Mystery: The Returner of the Stars

Chapter 48 Friendly Communication, Fate Related

Andrew shrank back, leaning against the corner of the wall, not daring to raise his head.

This made Hasta slightly puzzled. He remembered that Andrew's performance was not so bad when they first met. Was he stimulated by something during this time?

"It seems that you prefer violence to chat."

When Hastur spoke, he lifted the square wooden table in the room with one hand, and raised it over his shoulders, as if Andrew would cover him with the table if he didn't speak again.

Andrew shivered and begged for mercy: "I really don't know anything. I just want to take the opportunity to blackmail a sum of money. Other things are none of my business!"

"Who asked you to blackmail me?"

"..."

Andrew's face was pale, and he moved his lips, but he didn't dare to say anything.

At this time, there was a loud noise outside. It was the dock workers who happened to pass by here. They found a strong man in gray clothes lying on the ground with blood on his waist.

Andrew's eyes lit up, and he shouted, "Gentlemen! Someone is robbing here! Help!"

Snapped!
Hastur directly covered the wooden table in his hand, causing Andrew's eyes to stare, nose and mouth to bleed, and he passed out directly.

After thinking for a while, Hastur tidied up some messy clothes first, walked to the door, blocked the situation in the room, and shouted at the three dock workers who heard the sound:

"Gentlemen, the gangster escaped from the back door just now. He still has a knife in his hand. It is very dangerous. Hurry up and call the police to arrest him!"

When the three dock workers saw Hastur's youthful and immature face and his clothes that were obviously not ordinary people, they quickly believed what he said. One went to call the police, and the other two bravely followed.

After the three left, Hastur returned to the room, held Andrew's collar with one hand, lifted him up, and took Andrew to another place while no one was around.

As he passed by, he mended the foot of the strong man in gray who had been stabbed in the waist by a broken wooden stick.

……

The sewage outlet of a paper factory, where the pipes lead directly to the sea, and the raw industrial sewage is washed directly into the ocean.

There was a sickening smell nearby.

Not far from the sewage outlet, Hastur held Andrew's legs and brought his head close to the black, foul-smelling industrial sewage.

Before touching the industrial sewage, Andrew's body reacted. Wow, a big mouthful of filth was sprayed out, and the whole person instantly regained consciousness from a coma.

He stared blankly for a second before he understood his current state.

"No! I'll tell you everything!"

Looking at the industrial sewage just a finger away from his lips, Andrew finally begged for mercy.

But it was useless, he still watched the stinky industrial sewage soak his lips and pour into his nasal cavity.

A stench and a suffocating feeling instantly went numb all over his body, but he didn't dare to ask for mercy again, otherwise he would be greeted with a mouthful of chemical drink.

After soaking for three or four seconds, Hastur lifted him out of the water, shook him twice, and threw him on the shore.

"Wow!"

Andrew vomited again, until his face turned blue and his body was weak, then he looked at Hastur with fearful eyes.

Lips quivered: "You are simply a devil!"

It was hard for him to imagine how such an elegant nobleman could do such a thing?

This is simply more vicious than their method of punishing disobedient people, and it is even more awe-inspiring!
Now he can still feel numbness, bitterness, astringency and even sweetness on the tip of his tongue.

"Pooh!"

Andrew quickly spit a few more times, trying to get rid of this complicated taste on the tip of his tongue.

"The devil likes to hear the truth. I hope you will stop trying to hide anything. If there is an extra corpse here, I am afraid that no one will find it within a month."

"Even if they find out, they will probably treat it as if nothing happened."

"After all, the corpse is too stinky, no one wants to salvage him."

Hastur's indifferent tone made Andrew's face turn pale again, he was really frightened.

"I said, someone asked me to go to you to blackmail a sum of money."

"You lied, it seems that you still prefer to have a drink here."

Hastur narrowed his eyes, as if he could see through all of Andrew's little thoughts.

"I didn't. What they actually wanted was something. It was my suggestion to extort a sum of money as an excuse, so that it would be less suspicious!"

Andrew shook his head quickly, so anxious that tears were about to come out.

"what?"

"They said it was a golden box the size of a palm, but I don't know what it's called."

Andrew was afraid that Hastur would not believe it, so he stretched out his hand to show the size of the box.

"Who are they?"

"I don't know, but there are extraordinary people among them, that is, the kind of existence with extraordinary power. They promised me that as long as I can get the golden box, they will help me become a Sequence 9 criminal."

"Why don't they come and fetch it themselves, and ask you to help?"

"I'm not very clear, but I heard them say something like this: Only those who are related to fate can get the things of fate."

"What's so special about you?"

"I did play cards with your father Voltaire at the poker table, and won him a lot of money."

Hastur stopped asking, and began to think about the ins and outs of all these things.

In the last few questions, Andrew didn't lie, these were really all the information he knew.

The key information is: golden box, related to fate, Voltaire Campbell.

He has no impression of the golden box. It may be an object hidden by Voltaire. If it really exists, then there is a high probability that it is hidden in a lump on the third floor.

The fate-related matter is easier to understand. It must be the Extraordinary of the fate path. They follow the guidance of fate. For many things, their way of dealing with it is magic stick plus metaphysics.

As for Voltaire, he might have really been cursed at the beginning, which is why he had bad luck all the way, and finally even fell into the water and died.

But this does not change the fact that he is a gambling dog.

"I've said everything, can I go?" Seeing that Hastur hadn't spoken for a long time, Andrew asked timidly.

"Are you rushing to jail?"

"?!"

Andrew's face turned pale, and he said tremblingly, "You have no intention of letting me go?"

"Defrauding a nobleman involves a huge amount of money, don't you need to go to jail?"

"I……"

"Don't you want to become a Sequence 9 criminal? This is a good opportunity."

"..."

Andrew, who was lying on the ground, curled up and remained silent.

Hastur did not let him go so easily, and counted his fingers and said: "Because of you, I broke two stained glass windows, and I have been worried for so long. You should compensate a nobleman for his material and spiritual losses in order to have fairness. Chances of conviction and imprisonment."

Andrew understood the subtext in this sentence, if he didn't lose money, he would be sunk into this piece of industrial sewage.

"You, how much do you want?"

"Oh, how much property do you have?"

Hastur's eyes light up slightly. If the deposit is not too much, generally they will not ask how much money they want, but will just say how much money they have left.

Andrew shuddered, and said falteringly, "The sum of all my property is less than 20 gold pounds."

"Andrew, why are you lying again? You will offend the devil."

For the sake of the pound, Hastur was willing to give him another chance to tell the truth.

"Less than a hundred gold pounds! That's all I really have! There's really no more!"

"Oh, you're dishonest again."

Hastur stepped forward, and under Andrew's horrified gaze, he lifted his legs, lowered his head and moved sideways, approaching the blackened water.

"I said, I said! I still have more than 200 pounds in cash! There is also a small house on 33rd Street in Jorwood!"

"Is that really all there is?"

"real!"

Andrew was crying. If he was so rich, he wouldn't be able to blackmail a nobleman!

The more than 200 pounds in cash was saved by him for many years of frugality, and it was the only savings.

"Honest people are eligible to be saved, but you still have to pay a little price for the lies just now."

Hastur sank his hands down, and Andrew's lips and nose were immersed in the industrial sewage again.

After a pause of three seconds, Hastur took him out and threw him on the shore.

"vomit!"

Andrew supported the ground with one hand, turned sideways, felt nauseous and retched again, and almost vomited bile.

After Andrew's stomach and intestines were almost cleaned up, Hastur discussed the big issue of compensation with him.

Finally, after some cordial and friendly exchanges, Mr. Andrew was willing to hand over all his cash to compensate Baron Hastur Campbell for his spiritual loss during this period.

As for the money for the two stained-glass windows, Lord Hastur Campbell, with all the generosity of a nobleman, waived this considerable fee.

"Congratulations on having the chance to go to jail."

"..."

Andrew curled up, with his back to Hastur, without saying a word, and silently wiped away his tears.

"Answer me a few more questions, and the feud between us will be over."

Hastur asked some more about Voltaire's performance at the gambling table in the past and some absurd behaviors he committed.

After two lessons, Andrew behaved very well and was very willing to cooperate with the questioning.

When the nearby police officers received the news and arrived, they saw Andrew hanging from a rope with his legs up and his head down, only a finger away from the blackened water.

The scammer Andrew has been fainted, but fortunately, his life is not in danger, but he has been throwing up after waking up.

On the other side, Hastur has already taken away 225 gold pounds and 6 soli for mental damage from the place where Andrew hid the money.

That's a lot of money.

Hastur even relaxed his steps a bit. When he passed by a clothing store, he sniffed his clothes lightly, which smelled a little stinky.

It should be because I stayed in the sewage outlet for too long, and the clothes were stained with the stench there.

Without hesitation, Hastur walked into the clothing store, ready to buy a new suit.

As soon as he entered the clothing store, Hastur looked surprised, looking at a figure in front of him who was choosing clothes.

Miss Sharon!

(End of this chapter)