Calamity Crown

2022-02-04

Chapter 67 Appears (First Update)

The waiter who was identified as the murderer was taken aback.

Then, he waved his hands again and again.

“I’m not!”

“The key is in the hands of Mr. Chef, I can’t lock the door!”

The other party said loudly.

Goethe squinted and said word by word.

“Who said the murderer left the kitchen after killing someone?”

All of a sudden, everyone was taken aback.

Lanster’s eyes, who had been smiling all the time, snapped open, obviously, the sheriff was thinking of something.

And the youngster who had said ‘through the wall’ also looked at Goethe with interest.

The rest have not responded.

“Mr. Chef entered the kitchen, Mr. Sous-Cook broke into the door, everyone was immediately attracted by the corpse on the ground, they ignored the people beside them, or to be more precise…”

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“The location behind the door!”

Goethe continued.

This time, everyone reacted.

“He just hid behind the door?!”

People looked at the waiter in disbelief.

“You are talking nonsense!”

“I found Mr. Chef’s body with everyone!”

The waiter shouted loudly.

“Really?”

“Then please wipe the grease off your back – Sheriff Lanster asks you to check if there is a greasy quilt on the wall behind the kitchen door. It’s rubbed off.”

Goethe said disinterestedly.

The case that suddenly appeared in front of me is really too simple for Goethe, who has watched more than 600 episodes of dead elementary school students in his hometown and the whole play is under the name of grandfather, especially when his [body] is almost When it is three times that of ordinary people, some details that ordinary people cannot observe are infinitely magnified in Goethe’s eyes.

For example…

heartbeat!

The waiter in front of him had a very violent heartbeat from the very beginning. Even the screaming lady had a gentle heartbeat, but the other party remained the same.

This naturally caught Goethe’s attention.

After careful observation, Goethe found something tricky.

It’s like doing a question and flipping through the answers ahead of time, and the whole process can be reasoned out quickly—well, except for math.

“Pueraria!”

Lanster shouted immediately, the deputy sheriff rushed to the kitchen, and then, behind the door, found on the greasy wall, there was a real A piece was scraped off.

Immediately, Pueraria rushed towards the waiter.

There was no resistance, and when Pueraria charged, the waiter collapsed.

“It’s his fault!”

“It was he who told me that adding some medicine to the food would make the food delicious, but he didn’t tell me to do so, Addictive and Die!”

shouted the waiter.

Goethe raised his brows. To be honest, he suddenly felt that it wasn’t such a pity that he didn’t have lunch here, and he also thought that Maria’s ‘blood soup’ might not be so difficult to swallow. .

Maybe…

I should go home for dinner?

If Maria is cooking now, shouldn’t it be too late?

Goethe thought, but a polite smile was already on his face.

Because, a group of reporters who were blocked by the patrol police had already rushed in at this time.

“What happened to Mr. Marple?”

“How did you find out about the murderer?”

“Did you just help the police arrest the murderer?”

These reporters gathered around Goethe, asking questions.

Even though they witnessed the whole process, at this time, they still asked enthusiastically.

Not just for professional reasons.

And because…

They’re really interested.

When they met Goethe, they felt like they had met a treasure.

Goethe always shows a more ‘fresh’ side whenever they think they know enough about Goethe.

First the gentlemen of the fearless thugs.

And then the excellent travel writer.

Then the boy who spilled blood on the club.

Now what?

Detective!

Not the kind of third-rate detective who investigates extramarital affairs and finds cats and dogs, but a first-rate detective who can solve murder cases.

The reporters were immediately excited when they thought of this.

If it wasn’t out of date, they really wanted to rip Goethe apart to see if there was any new identity.

“As you can see, an unfortunate thing happened here. I was just hoping to treat myself to a lunch, but I didn’t expect to be involved.”

“And I was able to spot the murderer because I was able to observe everything around me.”

“If it wasn’t for Sheriff Lanster who couldn’t wait to ask me for help, I would have just waited patiently until the last moment, the murderer. Maybe point them out when you have to escape.”

Goethe replied with a smile.

And such an answer made the reporters excited.

They all heard what Goethe was saying.

Especially the last sentence.

‘Can’t wait’, ‘patiently wait’, ‘escape’ are some words that make these reporters imagine.

Immediately, the reporters looked towards Lanster.

At this time, facing a group of reporters, Lanster couldn’t keep smiling, his smile was a little stiff.

And Goethe’s words didn’t stop.

“I have no ill intentions, but as an ordinary citizen, I hope that every policeman can protect our safety as advertised.”

It is almost the same as Lanster’s words before. , Goethe returned the original amount.

Lanster’s already somewhat stiff smile was completely frozen on his face.

Watching Lanster look like this, Goethe continued.

“I think Sheriff Lanster will be able to do it, right?”

“The murderer just said some amazing things, and Sheriff Lanster will definitely find out. Right?”

“Sure!”

Lanster’s voice almost came out of his teeth.

Goethe is all smiles.

The other party wanted him to make a fool of himself, and of course he would fight back.

In addition, you have to find more things for the other party to do, which is just interest.

Look at how kind he is, he didn’t shout and kill, just let the other party get tired of running around.

Goethe then walked out of the restaurant after dealing with the reporters with ease.

At this time, Goethe’s reputation column has reached 20!

And that’s far from the limit, Goethe is well aware that by tomorrow, when what’s happening here is reported, his reputation will rise again.

“It’s an unexpected harvest, right?”

Goethe thought about it, and was ready to board the carriage.

And at this time—

“Mr. Marple?”

A shout came from behind.

It was the youngster with three bodyguards in the previous restaurant.

At this time, the other party did not let the bodyguard follow, but signaled the bodyguard to stay in place and walked towards Goethe alone.

In order to maintain Poirot .Marple’s character, Goethe stopped, turned and looked towards each other.

“Excuse me, Mr. Marple.”

“Your reasoning is brilliant, like a novel!”

“And Your own experience must be more exciting than your novel!”

The other party walked over quickly and praised again and again.

“Thanks for the compliment.”

Goethe responded with a smile.

“No, no, no!”

“I’m not complimenting, I’m telling the truth!”

youngster lowered his voice , wrote a symbol with your finger.

Suddenly, Goethe pupils shrank.

Because…

That’s his Graphical Language hidden in the novel!

(End of this chapter)