Calamity Crown

"That's right."

Goethe said regretfully, but instead of taking a step back, he stepped forward and pushed forward.

In an instant, a hard object hit Shila's body.

Immediately, Sheila's whole body tensed up, and her toes straightened.

That is……

muzzle!

The muzzle of the revolver!

Goethe's left hand, which had been hidden behind him all this time, had already been placed in front of his body, holding a gun against Shira.

"Goethe, let's stop joking."

Sheila's sweet face was a little stiff.

"You were the one joking first."

Goethe responded coldly.

"I'm sorry, you know, I didn't mean that, I..."

Sheila tried to explain.

However, when he saw the familiar coldness in Goethe's eyes began to grow stronger, the head of the garden club immediately put away his rhetoric and said directly: "I know where the 'mist killer' is!"

"where?"

Goethe asked immediately.

Sheila was lying there, as if Goethe would not let go of her, so she would not speak.

Goethe stared at Shira's back.

At the neckline on the back of the white dress, a section of neck was exposed. It was whiter than the dress, but it was not pale, but a pearly white. Under the sun, it exuded a soft brilliance.

The muzzle of the revolver held by Goethe's right hand rests on this back.

After a little force, the muzzle of the gun went along the neck and pressed against the back of the opponent's head.

"Would you like to take a gamble?"

"Is my gun faster, or your knife faster?"

Goethe said coldly.

With her back turned to Goethe, a look of surprise flashed across her face. She was sure of Goethe's posture, and she couldn't see her double knives at all, because her blades were hidden in her shoes.

At the moment when Sheila's toes were straightened, a blade of a knife quietly protruded from the sole of the shoe, and when she supported her body while speaking, but then lay down, her ankle violated the check and balance of the joint, and the sole of her foot moved toward the Then turned 180 degrees.

The calf was slightly retracted, and the two shoes with hidden blades were aimed at Goethe's vest and lower back.

Sheila can be sure that she did all this without anyone noticing.

How did Goethe discover it?

Also, Goethe is not at all what he collects from his materials.

other side……

It's like a completely changed person.

This kind of sophistication and vigilance can't be a teenager at all!

But the other party is indeed a boy!

That is to say...

Goethe is pretending!

I've been faking it all along!

The Wayne family really has a secret!

Shila's eyes shone brightly, she put down her raised legs, and retracted the blade. At the same time, she said in a pitiful tone again: "I don't dare to bet, it must be your gun that is faster."

"Let's make a deal."

"I'll tell you where the 'Mist Killer' is hiding. You let me go this time, okay?"

As Sila spoke, tears welled up in her eyes, and she turned her head to look at Goethe.

Goethe thought for a moment and raised his two guns.

However, Shira's face became more and more rigid.

Because, she is still being supported.

The killing intent that had just dissipated gathered again.

Just when Sheila was about to kill Goethe no matter what, Goethe took two steps back at this moment.

As if nothing had happened, she walked to the other side of the desk and stood in front of her.

Because of the angle, Sheila blushed when she raised her head.

In the garden club, she had heard a lot, but the real thing was not.

Not to mention, so close.

Immediately, Sheila stood up.

He looked at Goethe with shame and indignation.

She took a few deep breaths before she calmed down.

She had a cold face, and her voice no longer had a trace of tenderness.

"'Mist in the Fog' at 17 Warehouse Street."

After speaking, Shira turned and left.

Looking at Shira's back, Goethe frowned slightly and raised his gun instantly.

Can,

The trigger was not pulled.

Because, he got the message of 'mist killer'.

Although he didn't know if it was true or not, according to the deal, he had to let the other party go this time.

When he was back home, he was always dragged down by 'keeping promises', but until now, he has no plans to change.

because--

It made him feel like he was still human.

Feel alive.

Just ...

a bit tired.

Goethe, leaning on the chair, murmured softly in his heart.

He stretched, stood up again, and walked to the window. He saw Shira board the carriage, and saw the carriage go away and merge into the endless crowd.

At this moment, the bell of the police station rang twelve times in a row.

"There are still three hours until three o'clock."

Chapter 28 Talk about Heroes!

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Goethe was woken up by Swart on time.

No nightmares.

After two hours of deep sleep, Goethe completely recovered his energy.

In the bathroom, Goethe washed and changed his clothes seriously.

The visit at three o'clock this afternoon is very important to him.

'Extraordinary language'!

Want to understand an unknown, what is faster than learning this unknown language?

Naturally someone taught the language!

Goethe knew this truth well.

Moreover, to learn the other party's knowledge, it is natural to call the other party a teacher - and in the concept of hometown, 'teacher' has a very special meaning.

So, Goethe is very serious.

From shirts and vests to trousers, leather shoes, coats, windbreakers and top hats, they are all brand new.

Bought from the finished product store on Pinewood Avenue.

Comes with a new oak cane.

A total of 12 gold grams was spent.

If he hadn't known that Swarte would not dare to embezzle his money, Goethe would have thought that the other party had embezzled it.

“Really Expensive!”

Goethe evaluated from the bottom of his heart, and then, he couldn't help but think of a one-and-a-quarter copper horn and a pound of black bread.

Obviously, these are almost two worlds.

It is impossible for a well-dressed gentleman to understand the hard work of the laborers.

Laborers can only fantasize about the lives of gentlemen.

Maybe……

Rice bowls are all gold, right?

Goethe touched the collar and cuffs.

Solid workmanship, good fabric.

"Don't worry, 'James and the James Tailor' won't fool people, it took them 30 years to accumulate their current reputation-although old James' eyesight is bad, but little James has inherited him perfectly craftsmanship."

"If you can, I suggest you get a custom-made suit. Although the finished product is convenient, sometimes it fits better and is more suitable for some salons."

"and also!"

"The cane they gave me was for my sake."

After the suggestion, Swart had an expression on his face asking for credit.

Then, before Goethe could speak, the sheriff approached and asked in a low voice.

"Sheila, is it moist?"

This is not the first time the sheriff has asked.

In fact, since the sheriff knew that Sheila had come to his office, especially when he found that the objects in the middle of his desk were pushed to the sides and the ground, leaving a gap where people could lie on their stomachs, He just confirmed something.

Then?

The sheriff mourned for a moment.

Then, there is a deep curiosity.

This curiosity directly washed away the sadness, and made him willing to run errands for Goethe.

After all, he had never heard of where that lady Sheila had spent the night.

"Run."

Goethe was perfunctory.

Swart made a fist with his right hand and hit the palm of his left hand.

"Sure enough!"

"Let me tell you, I met Shira for the first time before..."