Chapter 7 Chapter 6 Old Friends

"I also came in with an invitation letter? I signed my name on the autograph book and gave me a well-prepared gift." Carl picked up a glass of Kir Royal, "Is this strange? ?” (Author's note: Kir Royal Royal Kiel uses champagne instead of white wine in ordinary Kiel to mix with Cre, which is called "Royal Kiel". Kiel wine is named after a city of the same name in the city of Dijon in Eastern France Long, he named this unique blend "Blanc-Cassis" and vigorously promoted it in the city hall.) "It's strange that you were invited." Mojito, "This wine isn't as good as it was before—it's a pity.", he sighed.

"Who stipulated that the serving detective cannot be a member of the wine tasting committee? I was even one of the preliminary judges for this year's wine competition—haven't you read the newspaper?" Karl was quite dissatisfied with the questioning of his detective friend . "My respected wine taster friend? It is more appropriate for your name to appear on the list of 'outstanding contributors to the case'." Our detective smiled with ulterior motives. It's never interesting to find a familiar name or two in the name." "Whatever you want." Carl took a sip of Royal Kiel and smacked his lips, "If I hadn't saved you from that complaining Lucius? Well, wait until he finishes talking, your glass I’m afraid the mojito has become a whole beautiful fossil-amber of aged rum, agate in the shape of a mint leaf? Ha, you should really feel the pain of the touchstone.”

"So, pay tribute to my friend who saved me! Also for the large pieces of amber and agate that I unfortunately lost?" Wenzel smiled and raised his glass, "So, Lucius is still very famous in your circle ?” "As famous as his wife!", he pointed his eyes to the corner of the hall - there, Taphne and Amy were listening to a certain lady's talk with great interest: of course it was Emma Hessel , Mr. Lucius headed down the hall to find his wife who was "much more interesting to talk about". "Women are always able to create a wonderful atmosphere-even if they listen to and discuss the same topics over and over again, they will not feel a little bit boring and boring?" Our detective commented on this, "especially It's fashion, cosmetics and gossip—they have the sensitivity of professional journalists to these terms."

"It's just natural," Carl added with a smile. "? However, I have also heard some interesting rumors." Our black detective whispered to the detective friend, "It is said that someone will be against John Baines at this reception. Some time ago he successively How many typed letters of a threatening nature have you received?" "Don't say that this is the real purpose of your coming here!" He glanced at the glass of Royal Kiel in Carl's hand, "That's obviously just an excuse for crowning yourself." "Of course I wouldn't say that! In fact, the source of these threatening letters has been found out - they didn't even call the police, they found it themselves.", Carl took another sip of Royal Kiel, "Champagne is better than red wine, do you think Woolen cloth?"

"Oh? Who delivered those letters?" Wenzel became interested in the topic of Carl's threatening letter. "This story is somewhat legendary!" Carl said proudly, "After receiving several letters, John ordered a security guard of the villa to lie in ambush at the mailbox at the gate. As a result, the man escaped the first time: the security guard They ran so slowly that they didn't even see what the prisoner looked like." "? Everyone thought that person would never dare to deliver the letter again. But John still let a security guard guard the mailbox—this time, of course, he replaced it with a fast enough one." Carl smiled mischievously, " So, they caught him: a postman with the same threatening letters in his backpack."

"It's not a legend." Our detective took a sip of his mojito. "On the contrary, this plot is old enough?" "Of course this is not a legend - what is worth noting is the identity of the postman: is he the older brother of the lover of the owner of the villa?" Our black detective certainly knows to save the best parts for the end of the story: "And, master, lover, brother? These three key characters are all men! So everyone gave this rumor a name and called it 'The Story of the Three Musketeers'." Wenzel is still not too surprised, which makes our black detective a little disappointed:

"Isn't that an interesting story?" "If I had met you first and then met Mr. Lucius: yes," Wenzel said, "but unfortunately, I have already known the final suspense in advance-so this legendary story has been reduced to An outdated bad joke." "That talkative Lucius? Forget it, anyway, nothing happened in the end. However, you shouldn't be able to guess why the postman delivered these letters?" "He must be a devout Catholic?" Now it's our Negro detective's turn to wonder: "Is that what Lucius said too?" "No, I guessed it." Wenzel carefully picked out a mint leaf stuck to the rim of the wine glass, "It seems that I guessed it right."

"He was extremely opposed to his brother's association with John, but he couldn't find any good way to stop them. Finally, he thought of using an anonymous letter-in which he threatened that if they continued to associate, he would 'be in an important position. the day that killed them both'." "You think that day is today?" "It doesn't matter what day it is - the security guard took him to the owner of the villa, they had a good chat, and then nothing happened." "Are all Catholics so easy-going?" "Not only that! He even came to the reception today - it is said that John specially invited him and sent someone to pick him up. 'Turning hostility into friendship': this is the best ending!"

"Is this lover of his here too?" "Of course, I saw him just now." Carl said, "In order to deceive others, it seems that he also brought a girlfriend: It's a tacit understanding—that's ironic! " "Carl, do you know?" Wenzel patted this old friend on the shoulder, "It's only now that I realize that you are also born with the sensitivity of a professional journalist? And, even worse than them Nothing less." The detective gestured to the three excited ladies: now it was Amy who was speaking. "It's just the effect of alcohol." Carl smiled awkwardly, "Otherwise, what should we talk about at this kind of high-end drinking party? It's not a party in the bureau—if you want to talk to me about the case, we can just finish drinking I'll go back with this cup: the General Administration has had a lot of interesting cases during this period, and we can even chat all night?"

(Author's note: If possible, I would like to make this proposal of Carl a reality (smile))