Calamity Crown

Chapter 25

2022-01-18

Chapter 25 Revenge is as uncomfortable as eating egg fried rice overnight!

The voice seemed to have magic power, making Goethe muddleheaded.

But when the word ‘go home’ sounded, Goethe woke up.

‘Home’?

Although I don’t know if I can go back, this is not his home!

Seeing the palm coming towards him, Goethe took a step back and avoided it.

Krista .Wayne was taken aback.

Obviously, this was not expected.

And Goethe?

Without any hesitation, I turned around and left.

“Wait, Goethe!”

“You can’t leave!”

“You’re back!”

Behind, came shouted his ‘aunt’.

Goethe has absolutely no intention of looking back, even faster.

“Ah!”

A shrill cry echoed behind him.

The ensuing shock wave sent Goethe to the ground, dazed and dazed, as he ‘sees’ some broken images.

Dark, damp underground.

A sharp meat hook.

A long, narrow meat cleaver.

Three or four people in hooded robes that can’t see their faces.

Krista .Wayne cut knife by knife.

Eventually, the sharp meat hook inserted into Krista Wayne’s mouth, pressed against her upper teeth, and into her brain, hanging her from the ceiling.

And…

The sign at 13 Guta Street.

The screen freezes in an instant.

Goethe rolled over and sat up, gasping for breath.

There is fine sweat on the forehead, and the heavy feeling of fatigue is like staying up late for ten days in a row, and every day all is after reaching the extreme in a little butter.

And, it’s not a hallucination.

The word ‘tired’ also appears in the [status bar] that only Goethe can see.

Goethe brows tightly frowns.

He was not surprised to be so ‘tired’, but had lingering fears.

If, just now, he hadn’t woken up instantly and let that ‘Krista .Wayne’ grab his palm, I’m afraid…

“Death is the only result!”

Goethe got the answer, got out of bed and went into the bathroom.

The cold water flushed the cheeks.

Goethe calmed down quickly.

“Why did the recent… ‘transcendent phenomenon’ occur?”

Goethe thought.

Almost subconsciously, the three promissory notes handed to him by the hotel security supervisor before appeared in his memory. The other party was the only one who mentioned ‘my aunt’ to him recently.

Will it be the other party?

Or is it the boss behind the opponent?

After a moment, Goethe shook the head.

He lives in the other party’s hotel now, and it’s too easy for the other party to start.

There is no need for this method at all.

Of course, it may also be deceitful.

It seems that various actions to maintain the hotel’s reputation before are the ‘killing move’ at this moment.

This is a possibility.

Another possibility is, ‘Mist Murderer’.

The other party began to use more direct means after repeated failures.

It is not used at first, it should be too much consumption and so on.

And now, the anger after consecutive failures makes the other party have no scruples.

However, the other party still failed.

And, let him know more.

Example: 13 Guta Street.

“The aunt said it was calling the police, but she was kidnapped without leaving Guta Street at all… wait, what if this was also a trap?”

Goethe’s eyes narrowed. .

Based on ‘Mist Murderer’ previous performance, this may well be a trap.

However, Goethe soon had a countermeasure.

Swart!

Although it was more appropriate to go directly to the security director of the Pine Nut Hotel, Goethe simply chose to give up because of the suspicion just now.

He didn’t dare to gamble.

After all, there is only one life.

“Maybe this is also in the other side’s plot against?”

Goethe thought, and hurried downstairs.

At this time, there is still some time before dawn.

The whole Luster is very quiet, not to mention the Songzi neighborhood where the rich and aristocrats live.

There was no one but the patrolman on the block.

And that’s enough for Goethe.

“I’m going to Swart to get me a carry.”

Goethe said.

The two patrolmen recognized Goethe and had heard some rumors about Goethe.

Just do it without any hesitation.

The sheriff was still asleep when Goethe walked into Swart’s office.

Hearing the door open, the sheriff raised his head in a daze, looking surprised when he saw Goethe.

“Shouldn’t you be preparing for your morning exercise with Ms. Beatrice at this time?”

“Or…”

“You haven’t slept since your exercise ?!”

Swart looked at Goethe with a tired face, and immediately regained his energy. He climbed out of his sleeping bag like this, with a gossip on his face, and asked, “I heard about last night. You’ve taken a Lady Beatrice who is prettier than Lady Sierra!”

“You bastard, you didn’t tell me anything last night.”

“She looks amazing!”

Swart tsk tsk said.

Goethe?

He chose to ignore it.

What can he do?

He couldn’t say Beatrice was a man, could he?

Still a middle-aged man.

If you say it, let alone what Morey will do, he’ll be sick to death himself.

So, at this time, Goethe had a serious expression on his face.

“Three things.”

“1, I need a ‘fearless’ person to investigate 13 Guta Street, you secretly find one for me.”

“Three things.”

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“2, I need you to go to the “Luster Daily” newspaper in person, and let them try their best to publish a cat-hunting revelation in today’s newspaper – looking for a pure black, seven-year-old cat, paid 1golden gram 11 silver cables and 7 copper horns, and the signature is ‘xyz’, this matter needs to be done with great fanfare.”

“3, when you come back, bring me a breakfast, this is very important.”

After speaking, Goethe picked up the blanket and sleeping bag on the side.

Swart murmured as he watched Goethe lay the blanket and get into the sleeping bag, but didn’t pull the sleeping bag up.

“I’m not your servant.”

Goethe heard it clearly, closed his eyes, and said.

“It is profitable.”

“We will serve you wholeheartedly, Your Excellency.”

The sheriff bows respectfully and walks out. , and gently closed the door.

The minutes passed by.

The day soon brightened.

Goethe, who wasn’t really asleep, got out of his sleeping bag when he heard Swart’s footsteps.

“It’s done.”

“A prisoner who wanted to take guilt and make meritorious deeds became a ‘fearless’ person under my ‘persuasion’.”

“The editor-in-chief of the newspaper has a good relationship with me. They always reserve some pages to print breaking news, and it is more than enough to publish a cat-hunting revelation.”

“Also, this is you. breakfast – two patties and a lemon.”

“The meat filling is beef, and the lemon is the freshest, so it’s not cheap.”

Swart handed it over. breakfast.

Goethe walks out with the coat in one hand and the pie in the other.

“Go.”

He said.

“At least have breakfast, right?”

Swart took his breakfast and ran after him.

“The same goes for the carriage.”

“That’s right.”

“Bring some more explosives, and prepare a team of fully armed people, in Ten minutes after we set off, we’re going to be scattered and hidden, all lying in ambush off Guta Street.”

Goethe said, picking up his pace.

He understands the reason why soldiers are expensive.

It’s like he knows when he’s caught off guard.

1 Guta Street, the location of the Wayne’s old home, the carriage stopped.

“I hope the news published in the newspaper will attract your attention.”

Goethe thought so, looking towards the ‘fearless’ man opposite.

The bloody nose and swollen face can hardly see the original face.

Facing Goethe’s scrutiny, the other party was terrified.

“Go to No. 13, it should be the basement or something, with a sharp meat hook and a long and narrow meat cleaver, find them, bring them out, and then you are free!”

Swart told him.

The murder weapon of Krista Wayne was that sharp meat hook.

The reason for having both is that Goethe wanted to cover up and lay the groundwork for future lies.

His behavior of collecting ‘weapons’ will be targeted sooner or later, and he must be prepared in advance.

“Okay, okay, Sheriff.”

The younger man stammered, then jumped off the carriage and slid into Guta Street 13 No.

“Relax, he’s a pretty good ‘cheat’ on Luster Street, he’s the best at finding things, and he’s careful enough.”

Watching Goethe watching Guta Street 13, says Swart.

“Then how did you catch him?”

Goethe asked.

“He was careful enough, but his companions were not careful enough, and also very greedy and cowardly – four copper horns, told me where he was hiding.”

Swart said triumphantly.

Then the sheriff began to tell his story of ‘catching a thief’.

Goethe rolled his eyes.

Not fun enough.

But there is no lower limit.

At least, from start to finish, Swart didn’t pay for the four copper horns, and sold each other to a chimney sweeper – in a similar way to selling ‘commodities’.

“Save one, earn one!”

“That’s two dollars!”

Swart said with a laugh hehe.

And Goethe’s eyes looked towards the window again.

The person who left before has come back. The other party has a sharp hook and a meat-cutting knife in his hand, and is trotting all the way. The speed is faster than before, and the steps are more and more light.

Especially the posture of holding the meat hook in the left hand and the meat cleaver in the right hand, all of which are reversed.

Swart didn’t notice this.

He opened the door and stepped out of the carriage with a smile.

“You see what I said?”

“He can do it.”

With that, the sheriff was ready to greet him.

It wasn’t a triumphant welcome, of course.

After he was ready to take the hook and the cleaver, he sent him back to prison.

As for breach of contract?

A criminal is also worth negotiating an appointment?

Swart thought righteously.

And then…