Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 150 Something is Following You

"If I were to investigate further, what suggestions would you have?"

Milo wasn't an arrogant person. Although he possessed some special skills that ordinary people didn't have, in the field of criminal investigation, there was definitely a lot that someone like Nero could learn from Milo. To put it another way, he was a ruthless man who single-handedly fought his way out of the town of Icam. If he had been even a tiny bit more ruthless back then, perhaps Raven wouldn't have been around later.

"Advice?" Nero stroked his beard for a long time before saying, "I can't offer advice. I can only suggest that you don't do certain things."

"For example?" Milo listened attentively.

“I suggest you don’t bother the families of the Seven,” Nero said. “Just look at Charles; even as Chief of the Law Enforcement, he’s helpless. Let alone the other ordinary families. It would be best if they could slowly accept this fact over time.”

“The truth is… okay, I understand.” Milo didn’t say anything more.

He knew what Nero meant.

Charles said that the number of law enforcement officers who go missing every year is very high. It is very torturous for the families of these officers. They cannot fall into complete grief like the families of officers who have died in the line of duty. Instead, they live with a glimmer of hope.

"Do you also think those seven people won't come back?" Milo asked seriously.

“No law enforcement officer who has been missing for more than a year has ever returned alive, never.” Nero slowly shook his head.

"According to you, doesn't it seem like I'm doing something pointless?" Milo casually fiddled with the so-called confidential dossier.

“If you can find the bodies of all seven of them, or even just their belongings, it won’t be a wasted effort.” Nero showed no intention of stopping Milo’s investigation. After saying this, he paused for a long time, seemingly considering something, before finally adding:

“Before you, there was actually another person who came to see this file.”

Milo raised an eyebrow: "Charles?"

However, after uttering the name, Milo did not see any affirmation in Nero's eyes.

He thought for a moment, then asked again, "Theon?"

"Yes." Nero finally nodded.

“Old Theon, wasn’t he involved in the investigation of this case? When he was tracing the Fenich manuscripts?” Milo asked.

“Theon is a very strange person. I must admit, he’s a good one. It’s reassuring to have someone like him in the criminal investigation department. But he only cares about bloody murder cases. You could even say he’s obsessed with them. He’s been like this ever since I’ve known him. It’s as if there’s nothing else in his life but solving cases and catching the real culprits.” Nero’s expression was somewhat complicated when he spoke of old Theon.

"He ignored the Feynman manuscript case? That certainly sounds like him." Milo smiled.

“His condition worsened after the seven-man group went missing, but I know no one can stop him from pursuing the investigation.” Nero shrugged. “He built the criminal investigation team from scratch. After that incident, he refused to let anyone join the criminal investigation department, whether they were newcomers or veterans transferred from other departments. To be honest, I don’t know why he accepted you, kid. He’s a man of unpredictable behavior.”

"So you mean I can cooperate with his investigation, right?" Milo narrowed his eyes.

“If he doesn’t refuse.” Nero shrugged, then added solemnly, “But he mustn’t cause any trouble for me. After all, this is a sealed secret, and I haven’t even allowed Rebecca to investigate it.”

"Because you know she can't find anything out, right?" Milo seized the opportunity to make a sarcastic remark.

Nero smiled wryly, "Do you realize that your words also insult her teacher?"

"I have no idea."

Milo waved his hand repeatedly, got up and walked out of the office.

"I'm not going to waste my breath on you anymore, I'm going to find old Theon right now."

Nero's voice came from behind: "You know where to find him, right?"

"knew."

……

...

Twenty minutes later.

Milo found old Theon lying among a group of women in the annex of the pleasure house in the eastern part of Nanwei City.

The air was thick with the pungent smells of alcohol, secondhand smoke, and perfume. Underwear and stockings were scattered on the floor and sofas. Everyone was dead drunk, and the scene on the bed was extremely decadent and lewd. "Looking for your hat again, huh?"

If it weren't for old Theon lying among a bunch of intertwined beautiful legs, Milo would have been happy to admire this breathtaking sight, what a pity.

"It's easier to find if there are more people."

Old Theon, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, showed no intention of getting up.

“Back in my hometown, a law enforcement officer like you would go to jail,” Milo shook his head.

"But this is Nanwei City."

Old Theon's cigarette ash fell onto a beautiful woman's bare skin, eliciting a coquettish sigh from her.

Looking at the dissolute law enforcement officer before him, Milo couldn't help but wonder if it was a good idea to ask him to join the investigation.

"I'm investigating the case of the Fenich manuscript fragments."

After saying that, he walked out of the room without looking back.

……

Five minutes later.

Milo had barely stepped out of the pleasure house when old Theon followed closely behind, a black trench coat slung over his shoulder and shirt buttons fastened crookedly.

He still had a half-smoked cigarette between his teeth, and he was cursing:

"You know that this is taking up your personal time."

“You’re my boss, I don’t have the authority to force you to work overtime,” Milo said, shaking his head.

"Hey, stop talking nonsense and get to the point. I knew you weren't doing anything productive all day long." Old Theon threw his cigarette on the ground and stubbed it out.

“Maggie Green, some people say she’s dead, Nero says she’s missing, and I’d like to know if you have any leads on her,” Milo asked.

"What? I thought you'd found something." Old Theon waved his hand dismissively. "So what if we found this little girl? She'd just be a corpse."

“What we need to find is the body,” Milo said earnestly. “Once we find the body, I’ll have a way to uncover the truth.”

Milo's tone was very confident.

Old Theon realized this and stopped cursing.

He stared at Milo for more than ten seconds, his eyes beginning to clear, then gradually turning cautious.

But then he suddenly asked a question that left Milo completely baffled:

"You came alone?"

"What do you mean?" Milo was stunned for a moment, not understanding.

Something is following you.

Old Theon grabbed Milo by the shoulder and shoved him aside, drew his flintlock pistol from his waist, pointed it straight at the shadowy corner of the street, and strode forward.

Whether it was because of Theon's unusual behavior or something else, Milo instantly got goosebumps all over his body.

An inexplicable feeling of palpitation made him breathe rapidly.

Before this, he really didn't feel like he was being followed at all.

But at this moment, a sinister sense of crisis suddenly arose from within him and was rapidly escalating.

(End of this chapter)