Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 178 The Righteous
"You might not believe it, but our boss warned us last night that I can't smoke the cigarettes you gave me."

Milo knew exactly what kind of rubbish Old Theon smoked, and he would never try it unless he wanted his brain to break down quickly.

"It seems our bosses all like you quite a bit," Old Theon said, lighting a cigarette.

Seeing Milo immediately get up to open the window, he rolled his eyes and said, "Please, this is a legitimate cigarette, nothing adulterated."

"My underwear is wet, I'm opening the window to let some fresh air in."

Milo calmly gave his reasons, then opened the window.

The heavy rain outside has stopped, but there's no wind, and the air is still stuffy.

Milo turned to look at old Theon: "By the way, I didn't see you this morning, at the funeral."

"What's the point of burying seven empty coffins?" Old Theon scoffed.

Milo raised an eyebrow, glancing intentionally or unintentionally at the group of seven scattered throughout the office.

Will the chain smoker was standing next to Milo, smoking a cigarette that Milo couldn't smell as secondhand smoke.

Robert, Kane, and Ryan Garcia were all sitting at their desks, lost in thought. Perhaps for them in another world, this was their daily routine.

Meanwhile, Jon Jones, who suffers from ADHD, is constantly delivering smooth and fluid aerial attacks.

Henry, the four-eyed guy, was rummaging through something on the bookshelf.

Junior Chief Eric Winton was pacing back and forth in the hallway outside his office.

Noticing that Milo was staring at him, he gestured and said, "Everyone is quite lively today, considering you just took us out for a stroll. Normally, everyone sits in one place for half a month at a time, which is no different from being dead."

Milo's lips twitched. He could roughly imagine the despairing atmosphere of being trapped in a world completely isolated from the outside world.

But he quickly shook his head in self-deprecation—"What do I know? I know nothing."

……

At this moment, old Theon said something out of the blue:
"After the assassination, the higher authorities clearly required the criminal investigation department of the Chengnan Law Enforcement Office to increase its manpower."

"What, does that mean we didn't do a good job?" Milo muttered indifferently.

"The truth is, in the end, the assassin didn't die at our hands. The whole manhunt turned into everyone helping us catch him, understand?" Old Theon said, yawning and half-closing his eyes.

So what are your plans?

Milo glanced at the "others" in the office.

At this moment, the remaining seven members of the group, who were bored out of their minds, also perked up their ears, as they were still quite concerned about Old Theon's arrangements.

Old Theon scratched his head and spread his hands, saying:
“I told you to wait until next year’s law enforcement assessment. Anyway, I’m not hiring seasoned veterans from other departments. My criminal investigation team has to start with the young and train them slowly, just like you.”

The crowd didn't seem particularly surprised by old Theon's answer.

However, Theon's next words left the group of seven somewhat silent.

He pointed to the other empty desks and said, "Besides, you and I still need to continue investigating their disappearances. If a stranger suddenly comes in now, wouldn't that just get in the way? The case is closed at the higher-ups' level, but it's not closed here. We need to see them alive or dead. Don't expect to fool me with a funeral."

In the office, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

Milo could see other people talking to each other, but he couldn't hear them or join in.

Based on the laws of exile he learned from the new totem, exiles have no chance to return to their original world. In other words, the group of seven will never be able to return to their respective posts. Theon's obsession with investigating the case is actually a meaningless struggle.

"Then let's investigate. Let's ignore the matter of sending more people for now," Milo could only say.

This office may look sparsely populated on the surface, but it's actually quite lively.

The next time they encounter a tricky case, it won't just be Milo and Theon who have to get involved; the rest of the seven-man team are no pushovers.

"Oh, right, there's one more thing."

Old Theon seemed to suddenly remember something. He got up, pulled a page of a document from the pocket of his trench coat that was under his buttocks, and tossed it to Milo, saying:

"The information that the Chengbei Law Enforcement Office just sent over seems to be about one of your friends."

"Friends?" Milo immediately went through all the people in his life who could be called "friends" in his mind and found himself to be like a damn lonely old man.

“He was arrested a couple of days ago,” Old Theon added. “But he was later released on bail. He mentioned your name when he was giving his statement, so the people from the north of the city came over to say hello. But neither of us was there at the time, so nobody bothered with it.”

Upon hearing the words "arrested," Milo immediately eliminated all incorrect options and locked onto one name—Yan.

Well, among the few people he knows, the only one who could be arrested by law enforcement officers is probably Yan.

No, to be precise, the one who can be successfully released on bail after being arrested is Yan.

Because someone of Emma's caliber, once arrested, will almost certainly be sent directly to the Supreme Court, with no possibility of bail.

……

Milo shook the crumpled document and glanced at it.

"Ah……"

It was pretty much as he expected.

This guy got drunk that night and got into a fight with someone at the bar.

"No, no, look at the back." Old Theon gestured for Milo to turn the document over and look at the back.

Milo squinted as he read through the convoluted story described in the entire document, and instantly felt that fighting in a pub was simply a low-class criminal act.

The document later mentions that Yan was arrested because he had an affair while drunk. He invited a still-attractive young woman back to his apartment, but after they were intimate, he discovered that the so-called young woman was actually a middle-aged man with a vertical grip. Yan became enraged and assaulted the man, and even reported the incident to the law enforcement office.

Then he was arrested.

Throughout this time, he kept insisting on finding a law enforcement officer with the surname Valrocan to seek justice for him.

Moreover, Yan claimed that his actions were aimed at rectifying market malpractices and that he was a righteous person, blah blah blah.

Only after sobering up did he sincerely pay bail and medical expenses, and also wrote a letter of apology…

……

Milo read the entire article.

He neatly stacked the documents, tore them into pieces, and stuffed them into the trash can under his desk, then said expressionlessly to old Theon:
"Luckily, I wasn't there when the documents were delivered."

“That’s what I mean too.” Old Theon nodded in deep agreement.

The other seven shadows in the office nodded in agreement.

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(End of this chapter)