Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 104 Solomon

Rebecca is a typical impatient person, something Milo already knew.

He couldn't stop this woman, nor did he intend to.

Rebecca had her reasons for going to the desolate mountains, and so did Milo. Although it was foolish for them to split up and act separately, Milo couldn't explain it and could only let the foolishness continue.

Anyway, he knew Rebecca's planned route, and by calculating the time, it wouldn't be difficult to figure out her exact location in the wilderness. He could then act according to the circumstances.

It is 08:23 AM.

The sunlight had completely enveloped every corner of the town of Ikham, making the town seem less lifeless than it had been at night.

Walker had suggested taking Rebecca to the edge of town by carriage, but Rebecca refused, probably because she didn't want to attract too much attention, so she chose to walk instead.

Milo was in no hurry. He had to wait for Rebecca to walk ahead for a while before setting off, otherwise, if he just followed straight behind, even a fool could spot him.

So Milo calmly helped Walker examine the deformed door frame.

“It’s rare to see a superior like her in law enforcement, isn’t it?” Walker said to Milo as he re-secured the door frame with wooden strips.

"What?" Milo stood to the side and handed Walker a nail.

"She's very protective of you, isn't she?" Walker muttered.

"Boss, it's like this, I'm just a newbie who hasn't been with the company for long." Milo was too lazy to explain anymore.

After all, his current mental state can be summed up in one word—empty. If everyone really thinks he's empty, it's actually a good thing. It would be best if Solomon, hiding in the shadows, thought so too.

“The door panel doesn’t think that way,” Walker said meaningfully.

Indeed, only the door panel itself knows how heavy Milo's kick was last night.

Of course, the door to Freya's room was also aware of this.

However, Milo did not respond to that statement.

Instead, Walker suddenly changed the subject:
"Actually, when I first met you, I thought you were a local from Galid City."

"Could it be because of his black hair?" Milo muttered.

“No, that’s not it.” Walker shook his head. “It’s just a feeling, a result of comparing yourself to the people around you, because in your eyes, Galid doesn’t seem like a strange place.”

Milo raised an eyebrow slightly.

Walker was right.

But he just shrugged and joked:

"What kind of manly sixth sense is this?"

"It's all just guessing."

Walker banged the hammer away.

Working together, the two quickly hung up a new door panel and installed a new lock.

"Aren't you staying here for lunch? I've noticed you keep looking south," Walker asked Milo.

“You guessed right again.” Milo shrugged.

“If there’s anything I can do to help, just let me know,” Walker said earnestly.

"It really does."

Milo straightened his hat: "You might have to take these tools with you to fix Grandma Freya's room door."

"Huh?" Walker didn't understand Milo's meaning at first.

“It means exactly what it says.” Milo nodded, then added, “Otherwise, we might not have breakfast tomorrow.”

“Okay, I’ll go check it out when I have some free time.” Walker agreed, though he was a little confused.

……

After about 20 minutes, Milo felt that the time was about right.

"I have to go with them."

Milo greeted Walker and Kay, then put on his mask and went straight into the alley.

He didn't take the main road of the town because his clothes were too conspicuous; anyone could tell at a glance that he was a law enforcement officer.

Rebecca's route entered from the left side of the southern mountains, where the mines that were originally dug in the town of Icom were located. However, the excavation work has now been completed, and the mining company has shifted its focus to other areas after simply backfilling the mine shafts.

Milo's plan was to do the opposite, following Rebecca's route map and entering the wilderness from the opposite right side.

If we can find traces of the Crystal Orchid, we'll be close to uncovering the biggest secret of the town of Ikham.

Although the probability is not high.

After all, the area of ​​the barren mountain is more than ten times larger than the town of Ikham.

It's not exactly like finding a needle in a haystack, but it's definitely a matter of luck.

……

With these thoughts swirling in his mind, Milo walked through the deserted alleyways. Ikham wasn't as eerie during the day as it was at night, but because all the miners had gone to the mines, any non-human noise in the surroundings seemed all the more unsettling.

But the air was very fresh during the day, and Milo walked for quite a while without bumping into any of those annoying flies.

But at the corner of the alley, Milo almost bumped into a gray-haired figure.

The person was very thin and short, and Milo recognized her as soon as she passed by.

It's the old lady I met in town last night.

Last night, when Milo first encountered her, he was terrified.

This time is no exception.

The old woman appeared out of nowhere, without any prior warning, just standing there blankly at the corner, as if she had been waiting for Milo there all along.

"Hey, it's you again."

Milo sighed.

But he soon noticed that the old woman's clothes were exactly the same as the night before, and her wrinkled face looked like it was about to crack, probably due to the long period of wind.

"You...haven't found your child yet?"

Did she run around outside all night?
It was only then that Milo suddenly remembered that when she met the old man last night, she was anxiously searching for a certain girl.

It's been almost ten hours, how could it still not be found?

The people here are really strange. They don't even report their lost children to law enforcement officers; they just wander around outside aimlessly... Wait a minute, I think I am a law enforcement officer.

The old man stared intently at Milo for a long time before speaking:
"Please save my child."

“When did she get lost? Where did she get lost? Describe her physical characteristics again,” Milo sighed.

Of course, we still have to help them find them. After all, we were criticizing these miners for not reporting their missing coworkers before, but now that they've come to us for help, it would be too much to pretend nothing happened.

The old man relayed some key information to Milo.

Milo nodded and pointed in the direction of the law enforcement office: "I will help you find it, but just to be on the safe side, you should still go to the office to inform them. It would be best if you could contact the city's law enforcement officers through there. It will be easier to find it if more people search together."

"Okay, okay, thank you! You're a good person!!" The old man's eyes welled up with tears.

"That's all for now. I have to go out for a bit. If I find the child, I'll bring her back."

Milo nodded.

Not wanting to waste too much time, he pointed out the direction to the law enforcement office to the old man and then continued straight towards the desolate mountains of Shennan.

He encountered so many strange things after entering the town of Ikham that one more wouldn't make a difference.

……

...

Meanwhile, the highest floor of the mining company in the southern part of the town of Ickham.

The Solomon member, who had never shown his face, sat back on the sofa. Unlike the men of the Nanvi, he did not wear formal attire that could show his status, nor did he carry any accessories such as a cane. His overall style of dress was more like that of the rugged border region. The sleeves of his gray-black shirt were rolled up to his elbows, revealing the hideous tattoos on his forearms. His lower body was covered with rough military tactical trousers and military boots.

Just by looking at his outfit, you can tell what system this person comes from.

In cities like Galid, which are close to the southern border, the local customs and culture are very different from those in the interior. People do not pursue an elegant and gentlemanly style of dress; comfort and practicality are what the locals pursue. And whether a person enjoys superior material conditions can be judged by what he drinks.

Take, for example, the white wine in the glass of the rough man on the sofa. It's a wine produced in the northern part of the country. Regardless of its quality and vintage, the cost of transporting it across the entire border to Galid in the southern region alone is beyond the reach of ordinary middle-class people.

The man's hair on the top of his head was sparse; the front half of his head was almost completely bald, leaving it shiny. However, the beard on the lower half of his face was unusually thick, resembling the crisscrossing vines on the outskirts of Nanwei City.

"explain."

The man stared silently at the busy miners outside the floor-to-ceiling window. His voice was deep and powerful, much like the low growl from the bottom of a wild beast's throat.

Behind his sofa, a servant stood ramrod straight, reporting information to the man in a firm, resonant voice:
"One of the enforcers entered the desolate mountain territory; it was the woman wearing the insignia of the chief enforcer."

The man didn't turn around, but simply raised his hand to touch his bald forehead and moved his lips:

"So bold? They must know something, but why was only the female chief enforcer allowed in? Where is her henchman?"

"It's unclear at the moment. His movements are very strange, and there's no pattern to them," the attendant replied.

The man on the sofa turned to look at the servant this time, and calmly commented:

"Last time you told me that this young man was the top scorer in the most recent law enforcement assessment in Nanwei City, and I told you to keep a close eye on him, right? Then the second time you told me that he didn't even dare to kill anyone on the train, and that he must have been brought by that female law enforcement officer to warm his bed. Now you're telling me that his whereabouts are strange and there's no pattern to them?"

Are you taking me for a fool?

"If there's really no other way, I can find someone else to help me with the work."

……

The servants were trembling with fear and dared not utter another sound.

The man pondered for a long time, then finally gave an order to his servant:
"Since they're so eager to know what's buried in the desolate mountains, let's give them a hand."

"Yes, Mr. Marshall."

(End of this chapter)