Mystery: The Stars Returner

Andrew shrank back, leaning against the corner and not daring to raise his head.

This made Hastur a little confused. He remembered that Andrew's behavior was not so bad when they first met. Was he stimulated by something during this time?

"It seems you prefer violence to chatting."

As Hastur spoke, he lifted the square wooden table in the room with one hand and raised it over his shoulder, as if Andrew would have the table cover him if he didn't speak.

Andrew shuddered and hurriedly begged for mercy: "I really don't know anything. I just want to take the opportunity to extort a sum of money. Other things are none of my business!"

"Who asked you to blackmail me?"

"..."

Andrew's face turned pale and he moved his lips, but did not dare to say anything else.

At this time, there was a noise outside. It was the dock workers who happened to be passing by. They found a strong man in gray clothes lying on the ground with bleeding from his waist.

Andrew's eyes lit up and he shouted: "Gentlemen! There is a robbery here! Help!"

Snapped!

The wooden table in Hastur's hand directly covered it, hitting Andrew with stars in his eyes, bleeding from his mouth and nose, and he fainted.

After thinking for a while, Hastur tidied up some messy clothes first, walked to the door, blocked the situation in the room, and shouted at the three dock workers who heard the sound:

"Gentlemen, the gangster just escaped from the back door. He still had a knife in his hand. He is very dangerous. Please call the police and arrest him!"

When the three dock workers saw Hastur's young face and his clothes that were obviously not ordinary people's, they quickly believed what he said. One of them went to call the police, and the other two bravely followed.

After the three of them left, Hastur returned to the room, held Andrew by his collar with one hand, picked him up, and took Andrew to another place while no one was around.

As he passed by, he touched up the kick of the strong man in gray who was stabbed in the waist by a broken wooden stick.

……

The sewage outlet of a paper factory, where the pipeline leads directly to the sea, and untreated industrial sewage washes directly into the ocean.

There was a nauseating smell nearby.

Not far from the sewage outlet, Hasta held Andrew's legs and put his head close to the black, smelly industrial sewage.

Before he touched the industrial sewage, Andrew's body reacted. A big mouthful of filth spurted out, and his whole body instantly recovered from his coma.

He stared blankly for a moment before he understood his current state.

"No! I'll tell you everything!"

Looking at the industrial sewage just a finger away from his lips, Andrew finally begged for mercy.

But it was no use. He still watched the foul-smelling industrial sewage soak through his lips and pour into his nasal cavity.

A stench of suffocating feeling instantly numbed his whole body, but he did not dare to ask for mercy again, otherwise he would be greeted by a mouthful of chemical drink.

After three or four seconds of immersion, Hastur lifted him out of the water, shook him twice, and then threw him on the shore.

"Wow!"

Andrew vomited again, until his face turned blue and his body was weak, then he looked at Hastur with fear.

His lips trembled: "You are simply a devil!"

He really couldn't imagine how such an elegant nobleman could do such a thing?

This is simply more vicious and more awe-inspiring than their method of punishing disobedient people!

Now he can still feel numbness, bitterness, astringency and even a little sweetness on the tip of his tongue.

"Pooh!"

Andrew spat a few more times, trying to rid his tongue of this complex taste.

"The devil likes to hear the truth. I hope you won't try to hide anything anymore. If there is an extra corpse here, I'm afraid no one will find it within a month."

"Even if they find out, they'll probably pretend nothing happened."

"After all, the body stinks so much that no one would want to fish it out."

Hastur's calm tone made Andrew's face turn pale again. He was really frightened.

"I said, someone asked me to go to you and blackmail you for a sum of money."

"You lied. It seems you prefer to have a drink here."

Hasta narrowed his eyes, seeming to see through all of Andrew's little thoughts.

"I didn't. What they actually wanted was one thing. It was my suggestion to extort a sum of money under the pretext of extorting money, so that it would be less likely to arouse suspicion!"

Andrew shook his head quickly, so anxious that he almost burst into tears.

"what?"

"They said it was a golden box the size of a palm. I don't know what it's called specifically."

Andrew was afraid that Hastur would not believe it, so he stretched out his hand to show the size of the box.

"Who are they?"

"I don't know, but there are extraordinary people among them, the kind of beings with extraordinary power. They promised me that as long as I can get the golden box, they will help me become a Sequence 9 criminal."

"Why don't they come and get it themselves and why do they need your help?"

"I don't know very well, but I once heard them say something like this: Only those who are related to destiny can get the things of destiny."

"What's so special about you?"

"I actually played cards with your father, Voltaire, at the gambling table, and I won him a lot of money."

Hastur stopped questioning and began to think about the ins and outs of all this.

The last few questions, Andrew wasn't lying, this was really all the information he knew.

The key information is: golden box, destiny related, Voltaire Campbell.

He had no memory of the golden box. It might have been an item hidden by Voltaire. If it really existed, then it was most likely hidden somewhere on the third floor.

It is easier to understand the matter related to destiny. It must be the extraordinary people of the destiny path. They follow the guidance of destiny. For many things, their way of dealing with it is magic stick plus metaphysics.

As for Voltaire, he might have been cursed, which was why he had bad luck all the way. In the end, he even lost his footing and fell into the water, dying.

But that doesn't change the fact that he is a dog gambler.

"I've said everything, can I leave?" Seeing Hasta not speaking for a long time, Andrew asked timidly.

"Are you rushing to jail?"

"?!"

Andrew's face turned pale and he said tremblingly: "You have no intention of letting me go?"

"Defrauding a nobleman involves a huge sum of money. Don't you have to go to jail?"

"I……"

"Don't you want to become a Sequence 9 criminal? This is a good opportunity."

"..."

Lying on the ground, Andrew curled up and remained silent.

Hastur did not let him go so easily. He counted his fingers and said: "Because of you, I broke two stained glass windows and have been worried for so long. You should compensate a nobleman for his material and spiritual losses, so that there is fairness." Chances of jail time."

Andrew understood the subtext in this sentence. If he didn't lose money, he would be sunk into this industrial sewage.

"How much do you want?"

"Oh, how much money do you have?"

Hasta's eyes lit up slightly. If someone doesn't have too many deposits, they usually won't ask how much they want, but will just tell them how much money they have left.

Andrew shuddered and hesitated: "The total of all my property is less than 20 gold pounds."

"Andrew, why did you lie again? You will anger the devil."

For the sake of the gold pound, Hastur was willing to give him another chance to tell the truth.

"Only less than 100 gold pounds! I really only have this little money! There is really no more!"

"Oh, you are dishonest again."

Hastur stepped forward, and under Andrew's horrified gaze, he picked up his legs, lowered his head and moved sideways, approaching the black water.

"I said, I said! I still have more than 200 pounds in cash! There is also a small house on 33rd Street in Jowood District!"

"Is this really all there is?"

"real!"

Andrew cried sadly. If he was really that rich, he wouldn't blackmail a noble!

The more than 200 pounds in cash was what he had saved through years of frugality. It was his only savings.

"Only honest people are eligible for salvation, but you still have to pay a price for the lies you just told."

Hastur lowered his hands, and Andrew's lips and nose were immersed in industrial sewage again.

After a three-second pause, Hastur picked him up and threw him on the shore.

"vomit!"

Andrew supported the ground with one hand, turned sideways, and felt nauseated and retched again, almost vomiting out bile.

After Andrew's stomach was almost cleared, Hasta discussed the big issue of compensation amount with him.

Finally, after a cordial and friendly exchange, Mr. Andrew was willing to spend all his cash to compensate Baron Hastur Campbell for his mental losses during this period.

As for the money for the two stained glass windows, Baron Hastur Campbell showed the generosity of a nobleman and waived this considerable expense.

"Congratulations on the opportunity to go to trial and jail."

"..."

Andrew curled up and turned his back to Hastur. Without saying a word, he silently stretched out his hand to wipe his tears.

"Answer me a few more questions, and the feud between us will be over."

Hastur asked more questions about Voltaire's behavior at the gambling table in the past and some of his ridiculous actions.

After being taught two lessons, Andrew behaved very well and was very willing to cooperate with the questioning.

When nearby police officers received the news and arrived, they saw Andrew hanging on a rope, with his legs up and his head down, only a finger away from the black water.

The fraudster Andrew had been knocked unconscious. Fortunately, his life was not in danger. He just kept vomiting after waking up.

On the other side, Hastur has already taken away 225 gold pounds 6 suler for mental damages from the place where Andrew hid the money.

That's a lot of money.

Hasta's steps also became a little more relaxed. When passing by a clothing store, he lightly sniffed his clothes, which smelled a bit stinky.

It must be that he stayed at the sewage outlet for too long, and his clothes were stained with the stench there.

Without hesitation, Hasta walked into the clothing store, ready to buy a new outfit.

As soon as he walked into the clothing store, Hasta looked surprised and looked at a figure in front of him who was choosing clothes.

Miss Sharon!