Guidebook for the Dark Duke

"What's your purpose in coming?" The Duke's tone was very cold.

Mrs. Johnson's expression was calm. She looked straight at Evan who was lying on the bed half sideways, and said softly, "My lord, I'm here to find Mr. Pastor."

Although Mrs. Johnson's posture was humble, her tone was not flinching at all, but rather aggressive.

Duke Wilson frowned, looking at Mrs. Johnson with a colder look.

"Mr. Pastor is seriously injured. If you have anything to say, please speak as soon as possible."

Mrs. Johnson was blocked by Duke Wilson's words. After a while, she said: "I want to talk to Mr. Pastor alone. I need to confess."

After Mrs. Johnson said these words, Duke Wilson was a little speechless. After all, Mrs. Johnson was still a Christian, so she still had such rights.

Duke Wilson glanced at Evan in a blink of an eye, but found that Evan sat upright thoughtfully, looking at the void in front of him.

Duke Wilson couldn't tell what Evan was thinking, so he could only whisper: "Pastor Bruce, can your body withstand such a thing?"

Evan raised his head as if he had just reacted suddenly. There was a flash of thought in his expression, but finally he became firm, nodded and said: "Of course, thank you for your concern."

Duke Wilson had expected his answer, so he could only nod his head helplessly: "That's good, but if you can't bear it any longer, you can call me." After saying this, he looked at Evan and agreed. , then turned and left the room.

After Duke Wilson went out, Mrs. Johnson walked to Evan's bed. Her appearance was very gentle, so gentle that it was so shallow that people sometimes ignored her appearance.

Evan belongs to this type of person. Although he had contact with Mrs. Johnson before, after all, he had relatively little time, and they were all greetings from a long distance, so this time, it was the first time he saw this woman so clearly. look like.

"Mr. Pastor." Mrs. Johnson gracefully took off the gloves on her hands and sat down on the stool beside Evan's bed.

"What do you think of my husband's death?"

Evan's heart moved, she was talking about death, not suicide.

"This is really a tragedy." Evan still made a look of compassion: "Please mourn."

Mrs. Johnson didn't show any sadness on her face, she still stared at Evan calmly, with a trace of almost cold firmness in her eyes.

"You are a pastor." Mrs. Johnson said lightly: "I heard about your accusation against my husband from Sheriff Chandler. Not surprised."

Evan looked at Mrs. Johnson with some surprise, and even exposed his family scandal in front of him. This is not at all what people of this era do.

Evan wisely chose not to speak.

Mrs. Johnson did not stop there, and continued: "I know better than anyone what kind of person my husband is. He is greedy, vain, and lustful, he likes to put on a show, and he likes to be clever. He is the most corrupt person I have ever seen. A gentleman." At this point, Mrs. Johnson paused slightly: "No, I don't even know now, whether I can call him a gentleman."

Evan lowered his head in embarrassment. A lady speaks ill of her husband in front of you. No matter what the situation is, it will make people feel at a loss.

Seeing Evan like this, Mrs. Johnson couldn't help but smiled: "Do you think I'm crazy?"

Evan coughed dryly and pulled out a forced smile.

Mrs. Johnson didn't force Evan to say something, but continued on her own: "Maybe, many people think I'm crazy." After she finished speaking, she laughed as if mocking herself.

"Although my husband has so many shortcomings." Mrs. Johnson's expression suddenly became serious: "But I can also tell you that a despicable, shameless and selfish person like him will not take it easy. suicide."

Her words were serious and earnest, with almost no expression, but Evan was stunned for a while.

He had never heard such a malicious testimony.

He looked at Mrs. Johnson, with some doubts in his expression: "Since you have such a speculation, why didn't you tell Sheriff Chandler?"

There was a wry smile from the corner of Mrs. Johnson's mouth: "You know better than me what kind of person Sergeant Chandler is. If I say these words to him, he will definitely think I'm crazy."

Evan looked at Mrs. Johnson, thinking that I think you are also very sick.

"Madam, this matter is not something I can decide. Even if you have such doubts, I can't do anything for you."

Evan didn't want to take matters into his own hands at this time, especially since this matter was related to the church. He was afraid that the church's visitors would be here in the past few days, so he couldn't get involved in this kind of thing at this time.

After hearing Evan's words, Mrs. Johnson was obviously a little disappointed, but in the end she quickly adjusted her emotions and smiled a little reluctantly.

"You are a kind person. I know I am very sorry for the church for what my husband has done. Don't worry, I will try my best to compensate the church."

Mrs. Johnson saw that it didn't make sense from a rational point of view, so she began to win over Evan from this aspect.

Evan looked at Mrs. Johnson and sneered in his heart.

"This matter will naturally be handled by the church and the police. I am really relieved that you are sensible."

Evan is not the pastor Ross who is flattened and rounded by others. It was originally the church's money, and Mrs. Johnson would not let it be used as a favor.

Mrs. Johnson was speechless by Evan, and she looked a little embarrassed.

"You're right." She lowered her head and touched the glove, her tone was a little pitiful: "I am also very ashamed of my husband for doing these things, but now he is dead, I just want a result, he He will not commit suicide, he will definitely not commit suicide!"

At the end of Mrs. Johnson's words, there was a hint of crying. She looked straight at Evan, completely without the indifference before.

Evan looked at Mrs. Johnson with some surprises. He thought that this lady had absolutely no feelings for the extremely bad husband she said, but now looking at her sad face, Evan suddenly discovered that the woman was this The most elusive species in the world.

"What exactly do you want?" Evan's tone was almost helpless.

Mrs. Johnson's eyes lit up when she heard him ask this question, and she immediately said: "Pastor Bruce, you are a kind person. My husband died innocently. I can't do anything about it, but you have a close relationship with Sheriff Chandler. This matter Can you please pay more attention, I just want one result."

Mrs. Johnson's pleading made Evan frown. He had never been in contact with Mrs. Johnson before, but now it seems that this woman is more difficult than her husband.

First, he wanted to use Johnson's abnormal death to hang Evan, but seeing that it would fail, he resorted to the policy of mourning soldiers. He really didn't miss any opportunity.

"Madam, Mr. Johnson's death, Sheriff Chandler has already made a conclusion. The speculation you said has no specific basis. I can't rely on this to make any request to Sheriff Chandler. Madam, I really I'm sorry."

Evan really didn't want to pay attention to this scheming woman, even if Johnson died strangely, he didn't want to show weakness in front of this woman easily.

Mrs. Johnson looked at Evan, and suddenly realized that the pastor was not as innocent and kind as she imagined. Mrs. Johnson's heart suddenly hung, and she suddenly realized that her strategy would definitely not succeed.

"Pastor Bruce." Mrs. Johnson's expression finally softened: "I understand what you said, I'm sorry, I just hope that my husband's death can be explained reasonably."

Seeing that she finally stopped pretending, Evan sneered in his heart, but there was no expression on his face, he just whispered: "Don't worry, Sheriff Chandler is a good policeman, he will not let people die in vain Yes, this matter still needs a hearing, so don't worry."

Mrs. Johnson's expression changed slightly, she pursed her lips and smiled: "Thank you for reminding me, you are really an upright person."

Evan knew that there was no sincerity in Mrs. Johnson's words, but he just nodded with a smile. In fact, he also had doubts about this matter, but he didn't want to follow Mrs. Johnson's thoughts.

Mrs. Johnson is also a smart person. Seeing that Evan was not in a high mood and his purpose could not be achieved, she immediately offered to leave.

"You are still injured, so I won't bother you. Please rest well. I'll take my leave first."

Mrs. Johnson spoke very politely, and Evan would not be too rude, and smiled gently: "Thank you for your visit, and I am sorry for what happened to you."

Mrs. Johnson stood up, nodded slightly, turned and left the room.

Mrs. Johnson left the room, and Duke Wilson entered.

"What did she say?" Duke Wilson walked up to Evan and helped Evan lie on the bed. This position was also the most comfortable for Evan.

Evan enjoyed the Duke's service, with a smile on his lips. Duke Wilson, if he wants to treat someone well, he is more careful than anyone else.

"Mrs. Johnson thinks that Mr. Johnson didn't commit suicide." Evan was lying on the bed, and the duck down blanket was very comfortable.

Duke Wilson's expression became serious. He sat next to Evan, looked down at Evan with a soothing expression, and asked in a low voice, "What did she say?"

When Evan heard the question, he raised his head to look at Duke Wilson, hooked the corner of his mouth and said, "She said, Mr. Johnson is the most selfish and shameless person she has ever seen in this world, and he will never commit suicide of."

As expected, some surprise appeared in Duke Wilson's eyes: "Is she crazy?"

Evan lowered his head, buried his face in the quilt, and said in a low voice: "She doesn't look crazy, in fact, in my opinion, what she said makes sense, if Mr. Johnson wants to commit suicide , how could he come to deceive you in the first place?"

Duke Wilson looked at the back of Evan's head. The soft blond hair made him feel a little itchy, so that he was a little distracted and didn't hear Evan's question clearly.

Evan hadn't heard a reply for a long time, and felt a little puzzled in his heart. He turned his head to look at Evan, and then he fell into a deep eye, which contained deep obsession and paranoia. All of a sudden, Evan was a little dazed Living.