Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 171 Tool Cat

After politely cleaning his superior's musket, Milo plunged into the archives to search for the deceased's files, searching until midnight in his quest to find a hapless soul who understood sign language.

As it turns out, in this era, sign language is just as unpopular as classical Chinese, and finding someone who understands sign language among a large number of unfortunate individuals is extremely difficult.

Fortunately, at 3 a.m., Milo finally found this unlucky chosen one in the deceased's file.

But to be honest, Milo is a little reluctant to go to the cemetery at this time of year.

Anyway, the funerals for seven law enforcement officers are tomorrow, so Milo can go find this unlucky guy's grave later.

There is another thing to do right now.

Milo patted the draft paper stuffed in his chest pocket.

Although the church was full of talented people, even they could only translate some of the more coherent sentences written by Ethan Field.

As for the encryption Ethan set up, they couldn't crack it.

But someone can solve it.

All of Ethan's encryption technology comes from the Gus Association. Now, some members of the Gus Association have left or died, but there are still some left.

Although it was a bit immoral, Milo decided to play the scumbag again and call Enid out to do the work.

……

...

"Are you out of your mind? It's 3 a.m.! 3 a.m.!! People have class tomorrow!"

When Milo met Enid in the Kent family compound, she was wearing a onesie cat pajama, which looked quite cute, but she was holding a bread knife in her hand, looking menacing as if she was about to disembowel Milo... still quite adorable.

“This is all stuff written in a language only people from your Gus Association can understand. Do me a small favor and translate it for me.” Milo ignored the knife that was being brandished at his face and handed a stack of draft paper to Enid.

"You came to my house in the middle of the night just for this?" Enid's eyes widened, her expression as if she had seen a ghost.

“Well, not entirely, but that’s the general idea.” Milo shook his head and then nodded.

"Brother, you can't keep exploiting me forever just because you helped me once. Slavery was abolished years ago, you know? I did say I wanted to join the law enforcement team, but I haven't even joined your law enforcement office yet! I can't keep up with your crazy schedule!" Enid rubbed her eyes, looking at the stack of draft papers in her hand, and put on a pitiful expression: "I'm sure I'll have dark circles under my eyes tomorrow, sob sob sob."

"It's alright, I'm going to get dark circles under my eyes anyway, so I might as well give it my all and see if I can solve all the mysteries here before dawn. I believe in you." Milo kicked the gleaming metal knife off the carpet.

"I don't believe you!" Enid seemed to have a bad temper when she woke up. She shoved the draft paper back into her hands and said, "You bastard, I'm not some tool that you can order around. Get out!"

"Are you hungry?" Milo suddenly changed the subject.

Still half-asleep, Enid paused for three or four seconds, then nodded blankly: "A little, are you going to treat me to something?"

“No, I mean, you can go to the kitchen and find something to eat first, so you'll have the energy to solve the puzzle.” Milo patted Enid’s head with a smile: “See, I’m still very considerate.”

"I'll stick my big head on you!"

……

At that moment, Old Kent's voice came from the second floor of the openwork atrium above the hall.

He was also woken up, but upon seeing that the late-night visitor in the hall was Milo, his initially annoyed expression instantly softened. He rubbed his greasy old face and sighed:

“Young people have so much energy.” Milo, who was in the hall, looked up and greeted old Kent, “Up so early, Mr. Kent.”

Then, ignoring Enid's frantically squeezing and warning gaze, he said casually, "I just got off work and came to see Enid."

"Oh, that's great. You guys have fun, have some fun!"

If it were anyone else making such a racket in the middle of the night, old Kent would definitely kick them out, but with Milo, it was a different story.

After all, in old Kent's eyes, Milo is from the Sherman family. If he were lucky enough to make him his son-in-law in the future, then the Kent family would have a firm foothold in Nanwei City.

He might still have a chance to bring the Kent family back into the hierarchy of titles.

……

"That's settled then. The item is yours. Remember, this involves a very crucial case. You are now cooperating with law enforcement officers in investigating the case, and you are shouldering a glorious mission. Others would fight tooth and nail for such an opportunity, so you must make the most of it. I believe you will become an upright law enforcement officer in the future."

Milo patted Enid on the shoulder and used all his strength to give her a good pounding.

Normally, no normal person would fall for such a low-level trick.

But Enid just happens to fall for that.

Milo had no idea what was wrong with this girl, that she was so determined to get into the law enforcement system. But whether she could get into the law enforcement team was a matter for next year. Right now, without her help, no one could understand the nonsense that Ethan Field had written.

Interestingly, Milo discovers that Enid is indeed handling firearms.

There were some obvious bruises and abrasions on the web of her right hand, caused by the trigger mechanism of a firearm, indicating that she was indeed preparing for the law enforcement assessment.

This reminded Milo of the old Theon after he had spent several years on the front lines of law enforcement...

……

“I’m warning you, this is the last time I’ll help you. If you want me to do something for you next time, you’ll have to give me a kickback, or I’ll tell Emma!” Enid waved her claws menacingly at Milo.

“Absolutely no problem.” Milo nodded and continued to paint a rosy picture: “If I get the J-Woman Medal after this is done, I’ll definitely share half with you.”

"The Medal of Honor?" Enid had never heard of the Medal of Honor joke and had no idea what Milo was talking about.

“Once you’ve deciphered this document, come find me directly. The Judgment Scythe will remember your contribution!” Milo said solemnly.

Enid nodded emphatically: "Yes!"

...

……

Ten minutes later, Milo finally got home, saw his bed, and fell asleep immediately.

Meanwhile, Enid was working late into the night in her room.

……

Meanwhile, the church was making preparations for the funeral the following day.

Old Theon, carrying the belongings he had taken from the families of his seven colleagues, sat on the empty street, drinking alone.

(End of this chapter)