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Chapter 42 Wuerth! (Please read~Please support~)

14 Kirk Street, outside.

Maltz, who was standing at the bottom of the stairs, bowed respectfully to Arthur and even said something in his mouth.

“Thank you for your contribution to the Shire.”

"I will report it truthfully and I will definitely reward you accordingly."

Arthur shook his head with a smile, held up an umbrella, carried the medium's box, and walked towards No. 2 Kirk Street with 'Anna' in his arms.

The residents of Kirk Street who were watching on the sidelines immediately subconsciously made way for a passage.

"Arthur! Arthur!"

"Wait for me!"

"I'd love to interview you!"

Scott chased after him.

The residents of Kirk Street showed envy in their eyes. Although they were truly middle class, none of them had ever had the opportunity to be published in the newspaper.

"As expected of 'Psychic Medium' Mr. Kratos, he solved another case so quickly."

"I was wondering why these patrol officers suddenly found the murderer. It turned out to be thanks to Mr. Kratos."

"What a pity, it's the Ellen family."

"Oh, I hope they rest in peace."

Arthur listened to the discussions of the neighbors behind him and glanced at Wiggins who was hiding behind the crowd.

Compared to the young reporter's openness, the golden finger who received his signal was cautious.

What happens next requires the help of these two people.

Of course, it's not the same thing.

First, according to news reports, Arthur will definitely carefully maintain his stable source of XP.

The second is, while staring at Maltz, look for the toad's real foothold. Having the experience of successfully finding beggars, Arthur is willing to give Wiggins more trust.

At the same time, we also look forward to more valuable things in the toad’s true foothold.

Arthur, who got the [Hand of Nothingness], hopes to get as much as possible.

After all, he found 'soil' and 'nutrients', but now he is in urgent need of 'seeds'!

Just [Hand of Nothingness] is definitely not enough!

Of course, the most important thing is Maltz!

Although Maltz appears to be trustworthy, and Maltz himself is full of confidence, what if there is an accident?

Arthur thought some insurance should be done.

When he returned to the door of the courtyard at No. 2 Kirk Street, Arthur heard Maltz's inquiry from No. 14 Kirk Street not far away——

"Where's Constable Otto?"

Maltz asked a patrolman whose trouser pockets were bulging and his arms were also bulging.

Maltz, a third-level police officer, chose to turn a blind eye to the patrolman's behavior in front of him.

Because, in the Shire District, and even in the entire South Los Angeles, this is the norm.

Even the most generous portion will appear on his desk soon.

A few hours ago, Maltz might have hesitated.

Now?

He was concentrating on his performance.

"Mr. Odo?"

The patrolman who was questioned was stunned for a moment, and then turned to his colleagues behind him who also had bulging pockets and asked.

"Have you seen Mr. Odo?"

"No!"

"Mr. Odo seems to have been gone just now!"

The patrolmen, completely immersed in the unexpected harvest, looked at each other, and then realized that Odo, one of the leaders, was missing.

Immediately, these patrol officers showed contempt.

In the eyes of these patrolmen, Otto must have been worried that the battle just now would affect him, so he left temporarily. After all, it was impossible to lose his share.

However, this behavior made the surrounding participants a little uncomfortable.

You know, they have fought before!

Now that we have fought, we should take the ‘trophies’!

Especially compared to Otto, Maltz, who is on the front line, should get more!

This is a ‘tradition’ from the days of the Sheriff!

As for the new law?

No patrol officers took the new law seriously.

Maltz, who was standing at the door and paying close attention to the expressions of the patrol officers, said immediately.

"Go two people and call Constable Odo back."

After saying that, he sighed appropriately.

"I go!"

"I am coming too!"

The patrolman who was stopped by Maltz volunteered, his bulging pockets already full, and he got his fair share.

If you keep stuff in it, you will break the rules.

Might as well go find Odo.

Although he despises Otto's timidity in his heart, the patrolman is obviously very willing to do this kind of thing that can please Otto.

So did another patrolman.

And soon, the two of them ran back rolling and crawling.

"O-Mr. Odo is dead!"

"Throat cut!"

The two stammered.

"What?"

"Where is he?"

Maltz looked shocked and asked immediately.

"It's in the alley just now!"

said the patrolman.

Maltz immediately ran towards the alley.

The scene that he had cleaned up a long time ago, coupled with the subsequent washing of the rain, naturally could not leave any traces. In fact, the scene he forged became more realistic - Odo rushed to the alley entrance with his head, and lay there face down. , blood infected the surrounding land.

The originally cheerful patrol officers' faces became dull and uneasy after the discovery of Odo's body.

It is different from the deaths of Lauck, Joseph and others.

Otto's death was mysterious.

The murderer needs to be found.

It can't be that Odo was also killed by the evil spirit, right?

More importantly, Odo's death may affect their income this time.

In fact, this is also true.

They turned over all their income this time.

The police station in the Shire District is located on the West Merck Avenue side. Turn right from Alta Square into Al Lane, and you can see the police station consisting of two double-storey buildings, a three-storey building and a small square. bureau.

There will be a carriage parked on one side of the small square paved entirely with square bricks, and there will always be 3-4 horses in the stables behind the double-story building on the right.

These are used to deal with emergencies.

However, the carriages and horses were not moving today, but the entire Shire District Police Station was in a state of panic.

I was even more nervous than when someone broke in for no reason and snatched the baby away.

Every police officer on duty had a serious face. As they listened to Maltz's account, they subconsciously looked at the middle-aged man sitting on one side——

Wurth.

The police chief of the dock area was wearing a traditional white curly wig, leggings, and a red dress jacket hanging on a hanger. The other party, who was wearing a vest and a white lace and silk shirt, had a tight face and slightly lowered eyes, which made him laugh. People can't see each other's eyes clearly.

However, judging from the rapid breathing, the other party's mood was not very good.

"Odo asked you to leave?"

Wuerth asked, his eyes fixed on Maltz.

Under the gaze of the Dockside Sheriff, Maltz appeared a little nervous, but answered with certainty.

"Yeah, he's a little uncomfortable."

Although Maltz said it quite tactfully, Wuerth knew that this was Odo's useless style, not only greedy but also greedy for life and fear of death.

But precisely because the other party was like this, he started from the other party to open up the situation in the Shire District.

"Odo, he..."

Maltz wanted to say something more, but Wuerth immediately raised his hand to stop Maltz from speaking.

Maltz was not unhappy at being interrupted.

On the contrary, he knew that Wuerth was irritable.

Why did he choose Odo?

Because not only did he know Odo's character well, but the entire Shire knew what Odo was.

Therefore, it is impossible to blame him, a veteran police officer who actively retired, for such an unfortunate thing to happen, and it is even less possible to suspect him as the murderer.

Didn't you see that he was nervous when he answered just now?

How could he kill someone?

Maltz cautiously took a step forward, bent down, with a nervous yet flattering smile on his face, and said softly——

"Chief, I'm retiring in three months."

"Do you think you can..."

When he heard the sergeant, Wuerth's lips curled up.

Maltz's request for instructions in the second half of the sentence had already shown that the police chief was addressing him as the 'Sheriff of the Shire District'.

Wuerth felt relieved.

He knew what Maltz wanted.

It’s nothing more than early retirement.

If Maltz's position hadn't been exchanged early, he might have really agreed.

But now?

Wuerth said next.