Dr. Hodder is dead?!

Goethe frowned.

Just after I asked Swart to investigate, the other party died. This is too coincidental.

If Goethe only suspected that the other party was suspicious before, now he can be sure that there is something wrong with the other party!

"It's suicide!"

"He left a suicide note, saying that he... poisoned your grandfather. Then, feeling guilty, he finally chose to commit suicide."

Swart added.

Goethe's lips sneered.

Feeling guilty?

Whoever believes it is a fool.

There is a high probability that the 'Mist Murderer' found out that Swart had sent people to investigate, so he just stopped doing anything and just killed people and silenced them.

Or...

The other party is innocent!

Just because the 'Mist Killer' discovered Swart's investigation, he killed Dr. Hodder and set a trap for him?

Another guess came to Goethe's mind.

However, Goethe still preferred the former, that is, the "Mist Murderer" killed people and silenced them, and then set traps to lure them away.

"Where is the body?"

Goethe asked.

"Still at Hod's house, I didn't let my men move."

"I'll wait for you to go survey the scene together."

The police chief showed a flattering smile as he spoke.

Although Goethe was younger than him, Swart had seen Goethe's abilities before.

He knew very well that if he wanted to obtain a higher position, he must have good relationships with people like Goethe.

Moreover, his deceased businessman father once told him at the last moment: Leave professional matters to professional people, and you just need to give him support.

Swart kept this instruction in mind.

This is also the reason why he was able to become a police sergeant despite having mediocre abilities and a lot of shortcomings.

After a quick glance, Goethe roughly guessed what Swart was thinking.

But Goethe didn't care.

Both parties are cooperating.

Everyone takes what he needs, that's enough.

"Walk!"

Goethe said and walked out.

However, when he walked to the door, he stopped and emphasized——

"Remember to contact Morey!"

"besides……"

"Prepare something powerful!"

…

In a tree-lined neighborhood, close to Pine Avenue.

It can be regarded as the core area of ​​Luster, and many people above the middle class are happy to choose this place.

This place is more prosperous and safer than the tree-shaded neighborhoods.

It is also more cost-effective than the Songzi District, which is really a rare place.

Dr. Hodder lives here.

Of course, just becoming the personal doctor of the Goethe family cannot afford to live here. Dr. Hodder is the personal doctor of five families, and one of them is said to be a noble.

Every time he talks about this, Dr. Hodder always looks proud.

It has been more than 120 years since the Kingdom of Tesin was founded. The new nobles have already become the old nobles. Some of the old nobles have declined, while others are still prosperous. The king may change, but the nobles will always exist.

This is what 'George I' once said.

Considered as truth by many.

It was also ridiculed by many people.

Dr. Hodder is undoubtedly the former.

However, the once proud and proud Dr. Hodder was now hung from the beam on the first floor like a sausage.

"Where's Morey?"

After jumping off the carriage, Goethe asked Swart.

"You don't really think that I can command that lord, do you?"

"I have already sent someone to inform that gentleman."

"But how often that adult shows up, it's not up to me to make the decision."

The sergeant shrugged as he spoke.

Goethe expressed his understanding and then walked towards the house.

"Sheriff!"

The patrolman guarding the door looked at Swart approaching and immediately saluted.

Swart nodded and looked at Goethe who was standing at the door of the house and looking around.

The house in front of me is a two-story house with a garden.

At this time, the bright morning sun shines on the neatly trimmed lawn and white fence. On one side of the lawn, there is a white lounge chair and round table, with a folded parasol standing next to it. You only need to imagine

Suddenly, on a hot afternoon, I open my parasol, hold a glass of iced drink, lie on the lounge chair and look around, and a sense of comfort arises spontaneously.

Not to mention anything else, this one alone is much better than Guta Street.

Opening the door to Guta Street is the street, which is not only noisy but also not safe enough.

The furnishings in the room even more illustrate the doctor's wealth.

A silver tea set is placed on the side of the kitchen.

In Goethe's memory, his grandfather seemed to have a set, but he only took it out during festivals and kept it carefully at ordinary times. No one knew where to put it except his grandfather himself.

This is the difference!

Goethe sighed, walked to the other side of the lawn, and continued to look at the living room through the window.

As for going in?

Goethe would never go in knowing the trap.

Unless Morey shows up, then it will be fine if the opponent goes in first.

Or Goethe will go in only when the danger is eliminated.

Otherwise, you must keep a safe distance.

Through this window, on a table, Goethe saw Dr. Hodder's 'suicide note'.

"Bring over that suicide note."

Goethe said to Swart.

"Bring over that suicide note."

Swart said to the patrolman on the side.

The patrolman looked to the side...

Empty.

He turned his head again, looked at Swart, raised his finger and pointed at himself.

This patrolman was not a fool. The fact that Goethe and Swart did not enter the scene at all made him guess that it was very dangerous inside.

"Go quickly!"

"Don't dawdle!"

Swart urged.

The officer crushed someone to death. The patrolman walked in with a sad face, picked up the suicide note and ran back.
To be continued...