Calamity Crown

2022-02-01

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Goethe, clutching his stomach, staggered back, raised his head and stared at the policeman holding the dagger in shock.

“You?!”

Goethe pointed at each other in a shaky voice.

“It’s not me!”

The policeman with a dagger loudly said.

The sudden scene shocked everyone.

Even the reporters who came were a little not knowing what to do.

“He’s dirty…”

Bang!

The policeman with the dagger spoke loudly, but before he could finish, he was interrupted by the sound of gunfire.

The bullet hit the eyebrow.

The opponent fell to the ground.

Looking at each other’s corpse, Goethe said silently in his heart.

“That’s how I handle it.”

Then, Goethe shouted.

“Kay? Rick?”

The valet and the coachman came to their senses immediately, the former ran over to help Goethe, and the latter ran towards the carriage – called the carriage For the best carriage, naturally there is a medical kit.

And at this time, those reporters also flocked.

One by one, their faces flushed with excitement, surrounding Goethe in the middle.

“Hello sir, what just happened?”

“Sir, can you answer a question for me?”

“Sir, then Why would a police officer hurt you?”

…

Goethe didn’t show impatience at the barrage of questions, he’s Poirot .Marple now, remembering his identity Goethe gave a faint smile.

“I’d love to answer everyone’s questions, but I think I’d better stop the bleeding and bandage.”

“Don’t worry, I’m just going back to the carriage and bandaging, and after that, I’ll Give everyone enough time to interview.”

“Now, you can ask the people around you who witnessed the whole process of the incident.”

Faced with Goethe’s reasonable request, The reporters immediately got out of the way.

As they watched Goethe return to the carriage, the reporters immediately began interviewing passersby.

And those passers-by who were too frightened to go out before turned into messengers of justice at this time, and began to scold the thugs and useless policemen loudly.

Everyone is so outraged.

Every one is so genuine.

Goethe was in the carriage and heard clearly.

And that’s exactly what he wanted.

Then, he began to take off his coat and shirt, preparing to bandage the wound.

When the maid Maria sitting opposite saw the wound on Goethe’s lower abdomen, she was so frightened that tears rolled in her eyes.

Still, reaching out to help Goethe wrap up.

“I, I learned bandaging.”

“No, thank you.”

“It’s okay, it just looks serious.”

Goethe refuses with a smile.

It’s a fact, he’s controlling the force very well.

So, the blow just now is just a superficial wound.

It also looks scary on the outside.

However, the maid Maria didn’t know it, she just thought it was Goethe’s consolation for her.

Immediately, the maid bowed her head again, rubbing the fingers of both hands.

Goethe glanced over, not paying attention to the maid’s nervousness.

After he quickly bandaged himself, he walked off the carriage in his blood-stained shirt.

Goethe did this on purpose, of course.

In fact, this works pretty well.

Just as Goethe pushed open the car door, everyone’s eyes were cast. When they saw the blood-stained white shirt, they didn’t know who was the first to applaud, and then everyone applauded. Palm up.

It took more than ten seconds before the applause stopped.

“To be honest, I’m a little flattered. I have to say that Hessings is a charming city. Even if it encounters some unpleasantness, its residents will use their enthusiasm to make me forget those unpleasantness in an instant. .”

Goethe said immediately after the applause stopped.

Suddenly, such words won the favor of the people around them.

No one wants their hometown to be hated.

“You have the courage to resist in the face of blackmail by the thugs, and in the face of a sudden attack, you are still in danger. You are really a gentleman.”

A reporter endured He kept complimenting.

“My parents’ education taught me that when necessary, I must stand up. Joining the army gave me the strength to resist, while daily writing made me good at thinking and facing calmly. A sudden situation.”

Goethe said humbly.

“Have you been in the military? Are you still writing?”

Another reporter pressed.

“Yes, I have military experience, and now I’m a travel writer.”

Goethe nods.

“You’re a writer, what’s your name?”

Another reporter asked.

“Marple!”

“Poirot .Marple!”

Goethe announced his current name.

It has to be said that Zotta’s intentions for this identity, one of the reporters present said immediately after Goethe’s voice fell: “I wrote “Cat’s Travel” and “Frost Leaves”. “Poirot.Marple?”

“It’s me!”

Goethe nodded again.

Immediately, the eyes of the reporters around them lit up.

They have also vaguely heard of these two works.

Of course, they are more concerned with the sales of today’s supplement and tomorrow’s daily.

A gentleman who resists brutality is not bad though.

But the gentleman was even more eye-catching when he was a writer.

Especially when the writer has military experience and a pretty decent background.

“Mr. Marple, can you elaborate on the situation?”

“While we already know the general situation, we think it will be more true if you tell it yourself. “

One of the reporters said on behalf of all the reporters.

“Today is the first time I came to Hessings. I was attracted to Hessings as soon as I came. I plan to stay here for a while, so I went to the ‘Symoke’ Carriage Line’ rented the carriage and rented the house with Mr. Hunter of the agency, and then, on the way to rent, I met this gentleman, who appeared next to my carriage with a dagger.”

“When I pointed my gun at him, the policeman appeared, arrested the former gentleman, and took him away, and then, after I finished hiring the servants and maids, the arrested gentleman Appeared again, with four accomplices, they blackmailed me and intended to hurt me, I had to resist, but…”

“What I didn’t expect was that the policeman who arrived later After seeing the body on the ground, Mr. became angry and threatened me.”

Goethe said.

Most of it is true.

A small part has become the Spring and Autumn Brushwork.

But when combined with each other, it is enough to make people think.

Looking at the reporters in front of him, Goethe knew he had achieved his goal.

Then, after a few more questions, Goethe looked tired.

“Although I still want to talk to you all, my body tells me it’s better to rest.”

“And…”

“ If you can, please help me promote my new book – “Fortuitous Encounter in the Wilderness”.”

Goethe said, and re-boarded the carriage.

This time, no one can stop him.

The reporters got what they wanted, and each one rushed to their respective newspaper offices.

On the carriage, Goethe was thinking with his eyes closed.

Think about the omissions of the new plan.

Thinking about how to write the so-called “Fortuitous Encounter in the Wilderness”, so that he will not waste his time after all the hard work he has done.

After all, this will be the bait he threw for the new plan…

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(End of this chapter)