminal, and then we can arrest him - otherwise, he will only fight back!"
Lanster emphasized.
Then the sheriff took a deep breath.
The squinted eyes opened slightly, flashing a gleam of brilliance.
"Now send two people to the Hessetings Daily to inquire, and then send two more people to investigate the whereabouts of Poirot Marple before he came to Hessetings."
"besides!"
"Send two more groups of people to keep an eye on him 24 hours a day!"
"clear!"
Ge Gen nodded and quickened his pace.
But Sheriff Lanster turned his head and took another look at 11 Kimmel Street.
His partner wasn't the only one who felt there was something wrong with Poirot Marple.
He also felt that there was something wrong with Poirot Maple.
But, there is no evidence.
However, he believed that he would find evidence.
“He should be targeted.”
Goethe thought this while lying on the bed.
But he was not worried.
His identity can definitely withstand investigation. Zhuo Ta has put a lot of effort into ensuring a safe retirement life. Coupled with his cover-up, he believes that there will be no flaws.
As for surveillance?
Goethe didn't care even more.
He just treated him as a free bodyguard.
After thinking for a while, Goethe fell into a deep sleep.
In the evening, Goethe woke up directly when Maria went upstairs, and his hand instinctively closed on the handle of the gun under his pillow.
After confirming that it was his maid, Goethe withdrew his hand and sat up on the bed.
Boom, boom, boom!
"Master, it's evening."
"Would you like dinner?"
Maria asked after a gentle knock on the door.
"Prepare dinner."
Goethe opened the door as he spoke.
After hearing Goethe's affirmative answer, the maid seemed very happy and ran downstairs excitedly.
About ten minutes later, dinner appeared on the table.
Oatmeal, cupcakes and hot milk.
No meat.
"According to your instructions, everything should be normal and normal."
The maid looked like she was being obedient and said, "You should praise me."
"Yeah, not bad."
Goethe nodded, finished his meal at the same speed as in the morning, and walked out, saying as he walked: "In fact, the food could be a little more substantial."
"Okay, Master, I understand."
The maid nodded obediently.
Goethe put on the coat handed to him by the butler, and after the butler opened the door, he got into the carriage.
"Where are you going, Mr. Marple?"
The driver asked.
Goethe answered simply:
“Go to the best club around!”
The driver was stunned for a moment, then he started laughing.
"Please sit down, we are leaving."
Goethe was not indulging himself at will, he was just following the plan to further expand his fame, and at the same time, to make himself more in line with Poirot Marple's former aristocratic personality.
Well, for planning.
Well, for the character setting.
Well, he firmly believed it.
…
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After a night, in the morning of the 'Summer Club', bursts of screams suddenly came out -
"Someone come quickly! Go call a doctor!"
"Mr. Marple used too much force and the wound on his abdomen burst open!"
