Even if the curse is interrupted in time, this fate is inevitable.
...He doesn't want to become the fourth person!
Not to mention brother Johnny and grandmother!
They are all dead!
"I'm willing to try."
Everyone looked towards the corner where the voice came from and saw Dante Blum sitting there.
"If someone interrupts, the consequences won't be that big of a deal."
Bram said sincerely.
"This evil curse is too harmful to the town... If we want to fight it, we must understand what it is."
"Actually, I was planning to ask Sheriff Makan for help."
Hitzfeld glanced at Makan.
The fat sheriff's face suddenly turned pale.
"But if someone volunteers..."
"Doctor, are you sure?"
"determine."
"Then follow me upstairs."
This kind of experiment should not be done in a spacious place, because the field of vision is wide and it is easy to "accidentally hurt" more people.
So that bedroom.
Just let Bram stand at the door and watch.
"I heard them say you were a detective."
On the way upstairs, Bram showed his curiosity about the girl.
"You are very young... Oh, I mean, at this age, especially for this gender, you must have suffered a lot to get to this point."
"You've suffered a lot."
Hitzfeld glanced at him.
"I heard your father is also a doctor."
"Yes, he devoted the rest of his life to this town."
“He’s a great man.”
"Yes, much greater than I am."
"Oh?" Hitzfeld stopped and looked down at him from above, taking advantage of the terrain provided by the stairs. "You don't seem satisfied with the compliments you receive from outside..."
"No."
Being stared at by her sharp eyes, Bram subconsciously showed panic in his eyes.
But he suppressed it forcefully: "I just...my father has already paid his dues, and mine has just begun."
He is lying...
Subconsciously, Hitzfeld heard a whisper in his ear.
"Do you know Johnny?"
She said nothing and continued walking forward.
"know."
Bram breathed a sigh of relief: "He often fights with others. I have prescribed medicine for him several times."
"When it comes to getting the prescription, does he go to him or do you go to him?"
"He came to see me, his injuries weren't that serious..."
"So you never took the initiative to visit him."
"Of course, I don't have a close relationship with him."
"Then why do you come to this house so often?"
"I……"
Bram's pupils contracted slightly.
He rolled his eyes little by little, stared at Hitzfeld's thin back, licked his lips, and clenched his right fist.
Hitzfeld was still walking.
The corridor was filled with the sound of their footsteps and breathing, and no other sounds could be heard.
"You must have heard those rumors."
he said.
"As for my connection with Helen—or even with Lily—I must say it is not the case at all."
"Oh?"
"Actually..." His expression was very struggling at this moment.
"Well, actually, the reason I come here so often is because I'm treating Mrs. Gebrina because she's been suffering from severe domestic violence."
Domestic violence?
The first thing Hitzfeld thought of was Jonah, and how he slapped his wife to the ground in front of them.
Ok.
It would be strange if there was no domestic violence between such couples.
"Your hair color is quite rare."
She changed the subject again.
"Are there any similar ones in town?"
"If there were no other outsiders, there would be no such thing."
Bram's clenched fists loosened again.
A look of confusion appeared on his face, and he had no idea what Hitzfeld was trying to find out by asking these questions.
"Mrs. Gebrina once said that this evil spirit was the 'Curse of Blood-Veined Gold'. You have been in this town for a long time. Have you ever heard of anything similar?"
"Something like that means..."
"Mysterious stories and legends."
"Then it should be...wait, it seems there is."
"Can we talk first?"
Stopping at the door of the scary room, Hitzfeld turned around and smiled at the tall man.
A pure smile.
Bram was a little dazed by the shaking.
"of course can."
He quickly recovered and looked at the girl deeply.
"That's a legend from a long, long time ago..." he recalled.
“It’s even older than this town. It should be its predecessor, the ruins left behind by the mining company.”
"It involves the three men who first discovered the gold."
"In this legend, they are all dead."
Chapter 17: Curse of Blood-Marked Gold
“Today is 1984.”
"The official construction date of the town of Barvik should be 1940, which is 43 years later."
"If you have read the relevant materials, you will know that there were three people who made this happen: two local residents and a rich young man who was abandoned."
"Two local residents - the Koft brothers, and a wealthy young man - Paul Lawrence?"
Hitzfeld interrupted and asked.
“Yes.” Bram was a little surprised, “…it’s them.”
"Since I have accepted the commission, I certainly cannot come here blindly... Yes, I have seen that black and white photo in the information." Hitzfeld nodded slightly.
"That photo of three people touching the gold together." Bram nodded with deep emotion. "It was published in newspapers all over southern Sara at the time and caused a sensation across the country!"
"Because of that newspaper and that photo, the town of Barvik became a darling overnight. Countless poor people packed their bags and came here just to realize their dream of getting rich. All this was started by those three people, but few people know what happened to them."
"This is their story," he said, straightening his attitude. "My father told me this."
"In 1939, Barvik was a desolate place..."
"The Koft brothers used to be workers - miners. After the mining companies left, they had nowhere to go. Since there were few people in the valley, they decided to stay here for a while and make a living by fishing and hunting."
"During this process, they met Paul Lawrence. He was from the Lawrence family. Yes, he was the steel tycoon that we often see in newspapers. He must have just suffered a defeat in a family struggle and was exiled here."
"Paul Lawrence was ambitious at first, because his competitors, his relatives, told him to run a mining company here. He thought that with his ability, he could rise again quickly as long as he had a platform, but when he arrived, he saw only desolation... abandoned houses, mines, and almost no living people in the entire settlement."
"In this environment, let alone starting a business, he didn't even have enough money for the return trip."
"There was no one here who could even lend him money. He was trapped and nearly starved to death after a week."
"It was the Koft brothers who found him and saved him. As a result, the three of them became good friends, the kind of friends that are willing to risk their lives for each other."
No wonder they were willing to share the gold.
Hearing this, Hitzfeld felt a little emotional.
Of course, this is just a noble reason. Many people have a better relationship with them than them, but they will become enemies after discovering gold.
"We all know what happened next." Bram coughed. "I'll add a few details: it was Paul Lawrence who discovered the gold."
"Aren't there three of us together?"
"Three people dived underwater to look for it without knowing it in advance, and then found it together? Do you think it is possible?"
"…Go on."
"Paul found the gold - and because he was grateful for the help of the Koft brothers, he was willing to share it with them. The three of them became positive role models for a long time because of this shared story. In the eyes of many people, that photo symbolized the spirit of adventure, the return of hard work, and noble rewards. They were regarded as the greatest of the kind of people."
“But their circles are different.”
"Paul used this incident to raise his status. He regained his position in the Larence family, brought in people from the family, and started to build his own gold-digging team."
"The Koft brothers didn't join him, maybe because he didn't invite them, or maybe because they never thought of uniting... Anyway, a large group of poor people from Barvik came behind them and united around the Koft brothers. This was another gold rush team."
"There weren't just two teams like these, there were so many of them, everywhere. So it didn't take long for violent clashes to break out."
“Gold has no owner until it is discovered. Its owner is determined by who finds it first.”
"Many people are dissatisfied with this rule and have chosen another rule - whoever can bring it back to the exchange is the owner."
“This place will become a no-man’s land.”
Hitzfeld added.
"That's right..." Bram sighed, "People die, people die, people die every day."
"My father should have come to town at this time. He helped and treated the wounded and had a high reputation in the local area. No matter which gang was fighting, they were very careful not to hurt him."
"As for the legends about the Koft brothers and Paul Lawrence, if you go out and ask around, some people will tell you that they made a lot of money and left, and some people will say that they turned against each other and died in the valley."
"But my father told me that was not the case. The friendship between the three men lasted until the very end."
"It was in 1946, and Paul, who was enjoying himself in Port Wein, heard the news of the death of the Koft brothers."
"The results of the investigation came out soon. They died in a fight between gold diggers and fell into the canyon and were smashed to pieces."
"He was very surprised because the two brothers were quite powerful and they were both non-confrontational people. They stayed there not to dig for more gold but because they couldn't let go of the poor people who followed them."
