Calamity Crown

The waiter who was accused of being the murderer was taken aback.

Then, he waved his hands again and again.

"I'm not!"

"The key is in Mr. Chef's hand, I can't lock the door!"

The other party said loudly.

Goethe squinted his eyes and said word by word.

"Who said the murderer left the kitchen after killing?"

Suddenly, everyone was taken aback.

Lanster, who had been smiling all the time, opened his eyes suddenly. Obviously, the sheriff thought of something.

And the young man who once said "through the wall" also looked at Goethe with great interest.

The rest of the people haven't reacted yet.

"Mr. Chef entered the kitchen, and Mr. Sous Chef broke in. Everyone was immediately attracted by the corpse on the ground. They ignored the people around them, or to be more precise..."

"The location behind the door!"

Goethe continued.

This time, everyone reacted.

"He just hid behind the door?!"

People looked at the waiter in surprise.

"You're talking nonsense!"

"I obviously discovered Mr. Chef's body with everyone!"

the waiter yelled.

"Yeah?"

"Then trouble you to wipe off the oil stain on your back——Sheriff Langster asks you to check whether there is a piece of oil stain on the wall behind the kitchen door that has been rubbed off."

Goethe said without interest.

The case that suddenly appeared in front of him was really too simple for Goethe, who had watched more than 600 episodes of the dead elementary school student in his hometown and the whole drama was named grandpa, especially when his [body] was almost three times that of ordinary people, Some details that ordinary people cannot observe are infinitely magnified in the eyes of Goethe.

For example……

heartbeat!

The waiter in front of him had a very violent heartbeat from the very beginning, even the screaming lady's heartbeat calmed down, but the other party remained the same.

This naturally caught Goethe's attention.

After careful observation, Goethe found something tricky.

It's like doing a question and looking at the answer in advance, the whole process can be deduced quickly-well, except for mathematics.

"Kudzu!"

Lanster yelled immediately, and the deputy rushed to the kitchen immediately, and then, behind the door, he found that a piece of the oily wall had been rubbed off.

Immediately, Ge Gen rushed towards the waiter.

Without any resistance, when Ge Gen rushed over, the waiter collapsed.

"It's his fault!"

"It was he who told me that adding some drugs to the food would make the food delicious, but he didn't tell me that doing so would make the diners addicted and die!"

the waiter yelled.

Goethe raised his brows. To be honest, he suddenly felt that it was not such a pity that he didn't have lunch here. Moreover, he also felt that Maria's "blood-enriching soup" might not be so difficult to swallow.

Maybe……

Should I go home for dinner?

If Maria cooks now, there should be still time, right?

Goethe was thinking, but a polite smile appeared on his face.

Because, a group of reporters who were blocked by the patrolmen rushed in at this time.

"What happened to Mr. Marple?"

"How did you discover the murderer?"

"Did you just help the police arrest the murderer?"

These reporters surrounded Goethe one by one, asking questions.

Even though they witnessed the whole process, at this moment, they still asked enthusiastically.

Not just for professional reasons.

Also because...

They are genuinely interested.

When they met Goethe, they felt that they had encountered a treasure.

Whenever they thought they knew enough about Goethe, Goethe always showed a more 'fresh' side.

First the Gentleman of the Fearless Thug.

Then there are the good travel writers.

Then came the boy who spilled blood on the club.

What now?

detective!

Not the kind of third-rate detective who investigates extramarital affairs and looking for kittens and puppies, but a first-rate detective who can solve murder cases.

Thinking of this, the reporters immediately became excited.

If it wasn't inappropriate, they really wanted to tear Goethe apart to see if there was any new identity.

"As you can see, an unfortunate incident happened here, and I just hoped to treat myself to lunch, and I didn't expect to be involved in it at all."

"And I was able to spot the murderer because I was able to carefully observe everything around me."

"If it wasn't for Sergeant Lanster who couldn't wait to ask me for help, I would just wait patiently until the last moment, and point out the murderer when he might get away."

Goethe replied with a smile.

And this answer made the reporters present excited.

They all heard the meaning of Goethe's words clearly.

Especially the last sentence.

The words 'can't wait', 'wait patiently', and 'while escaping' caught these reporters' imaginations.

Immediately, these reporters looked at Lancet.

At this time, facing a group of reporters, Lanster couldn't keep smiling, and his smile was a little stiff.

And Goethe's words didn't stop.

"I have no malicious intentions, but as an ordinary citizen, I hope that every policeman can protect our safety as advertised."

It is almost returning the original words of Lanster and Goethe.

Lancet's already stiff smile was completely frozen on his face.

Looking at Lanster's appearance, Goethe continued.

"I think Sheriff Lanster will be able to do it?"

"The murderer said some amazing things just now. Sheriff Lanster will definitely investigate to the end, right?"

"certainly!"

Lancet's voice almost squeezed out from between his teeth.

Goethe was all smiles.

The other party wanted him to make a fool of himself, of course he had to fight back.

Moreover, I have to find more things for the other party to do, which is the interest just now.

Look at how kind he is, he didn't yell and kill, he just made the other party tired.

Then, after dealing with the reporters with ease, Goethe walked out of the restaurant.

At this time, the value in Goethe's reputation column has reached 20!

And this is far from the limit. Goethe is very clear that tomorrow, after what happened here is reported, his reputation will be greatly improved again.

"Is it a windfall?"

Thinking this way, Goethe prepared to board the carriage.

And at this time——

"Mr. Marple?"

There was a shout behind him.

It was the young man with three bodyguards in the restaurant before.

At this time, the other party did not let the bodyguards follow, but signaled the bodyguards to stay where they were, and walked towards Goethe alone.

In order to maintain the character design of Poirot Marple, Goethe stopped and turned to look at him.

"Very intrusive to interrupt, Mr. Marple."

"Your reasoning is as wonderful as your novels!"

"And your own experience must be more exciting than your novels!"

The other party walked over quickly, praising her again and again.

"Thank you for the compliment."

Goethe responded with a smile.

"No, no no!"

"I'm not saying this as a compliment, I'm speaking the truth!"

The young man lowered his voice as he spoke, and wrote a symbol with his fingers.

Suddenly, Goethe's pupils shrank.

because……

That is his Tufu language hidden in the novel!