Calamity Crown

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

"you?!"

Goethe pointed at the other party with a trembling voice.

"not me!"

The policeman with the dagger said loudly.

The sudden scene shocked everyone.

Even the reporters who arrived were a little overwhelmed.

"He's dirty..."

boom!

The policeman with the dagger spoke loudly, but was interrupted by gunshots before he could finish speaking.

The bullet struck between the eyebrows.

The opponent fell to the ground and couldn't afford it.

Looking at the other party's body, Goethe said silently in his heart.

"That's how I handle it."

Then Goethe shouted.

"Kay? Rick?"

The servant and the coachman came back to their senses immediately, the former ran over to help Goethe, and the latter ran to the carriage - the so-called best carriage naturally had a medical kit.

At this time, those reporters also flocked to the scene.

Their faces were flushed with excitement, and they surrounded Goethe in the middle.

"Hello, sir, what just happened?"

"Sir, can you answer a question for me?"

"Sir, why did that officer hurt you?"

...

Facing a series of questions, Goethe did not show any impatience. He is now Poirot Marple, and Goethe, who remembered his identity, showed a slightly weak smile.

"I would 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 to bandage up. After that, I will give everyone enough time for interviews."

"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 moved out of the way.

After watching Goethe return to the carriage, the reporters immediately started interviewing passers-by.

And those passers-by who were too frightened to show their anger before turned into messengers of justice one after another, and began to reprimand those thugs and useless policemen loudly.

Each one is so righteous indignation.

Each one is so genuine.

Goethe could hear clearly in the carriage.

And that's exactly what he wanted.

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

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

However, he still reached out to help Goethe bandage.

"I, I learned to bandage."

"No, thank you."

"It's okay, it just looks serious."

Goethe smiled and refused.

This is true, he has controlled his strength very well.

Therefore, the blow just now was only a skin trauma.

It also looks scary.

However, the maid Maria didn't know, she just thought it was Goethe comforting her.

Immediately, the maid lowered her head again and kept rubbing her fingers.

Goethe glanced at it, but didn't care about the maid's nervousness.

After quickly bandaging himself up, he stepped out of the carriage wearing his blood-stained shirt.

Goethe did this on purpose, of course.

In fact, it works quite well.

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

After more than ten seconds, the applause stopped.

"To be honest, I am a little flattered. I have to say that Hestings is a charming city. Even if I encounter some unpleasantness, its residents will use their enthusiasm to make me forget those unpleasantness in an instant."

Goethe spoke immediately after the applause stopped.

Immediately, such words won the favor of the people around.

No one wants their hometown to be hated by others.

"You bravely resisted the mob's extortion, and you were unflappable in the face of a sudden attack. You are really a gentleman."

A reporter couldn't help but praise.

"The education of my parents taught me that I must stand up when necessary. My military career gave me the strength to resist, and my daily writing made me good at thinking and able to calmly face unexpected situations."

Goethe said modestly.

"Have you ever served in the army? Also engaged in writing work?"

another reporter asked.

"Yes, I was in the military and now I'm a travel writer."

Goethe nodded.

"You turned out to be a writer, what is your name?"

another reporter asked.

"Marple!"

"Poirot Marple!"

Goethe announced his current name.

It has to be said that Zota's intentions for this identity, one of the reporters present said immediately after Goethe's voice fell: "It is Poirot Marple who wrote "A Cat's Travel" and "Frost Leaf". ?"

"it's me!"

Goethe nodded again.

Immediately, the eyes of the surrounding reporters lit up.

They also vaguely heard these two works.

Of course, what they are more concerned about is the sales volume of today's supplement and tomorrow's daily.

A gentleman who stands up to brutality is not bad though.

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

Especially when this writer has military experience and a pretty good background.

"Mr. Marple, could you elaborate on the situation?"

"Although we already know the general situation, but if you tell it yourself, we think it will be more true."

One of the reporters spoke on behalf of all reporters.

"It's the first time I came to Hessetings today. I was attracted by Hessetts when I came here. I plan to stay here for a while, so I rented a carriage at the West Merck Carriage Co., Ltd. And I rented the house with Mr. Hunter from the agency, and then, on the way to rent, I met this gentleman, who appeared next to my carriage with a dagger in hand."

"When I pointed my gun at him, the police gentleman appeared, arrested the previous gentleman, and took him away, and then, after I finished hiring the manservant and maid, the arrested gentleman appeared again , and brought four accomplices, they blackmailed me and intended to hurt me, I had no choice but to resist, but..."

"What I didn't expect was that the policeman who arrived later became angry after seeing the corpse on the ground, and even... threatened me."

Goethe said so.

Most of it is true.

A small part has become the Spring and Autumn strokes.

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

Looking at the appearance of these reporters in front of him, Goethe knew that his goal had been achieved.

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

"While I still want to talk to everyone, my body tells me it's best to rest."

"besides……"

"If you can, please help me promote my new book - "Adventures in the Wild."

As Goethe said, he boarded the carriage again.

This time, no one stopped him.

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

On the carriage, Goethe closed his eyes and thought.

Think about omissions in the new plan.

Thinking about how to write the so-called "Adventures in the Wilderness" can make him not waste his time after laying out so much just now.

After all, this will be what he throws out for his new plan...

bait!