"Not the one you turned yourself in!"
The sheriff stretched his tone until all eyes were on him, and he was satisfied. He continued-
"I just received an anonymous tip-off saying …"
"You killed your own brother."
Chapter IV Trial
Anonymous tip-off letter?
I’m afraid it’s a remedy
Goethe glanced at the dark body and sneered at the bottom of my heart.
Those’ pursuers’ undoubtedly found that the famous’ Soko’ didn’t show up with him on time, so the horse started the backup plan-an anonymous tip-off to test what happened to the police station.
No matter what the accident, the evidence will achieve the ultimate goal of the other party to get him out of the police station!
Obviously, the police station must have something to quickly distinguish whether it is a liar or something.
Moreover, the other party must have identified’ serial killing’ by doing so, and he will certainly attract people who have this thing or have this ability.
The’ Chaser’ plan is perfect.
Unfortunately …
The only miscalculation is that he really didn’t kill Harder.
More importantly, the other party did not expect that he killed’ Dark’ Soko.
"If so, it seems to be bolder!"
Finding the present situation can help Goethe to have a plan at the bottom of his heart.
Why did he come to the police station?
In search of protection
What if it can be done once and for all?
Nature is the best.
But this plan needs someone to "cooperate"
Thinking of this, he looked at the sheriff Swart’s mouth and smiled again.
"I didn’t kill Hud."
Goethe said with a smile.
"Everyone will not admit to killing himself."
Facing the denial that Goethe was tainted with alcohol, Swart laughed and said in a very peaceful way, "I hope you can just say this is hello."
There is no ups and downs in the tone, even if it is threatening.
If you’re not in the interrogation room, you can’t see that the other person is interrogating Goethe. On the contrary, it’s a bit like a bar meeting someone who is familiar and nodding.
But it made Goethe frown secretly.
At present, Swart probably belongs to the kind of guy who muddles along.
And …
Should still be the kind of person who doesn’t mind self-interest and self-welfare.
Goethe glanced at each other’s coat and leather shoes, and the workmanship was not worse than his suit-you know, his suit was made by Goethe’s parents to celebrate his first birthday before the Wayne family fell, but it cost him 7 gold grams without a cane.
According to Goethe’s memory, the weekly salary of an elite lawyer who can enter and leave the city hall is about 23 jinks.

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