I Will Be The Crowned King

Vol 4 Chapter 36: please call me Sergeant Lisa Bach

Chapter 36 Please call me Sheriff Lisa Bach

Beluga Harbour, Teapot Street, 6:30 in the morning.

The snow that lasted all night had just come to an end, dyeing the silent streets a whole silver white, gleaming dazzlingly in the morning sun; only a few smoking chimneys melted beside him The ice and snow revealed a dirty and ugly gray-black.

For all immigrants who yearn for freedom and break free, the colony is their dream land, and Beluga Harbour is the first landing point for many people to come to the dream land; but unfortunately, this landing point The same is divided into three, six, nine and so on.

There are twelve communities in the whole Beluga Port, and the Beluga Port Council and the port make up a total of fourteen; among them, the six closest to the port and the earliest ones are relatively prosperous; there are markets, churches, and buildings. Solid, sanitary and thermal facilities, and road construction are also complete, and the residents are basically small wealthy, or the first batch of colonists.

The remaining eight are the communities established by the "new immigrants" who came to Moby-Dick Harbor in succession - especially those who had nothing; the common features are chaos, filth and disorder; many buildings even at least The temperature difference between indoor and outdoor can be negligible.

Especially the newer neighborhoods are more shabby-new immigrants come to Beluga Harbor with empty hands, after working hard and filling their stomachs, they can't even afford the cheapest houses, and can only use stones, wood and garbage. The piled shacks barely hide.

Teapot Street is the newest of these neighborhoods.

It takes its name from a tavern in the middle of the street, where there is always a big teapot boiling water.

Buy a cup of boiling water for a penny, and the tavern owner will allow you to stay in a warm tavern for two hours; if you're willing to buy a light beer mixed with water, you can double the time; if you're willing to buy a fish, you can stay All night; and if someone could buy a meal of beer, white bread, hot soup, and sausages…

Then he wouldn't show up in this hellish place at all.

An exquisite four-wheeled carriage was parked in front of the street sign with the large teapot painted on it. The nimble Lisa kicked the car door and strode toward Teapot Street with deep feet and shallow feet.

She wore a somewhat worn cocked hat, with light brown hair that grew wildly under the brim like weeds, almost covering her face and emerald eyes, and tied a short ponytail behind her head with a red cloth.

The wide black long-sleeved trench coat almost covered her whole body, revealing only a pair of delicate leather boots, and a scarf of the same color as the neckline and headband; she swayed while walking, like a gentleman from Clovis City... Or A "miniature" gentleman.

Lisa is very satisfied with this outfit - now she is not only Anson's bodyguard, but also the sheriff of Moby Dick that he personally appointed.

[As a good sheriff, the first thing you have to do is to have the right outfit-not only to be approachable, but also to let others feel the majesty you exude. 】

【Ah, what is majesty? Uh... It's just that you don't need to draw a gun to make others fear you, and obediently obey your orders, that's called majesty... right? 】

According to this standard, the girl thinks that she is very dignified now.

The girl who took office as a new official took a deep and shallow foot on the narrow and rotten street, ignoring the buildings on both sides and the figure peeping at her from hiding under the window, and came straight to the most luxurious building in the entire street— —In front of the Big Teapot Tavern.

She patted the "Sheriff's Code" that Anson had taught her in her jacket pocket these two days. Lisa pushed the cocked hat that pressed her forehead a little, and kicked the door of the pub.

"Bang!"

The rotten wooden door opened in front of the calfskin boots, making a loud noise that almost killed her; the door opened in response to the sound, and the warmth of the smell of alcohol and sweat rushed towards her.

Early in the morning is when the business of the tavern is the most deserted. In the empty tavern, apart from the sleepy boss lying on the bar counter, there are only a few hangover alcoholics and guys who spend the night here.

Standing beside the big teapot that made a loud noise, the girl with her chest raised and her head held high put her right hand behind her back, and then deliberately coughed a few times loudly:

"Cough cough cough - honest and kind residents of Teapot Street, from today onwards, Lisa will be everyone's sheriff!"

[The first rule of the Sheriff's Code: Whenever you are, you must first let the people around you know your identity. 】

The young voice echoed in the whistle of the teapot.

There was dead silence in the tavern.

In the next second, the quiet Big Teapot Tavern was overturned by the hilarious laughter that reverberated through the sky.

"Pfft hahahahaha...!!!!"

"This little girl...hahahaha...this little girl she said...she hahahaha..."

"Have you heard it all?! Did you hear it all?! She puffs hahahaha..."

Facing the "taunting" of herself up and down in the tavern, the girl took out the Inquisitor's whistle from Anson's jacket pocket without changing her face.

"beep----!!!!"

The piercing whistle echoed over the empty Teapot Street.

While the whole tavern was still overwhelmed with joy, there was a sudden roar of military boots from the street outside; a dozen heavily armed soldiers had already smashed the door with rifles with bayonets, and rushed into the tavern in swarms. .

Before the boss and the guests could figure out what was going on, guns were aimed at their heads.

[Article 2 of the Sheriff's Code: Keep calm in the face of any situation, avoid violent disputes, and be able to control the situation at the first time. 】

Two guard company soldiers stood behind Lisa, "Bang! Bang!" They stomped their feet hard, and brushed their guns on their shoulders: "Salute to Lisa Bach Sergeant - salute!"

"pay tribute--!!!!"

Amidst the neat and loud slogans, the tavern was quiet again.

"Well~ everyone worked hard!"

He waved his hand according to Anson's instructions, and Lisa put the whistle back in her pocket, walked to the bar in front of the boss who was pointed at the head by three rifles at the same time, and stood on the bar with three steps and two steps on her waist:

"Who is the owner of this bar?"

"Me! I am!"

The tavern owner who heard the words raised his hands tremblingly and looked up at Lisa, who had a small face.

"Hmm~"

Seeing the other party's cooperation, the girl nodded with satisfaction: "Sheriff Lisa recently received a reliable report that the last place where the murderer of the four Storm Division soldiers appeared is near Teapot Street!"

"Tell Lisa, when and where was the last time the tavern owner saw the murderer?"

[Article 3 of the Sheriff's Code: No matter whether you have the exact evidence or not, you must show that you have everything in your hands. 】

"When and where was the last time I saw them?" The tavern owner was so frightened that he was about to cry:

"I...I haven't seen any murderer wow!"

Hearing this sentence, Lisa, with her waist on her back, suddenly raised her head:

"Um?!"

Almost at the same time, the three rifles once again withstood the boss's head.

"Wait! I've seen it, I've seen it, I've seen it!"

Hearing the sound of the guards pulling the gun bolts, the boss shuddered all over, and his drowsy brain jolted violently as if it had been electrocuted:

"Just the day before yesterday, three people came to our place and opened a room!"

"How many people?!" Lisa began to ask.

"three people!"

"How many rooms to open?!"

"one room!"

"Three people open a room?!"

"We just have one room here - it's an attic!"

"How many people's room?!"

"Three!"

"What time?!"

"The day before yesterday—they only stayed one night...go!"

Looking at the out-of-breath tavern owner, Lisa nodded with satisfaction, showing an angelic smile: "Well~ very good - Lisa believes it!"

The owner of the tavern let out a long sigh of relief, "Pfft!" With a sound, he lay down on the wet and sweaty bar.

Lisa jumped off the stage, groped in her coat, and handed a can of apples to the boss in distress: "This is a thank you, please accept it."

[Article 4 of the Sheriff's Code: Rewards must be given to those who tip-off, so that they believe that the risk is worthwhile. 】

Ignoring the inexplicable tavern owner and the trembling guests holding the can, Lisa, with her little hands behind her back, led the two guards up the stairs.

The rest of the Guard Company surrounded the entire tavern and blocked off the streets of the community.

[Article 5 of the Sheriff's Code: Do not blindly trust intelligence, always seeing is believing. 】

When they came to the attic, Lisa personally stepped forward and pushed the door in, while two guards stood outside the door, standing back to back in the stairwell.

The entire attic was unsurprisingly very dilapidated, pitch-dark, not to mention the bed, there was not even a place where one could lie down comfortably, and all kinds of sundries were piled up everywhere.

There are no windows, just a few thumb-sized holes and gaps between the planks, and you can hear the hum of the wind.

According to the information collected by the 2nd Infantry Regiment, the traces of the murderers disappeared on Teapot Street, and for a few days, there was no news about them, and there was no case of attacking the soldiers of the Storm Division. .

According to Carl Bain's speculation, there is a high probability that this group of people should still be hiding in the city, and it should be on Teapot Street and several nearby communities.

They are unprepared to commit crimes, and they have no plan for the escape route and how to get out. Guys like this will definitely not dare to act rashly, and they will definitely leave a lot of clues.

And Lisa has found it.

To be precise, at the moment of entering the door, she realized that the moment her eyes had not fully adapted to the darkness of one ten thousandth of a second.

It was a faint...bloody smell.

And it's the **** smell from a few days ago.

The preference for food gives Lisa a very sensitive little nose, and her rich battlefield experience allows her to accurately identify the time and location of blood coagulation.

The above nonsense was made up by Anson to fool the officers and soldiers of the Storm Division. The real answer is simpler than this - Lisa is the blood of the last August, the direct descendant of the blood magic apostle, no one knows blood better than her.

According to the direction indicated by the blood, the girl quickly found her target among the piles of garbage - several blood-stained clothes.

The blood on the clothes has completely solidified, but the amount of bleeding can still be seen from the coverage and the degree of penetration of the fabric. The dark red blood clots stick the clothes into a lump like glue mixed with grease. shape up.

There are several holes in the neckline and chest, which look like the marks of being penetrated by bayonets and lead bullets, proving that their owners may have also been injured when they escaped.

Even the smell of blood plasma proves it, Lisa can smell at least half a dozen different blood plasma smells from her clothes, most likely including their own.

"Well……"

The girl frowned and took out a "cigarette" from her bosom—maltose for the filter and licorice stick for the cigarette, produced by Anson—and fell into deep thought.

[Article 6 of the Sheriff's Code: An excellent sheriff must always know how to reason based on the clues he has. 】

[What, what is reasoning? Uh...you remember Draco? Yes, that nasty novelist, what he did to us on the Iron Sky was reasoning, you can just follow him...]

Lisa with a stern face surrounded the final crime scene and began to wander around; like every master of reasoning, she did not miss any details of the scene and looked for any possible clues.

The dark attic was quiet, and a vibrant heart was beating in the girl's delicate body, making the young brain think quickly.

Countless possibilities flashed through her mind one by one, countless clues were arranged and combined in her subconscious, and hundreds of thousands of messages jumped in front of her eyes one by one.

She makes bold assumptions~www.wuxiaspot.com~ She scrutinizes carefully, she thinks carefully, she...

"Grumble~"

hungry.

"Um?"

The girl who was standing still patted her stomach with a "Crack!" and was suddenly stunned.

The head wearing the three-cornered hat was slightly raised, and the little nose of "Hu Hu Hu" seemed to have found some great clues, and began to lead her closer like a few blood-stained clothes.

In an instant, Lisa's eyes widened.

Although it was almost completely covered by the blood on the clothes, the smell of their original owners could still be vaguely smelled on these clothes.

This is actually not surprising at all—after all, clothes, especially formal clothes and winter clothes, are very valuable property. Ordinary Beluga immigrants only have two or three clothes throughout the year, and some may even have only one.

No matter how much you talk about hygiene, it is very normal for the person's body odor to remain on the clothes you often wear.

Lisa could have sworn she had smelled one of these clothes.

And just now!

"boom--!!!!"

Almost at the same time, there was a sudden loud noise from the downstairs of the tavern, as well as the shouts of soldiers.

"What is he going to do?!"

"Stop that person!"

"Don't let him run away!"

Lisa stood up and ran towards the tavern wall while pulling off her coat.

[Article 7 of the Sheriff's Code: You must punch the suspect who tries to escape - as to whether he is a criminal or not, this can be discussed after he is killed. 】

"boom--!"

Sheriff Liza Bach, who had broken through the wall, jumped into the air, revealing a shotgun and a string of grenades under his overcoat.

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