Yes, Johnny is a jerk too.
He was lazy, fond of gambling, and idled away all day long, hanging out with this group of people. Sometimes he got injured in fights and had to go to Bram for bandages and medicine.
But the period before his accident was mysterious.
According to these people, Johnny, who had always been used to interacting with them and sharing news in exchange for attention, became withdrawn and kept to himself two weeks before the accident, and sometimes did not say hello to people he knew.
None of them knew who he had been talking to during that time, and because he had no money in his pocket (they didn't know he had the gold in the first week), they didn't bother to catch him and question him.
When the news that Johnny had found the gold spread and they wanted to gather together to cause trouble for him, he suddenly died.
“We are actually very scared…”
Across the table, a bearded man said this.
"We just want money, but we don't want to get involved with those weird things..."
A large group of people nearby nodded in unison.
It is true that violence alone cannot deter these people. And the detective identity is of no use here.
But considering his identity as a funeral director, no one dared to move.
In Sara, whether in the south or the north, whether among the rich and powerful or the lower class refugees, everyone knows a slang: Have a fear of death.
Doctors and funeral directors are both special professions that deal with death.
In a world full of evil and strange beings, no one wants to offend them for no reason, because there are too many legends indicating that doing so will not bring good results.
"That's all?"
Hitzfeld was not satisfied.
She wanted to find out from the surrounding townspeople what happened to Johnny's final change, and it was obviously most efficient to find these gangsters.
Even they don’t know, do we really have to go door to door to find out?
"that……"
Suddenly a shriveled old man shouted.
Everyone looked at him and heard him say, "If anyone really knows the answer, it can only be old Bud."
"Correct!"
"Old Bud!"
"The town lamplighter...!"
"He's almost the same age as this place!...How could we have forgotten about him!?"
A group of people were talking at once, some stood up, some stamped their feet, and some pounded the table. The tavern was suddenly in chaos.
Hitzfeld threw the silver coin directly to the old man. This action set the tavern off. Countless people jumped over on the tables and instantly drowned the old man and the silver coins.
The girl and Mickey took the opportunity to run away.
After coming out, she asked the young lamplighter what was going on.
"It's the lamplighter." Mickey raised his eyebrows, "Well... it's... when we first came to the town, you remember seeing a hunchbacked old man lighting lamps, right?"
"remember."
"That's him, Old Bud. He's in charge of lighting the town at night. He's the town's night watchman. It's a very hard job because he has to make sure every street light is on. If one goes out, he has to replace it."
It is easy to encounter evil spirits at night. Even if there are no evil spirits, there may be wild beasts invading the town in the middle of the night. From this perspective, it is indeed very dangerous.
However, because he often had to walk around at night, this man could indeed see more than the average town resident.
"Where is he?"
Hitzfeld couldn't wait to meet him.
"He always sleeps at home during the day." Mickey was helpless, "If someone knocks on the door at this time, he won't answer."
"Well." Hitzfeld gave a malicious smile, "Then we'll use some extraordinary measures."
……
Old Bud was awakened by a loud noise.
"It's on fire!"
He heard someone outside screaming at the top of his lungs.
"Oh my goodness, some help! Old Bud's house is on fire!"
"Goddess is on top!"
Old Bud rolled off the bed, crawled forward, grabbed his pants and put them on himself, then staggered to his feet, opened the door, and ran out barefoot.
At the door, he saw a young man with an embarrassed look on his face, and a girl who was leaning against a lamppost, holding her stomach, her body shaking wildly.
……
"I'm going to Sheriff Makan to sue you!"
A few minutes later, the hunchbacked old man realized that this was just a prank and sat in the living room angrily accusing them.
Just to knock on the door and do something like this?
Young people nowadays are really... outrageous!
"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."
Mickey kept apologizing.
He would look at Hitzfeld with resentment from time to time.
The idea was yours.
Why do I have to do it?
Hitzfeld ignored the resentment, changed his previous snickering attitude, explained his purpose in an extremely serious manner, and expressed his hope for the old man's cooperation.
"Are you a detective?"
Like almost everyone who sees a young girl for the first time, Old Bud was full of doubts.
Hitzfeld easily deduced that he was from Sarah's southernmost tropical island - because of the way he grew his beard and the hookah mouthpiece in the trash can, he believed that she was really capable.
"Ok."
Old Bud was so hunchbacked that he had to keep his head down even when sitting like this.
"Let me see... Johnny Gebrina..."
Mickey was kicked out by the girl. This was her special request, because several of the questions she wanted to ask were related to his family.
"He likes gambling, yes, and he's as rude as his damn father and grandfather. He never says hello when he sees me."
"I heard you've been here for a long time. Can you tell me about his father and grandfather?"
Hitzfeld asked suddenly.
"Jonah and Horus?"
"Correct."
"I don't know... I just know that their family is not poor, more..."
"When did they come to town?"
"I don't know. Who would keep track of such a year? Maybe..."
"Have you ever heard of Paul Lawrence?"
"Of course! He was very famous. Yes, I remember. He died very early... As for the exact time, I may also..."
"Did Jonah and Horus come before or after his death?"
"Before I die! I remember this!"
“Are they gold diggers too?”
"No! Jonah and Horus don't get involved in this. They just live in the town."
"How? I mean—what do they do for a living?"
"There are all kinds of things. Jonah helps move things, acts as a coachman, and delivers letters. Horus is a little more capable. He can repair guns. He fixed many people's gun problems."
"Do they have another relative who is a gold digger named Furken?"
"Yes... that's true, Folken-Gebrina. He is Horus's brother."
"He's missing?"
"It seems so... I really can't remember this, because there were so many people who died in those years. I only know that those who didn't come back and those who disappeared were considered dead."
"Is he famous for having a blood-patterned gold ring?"
"I've never heard of such a thing."
"Oh, right!" The old man shuddered at this point, "Speaking of blood-patterned gold rings, Horus seems to like this kind of jewelry very much!"
"how do you know?"
"Because one year... I can't remember which year it was, I was on duty in the middle of the night and saw a carriage carrying Horus out. I asked them what they were doing, and he told me that there was an auction of a blood-patterned gold ring in Wayne Port, and he was going to attend the rally."
"He's willing to tell you this?"
Hitzfeld gradually raised his voice.
If Darent had been here, he would have seen at once that she was thoroughly aroused.
"How should I know what he's thinking... I thought he was just bragging! After all, it's an auction in the capital. Although Gebrina is not poor, he's not rich either. Auction? Humph... They probably won't even be able to get in even if they spend all their fortune."
"Did you see him coming back?"
"Yes."
"What's his expression?"
"Very gloomy - I remember this very clearly because of his bragging before. I thought at the time that he must have gone out to discuss some business, but it didn't go through."
"Did you ask him what happened?"
"No - how could I dare? Horus has a very bad temper. If I dared to get close to him, he would have pulled out his gun and shot me to death."
"Violent...does he like beating his wife too?"
"I like her very much. Bernie was a beauty when she was young. I don't understand why she was so blind as to marry a man like this."
"Do you see Bernie often?"
"rare."
"What do you think she is like?"
"It's very noble and elegant. It doesn't seem like it belongs in this place."
"Does she like her baby Jonah?"
"do not know."
"Does Jonah like this mother?"
"This...I have heard Jonah verbally insult her on more than one occasion."
"very good."
Hitzfeld took out a small notebook and quickly recorded the conversation in it.
"You have helped me solve a big puzzle, old man."
"is that so."
"Of course, if the case can be solved, you will have made a great contribution - let's continue with the original question. Do you remember what Johnny was doing during that last period of time?"
"No...I really don't remember..."
"Did he go to the pub?"
"No."
"The border of the brothel?"
"No."
