Calamity Crown

When he was in his hometown, Goethe, who used to work part-time as a "cleaner", had seen quite a lot of corpses and many disgusting scenes.

Therefore, he was not uncomfortable with the corpses lying all over the place at No. 32 Xiaodulian Street.

On the contrary, it is a little kind.

Then, in this familiar intimacy, Goethe instantly discovered a strong sense of disobedience.

The whole site is 'too clean'!

Not 'clean' in the traditional sense!

The corpse, blood, and tattered scene can't be called 'clean'.

The real clean is for the 'cleaner'.

Missing here...

arms!

It’s like the body beside him, tall and strong, with calloused hands, especially where the hands are on the tiger’s mouth, they are even thicker, just need to look a little, and Goethe’s mind will show that the other party is holding a big sword or The case of weapons such as warhammers.

However, there is no such weapon in No. 32 Xiaodulian Street.

There is also the corpse on his left, whose entire body is embedded in the wall, but it can still be seen that the opponent's skin is dark, only the skin at the first and second knuckles of the left and right middle fingers is slightly fair.

ring?

It looks a lot like the marks left by wearing a ring for a long time.

But in fact, it should be a ring similar to a ring. There is a fishing line in the middle, one end is connected to the ring, and the other end is connected to a mechanism capable of firing crossbow arrows.

Goethe turned around and found two small holes on the wall opposite the corpse, but the crossbow arrows that did not create the holes were obviously pulled out, just like the two-handed weapons used by the corpse before.

"After Morey left and before Swart came, someone 'cleaned' the scene!"

Goethe, who came to a conclusion, looked slightly cold.

Why is he here?

For the possible [bloody honor]!

And [Bloody Honor] is attached to the 'murder weapon'!

Now, the weapon representing the 'murder weapon' has been cleaned up, and [Blood Honor] naturally disappeared.

For Goethe, this is absolutely unacceptable.

"Swart!"

Goethe shouted straight away.

Swarte, who had been standing outside No. 32 Little Durian Street, came in reluctantly. Every step he took, the police chief would pay attention to the blood, minced meat and other things that made him sick.

"Someone 'cleaned' the battlefield before you came and took some things away."

Seeing Swarte dawdling, Goethe said directly.

"Um?"

The sheriff froze for a moment, then ran out angrily.

This time, the sheriff couldn't care less about what was under his feet. After rushing out, he grabbed a subordinate by the collar and yelled, "I told you before, you are not allowed to touch anything at the scene!"

"Those things are mine!"

"mine!"

"Only after my selection, the rest will be yours!"

"Understand?"

"asshole!"

Amidst the shouting and cursing, Swart hit the opponent in the face with one punch.

boom!

The beaten patrolman staggered back.

"Sheriff, I didn't!"

"Everyone can testify!"

The patrolman covered his face, looking aggrieved.

Swart looked at the other patrolmen, who nodded repeatedly.

The sheriff immediately calmed down. He believed that perhaps one or two of these subordinates dared to deceive him, but it was impossible for all of them to deceive him—because, in the front of No. 32, Little Durian Street, such interests could not be achieved. .

So, the sheriff looked at Goethe again.

"Mobilize your connections to track down weapons such as two-handed swords, hammer weapons, and sleeve arrows that will appear from today."

"I also asked the surrounding residents if they saw any suspicious people."

Goethe said so.

"It turned out to be some weapons...don't worry, leave them to me!"

Swart said this, but he was still worried, and returned to the room again. When he found that the wallets and the like of these corpses were there, and that the underground storage room and the like were not passive, the police chief A long sigh of relief.

However, before the breath was completely relieved, Goethe whispered in his ear——

"half."

This whisper was even scarier than the devil's whisper, and the sheriff's face distorted all of a sudden, as if wearing a mask of pain.

However, the sheriff did not dare to refute.

Not only is he a little afraid of Goethe from the bottom of his heart, but also because Goethe's identity is now replacing Morey.

After the two were added together, the sheriff could only bear silently.

At this time, Goethe had already searched in the underground storage room.

Strips of dried bacon and fish are neatly arranged.

Next to it are cans sealed with corks.

Then, there are two well-sealed boxes.

These two boxes are square, with a side length of about one meter, so they are very conspicuous when placed there.

Swart opened the two boxes with excitement, and then exclaimed in joy.

"It's ammunition!"

The sheriff's eyes lit up as he looked at the revolvers, rifles, and explosives neatly arranged in the box.

Especially after quickly estimating the value of these things, they danced and danced.

It was a real windfall for the sheriff.

But when he thought that Goethe would be divided in half, the sheriff immediately collapsed.

Goethe had already come down from the second floor at this time.

The half-collapsed second floor basically has no place to stay, and the place where you can see it is full of dust.

"There are no footprints on the dust on the second floor. The other party didn't go upstairs. They should have 'cleaned' the first floor and left quickly. Moreover, the things in the underground storage room have not been moved!"

Goethe thought, frowning slightly.

He's not afraid to run into some greedy enemies.

The more greedy the enemy is, the more flaws will be exposed.

On the contrary, it was this kind of greedy and cautious enemy that made Goethe feel helpless.

The simplest, if the opponent hides these weapons and waits until the limelight passes before making a move, for Goethe, it will be a needle in a haystack.

Thinking of this, Goethe's complexion became ugly.

"Don't worry, I will definitely get those things back!"

Swart patted his chest in reassurance.

"Um."

"I leave the rest to you."

Goethe nodded noncommittally, turned around and boarded the hotel carriage, and returned to the Pine Nut Hotel.

He came here to find 【Bloody Honor】.

Not now, so naturally it won't stay for long.

As for more things?

With those two boxes of ammunition, he believed that Swart would handle it well.

This includes tracking down the whereabouts of missing weapons.

call!

Letting out a long breath, Goethe, who returned disappointed, quickly adjusted his mood on the carriage.

Don't wallow in one moment of failure unless you want to keep failing!

When he was in his hometown, Goethe understood this truth.

And, stick to it physically.

Now, in this strange world, Goethe will naturally persist even more.

"Life is always like this, it will not be smooth sailing."

"What I need to do now is to rest well and then..."

"There are equally important things waiting for me tomorrow!"

Goethe will never forget Morey's advice: "Starting tomorrow, go to '10 Fevry Street' at 3 o'clock in the afternoon to find Mrs. Burns and learn the extraordinary language."

He took it to heart.

Moreover, Goethe also had a little comfort from being able to lie on the bed and fall asleep without sleeping on chairs or sleeping bags at last.

However, when he got off the carriage, he saw the security supervisor standing in front of the hotel waiting for him.

Seeing him get off the carriage, the other party immediately came over and said in a low voice——

"Master Goethe, I need to tell you something about..."

"Your aunt!"