Guidebook for the Dark Duke Chapter 35: The Undead

"What's your purpose here?" The Duke's tone was cold.

Mrs. Johnson looked calm. She looked straight at Evan, who was half-sideways on the bed, and said warmly, "My lord, I'm here to find Mr. Pastor."

Mrs. Johnson's demeanor was modest, but her tone was not withdrawn at all, but rather aggressive.

Duke Wilson frowned, looking increasingly cold at Mrs Johnson.

"Mr. Pastor is seriously injured. If you have anything to say, say it as soon as possible."

Mrs Johnson was caught off guard by Duke Wilson's words, before she said, "I want to speak to Mr. Reverend alone, I need to repent."

Mrs. Johnson said these words, and Duke Wilson was a little speechless. After all, Mrs. Johnson is still a Christian, and she still has such rights.

Duke Wilson glanced at Evan, only to find that Evan sat up thoughtfully, looking at the void in front of him.

Duke Wilson couldn't tell what Evan was thinking, so he could only whisper: "Pastor Bruce, can your body withstand such a thing?"

Evan raised his head as if he had just reacted suddenly. There was a flash of thought in his expression, but he finally became firm, nodded and said, "Of course, thank you for your concern."

Duke Wilson had expected his answer, so he could only nod his head helplessly: "That's good, but if you can't support it, you can definitely call me." After saying this, he looked at Egypt Wen agreed, then turned around and left the room.

After Duke Wilson went out, Mrs. Johnson walked to Evan's bed. Her appearance was so gentle, so mild that people sometimes ignored her appearance.

Evan belongs to this category of people. Although he had contact with Mrs. Johnson before, but after all, he had less time, and he was also a long-distance greeting, so this time, it was the first time he saw it so clearly Know what this woman looks like.

"Mr. Pastor." Mrs. Johnson gracefully removed her gloves and sat on the stool beside Evan's bed.

"What do you think about my husband's death?"

Evan's heart skipped a beat, she was talking about death, not suicide.

"This is really a tragedy." Evan still made a sympathetic look: "Please mourn."

Mrs. Johnson's face did not show any sadness. She still stared at Evan calmly, with a look of almost cold determination in her eyes.

"You are a pastor." Mrs. Johnson said lightly: "I heard from Sheriff Chandler about your allegations against my husband. Not at all surprised."

Evan looked at Mrs. Johnson with some surprise, and even exposed his own family shame in front of him, which was completely unlike the practice of people of this era.

Evan wisely chose not to speak.

Mrs. Johnson did not stop there, and continued: "I know better than anyone what my husband is like, greedy, vain, lustful, pretentious, and more clever, he is the most virtuous I have ever met. A corrupt gentleman." Here Mrs Johnson paused slightly: "No, I don't even know now if I can call him a gentleman."

Evan bowed his head a little embarrassedly. A woman spoke ill of her husband in front of you. No matter what the situation is, it will make people feel at a loss.

Seeing Evan like this, Mrs. Johnson couldn't help smiling: "Do you think I'm crazy?"

Evan coughed dryly and pulled out a forced smile.

Mrs. Johnson didn't force Evan to say anything, but continued on her own: "Maybe, many people think I'm crazy." After speaking, she laughed as if mocking herself.

"My husband has so many flaws." Mrs. Johnson's expression suddenly became serious: "But I can also tell you that someone like him is despicable and self-serving. would easily commit suicide."

Her words were serious and serious, with almost no expression, but Evan was stunned.

He had never heard such a malicious testimony.

He looked at Mrs. Johnson, with a hint of doubt in his expression: "Since you have such speculation, why didn't you tell Sheriff Chandler?"

Mrs. Johnson's mouth overflowed with a wry smile: "You know better than me what Sheriff Chandler is. If I said this to him, he would think I was crazy."

Evan looked at Mrs. Johnson and thought to myself that I think you are very ill too.

"Ma'am, this is not something I can decide, and even if you have such doubts, there is nothing I can do for you."

Evan doesn't want to take matters into his own hands at this time, especially since this is about the church. I'm afraid that the church's arrival has been here for a few days, and he can't get caught up in this kind of thing at this time.

After listening to Evan's words, Mrs. Johnson was obviously a little disappointed, but in the end she quickly adjusted her emotions and smiled reluctantly.

"You are a kind person. I know I'm sorry for the church for what my husband has done. Don't worry, I will try my best to compensate the church."

Mrs. Johnson looked a little unreasonable from a rational point of view, and began to win over Evan from this aspect.

Evan looked at Mrs. Johnson with a sneer in his heart.

"This matter will naturally be handled by the church and the police. Your sensible reason really gives me a sigh of relief."

Evan is also not the pastor Ross who let others flatten and round. It was originally the money of the church. How could Mrs. Johnson take it out as a favor.

Mrs. Johnson looked a little embarrassed by Evan's speechlessness.

"You are right." She lowered her head and touched her gloves, her tone slightly pitiful: "I am also very ashamed of my husband doing these things, but now that he is dead, I just want a As a result, he will not commit suicide, he will never commit suicide!"

Mrs. Johnson said with a hint of tears at the end, she looked straight at Evan, completely lost her previous indifference.

Evan looked at Mrs. Johnson with some surprise. He thought that this lady had absolutely no feelings for the extremely bad husband she said, but now looking at her sad face, Evan suddenly realized that it was Women are the most incomprehensible species in the world.

"What do you want?" Evan's tone was almost helpless.

Mrs. Johnson's eyes lit up when she heard him ask, and she immediately said: "Pastor Bruce, you are a kind person, my husband died innocently, and I can do nothing, but you have a close relationship with Sheriff Chandler, Could you please pay more attention to this matter, I just want one result."

Mrs. Johnson's plea made Evan frown. He had not contacted Mrs. Johnson before, and now it seems that this woman is more difficult than her husband.

First of all, I wanted to hang Evan with Johnson's abnormal death. Seeing that it was impossible, I resorted to the underdog policy. I really didn't miss any opportunity.

"Ma'am, Mr. Johnson's death, Sheriff Chandler has concluded, there is no concrete basis for your speculation, and I cannot rely on this to make any request to Sheriff Chandler, ma'am , I'm really sorry."

Evan really doesn't want to pay attention to this scheming woman. Even if Johnson's death is strange, he doesn't want to show weakness in front of this woman easily.

Mrs. Johnson looked at Evan and suddenly realized that the pastor was not as innocent and kind as she thought. Mrs. Johnson's heart suddenly swayed, and she suddenly realized that her strategy would definitely not be successful.

"Pastor Bruce." Mrs. Johnson's expression finally softened: "I understand everything you said, I'm sorry, I just hope my husband's death can be reasonably explained."

Seeing that she finally stopped pretending, Evan sneered in his heart, but there was no expression on his face, he just whispered: "Don't worry, Sheriff Chandler is a good policeman, he will not It's a waste of time, and this matter still needs a hearing, you can rest assured."

Mrs. Johnson's expression changed slightly, she pursed her lips and smiled: "Thank you for reminding me, you are really an honest person."

Evan knew that Mrs. Johnson's words were not sincere, but he just nodded with a smile. In fact, he also had doubts about this matter, but according to Mrs. Johnson's thoughts, he didn't want to do this. .

Mrs. Johnson is also a smart person. Seeing that Evan's mood is not high and her purpose cannot be achieved, she immediately bids farewell.

"You are still injured, so I won't disturb you. Please rest well. I'll take my leave."

Mrs. Johnson said it very politely, and Evan naturally wouldn't be too rude. He smiled gently and said, "Thank you for your visit, and I am very sorry for what happened to you."

Mrs. Johnson stood up, nodded slightly, turned and left the room.

Mrs Johnson left the room on the front foot and Duke Wilson walked in on the back foot.

"What did she say?" Duke Wilson walked to Evan's side and leaned on the bed with Evan. This position was the most comfortable for Evan.

Evan enjoyed the Duke's service, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Duke Wilson, if he wanted to treat someone well, was more careful than anyone else.

"Mrs. Johnson believes that Mr. Johnson did not commit suicide." Evan lay on the bed, the duck down blanket, very comfortable.

Duke Wilson's expression became serious. He sat next to Evan, looked down at Evan with a soothing expression, and asked in a low voice, "What did she say?"

When Evan heard the question, he raised his head to look at Duke Wilson, and said with a hook: "She said, Mr. Johnson is the most selfish and shameless person she has ever met in this world, and he is absolutely not suicidal."

A bit of surprise appeared in Duke Wilson's eyes: "Is she crazy?"

Evan lowered his head, buried his face in the quilt, and said in a low voice, "She doesn't look like she's crazy, in fact, it seems to me that what she said makes a lot of sense. If Mr. Johnson wants to If you want to commit suicide, how can you deceive you in the first place?"

Duke Wilson looked at the back of Evan's head, the soft blond hair made his heart a little itchy, so that his concentration was a little bit distracted, and he didn't hear Evan's question clearly.

Evan didn't hear back for a long time, and he was a little puzzled. He turned his head to look at Evan, and then he fell into a deep scorpion with deep obsession and paranoia. Suddenly, Evan I was a little stunned.