They all call me master

"who!"

Faulkner asked warily.

Immediately, a slightly familiar voice came from downstairs——

“It’s me, Hunter.

Good stuff! "

The first sentence is a normal voice, while the second sentence is a lowered voice.

Immediately, the image of a patrolman with brown curly hair, plump cheeks, and thin figure appeared in Faulkner's mind.

After a slight hesitation, Faulkner responded.

"coming!"

After killing that guy, Faulkner didn't intend to fly away.

He already has his own property in Nanlos, and even if he gets a windfall, he will not choose to leave this stable life.

Therefore, it is necessary to have a good relationship with people like patrol officers.

Putting the golden cane away, Faulkner walked downstairs - this is Xilin Street, which, like Garden Street, is a middle-class neighborhood close to West Merck Avenue, but Garden Street is on one side, while Xilin Street is on one side. It's on the other side, and you need to walk through the entire West Merck Avenue to get there.

The main buildings here are all the most popular two-and-a-half storeys in South Los Angeles. Each building is completely independent and isolated by its own courtyard. This is similar to Kirk Street, but far less spacious than Kirk Street, but It is also the residence that many middle class people pursue.

After many middle-class people buy real estate here, their wives or eldest sons with special skills will open various workshops and shops as a family unit.

For example, the signboard Faulkner put up was ‘Hand Sculpting Workshop’.

Therefore, apart from a desk and two chairs, the room on the first floor is occupied by piles of various stones and semi-finished plaster statues.

Faulkner walked through a series of his own arrangements and carefully opened the door a crack.

When he saw that it was indeed Hunter alone, he opened the door completely.

"Good afternoon, Officer Hunter."

Even though Hunter was just a patrol officer, Faulkner was still complimentary.

He knows all too well how difficult this kind of little person is.

“Want coffee or tea?

I also have freshly soaked watermelon here! "

Faulkner asked with a smile.

"Give me two watermelons!"

Hunter asked with a matter-of-fact expression - let alone eating two broken watermelons in Faulkner, he didn't spend money to eat out in the Shire area.

"Please wait!"

Faulkner had a smile on his face, but in his heart he wished he could stab him.

This feeling of greed reminded him of that guy again.

‘I really want to see if he will have the same expression as that guy when he stabs the patrolman in front of me with a knife. ’

The sudden impulse caused Faulkner, who turned around, to stumble.

However, the next moment, it returned to normal.

Reason tells Faulkner what to do now.

Hunter, who was behind the 'broker', trembled violently. The patrolman looked at Faulkner's back as he walked towards the kitchen in horror.

He just felt like the guy in front of him wanted to kill him.

‘Illusion?

This guy shouldn't dare, right? ’

Hunter's palms began to sweat as he thought about it.

He began to pray constantly for his sergeant and counselor to hurry up.

Otherwise, he might die in the line of duty.

A moment later, when Faulkner came out with the cut watermelon, Hunter picked up the cut watermelon and started to eat it. Although it was already early autumn, the noon in South Los Angeles was still hot, and a piece of watermelon fell from the water. The watermelon picked up is really a delicacy in the world.

Hunter took out five gold coins from his pocket while chewing.

"Exchange it for a golden ticket."

"no problem."

Faulkner's eyes lit up when he saw the gold coins - as a broker, in addition to necessary trading information, his business scope also includes the collection and sale of stolen goods and the exchange of coins.

Especially gold coins are his favorite.

Because gold is hard currency at all times.

"Can I exchange it for you 2.1?"

Fornac gave a price slightly higher than the highest price.

Hunter curled his lips in dissatisfaction, but in the end, he nodded and muttered.

"That's it this time. Next time you must give me a really high price."

"Okay! Okay!"

Faulkner smiled and nodded repeatedly, while his heart kept ringing——

Kill him! Kill him!

Lay it out again!

With your intelligence, you can easily fool the police!

Faulkner kept smiling, but his hands hidden in his sleeves were clenched, and veins popped out on the backs of his thin hands.

Gah, gah!

Suddenly, the crow sounded.

Hunter patted the armrest of the chair and stood up straight away.

"I still have to go on patrol."

With these words, Hunter stepped out and beads of sweat appeared on the patrolman's forehead - he had clearly noticed that something was wrong with Faulkner's state.

However, the signal came.

He can retreat.

Quickly, Hunter walked to the door and was about to push it out.

And at this time——

“Officer Hunter, wait a minute.

I have some things here you can take with you. "

Faulkner kept smiling, stood up, held the sharp knife he pulled out from the desk and hid it behind his back, and walked towards Hunter step by step.

Hunter began to shiver.

He didn't see Faulkner hiding the knife, but he was familiar with Faulkner's posture.

"I, I see..."

Cough, cough!

The patrolman began to stutter when he spoke, but suddenly there was a cough from upstairs.

Hunter was stunned.

Faulkner was also stunned.

Then, the latter ignored him, turned around, rushed toward the second floor with a knife, and howled crazily——

"Who is it? Who is it?"

"Come out!"

When he saw the figure sitting on his sofa on the second floor, Faulkner mercilessly stabbed the figure with the sharp knife in his hand.

but--

Ding!

A cane stood in front of Faulkner.

Sparks flew everywhere, and the backlash force from the blade almost made the 'broker' lose his grip on the knife. But what surprised him most was that the cane moved on its own, with no one holding it at all.

Faulkner was startled.

The previously uncontrollable restlessness began to calm down.

"Sir, why did you break into my room?"

Faulkner held the knife as if it was for self-defense.

Arthur, who was sitting on the sofa, had a newspaper in his hand and was checking the golden cane in his hand. When he saw Faulkner walking up, the 'spiritual medium' said slowly -

"Three nights ago, Frank, who thought he could make up his money but lost everything again, walked out of the gambling house on Garden Street and happened to see the "Tate Cane Shop" open. He was so ecstatic that he couldn't make up his money. Without having time to think about it, he rushed in, ready to grab something and read the book.

But he was discovered by the patrolman after he had just picked up a few canes. He immediately ran out and threw the cane into the bushes on the roadside. He planned to come back and get it later - but he didn't notice the guy at all. I have been following him, a guy who is "unfamiliar with his life".

That guy was the one who lured Frank from the old city in order to earn commission from the gambling house owner, but Frank brought too little money. When this guy thought about how much effort he had put in, he got such a small amount. He was dissatisfied with the money and prepared to teach Frank a secret lesson.

By chance, when he saw Frank throwing his cane, he was immediately overjoyed and waited until everyone was far away before picking up the cane.

But as soon as he got it, this guy realized something was wrong.

One of the canes had the wrong weight. After careful inspection, he discovered that the cane was actually gold!

He was ecstatic, but also a little hesitant. He was not sure whether Frank noticed the difference in the cane, so he waited outside the police station.

When Frank showed up, he immediately deceived him into Mule Street and killed him on the pretext of taking Frank to his home to stay.

Then, this guy comes to you, 'shows off' what he has done to your friend, and sells you the golden cane.

You nodded in agreement, but at this time, your murderous intention had already appeared.

No!

It’s your murderous intention that has already appeared!

But you are worried.

It is precisely because of such concerns that you tolerate this guy who keeps 'blackmailing' you.

At the same time, you propose to this guy that he impersonate Frank to completely eliminate suspicion.

The guy agreed.

But what this guy didn’t know was that you changed your mind the next day, you killed the other party with one knife, and then you continued to act in the name of Frank - Frank who came from the old city had no acquaintances, you just needed to tag him With a fake beard and a change of body shape, you can perfectly impersonate the other person.

After all, if that guy can do it, there's no reason you can't.

And, you have to do better!

You have to use Frank's 'death' to cover up that guy's 'body'!

Because of this, you continue to publicize your harvest in the ‘Tate Cane Shop’, and you continue to show off your good luck to everyone.

But what about the reality?

It's just a way to attract fools. "

When Arthur said this, he paused briefly and looked at Faulkner, a short and thin man.

But this ‘broker’ didn’t change his expression.

"Sir, please leave.

Otherwise, I will call the police! "

With that said, the other party made a gesture to go downstairs.

But he immediately stopped.

Cook led a group of patrolmen to block the downstairs.

And at the front is a fat figure——

"Are you the only one who wants to call the police?"

Dico, who had a scar on his face, rubbed his neck, looked at the guy above, curled his lips, and was eager to try the baton in his hand.

You know, there is a reward for catching a murderer with your own hands!

Moreover, unlike those bastards before, the Sheriff will not be greedy for the bounty. He will get the complete bounty, enough to buy his daughter Ellie another nice dress!

"Officers, you wouldn't believe an intruder's words, would you?"

Fornak remained calm and composed.

"He tui!

Intruder?

That's our police department's consultant, Mr. Kratos! "

Dico turned around and spat, with a sneer on his ferocious fat face.

"Kratos?

That ‘psychic medium’? ! "

Faunak was stunned for a moment, then laughed. He turned around and stared at Arthur, asking.

"Did Nak tell you?

This guy's soul didn't turn into ashes with the flames?

And, what do I need to worry about?

Even if I kill Nak, I don't need to use such complicated methods! "

The words were full of provocation.

"No, you need it!

Because the person you are concerned about is not dead yet, but has only temporarily lost his freedom. You need to make him mistakenly think that Nack killed Frank and temporarily hide. "

Arthur shook his head, then picked up the newspaper at hand and threw it towards Fornak.

The newspaper landed lightly, and what caught my eye was the report of the arrest of Haite, the owner of the Haite Furniture Store.

Faunak's expression changed, but he still spoke harshly.

"I don't know him at all!"

The opponent was categorical and decisive.

Arthur looked at the other party playfully and asked calmly——

"Oh? But the family behind Mule Street that was wiped out always said that it was the three of you who did it?"