Calamity Crown

2022-01-18

Chapter 16 Garden Club

Will Morey be the ‘Mist Murderer’?

When this question came to mind, Goethe went to think about the probability.

As long as the poor information is used cleverly, it is not impossible to do this in Goethe’s view.

And the way people like Swart behave makes things easier.

So, Goethe has to be careful.

After all, he was going to meet each other at night.

He didn’t want the ‘answer night’ to turn into a ‘death night’.

“I’m going to make a telegram.”

Swart thought for a moment, then got up and left immediately.

The sheriff did not explain more, obviously, this should be kept secret.

Or the other party is pretending to be mysterious, hoping to gain more initiative in future cooperation.

Goethe doesn’t care about that.

He just needs an exact answer.

If Morey is really the ‘Mist Murderer’, it’s not too bad.

At least, the other party is exposed.

After so many days in Luster and appearing in the police station, it is enough to leave quite a few clues for the truly official transcender to track down the other party, and he can get away with it.

If not, then follow the original plan to meet the other person, learn more, and then think about the next step.

takes part or not, both are good for him.

So Goethe waited patiently.

An hour later, Swart returns with two blankets and two sleeping bags.

Seeing this scene, Goethe immediately knew the answer.

Morey is fine.

If Morey has a problem, Swart can’t be so ‘relaxed’.

In fact, it is.

“Mr. Morey is fine.”

As soon as he entered the office, Swart said directly.

Then the sheriff graciously handed Goethe a blanket and sleeping bag.

“It’s fine to sleep on the table, but I prefer to lie flat.”

“The wool blanket keeps the damp out.”

“And the sleeping bag will give you the illusion of lying on the bed.”

After speaking, the sheriff spread out the blanket, got into the sleeping bag, and continued: “Of course, It’s just an illusion, it won’t really be a bed, but it’s better than lying in a ‘coffin with a copper horn’.”

“I don’t know how those bastards thought of renting a warehouse. , put rows of coffin-shaped beds and rent them to the homeless at the price of a copper corner.”

“If someone dies, just put a cover on it and the body is collected. .”

“Of course, it is also better than those who sleep with half copper horns, who can only let their upper body hang on the rope to sleep. I saw it before, just when the sky was just dawn, when everyone was snoring, The manager cut the rope, and all the people in their sleep fell to the ground like this, the taste… tsk.”

Speaking of this, the sheriff shook the head.

“But it’s also better than the people who spend 1/4/2022 bronze horns, who can only sit on the floor or lean on the corners, not even lying down, and, keep meeting There are people patrolling.”

“However, people who can’t even enter such a ‘sanctuary’ are really miserable. Luster in winter is colder than expected…”

As he spoke, the sheriff’s voice gradually decreased.

Snoring begins.

Goethe glanced at each other, spread out the blanket, and got into the sleeping bag, but instead of pulling the sleeping bag up, it was open.

The weather in June is not cold.

This is enough.

Goethe was half-recumbent, and the two revolvers didn’t leave.

Even, let myself sleep closer to the inside.

He doesn’t know if danger will come, so he can only prevent it in advance.

Just like Swart.

Why did the other party choose to sleep with him in the police office?

Naturally, it is also aware of the danger.

Is it because the office is more comfortable than the bed?

Being a sheriff in this world may have many shortcomings, but it is definitely not a fool.

And the gossip just before bed?

It is to show that blankets and sleeping bags are not easy, and to bring them closer again.

As for temptation, or sympathy for the poor?

The former may still be possible.

The latter?

Goethe smiled and closed his eyes.

After a while, a slight snoring sounded.

By the time Goethe woke up again, it was six o’clock in the evening.

The sound of the grandfather clock in the police station hall gave Goethe an accurate judgment.

Getting out of the sleeping bag, Goethe slipped on her shoes and headed straight to the bathroom.

Five minutes to wash up.

By the time Goethe returns to the office again, Swart wakes up.

“Are you going to the Garden Club tonight?”

Seeing Swart in a daze, Goethe asked directly.

Swart’s ability is not good, but identity is easy to use, especially when faced with some routine troubles.

“Of course!”

When he heard that Goethe was going to the Garden Club, the sheriff immediately recovered his spirits, rushed into the bathroom to wash up, and asked his subordinates to call Carriage .

“I haven’t been to the Garden Club for a long time.”

“I don’t know if Ms. Sierra will perform on stage. Have you heard Ms. Sierra sing?”

“It’s really wonderful.”

As soon as I got in the car, the sheriff said with great interest.

Sierra?

Long legs, nice voice, and moles on the corners of his mouth.

Hearing this name, Goethe, who was looking at the dark street outside, instantly came up with the image of a woman in a white dress standing by the piano. The other party was the ‘top card’ of the Garden Club, in Luster. Famous.

Don’t dance with people at all, only sing occasionally.

And, to hear Sierra sing, it costs extra money.

1 golden gram.

A sky-high price for the poor.

But it is sought after by the middle class.

It seems that spending this 1 golden gram makes them different from the poor and gain an extraordinary status.

The previous Goethe spent it.

Then, I have a deep memory of Sierra.

At least as far as Goethe can remember, the Sierra lady was pretty radiant.

A man.

This is always the case.

Habitually get to the point.

It seems that when a beautiful athlete comes out, it will immediately attract the attention of all men, but when you ask the female athlete’s number card, there is a high probability that you will not be able to answer.

They are all focused.

There is no doubt that this was the case with Goethe before.

Keep referring to Sierra’s Swart?

I’m addicted to it.

But Goethe, it doesn’t matter.

Not immune, but seen better.

Goethe’s immunity has been greatly improved after undergoing makeup, beauty, filter baptism.

“If Ms. Sierra didn’t sing, we could find two lovely ladies to do three dances, and…hehehe.”

Swart gave a manly smile .

In the Garden Club, there are some special services, but these special services also have thresholds.

You have to do three dances first, and if the lady you dance with doesn’t dislike it, then follow up.

Money?

Nature is essential.

In other words, money is the most important thing.

“It’s here! It’s here!”

Without the driver opening the door, Swart just jumped off the carriage.

Goethe then walked off the carriage.

The appearance of the two of them made the waiter standing at the gate of the Garden Club immediately greeted them.

Being able to become the front door attendant of the Garden Club is of course very discerning.

The other party recognizes Swart.

Knows Goethe too.

The former is because of identity.

The latter is due to frequent visits to the Garden Club and… to some of the happenings in the Fang Family.

“Good evening, Sheriff Swart, Young Master Goethe.”

The waiter smiled and bowed.

Even in the bottom of my heart, the waiter was very curious about why the two would come together, but there was no difference on the face.

Swart handed over two silver cables, which were the ticket money for the two of them.

Goethe handed over two silver cables, which are the tea fee for the two of them.

The two did not need the guidance of the waiter, and walked into the gate of the Garden Club with ease.

The neon flashes make this place extra special.

The white walls, the columns with clear stripes, and the clean steps become more and more dazzling under the colorful rays of light, just like walking up the steps and entering the thighs and breasts you see inside.

Ladies with heavy makeup in groups of three or four gathered in the hall of the house, and the crystal chandeliers hung high, making the whole hall bright and luxurious, completely separated from the barren world outside.

The chairs are scattered along the wall, and next to each chair is a small coffee table with a pot of tea and a plate of snacks on it.

But no one pays attention to these except Goethe.

Even Swart is no exception.

The sheriff is looking for a target.

This is the best time to find a partner when it’s between dance music.

Everyone in the lobby is like that.

Men are, and so are women.

So, when Goethe is alone drinking tea and eating snacks, it becomes noticeable.

Tea, bitter.

Dessert, slightly sweet.

Sorry for 1 silver cord.

Goethe is sure of this.

But it can still be swallowed. After all, the people who come here don’t care about this.

The tea is enough to quench your thirst.

Snacks are good for alleviating hunger.

Goethe picked up another snack, and at this time a young girl dressed as a maid walked up to him.

When I saw this maid, if Goethe’s behavior attracted attention before, then this time Goethe was the focus of the audience.

Because, the other party is Sierra’s maid.

“Goethe! Goethe!”

“Look, it’s Ms. Sierra’s maid Susan!”

“She’s coming to me!”

“Goethe! Goethe!” p>

“Did I get the attention of Ms. Sierra?!”

Looking at the maid who was getting closer, Swart got excited, while Goethe took a glance and put the snack in. After pouring it into his mouth, he took another sip of tea to moisten the snack to make it easier to swallow.

The other party is undoubtedly looking for him.

And this is of course Morey’s arrangement.

Thinking of this, Goethe was about to stand up, but instead of staying in front of Goethe, the maid crossed Goethe and stood in front of Swart—

“ Is that Sheriff Swart?”

“Ms Sierra wants to see you.”

The maid whispered.

Swart was pleasantly surprised.

Goethe froze.

(End of this chapter)