I Will Be The Crowned King

Ten minutes later, two guard officers walked into the living room and sat down face to face with Anson, who had to squeeze into the small sofa.

Because the only couch in the living room was "occupied" by the two guards, the petite Lisa had to squeeze with Anson, staring at the two officers like a vigilant ragdoll. .

Mrs. Bogner on the side was still as usual, slumped into the sofa with the thin blanket wrapped around her; perhaps because of the briar pipe in her mouth, the cloudy eyes looking at Anson were softer than before. some.

The living room was so quiet that only the sound of "crackling" in the fireplace could be heard, and the atmosphere was particularly depressing.

"cough!"

Sitting on the left side of the sofa, the guard officer with light gray eyes and hooked nose coughed softly, took out a notepad and pencil from his coat pocket, and cast Anson's eyes full of vigilance:

"Name?"

An Sen, who was just about to answer, didn't have time to speak when the guard officer sitting on the right suddenly pressed his colleague's shoulder with a "crack!" and smiled gently at Ansen:

"Dear Mrs. Bogner, oh, and this Army friend...sorry, my colleague is too serious."

"We received a report that the explosion of the cafe on Boleman Street is suspected to be related to the activities of the Old Gods." Said, the apologetic guard officer ignored the surprised eyes of his companions and continued to smile to the three of them:

"So this is just a routine inquiry, by the way to investigate the situation - so everyone don't be so nervous, relax; we are the guards, not the gangsters who come to extort money, haha!"

The simple little joke made the originally depressing atmosphere a lot easier.

"My name is Anson Bach, this is my sister Lisa Bach." Patting Lisa's little head, Anson, smiling, repeated what he said to a talker:

"We came to the capital yesterday, and we were sitting in this living room when the cafe exploded - this Mrs. Bogner can testify, and I was negotiating the price of the rent with her at the time."

The smiling guard officer turned his gaze to the old woman beside him, and Mrs. Bogner, who never had a good face, sighed and snorted in agreement.

"Well, since there is Mrs. Bogner's testimony, it must be completely fine!" The guard officer shrugged with a smile, and continued casually:

"Since you only came yesterday, that means you have no impression of the Old John's Cafe downstairs, and you don't know why it exploded suddenly, right?"

"Yes."

"No suspicious people, or anything unusual?"

"no."

"Since that's the case, then we don't have anything to continue asking." The guard officer stood up and extended his right hand to Ansen enthusiastically:

"Thank you for your willingness to cooperate with our work, Your Excellency Anson Bach; next time if there is any suspicious or wrong discovery, please immediately notify the nearest guards around you, and we will definitely rush over to deal with it as soon as possible!"

"Okay, next time definitely next time!"

Anson stood up, shook hands with the officer with a polite smile, and prepared to send the two guard officers out.

at this time……

"Wait a moment."

Sitting on the sofa all the time, the aquiline-nosed officer who had been silent since the first opening was interrupted suddenly said:

"Your Excellency Anson Bach, you just said... was it the Royal Capital that came to you yesterday?"

The happy atmosphere suddenly became depressed again.

The smiling guard officer looked at Anson with apologetic eyes, and silently sat back on the sofa.

Anson picked up Lisa on the sofa and slowly sat down:

"Yes."

"Then what kind of transportation did you use to reach the capital?" With a calm tone, the hook-nosed officer raised his eyes and looked at An Sen:

"Wangdu Central West Station, Steel Sky, second-class box of No. 3 in the tenth carriage... Right?"

Bad visitor...

Heartstrings tensed, Anson shrugged his shoulders pretending to be relaxed: "Yes, you are right."

"You just need to answer 'yes' or 'no', Your Excellency Anson Bach." The hooked-nosed officer's tone was gloomy:

"Go on answering my question, is there anyone else besides Miss Lisa Bach in your carriage?"

"Yes." An Sen, who did not change his face, said truthfully.

"In an old coat, with red hair—Draco Wilts, eh?"

"Yes."

"Can you tell me more about your contact with him along the way?"

"Uh... I'm sorry, but this question doesn't seem to be answered with 'yes' and 'no'." Staring at the other party's eyes, An Sen pretended to regret.

The hook-nosed officer was stunned for a moment, and his gloomy expression instantly became furious.

"you--"

"Snapped!"

Just as he rushed towards Anson, the officer of the guards who was sitting next to him pressed his shoulder again.

The hooked-nosed officer who was restrained turned his head with an ugly expression, only to see his companion shaking his head slightly.

"Don't be so excited, if you have any questions, sit down and talk slowly." The guard officer raised the corners of his mouth again, smiled at Anson and Lisa who had a fierce expression on his face, and then looked at his companion beside him:

"You treat the tenants here so rudely, don't you want to make Mrs. Bogner angry?"

The sullen aquiline-nosed officer looked at his companion's eyes, paused, and then silently sat back on the sofa.

Mrs. Bogner, who was curled up on the sofa, said nothing, and exhaled a long puff of smoke in the direction of the two officers.

"cough!"

Coughing twice again, the hook-nosed officer took a deep breath, and his light gray eyes looked at Anson again: "Dear Your Excellency Anson Bach, please tell us in detail what happened between you and Draco Wilters. US."

"This involves a bizarre murder, so please be more specific!"

"OK."

Anson, whose eyes were a little confused, looked at the two guard officers with different expressions, and Mrs. Bogner who was smoking a pipe, and said calmly:

"To be honest, I don't know much about this person - I was having lunch with Lisa when the murder happened, and I don't know anything except that someone in the first-class box was killed."

"As for the experience...Draco Wilters is a talker, very talkative, and very good at annoying people; but what he says is basically boring nonsense, and he forgets about it, so there's really no point in it. What an impression."

This set of explanations was prepared by Anson before he left the Steel Sky~www.readwn.com~ The content is basically true, and there are no very obvious loopholes-basically, the content of the day of the murder is just scraped.

Just when Anson thought he was finally going to get up and leave, a cold voice suddenly sounded in the living room:

"box."

The hooked-nosed officer stared at Anson coldly, spitting out the word with slightly moving lips.

"Um... what?"

The alert An Sen blinked and looked at him blankly: "What box?"

Looking at Anson's expression, the hook-nosed officer narrowed his eyes and turned his head to look at the old woman who was always silent:

"Dear Mrs. Bogner, may I ask if you see a box that is not quite right in the luggage brought by this Honourable Anson Bach?"

"A leathery, somewhat worn suitcase."