Calamity Crown

Anonymous report letter?

I'm afraid it's a remedy?

Goethe glanced at the corpse of Anzi, and sneered in his heart.

Those 'chasers' undoubtedly discovered that Anzi named 'Sokko' did not bring him to show up on time, so they immediately launched a backup plan-testing what happened in the police station with an anonymous report letter.

And no matter what the accident was, with facts as evidence, the other party's ultimate goal would be achieved: let him leave the police station!

Obviously, there must be someone or something in the police station that can quickly identify whether it is a lie.

Moreover, if the other party did this, he must have determined that he, who was a 'serial killer', would definitely attract people who possessed this item or possessed this ability.

'The Chaser' had a perfect plan.

pity……

The only thing that was wrong: he really didn't kill Harder.

What's more important: What the other party didn't expect was that he killed the 'Dark Son' Suoko.

"If this is the case, it seems that it can be a little more daring!"

Goethe, who found that the situation in front of him could be used, immediately had a plan in his heart.

Why did he come to the police station?

In search of protection.

What if it could be done once and for all?

Of course it couldn't be better.

However, this plan requires someone to 'cooperate'.

Thinking of this, he looked at Sheriff Swart in front of him, and the corners of his mouth turned up again, showing a smile.

"I didn't kill Hader."

Goethe smiled and said with certainty.

"Everyone will never admit to killing someone."

Facing Goethe who categorically denied it, Swart, who smelled of alcohol, laughed, and then said in a very peaceful voice: "I hope you can speak out directly, it's for your own good."

There was no fluctuation in the tone, even if it was threatening.

If he wasn't in the interrogation room, he wouldn't be able to tell that the other party was interrogating Goethe at all. On the contrary, it was a bit like bumping into a familiar person in a bar and nodding his head to say hello.

But this made Goethe frown secretly.

The Swart in front of him most likely belongs to the kind of guy who gets by.

and……

It should still be the kind of person who doesn't mind using his power to seek benefits for himself.

Goethe glanced at the coat and leather shoes worn by the other party. Obviously, the material and workmanship were no worse than the suit on him—you know, his clothes were worn by Goethe’s parents to celebrate his 18th birthday when the Wayne family was still in ruins. It was custom-made for him on his birthday. Although it did not come with a walking stick, it still cost 7 gold grams.

According to Goethe's memory, the weekly salary of an elite lawyer who can enter the city hall is about 2-3 gold grams.

It belongs to the absolute middle class.

And the salary of a sheriff obviously cannot reach such an income.

As for where the money came from?

Naturally it is obvious.

It is naturally difficult for the current Goethe to "cooperate" with such a guy.

Goethe is even sure that if the other party is allowed to come, there is a high probability that the matter in front of him will be taken away, just like his "family members" who disappeared-you know, although his home is not in the center of Lust, it is also In the urban area, things like continuous disappearances happened there. It is impossible for Swarte, as the sheriff in front of him, to not know, but the other party still pretends not to know.

These are enough to explain the problem.

But fortunately, the other party is not the person in charge.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Goethe's face again, and he said again in a very affirmative tone.

"I didn't kill Hader."

Such an answer made Swart raise his eyebrows.

Swart clearly has limited patience.

Last moment he was pretending to be peaceful, but this time, he just raised his voice

"No?"

"Although in the face of a murderer, we will hang him, but before hanging, we will interrogate, identify the scene, confirm again, and then imprison him, and finally hang him!"

"This process is very long."

The sheriff walked up to Goethe as he spoke, as if he wanted to give Goethe a sense of oppression, but just as he straightened up, he burped out.

The smell of alcohol came to my face.

Goethe didn't dodge, he looked at the sheriff, kept smiling, and still said in a positive tone: "I didn't kill Hader."

He really didn't kill Harder.

It was 'Goethe' who killed it, not him.

After finishing speaking, he just closed his eyes and stopped looking at the people in the interrogation room.

Under the signal from Swart's eyes, the middle-aged patrolman who had been standing by immediately raised his baton, ready to give Goethe a look, but before the baton fell, Swart suddenly thought of it. What, immediately wave your hand to stop your subordinates.

"Hope you're telling the truth."

Swart, who had changed his mind, turned and left.

The interrogation room door closed again.

Goethe, who closed his eyes, heard the muffled sound of the door colliding with the door frame, and felt certain in his heart.

"really!"

"There is someone or something in the police station that can tell if someone is lying!"

"This is naturally a transcendent category!"

"From the side, it proves my previous guess about the 'official control' of the world in front of me. In this way, my plan just now can be successful!"

Soon, Goethe began to perfect his plan in his heart.

He wants to make everything reasonable.

Or to be more precise...

Prescribe the right medicine!

Although the official transcendent is there, the other party obviously doesn't care about some' trivial matters'.

In this case……

Then let everything become what the other party cares about!

Goethe made up his mind.

...

And in the room next to the interrogation room, stood a man in a tuxedo with a white shirt inside.

This room was about the size of an interrogation room, with no furnishings, and there was only a man standing in the room.

The man looked down at the pocket watch in his hand, and after Swart walked in, the man said directly.

"He didn't lie."

While talking, the man didn't even look at Swarte, his eyes were fixed on the pocket watch in his hand, but Swart didn't dare to neglect, smiled almost obsequiously, and asked for instructions: "Then how should we deal with it?" he?"

"Just follow the normal process."

After getting a positive answer from the man, Swart bowed and returned to the interrogation room.

"Prison Goethe first."

"Then, investigate the entire case in detail."

"This guy Soko?"

"Throw this guy to the morgue first, and wait until the final result of the matter comes out before dealing with it."

As soon as he entered the interrogation room, Swart said to the middle-aged patrolman.

Immediately, the middle-aged policeman breathed a sigh of relief, showing a relieved smile——The middle-aged policeman is not stupid, he, who watched everything from the sidelines, can see that Goethe is in big trouble, once he gets infected, it will be really terrible, Maybe he will lose his life, and this weekly salary is not worth his life.

"You're lucky, kid!"

"Let's stay in the cell first!"

"Although the environment is not good, it is at least safer than outside!"

Saying that, the middle-aged patrolman walked towards Goethe, and the two younger patrolmen were not surprised either.

Everything is as Goethe guessed.

Facing the troubles he might bring, these guys planned to play it perfunctory.

Looking at the three people who were getting closer and about to set themselves up, Goethe didn't cooperate at all and began to struggle violently.

Immediately, the middle-aged policeman was furious.

This time, without a signal from Swart, the middle-aged patrolman raised his baton.

Goethe looked at the baton that was about to fall, and immediately shouted in a roaring voice——

"Come on! Hit me!"

"In less than a month, my grandfather died of a sudden illness, my parents disappeared, and then my three uncles and my aunt disappeared overnight, including my three cousins. After that, my only My aunt also disappeared on the way here to call the police!"

"but me?"

"Before he could react, he was kicked out of his house by a sudden creditor!"

"Now!"

"When I finally escaped from that 'ritual', grasped some clues, and sought to cooperate with you, did I face prison and beating?"

"if it is like this……"

"Come on, I'm right here!"

At the end of the roar, Goethe was almost exhausted.

"Asshole, do you think I dare not?"

The middle-aged patrolman roared.

As for what Goethe said?

He doesn't care at all.

What died of illness, disappeared.

As long as there is no report, it does not exist.

And if you disappeared on the way to report the crime, then there was no report, and it did not exist.

Of course, even if it is reported, as long as it is not recorded, it still does not exist.

The middle-aged policeman, who was too familiar with the whole process, didn't even bother to explain to Goethe. He just wanted to teach Goethe a lesson.

But at this moment——

Boom!

Suddenly there was a muffled knocking sound on one side of the wall.

With his arms folded, Swarte, who was watching the joke, immediately changed his face, and stopped loudly: "Wait!"

PS During the new book period, if there is no accident, there will be two updates a day, one update at 10 am and the other update at 6 pm~