Chapter 59 I heard
It was noon in Igwynte, and the sun shone on the streets of Pearl Street, but the warmth brought by the sun was difficult to spread into the house, especially in Corey's store.
Looking at the black hole gun muzzle pointing at him, Corey felt a chill all around him, his heart tightened, and his movements were completely frozen in place. However, having seen storms before, he did not panic at the first moment, but smiled.
"Hehe... Guest, what are you doing..."
"I think 1 pound is a little too little, so I decided to add your life to the pawn. Give me an estimate, boss."
Pointing a gun at Corey, the masked man in the windbreaker spoke slowly in a cold tone, while Corey smiled and spoke along.
"Oh... I see. There were indeed some mistakes in my previous valuation. Please wait a moment... I will give you a new estimate now..." Facing the threat in front of him, Corey said with a smile while slowly putting his hand under the counter, where there was a mechanism.
This was the mechanism Corey prepared when facing a crisis situation. The floor in front of his counter where the customers stood was actually a disguised trap door. As long as he triggered the mechanism, the trap door would open, and the person standing on it would fall into the trap below. At the same time, the bell alarm would be triggered to call the waiter at the back of the store to come over.
As a well-known loan shark on Pearl Street, it was impossible for Corey to not be prepared. He had been threatened more than once or twice before, but those who dared to threaten him were either working in the dark in the mines or had been sunk to the bottom of the iron mud river.
Corey was trying to be careful while reaching under the counter to pull the trigger. His movements were extremely cautious and hard to be noticed standing in front of the counter. However, the gecko on the wall behind the counter, who was observing from behind, saw all of Corey's movements.
Later, when Corey was about to trigger the mechanism, the man in the windbreaker suddenly looked fierce, and he stretched out the pistol in his hand and poked the muzzle directly into Corey's mouth, forcing him to take two steps back and prevent him from reaching the mechanism.
"Woo! Woo!"
Having his mouth blocked by the gun barrel was more intimidating than simply being pointed at by a gun. Corey, who was relatively calm at first, immediately lost his composure after being treated like this. He opened his eyes wide in panic, and a humming sound came out of his mouth, his expression full of panic.
"I almost forgot to tell you, don't try to play any tricks on me, I can see clearly, now give me a good estimate, you won't have the next chance, understand?"
With the gun blocked Corey's mouth, the man in the windbreaker continued to speak indifferently. Corey was frightened and nodded repeatedly. Then the man in the windbreaker pulled the gun out of his mouth and continued to point it at him.
"Cough, cough, cough, cough..."
After coughing several times, Corey began to pick up the pocket watch with trembling hands. After taking a look, he looked at the man in the windbreaker in front of him with fear.
"This... this pocket watch is very finely made... and very punctual... I, I think it's worth... worth 10 pounds!" Corey said in a nervous tone, while the man in the windbreaker remained silent and continued to look at him coldly, with no intention of putting down the gun in his hand.
"No, no! 10 pounds is still too low. Let me re-estimate it... I think... how about 30 pounds?"
Corey continued to speak, but the man in the windbreaker still did not express his opinion, and the gun in his hand was still held firmly.
"Yes, or 60 pounds! 60 pounds will do!"
The loan shark Corey's voice began to tremble, but the man in front of him remained unmoved for a long time. Finally, Corey could not help but speak again.
"112 pounds! 112 pounds! This is all the cash I have here! Please spare my life!" Corey said in panic, and the man in the windbreaker responded silently.
"Then take the money..."
Hearing the answer from the man in the windbreaker, Corey nodded quickly, then quickly opened the safe beside him, took out the banknotes from it and handed them to the man in the windbreaker in front of him. The man in the windbreaker took the money and put it away, then pointed at Corey and slowly walked out of the store, then opened the door and went out.
Seeing this, Corey gritted his teeth and quickly rang the bell hanging on the wall. After a while, two sturdy guys opened the door at the back of the house and came in.
"What's up, boss?"
"I was robbed! A man in a black windbreaker just walked out! Hurry up and chase these two idiots! Tie that guy up for me! Oh, call more people, that guy has a gun!"
"Yes, Boss!"
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While there was chaos in Corey's Pawn Shop, at this moment, on the rooftop of the building opposite the pawn shop, Dorothy was standing on it, looking down at the store below, and nodded with a little satisfaction.
"112 pounds... OK...
"If so... you have to work part-time to earn money for tuition."
As she spoke, Dorothy continued to control the corpse doll Edric to shake off the pawnshop clerk who was chasing him. With the help of the crow corpse doll's aerial vision, this was an easy task. Before long, Dorothy had completely shaken off the group of lackeys.
After manipulating Edrick to the designated hiding place, Dorothy temporarily came into contact with the corpse controller, and then successively recovered other animal corpses. Then she looked at Corey who was angrily scolding his men at the door, and Dorothy continued to mutter slowly.
"Heh... With so many shady dealings in your business, you definitely wouldn't dare to call the police... Then, it's time to proceed to the next step..."
As Dorothy spoke, she activated the corpse ring again. Behind her, two figures slowly stood up.
One was a bald man in medium-length clothes wearing overalls, and the other was a young man in a cap and a plaid shirt.
There were seven people in total who attacked and kidnapped Dorothy's communion church, and in the end there were seven corpses. Except for two who were mummified and two who were beaten to death at the Burton house, Dorothy still had three corpses left, and these were two of them.
Holding the two bodies, the bald middle-aged man and the young man in the hat, Dorothy asked them to go downstairs separately, and then began to wander on the streets of Pearl Street. Dorothy led the young man to a pub, where people drinking could be seen everywhere in the noisy bar.
Dorothy manipulated the hatted Teddy to order a beer at the bar, and then let Ted wander around the pub with the beer, listening carefully to the various conversations around her. Soon she found her target, which was a few guys who gathered together to brag.
"Hey... did you guys hear something happened in Corey's store just now? Someone saw him getting mad!"
"Corey? Anyone who dares to mess with that guy will die..."
"It seems so... Someone saw him saying that Corey ordered his men to chase someone, but they chased for a long time and it seemed that they didn't catch anyone. Do you think Corey was taken care of by the thieves..."
In a corner of the pub, a few drunkards were talking to each other. Just then, a figure came up to them and started talking.
"He's not just a thief...Corey was in a terrible situation just now..."
Hearing the voice, several drunkards turned around and saw a young man wearing a hat and holding a beer standing next to their table. At this moment, he had a mysterious expression on his face.
"Suffered a serious injury? Brother...what do you mean? Are you saying that Corey met some terrible guy?" Listening to the young man's words, a drunkard asked curiously, and the young man looked around, bent down, and slowly spoke in a low voice.
"Let me tell you something. I heard from my cousin, who is a clerk in Corey's store. He told me that at noon, a strange man was seen outside Corey's store pawning some things. Corey accepted the items at first, but when he realized something was wrong, he quickly sent someone to chase him."
"Did Corey accidentally receive a fake item when pawning? That's really satisfying..." A drunkard said as he listened to the young man's words, and the young man smiled slightly and then continued speaking.
"Haha... this is far from being a fake. It is stolen goods that originally belonged to Burton Weir!"
"Is that the Burton Weir that has been reported in the newspapers these days? The Burton Weir who was killed at home along with many servants? The purple-shirted dog?"
Hearing what the young man said, a drunkard almost jumped up in shock, and the young man nodded slowly, then patted the table and said yes.
"Yes... it's him. Let me tell you, the murderer who killed Burton Weir might be right here on Pearl Street! Right next to us!"
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