Calamity Crown

2022-01-18

Chapter 5 Interrogation

Anonymous report letter?

Is it a remedy?

Goethe glanced at the Anko’s corpse and sneered in his heart.

Those ‘Chasers’ undoubtedly found out that the dark son named ‘Soko’ did not show up with him on time, so they immediately started a backup plan – using anonymous report letters to test what happened in the police station .

No matter what the accident is, using facts as evidence will achieve the other party’s ultimate goal: let him leave the police station!

Obviously, there must be someone or an item in the police station who can quickly identify whether it is a lie.

Moreover, if the other party does this, he must be sure that he who has ‘serial killing’ will definitely attract people who have this item, or who have this ability.

The ‘Chasers’ plan is perfect.

Unfortunately…

The only thing wrong is that he really didn’t kill Hader.

What’s more important is: what the other party didn’t expect is that he killed ‘The Dark Son’ Soko.

“If that’s the case, it seems that I can be a little bolder!”

Goethe, who found that the situation at hand could be used, instantly had a plan in his heart.

Why did he come to the police station?

In search of protection.

What if it could be done once and for all?

Of course it couldn’t be better.

However, this plan requires someone to ‘cooperate’.

Thinking of this, he looked towards Sheriff Swart in front of him, the corners of his mouth upturned again, and a smile appeared.

“I didn’t kill Hader.”

Goethe said confidently with a smile on his face.

“Everyone will not admit to killing themselves.”

Facing Goethe, who denied it, Swart, tainted with alcohol, laughed, and then said in a very peaceful tone : “I want you to say it directly, it’s for your own good.”

There is no hesitation in the tone, even if it is threatening.

If you weren’t in the interrogation room, you wouldn’t be able to see that the other party was interrogating Goethe at all. Instead, it was a bit like meeting someone who was familiar in the bar and then nodded to say hello.

But that made Goethe frown.

The Swart in front of him is probably the kind of guy who just gets by.

And…

The type of person who doesn’t mind using their rights for their own benefit.

Goethe glanced at the coat and leather shoes on the other party’s body. It was obvious that the material and workmanship were not worse than the set he was wearing. His parents made it for him to celebrate his 18th birthday, and although it didn’t come with a cane, it cost 7golden gram.

According to Goethe’s memory, an elite lawyer who can enter and exit the city hall, the weekly salary is about 2-3 golden gram.

It belongs to the absolute middle class.

And a sheriff’s salary is obviously not up to such an income.

Where did the money come from?

Of course it is obvious.

It is naturally difficult for Goethe to ‘cooperate’ with such a guy.

Even, Goethe is sure that if the other party is allowed to come, there is a high probability that the current matter will be taken away, just like his disappearing ‘family’-you know, although his home is not in Luster The city center, but also the city center, where similar continuous disappearances happened, Swart in front of him as the sheriff impossible did not know, but the other party still pretended not to know.

These are enough to illustrate the point.

But luckily, the other party is not the principal.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Goethe’s face again, and he said again in a very positive tone.

“I didn’t kill Hader.”

Swart raised his eyebrows at this answer.

Swart’s patience is clearly limited.

The last moment I pretended to be peaceful, this time, I raised my voice directly

“No?”

“Although we are facing murderers, we will The other party is hanged, but before hanging, we will interrogate, identify the scene, confirm again, then detain, and finally hang!”

“This process is very long.”

The sheriff walked up to Goethe as he spoke, as if he wanted to give Goethe oppression, but just as he straightened up, he burped out a wine burp.

Assaults the senses.

Goethe didn’t dodge, he looked at the sheriff, smiling, still saying in a certain tone: “I didn’t kill Hader.”

He, really Didn’t kill Hader.

It was ‘Goethe’ who killed it, not him.

After speaking, he closed his eyes and stopped looking at everyone in the interrogation room.

Under Swart’s eyes, the middle-aged patrolman who had been standing beside him immediately raised his baton, ready to show Goethe a little color, but before the baton could fall, Swart did not. Suddenly thinking of something, he immediately waved his hand to stop his subordinates.

“I hope you’re telling the truth.”

Swart, having changed his mind, turned to leave.

The door to the interrogation room closed again.

Goethe closed his eyes and listened to the muffled sound of the door colliding with the door frame.

“Sure enough!”

“There are people or things in the police station that can tell whether people are lying or not!”

“This is also the category of transcendent!”

“It proves my previous guess about the ‘official control’ of the world in front of me from the side. In this way, my plan just now can be successful!”

Quickly, Goethe started Complete your plan in your heart.

He wants to make everything reasonable.

Or to be more precise…

Prescribe the right medicine!

Although the official transcender is there, the other party obviously won’t care about ‘trivial matters’.

Since that’s the case…

Let’s make everything the other person cares about!

Goethe made up his mind.

……

And in the room next to the interrogation room, there was a man in a tuxedo with a white shirt inside.

This room is about the same size as the interrogation room, with no furnishings, and there is only a man standing in the entire room.

The man looked down at the pocket watch in his hand, and said straight after Swart walked in.

“He didn’t lie.”

While speaking, the man didn’t even look at Swart, his eyes fixed on the pocket watch in his hand, but Swart didn’t dare to neglect, almost flattering He smiled like he was asking for instructions, “Then how do we deal with him?”

“Just follow the normal process.”

After getting the man’s affirmative answer, Swart After bowing, he returned to the interrogation room.

“Put Goethe in custody first.”

“Then, look into the whole case in detail.”

“This guy Soko?”

“Throw this guy in the morgue first, and wait until the final result comes out, and then deal with it.”

As soon as he entered the interrogation room, Swart said to the middle-aged patrolman.

Immediately, the middle-aged patrolman was relaxed and showed a relieved smile-the middle-aged patrolman was not stupid. He watched everything and could see that Goethe was in big trouble. It was terrible, and he might lose his life, and the weekly salary was not worth his life.

“You’re good luck, boy!”

“Go to the cell first!”

“Although the environment is not good, it is at least safer than outside !”

Said, the middle-aged patrolman walked towards Goethe, and the two younger patrolmen were not surprised.

Everything is as Goethe guessed.

Faced with the trouble he might bring on, these guys are going to perfunctory.

Seeing the three of them getting closer and closer, Goethe didn’t cooperate at all and began to struggle violently.

Suddenly, the middle-aged patrolman was very angry.

This time, without Swart’s signal, the middle-aged patrolman raised his baton.

Goethe looked at the baton that was about to fall, and immediately shouted in a roaring voice-

“Come on! Hit me!”

” In less than a month, my grandfather died of a sudden illness, my parents disappeared, then three Uncles disappeared with my aunt, including my three cousins were also disappeared overnight, and then, my only aunt I also disappeared on the way to the police here!”

“And me?”

“I was kicked out by a sudden creditor before I could react. house!”

“Now!”

“When I finally escaped from that ‘ceremony’ and got a clue to seek cooperation with you, I faced Prison and beating?”

“If so…”

“Come on, I’m here!”

Roaring to the end, Goethe Almost hoarse.

“Bastard, do you think I dare not?”

The middle-aged patrolman roared.

As for what Goethe said?

He didn’t care at all.

What died or disappeared.

As long as there is no report, it does not exist.

And if he disappeared on the way to report the case, that is also not reported, and it does not exist.

Of course, even if it is reported, as long as it is not recorded, it still does not exist.

The middle-aged patrolman who was too familiar with the whole process didn’t bother to explain to Goethe, he just wanted to teach Goethe a lesson.

But at this time —

dong!

There was a muffled knocking sound on one side of the wall.

Swart, holding his arms and watching the joke, immediately complexion changed and shouted loudly: “Wait!”

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(End of this chapter)