boom!

The stumps and broken arms flew up.

This time, Goethe could be sure that Farrow would never die again.

He walked over and looked down at Farrow's torn body.

The other party has extraordinary power!

The ‘resurrection’ of Hod’s corpse was the fault of the other party!

Goethe was absolutely certain of this.

After all, the other party is too conspicuous.

In fact, after the explosion, Goethe, who seemed to have boarded the carriage, was searching for abnormalities around him.

Although he didn't know what the power of the resurrection of Hod's corpse was.

However, he knows one thing.

Someone must have seen him carrying the explosives and chose to 'resurrect' Hod's body immediately!

There are not many places nearby where you can see him carrying a box of explosives.

One is, on the second floor of Dr. Hodder's house.

The second is the small single-family building opposite Dr. Hodder's house.

Among them, Dr. Hodder's house has been bombed.

Therefore, only the house opposite is left.

Therefore, after getting into the car again, Goethe focused most of his attention there.

However, he was not sure.

Because he only speculated based on common sense, but the other party had extraordinary power, and it was very likely that he would use extraordinary power to observe.

However, as almost everyone in the block on the tree-lined street walked out due to the explosion, and only this house remained silent, Goethe's attention was completely focused on this house.

Then, when Goethe saw that the door of this house was finally opened, but the person who came out did not seem to have any curiosity, and instead walked out of the block, he was sure that there was something wrong with the other person.

Finally, when the other party exclaimed, Goethe was sure of the other party.

Stepping over, Goethe began to examine the body.

After the explosion, naturally there is nothing of value left.

However, Goethe still looked carefully.

Goethe had too much curiosity about the 'extraordinary'!

Why do they have powers that ordinary people don't have?

Where does such power come from?

Curiosity drove Goethe.

Therefore, when Swart rushed over, he saw Goethe squatting there, inspecting the broken limbs inch by inch. He was holding a section of the arm with such concentration that the police chief almost exclaimed, "

abnormal'.

"Cough, cough, cough."

The police chief coughed several times, interrupting Goethe's concentration.

Goethe raised his head and saw the police chief pointing around.

The residents of the tree-lined neighborhood gathered around curiously again.

"Go back to the police station and study it further."

"Um."

Faced with the police chief's proposal, Goethe did not refuse.

He lowered his hat and returned to the carriage.

Swart, on the other hand, stood there. When the residents of the block on the tree-lined street came to him, sadness appeared on the police chief's face again. Helplessly, he said slowly -

"This is another gas leak!"

"It's the same gas leak accident as before at Dr. Hodder's house!"

"I don't know if the remaining gas equipment in the block is safe, but I suggest everyone to leave temporarily and wait until the gas company staff inspects it before moving back in."

After saying that, the police chief looked at the corpse on the ground and couldn't help but sigh.

"What?"

"Another gas explosion?"

"The staff of the gas company will definitely be perfunctory!"

"That's right."

"How could the directors of those companies care about us for their own interests!"

As people above the middle class, residents living in tree-lined neighborhoods know very well what the gas company will do.

Look at the bodies on the ground!

They don't want to end up like this.

And the charred ground!

Who can guarantee that gas will not continue to leak?

Many residents seemed to be frightened and began to take two steps back.

More residents turned their attention to Swart.

"Chief Swart, we need your help. You just killed a group of dangerous guys for us yesterday, so you won't mind continuing to help us now."

They had read the newspapers this morning.

The Swart in front of him is undoubtedly a trustworthy person.

"Yes, Sheriff."

"We need you to supervise!"

Facing the sounds around him, Swart was happy in his heart, but on the surface he was embarrassed.

"I still have a job..."

"Don't worry, we won't let you delay your work!"

"We will explain to the director that you have no choice but to work overtime for us!"

The police chief said, but before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by people around him.

"All right."

"In this case, I will supervise the gas company to re-inspect and repair this place."

Swart finally nodded.

Such an agreement made the people around him cheer.

When Swart returned to the carriage and left, the surrounding residents waved goodbye in good faith.

Sitting back in his seat, Swart had a smile on his face.

He was in a great mood.

This is an unexpected fortune.

If done properly, you will be able to get back more than half of the money you spent on merit from Goethe.

Moreover, it can also gain support from the residents of the tree-lined neighborhood.

Compared with those civilians who have no fixed residence, if he wants to go further, the support of the residents here is undoubtedly more important.

It's simply killing two birds with one stone.

Thinking of this, Swart couldn't help humming a tune.

Goethe, who closed his eyes and thought, couldn't help but frown.

Swart's ditty is hard to listen to.

"Give me half."

Goethe said this, and Swart's humming tune stopped abruptly.

"What?"

"Goethe, what are you talking about?"

"What half, I don't understand what you mean at all."

The police sergeant began to act carelessly.

"Gas company, supervision, support from the Boulevard neighborhood."

Goethe spoke lightly of what Swart was concerned about.
To be continued...