I will be crowned king

"One minute, I only give you one minute!"

The Guards soldier who was dripping with cold sweat raised his gun, his slightly trembling eyes tried not to look at the tragic corpse on the ground, and shouted loudly at the box door full of bullet holes and bloodstains:

"Get out of here in one minute, or I'll shoot you!"

Anson was surrounded.

After realizing that they had only one enemy, these elite Guards who were far more than the dregs of the conscripted army decisively chose to outflank them in two lines - two people blocked the corridor, two people blocked the front and rear boxes, one person blocked the door, and one person provided flank cover.

With sufficient preparation, quantity is a crushing advantage. No matter how good a soldier is, he can be sent to heaven with a lead bullet.

Except for certain monsters, of course.

Anson, who was complaining in his heart, sat on the floor of the box, loading bullets into the magazine of the revolver one by one, while counting silently in his heart.

"five!"

The nervous Guards soldier shouted loudly and pressed the hammer with his right thumb.

"Four!"

Anson, who filled the magazine, picked up a revolver from the corpse of a Guardsman in the box.

"three!"

The two guards outside the door looked at each other and slowly stood up.

"two!"

With both hands playing tricks, Anson stood up facing the box door without any scruples, aiming the guns in both hands at both sides at the same time.

"one!"

………………

"Snapped!"

Draco, who was standing in front of the door, knocked on the door with his pipe without any warning, shocking the five people who were paying attention.

"In the first-class compartment at the end of Car No. 12, where there was only one passenger, two victims appeared at the same time and died at the same time, and even the method of death was very similar."

"This seems to be a murder case that is full of mysteries, and it is even impossible to understand the reason; but in fact, the truth has been placed in front of us the moment we entered the door."

Draco turned his head and looked at the people with confused expressions, pretending to be confident:

"The key to the mystery lies in the identities of the two people!"

"……identity?"

In the silence, the old nobleman wearing a top hat spoke first, his slightly hoarse voice sounded very cautious: "Are you saying that this unfortunate case was caused by the identities of these two people?"

Draco, who was holding a pipe in his mouth, smiled slightly and did not answer his question directly. Instead, he walked between the two corpses and looked down at the captain on the right first:

"The first is the Captain of the Guards. He is in his thirties, unmarried, lives a simple life, and works hard - there are traces of injuries on his cheeks, knuckles and forearms, and the military uniform on his body has extremely obvious signs of starching. Guards officers can receive clothing and travel allowance four times a year."

"His skin color and body shape showed obvious signs of alcoholism. Combined with the injuries on his body - my judgment is that this is an officer who has been struggling for many years but has never been promoted. He lives alone and earns most of his salary and The subsidy was all used for medical treatment and injuries, as well as buying intoxicants.”

Draco spoke quickly and before anyone could react, his lowered eyes had already moved to the left:

"As for this decent gentleman, his cane sword is very unique - the body is made of dark wood with a silver-plated handle, and the steel sword inside is sharp. It does not belong to an ordinary sword-making workshop, but is made by a military industry."

"The use of this weapon proves that this gentleman also came from the military, and it is very likely that he was or still is a high-ranking officer. This is also proved by his strong physique under the coat and his ability to fight the murderer."

"The two have the same identity, similar age, and even the time and method of death are basically the same..." Draco slowly raised his head, with a meaningful light shining in his eyes:

"The whole unfortunate incident started when this wealthy and respectable gentleman heard someone outside the house while smoking his pipe, and for some reason unknown to us, he opened the door of the box unsuspectingly."

"So...what could it be because of?"

The smiling novelist deliberately seduced.

Silence... In the box filled with the aura of death, everyone with expressions that were solemn, hesitant, or confused fell into silent deep thought.

After several minutes, the frightened waiter suddenly raised his right hand tremblingly, and whispered in an extremely uncertain tone:

"Because... they know each other?"

Everyone looked up, waiting for Draco's answer.

At some point, they began to adapt to this "case-solving" method of gradually uncovering the truth.

This time the novelist deliberately did not give an immediate answer. Instead, he pondered for a long time. It was not until everyone began to show impatient looks that he nodded solemnly:

"I think that's extremely likely - but that brings up another issue."

"what is the problem?"

The train conductor, who looked ugly just now, now wants to know the answer more eagerly than anyone else.

"A captain of the Guards who lived in poverty appeared outside the door of a first-class box. A respectable gentleman of similar age and acquaintance opened the door for him. A few hours later, both of them died in the locked box. Until the enthusiastic waiter opened the door of the private room..." Draco turned around with a solemn look on his face:

"Gentlemen and ladies, I think we are very close to the truth in this case."

"This was a case of deliberate extortion and accidental murder!"

People with different expressions either screamed or gasped, but there was no surprise at all.

In fact, after following Draco in the process of "solving the case", they could already imagine the part of the story that the novelist did not tell.

A low-ranking officer who lived in poverty and was depressed found out through some means that a certain colleague from the past who was of noble birth was on the Iron Sky, so he tried to sneak into the train.

After trying to blackmail to no avail, jealousy and inferiority prompted him to have murderous intentions; in the end, the two people fighting each other died together without anyone noticing...

"But if we want to make a final conclusion, there is still a crucial piece of evidence missing."

Draco spoke softly, interrupting everyone's thoughts, and walked towards the private room door while puffing away:

"A decent gentleman from the Army like this usually has no shortage of guards around him; and the captain must understand that if he cannot find a way to kill the gentleman's guards, he will not be able to escape from the Iron Sky even if the blackmail is successful, so he will definitely Be prepared.”

"Everyone, this...is the key to the final decision!"

………………

"boom!"

The moment the gunfire rang out, the shocked Guards soldiers vaguely heard the screams of their companions, and the Guards soldiers guarding the front of the carriage disappeared.

Seizing the gap where the opponent was stunned for a moment, Anson in the box fired at both sides at the same time, using up all the bullets in an instant; the thin wall of the second-class box could not block the power of the revolver, and he killed the ambushes in the front and rear boxes. of the other two soldiers.

After confirming that he had killed the enemy, Anson decisively abandoned his empty gun and kicked the door open.

"Boom!"

The soldier's door was kicked open and slammed against the wall of the carriage corridor. He watched in panic as one of his companions was shot through the head by a bullet that came from an unknown source.

The next second, the figure that rushed out of the door got behind him, grabbed his right hand and aimed at his companion at the other end and fired - six bullets were fired instantly, and the soldier sprayed with blood mist lost his footing and fell from the connection between the carriages. .

The desperate soldier struggled desperately, but Anson behind him forcibly broke off the right hand holding the gun and forced him to turn around again.

The last thing he saw was a girl wearing an old military uniform holding a Borne rifle and grinning at him from a whole car away.

………………

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, and the panting waiter pushed through the crowded crowd in the corridor, opened the door, and looked at the people in the box with a horrified expression:

"Look, found it! Car No. 8, there are traces of gun battles and corpses everywhere!"

"Those, those people... those people seem to have perished together!"

The moment the words fell, the gentlemen and ladies crowded together in the corridors and rooms that had been quiet just now started to stir, whispering to each other and casting strange looks at Draco, either surprised or suspicious.

The novelist who smoked a pipe put his hands in his pockets and smiled in a very flat tone:

"Gentlemen and ladies, congratulations to everyone."

"We found the truth behind the train murder!"