Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 146 Another Cemetery
The base of the Gus Society.

To be precise, this place can only be considered an ordinary rendezvous point, not a base of operations.

After Milo gradually adapted to the brightness of the surrounding environment and could see everything clearly, a hundred different complaints swirled in his mind.

He and Enid are no longer in the East Industrial Zone.

Instead, it is located in a suburban cemetery.

Yes, the hillsides are covered with cemeteries with gray and white tombstones.

To be honest, Milo didn't have a good impression of cemeteries, not because he disliked their gloomy and ominous nature, but because every time he went to a cemetery, something bad would happen. The most prominent example was the night of the Day of the Dead. Besides, Milo didn't have any deceased relatives in this world that he could reminisce about...

Of course, what he really wanted to complain about wasn't meeting in the cemetery, since his superiors seemed to enjoy doing that.

Milo couldn't understand why he was wearing a black hood all the way through, since the map clearly showed which cemeteries the canal passed through in the Nanwei City area.
Isn't this just plain funny?

……

"At least it proves that this association is indeed led by a group of ignorant students."

Milo shook his head helplessly.

After he brought Enid ashore, he walked through the cemetery for less than two minutes before spotting a figure.

As Milo had predicted, it was a young man.

She looked to be about the same age as Milo. Although she was physically a fully grown adult, the obvious childishness on her smooth face was undeniable.

Looking at the students before him, Milo couldn't help but have some doubts, wondering if the classified case that led to the disappearance of seven law enforcement officers was truly related to this Gus Association...

After all, no matter how you look at it, a group of students could not possibly have the ability to make seven law enforcement officers disappear.

……

The young student in front of me was tall and thin, dressed simply and plainly, even his tie was part of the college uniform. His face was slightly gaunt, and he wore glasses with thick, high-prescription lenses that made his eyes appear disproportionate to his facial structure. He was holding a notebook covered in a leather case.

This kind of person is a common sight in any academy in Nanwei City, except for the Law Enforcement Academy, of course.

If there was anything special about him, it was that he didn't show any unusual expression when he saw the revolver at Milo's waist.

"Joey Smith".

"Milo Valrocan".

Unlike the earlier aristocratic banquet where seasoned people exchanged pleasantries, this meeting was somewhat awkward.

The two shook hands politely.

Joey turned to Enid and smiled, saying, "I knew that riddle wouldn't stump you, Miss Kent."

"Why are you the one picking people up?" Enid waved her hand and said, "It's been so long and you're still staying at the association? I remember you said your family was moving to another city."

"Plans never keep up with changes," Joey said with a faint smile.

“It seems you two have known each other for a long time.” Milo glanced at Enid.

“Enid and I joined the association in the same batch,” Joey explained. “The difference is that she left early, while I accidentally became the president.”

"Oh? You're pretty good, kid." Enid said in surprise, "You should have said so earlier. If you had, I would have just come to your house and come to you. You wasted two hours of my time solving this problem, humph." Milo immediately gave Enid a look—two hours, huh?
Enid returned the look—Don't expose me!

Joey clearly didn't notice the eye contact between Milo and Enid.

He turned to look at Milo, a kind smile on his face:
“That won’t do. I can’t conduct a membership test for this gentleman in my home.”

"What kind of test can only be conducted in a cemetery?" Milo feigned curiosity.

The other party said mysteriously, "As far as I know, your profession should be a law enforcement officer, right?"

"Do you expect me to perform an autopsy right here for you?" Milo joked.

“Hehe, of course not.” Joey shook his head: “Actually, the number of people in the association is not as many as before. For some reason, most people, like Enid, have chosen to leave. So we thought that perhaps broadening our horizons and accepting other groups from outside the academy would be a good choice, especially special professionals like Mr. Valrokan.”

"No longer just a club for linguists and geologists?" Milo joked.

“We are scholars, but we are far from being scholars.” Joey shook his head: “At first, we just followed the founder’s idea and hoped to build an academic community similar to the school in the Miskatonic River Basin, but later, it turned out that our vision was too narrow.”

“I’m curious, what kind of facts have occurred?” Milo asked casually.

“Oh? Have you forgotten that you haven’t officially joined yet?” Joey reminded Milo.

“That seems true.” Milo shrugged. “Then let’s talk about what kind of test you plan to give me. Just so you know, I know nothing about ancient writing, and granite is the only type of stone I know.”

"Don't worry, as I said, we don't only accept linguists and geologists."

Joey smiled and began to lead Milo and Enid on a walk along the path in the cemetery.

"In fact, there was a brief discussion within the association, and we all agreed that a law enforcement officer who shares the same values ​​as the association can be of great help to the association."

“For example?” Milo raised an eyebrow.

“You possess many qualities that students lack. For example, as a criminal investigator, your insight is something we can never match,” Joey said as they walked.

"It seems you've done more than just a simple discussion," Milo said with a half-smile.

After all, they already knew that he belonged to the Criminal Investigation Department.

“You see, his insightful abilities have already been demonstrated,” Joey said, shrugging.

"So what exactly are we testing?" Milo asked patiently.

Just as he finished asking the question, Joey stopped and crouched down to carefully examine the inscriptions on the tombstones of several nearby graves. Milo had no idea what these guys were looking for.

"This is it."

Joey stood up straight and patted a tombstone at his feet.

"Let's talk about the owner of this tomb."

"About?" Milo had no idea what this kid was up to.

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(End of this chapter)