Calamity Crown

Morey emphasized.

Then, before Goethe could speak, Morey added.

"However, because of this, your weekly salary is 4 gold grams, and you will be reimbursed 50 gold grams every month. At the same time, I will find a teacher for you to learn the 'extraordinary language' - Kyle will with you."

"It's the same age you met at the Black Sail Security Company this morning."

"He's a nice young man, like you."

good?

Goethe recalled the young man's indifference and hostility this morning, and couldn't help curling his lips.

On the other hand, Morey continued to exhort, as if he didn't see it.

"I need to recuperate for about a month. In the next month, you and Kyle will be in charge of the 'special case' that happened in Lust."

"If something can't be dealt with, publish a cat-hunting revelation on the "Lust Daily" that day - looking for a pure black, seven-year-old cat, reward 1 gold gram, 11 silver rope and 7 copper horns, And signed 'xyz'."

"When I see it, I will take the initiative to look for you."

"Do you still have any questions?"

After speaking, Morey looked at Goethe.

"Do you want us to check out 'Mist of the Fog''s lair again?"

Goethe asked.

Immediately, a smile appeared on Morey's face.

Appreciation appeared in the eyes of this Luster official in charge of extraordinary.

"At No. 32, Little Durian Street."

As the other party spoke, he walked to the window and pushed it open.

But before going out through the window, the other party suddenly remembered something and said another sentence.

"Remember to go to 'No. 10 Fevry Street' at three o'clock in the afternoon to find Mrs. Burns from tomorrow, she will teach you 'supernatural language', don't be late!"

After finishing speaking, the other party jumped out of the window.

By the time Goethe rushed to the window, Morey was no longer in the night.

You know, this is the 8th floor!

And Morey was injured!

But even so, he still did something that ordinary people couldn't do at all!

"Is this the power of 'extraordinary'?"

Goethe murmured in a low voice.

I have more yearning for this power in my heart.

Even though he probably has no talent.

It is not Goethe's style to give up without trying.

Moreover, even if it fails, Goethe still has a hole card...

【Bloody Honor】!

Even if he can't obtain extraordinary power, it can still allow him to protect himself at this stage!

Goethe glanced at the remaining [Bloody Honor], immediately picked up his jacket, checked the two revolvers, bullets and the dagger stuck in his trouser legs, and then walked downstairs.

He is going to No. 32, Little Durian Street.

I just asked Morey about the lair of 'Mist in the Fog', but it's not that Goethe loves and works hard, but that Goethe wants to find more [Blood Honor], and what better place is there than the lair of 'Murder in the Fog' .

Even Goethe was ready to see his 'relative corpse' there.

And when Goethe arrived at No. 32 Little Durian Street in the carriage of Pine Nut Hotel, he was surprised to find that Swart was already there.

The sheriff didn't look too happy at this time, with a sullen face and gauze wrapped around his head.

When he saw Goethe coming to ask, he forced a smile on that gloomy face.

"Hi, Goethe."

The other party said hello.

After Goethe nodded, he looked at the gauze.

Suddenly, the sheriff sighed.

"I didn't see Ms. Shira, and I was knocked out as soon as I entered the room. When I woke up, I was woken up by my own people. They said you asked them to rescue me."

The sheriff said regretfully.

"What luck!"

Goethe couldn't help sighing as he looked at Swarte, who completely forgot about the risk he might take because of the existence of Ms. Shira.

In his original guess, there is a high probability that Swart is gone.

Even if he is alive, he is at least seriously injured. Where is it like now, it is just scratched.

But Swart didn't notice Goethe's exclamation at all, and he continued talking.

"Then, the police station just sent an order, asking me to cooperate with you and that Kyle in special cases."

Swart looked at Goethe questioningly.

As for doubts?

Swarte, who was not stupid, would not be puzzled, and naturally guessed what happened between Goethe and Morey.

And he?

Just need to cooperate.

But Goethe was surprised by Morey's speed.

"perhaps……"

"Morey should have arranged everything before meeting me."

After reacting, Goethe was slightly startled, and then returned to normal.

Morey's approach did not displease Goethe.

Because, the more the other party is like this, the stronger the "cooperation" between the two parties is.

This is what Goethe wanted.

At least……

That's it for now.

Facing Swarte, who already roughly understood, Goethe didn't explain further.

His attention was completely on No. 32 Xiaodulian Street in front of him.

It is only one block away from Durian Street.

The prosperity of Durian Street can also be seen here.

However, unlike the rich nightlife on Durian Street, it should be very lively during the day, with shops lined up next to each other, neat stone floors in front of the doors, and towering gas street lamps.

But at this time, the cast railway lights of No. 32 had already been bent over 32 degrees, and the whole No. [-] was in dilapidated condition. The signboard of "Beard Grocery Store" was broken into three sections, half of the second floor collapsed, and the first floor was full of damaged pits. It was like throwing two angry bulls into the hole, tossing for a day and a night.

In the house, blood can be seen everywhere, and five corpses are stumbling around along with the scattered goods.

Goethe stepped in.

First, he looked around carefully, and then he squatted down to check the five corpses.

Then Goethe looked up again and looked around.

The next moment, Goethe frowned.

Something is wrong!

Chapter 22 News!

When he was in his hometown, Goethe, who used to work part-time as a 'cleaner', saw 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 check 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 bolts.

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

"Someone 'cleaned' the scene after Morey left and before Swart came!"

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 with them."

Seeing Swarte dawdling, Goethe said directly.

"Ok?"

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 is yours!"

"Understand?"

"asshole!"

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