"Who!"

Faulkner asked warily.

Immediately, a slightly familiar voice came from downstairs—

"It's me, Hunter.

There are good goods! ”

The first sentence is a normal voice, and the back voice is muffled.

Immediately, Faulkner had in mind the image of a patrolman with curly brown hair and thick cheeks, but a thin body.

After a slight hesitation, Faulkner responded.

"It's coming!"

After killing that guy, Faulkner didn't plan to fly away.

He already has his own property in Nanlos, and even if he has a windfall, he will not choose to leave this stable life.

Therefore, it is necessary to have a good relationship with characters such as patrol officers.

With the golden cane set away, Faulkner headed downstairs - this was Xilin Street, which, like Garden Street, was a middle-class neighborhood near West Merk Avenue, but Garden Street was on one side and Xilin Street was on the other side, and you had to walk the entire length of West Merk Avenue to get there.

The main buildings here are the most popular two-and-a-half-storey buildings in South Los District, each completely separate, separated by its own courtyard, which is similar to Kirk Street, but far less spacious than Kirk Street, but it is also the residence sought after by many middle classes.

After many middle-class people buy real estate here, their wives, or eldest sons, who have a skill, will open various workshops and shops as a family unit.

Like Faulkner's signboard, it's the 'Craft Carving Workshop'.

Thus, the rooms on the first floor, with the exception of a desk and two chairs, are occupied by piles of various stones and semi-finished plaster statues.

Faulkner carefully opened the door through a series of arrangements of his own.

When he saw that Hunter was indeed alone, he opened the door completely.

"Good afternoon, Officer Hunter."

Even though Hunter was only a patrolman, Faulkner was still complimentary.

He knew all too well how difficult this little person could be.

"Need coffee or tea?

I still have freshly soaked watermelon here! ”

Faulkner asked with a smile.

"Bring me two watermelons!"

Hunter asked with a look of course - not to mention eating two broken watermelons at Faulkner's, he didn't spend any money on restaurants in the Shire.

"Wait a minute!"

Faulkner smiled on his face, and in his heart he wanted to give the other man a knife.

This feeling of greed reminded him of that guy again.

I really want to see if I will show the same expression as that guy when I stab the patrolman in front of me to death." ’

The sudden impulse made Faulkner, who turned around, stunned.

However, the next moment, it was back to normal.

Reason tells Faulkner what to do now.

Behind the 'broker', Hunter's body shuddered violently, and the patrolman watched in horror as Faulkner walked to the back of the kitchen.

He just sensed that this guy in front of him wanted to kill himself.

'Delusion, huh?

This guy shouldn't dare, right? ’

Hunter thought, his palms starting to sweat.

He began to pray incessantly that his sheriff and adviser would hurry up.

Otherwise, he would probably die in the line of duty.

A moment later, when Faulkner came out with the cut watermelon, Hunter picked up the cut watermelon and nibbled on it - although it was early autumn, it was still hot at noon in South Los and a watermelon fished out of the water was really delicious.

Hunt nibbled as he pulled out five gold coins from his pocket.

"Swap it for a golden ticket."

"No problem."

Faulkner's eyes lit up at the sight of the gold coins - as a broker, in addition to the necessary news of buying and selling, his business scope also included the collection and sale of stolen goods, as well as the exchange of coins.

Gold coins, in particular, are his favorite.

Because, gold is hard currency at all times.

"Give you 2.1 exchange?"

Fornak offered a price a little higher than the highest price.

Hunter pouted dissatisfiedly, but in the end, he nodded and muttered.

"That's it for this time, next time you must give me a really high price."

"Okay! Good! ”

Faulkner smiled and nodded, and his heart kept ringing-

Kill him! Kill him!

Lay out again!

With your ingenuity, you can fool those cops with ease!

Faulkner kept smiling, his hands hidden in his sleeves clenched, and the green veins on the back of his thin hands collapsed.

Quack, quack!

Suddenly, the crow's cry sounded.

Hunter patted the arm of his chair and stood up.

"I'm still on patrol."

With that, Hunter stepped out, beads of sweat already on the patrolman's forehead—he was already clearly aware that Faulkner was in a state that was terribly wrong.

However, the signal appeared.

He could retreat.

Hurrying, Hunter walked to the door and was about to push the door out.

And at this time-

"Officer Hunter waits.

I have some more stuff here that you can take with you. ”

Faulkner smiled, stood up, and hid the sharp knife he had drawn from his desk behind his back, and walked towards Hunter step by step.

Hunter started to shiver.

Faulkner hid the knife, he didn't see it, but Faulkner hid the knife, he knew it.

"I—I see ......"

Ahem, ahem!

The patrolman began to stutter as he spoke, but suddenly a cough came from upstairs.

Hunter was stunned.

Faulkner was also stunned.

Then, ignoring it, the latter turned around directly, and rushed towards the second floor with a knife in his hand, howling frantically in his mouth—

"Who is it? Who is it? ”

"Come out for me!"

When he saw the figure sitting on his sofa on the second floor, Faulkner mercilessly waved the sharp knife in his hand and stabbed straight at the other party.

But—

Bite!

A cane stood in front of Faulkner.

Sparks splashed everywhere, and the shock force from the blade made the 'broker' almost unable to hold the knife, but what surprised the other party the most was that the cane moved on its own, and no one held it at all.

Faulkner was stunned.

The restless heart began to calm down.

"Sir, why did you break into my room?"

Faulkner was holding a knife as if he was trying to defend himself completely.

And Arthur, who was sitting on the sofa, had a newspaper in his hand, and was checking the golden cane in his hand, and when he saw Faulkner coming up, the 'medium' immediately said slowly-

"Three days ago on the night, Frank, who thought he could turn the book but lost it all again, walked out of the gambling house on Garden Street, and happened to see the 'Tate Cane Shop' with the door open, and he was ecstatic and rushed in without having time to think about it, ready to get something to flip through the book.

But he was spotted by the patrolman when he had only a few canes, and he immediately ran out, and at the same time threw the cane in his hand into the bushes by the side of the road, which he planned to come back to get later—but he did not notice that there was a fellow who had been following him, a 'strange' fellow.

That guy was the one who brought Frank from the old town in order to earn a commission from the owner of the gambling house, but Frank brought too little money, and this guy was dissatisfied with the thought that he had worked so hard to get such a small amount of money, and was ready to teach Frank a lesson secretly.

It just so happened that when he saw Frank lose his cane, he was immediately overjoyed, and when everyone was away, he picked it up.

And as soon as he got his hands on it, this guy noticed that something was wrong.

One of the canes was not the right weight, and after careful inspection, he found that the cane turned out to be golden!

He was ecstatic, but also a little hesitant, he couldn't be sure if Frank noticed the difference in the cane, so he waited outside the police station.

When Frank appeared, he immediately tricked Frank into going to Mule Street and killed him under the pretext of taking him to his home to borrow a place.

Then this guy came to you, 'bragged' to your friend, and sold you the golden cane.

You nodded in agreement, but by this time, your murderous intent had already appeared.

No!

It's your killing intent that has already appeared!

But you're worried.

It is precisely because of such concerns that you tolerate this guy who keeps 'blackmailing' you.

At the same time, you propose to this guy to impersonate Frank and completely erase the suspicion.

The guy agreed.

But what this guy doesn't know is that the next day you change your mind, you kill each other with a knife, and then, you continue to operate under the name of Frank - Frank from the old town has no acquaintances, you just need to put on a fake beard, change your body, and you can perfectly impersonate the other party.

After all, that guy can do it, there's no reason you can't.

And you have to do better!

You're going to use Frank's 'death' to cover up that guy's 'corpse'!

Because of this, you keep spreading the word about your gains at the 'Tate Cane Shop', and you keep showing off your good luck to everyone.

But in fact?

It's nothing more than a means to attract fools. ”

Arthur paused for a moment as he said this, and looked at Faulkner, a short, thin man.

And this 'broker' did not change his face.

"Sir, please leave.

Otherwise, I'll call the police! ”

As he spoke, the other party was about to go downstairs.

But the immediate one stopped.

Cook blocked the downstairs with a group of patrol officers.

And at the front is a fat figure-

"You're going to call the police?"

Dico, who had a scar on his face, craned his neck and looked at the guy above, pouting the corners of his mouth, and the baton in his hand was eager to try.

You know, there's a bounty for catching a murderer with your own hands!

Moreover, the sheriff is different from those bastards before, he will not be greedy for this bounty, he will get the full bounty, enough for his daughter Ellie to buy a beautiful dress!

"Officers, you're not going to believe an intruder, are you?"

Fornak remained calm.

“he tui！

Intruder?

That's our police advisor, Mr. Credos! ”

Diko turned his head and spat on it, a sneer on his hideous fat face.

"Credos?

That 'medium'?! ”

Fornak was stunned for a moment, then laughed, and he turned to stare at Arthur and asked.

"Nack told you?

This guy's soul didn't turn to ashes with the flames?

And, what do I need to worry about?

Even if I kill Nack, I don't need to use such complicated methods! ”

The words are full of provocation.

"No, you need!

Because, the person you are concerned about is not dead, but has temporarily lost his freedom, and you need to make him think that Nack killed Frank and go into hiding for the time being. ”

Arthur shook his head, then picked up the newspaper in his hand and threw it at Fornack.

The newspaper landed lightly, and what fell into the eyes happened to be the report of the arrest of Haidt, the owner of the 'Haite Furniture Store'.

Fornack's face changed, but he was still stiff-mouthed.

"I don't know him at all!"

The other party is categorical and loud.

Arthur looked at each other playfully, and asked lightly-

"Oh? But the family that was wiped out after Mule Street kept saying that the three of you did it? ”

(End of chapter)