Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 235 Negotiation
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Apart from the most conspicuous broken bridge, there was nothing else unusual about the dock.

People will never know what happened during the 20 minutes they were unconscious.

A very small number of them even jumped into the river unconsciously under the influence of the dream, and were eventually thrown ashore by the group of seven.

But some people will never come back.

Milo felt no remorse when he ruthlessly killed the undead; he knew those things were no longer alive.

But when I looked back at the thread at the very end, I still felt a little uneasy.

Because he became one of the few people who knew the truth about these people's deaths.

This is an invisible psychological burden.

You know that, but you may never be able to tell the truth to the deceased's family, and even if you did, they might not believe you.

In short, it was a mixed bag of emotions.

As time went on, Milo became increasingly able to understand old Morgot's madness in Galid and to recognize the wisdom in old Theon's rough words.

The criminal investigation team is indeed a quagmire.

You think your mind is clear, but in reality, shadows have been silently eroding your heart. Until the day you realize it, you will find that your heart, which you thought was as solid as a rock, is already riddled with holes.

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"What to talk about?"

Milo rolled his eyes:
"So you finally smelled the dead? Did the rain block your sense of smell or what? Redeemers of Nanwei City, where were you when the accident happened? Were you busy sweeping up the puddles in front of your houses?"

Milo didn't hold back his sharp and sarcastic remarks, launching into a tirade against Dillah.

After all, most of the people who died at the Confession Pier today were followers of the Golden Tree.

The church that promised to provide them with shelter only dared to show itself after the storm had passed.

To use a law enforcement officer's catchphrase—"Fuck the golden tree."

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“I understand what you mean and I completely understand your feelings. No one wants to see something like this happen today.”

Dillashock reached out and pressed down on the air in front of him, signaling Milo to calm down:
“The church has internal rules, rules that are even stricter than the law enforcement system. Unlike you, I cannot act boldly according to my own will, as that would only bring more serious consequences. Please believe me, I feel the same way you do. The church has never intended to abandon innocent believers. The loss of every believer is heartbreaking.”

“I bet you’re very happy right now, because there’s not even a body. According to your doctrine, a funeral can’t be held without a body, right? It saves you a lot of trouble.” Milo glanced at Dirasha indifferently.

Dillah said with a wry smile, "There's really no need to speculate about me so maliciously."

"Forget it, I'm not in the mood to argue with you. I have a lot of trouble to deal with later." Milo waved his hand and prepared to leave.

But Dirac grabbed Milo's arm:

"I'm not here to chat idly, please believe me."

“Then tell me.” Milo shrugged. “I have a negotiation going on, and I might need your attendance.” Dillash’s attitude was very sincere, but what he said left Milo somewhat confused.

“Negotiation? Attendance?” Milo narrowed his eyes. “You see, I’m just a low-ranking law enforcement officer. I think it would be more appropriate for you to approach someone like Rebecca or Nero for something like this.”

“No, you didn’t understand what I meant.” Dirac shook his head.

"The other party specified that you must show up because... you just beat them up."

"What do you mean?" Milo suddenly felt as if he could understand Dirac's words again.

Before Dillah Shaw could give a formal response, Investigator C suddenly barged in:

"Glagki!?"

“Hmm… I’m not sure if this is its real name, but yes, the other party in the negotiations is the one you’re talking about, Geragi.” Dirashau nodded.

His gaze lingered on Investigator C's badge for a few seconds, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

"You can communicate with the Great Old Ones? That's impossible! They are a very proud race, and even under human rule today, they would never lower themselves to negotiate." Investigator C was skeptical of Dirachoon's words.

“You’re right. Normally, the Ancient One wouldn’t look down on insignificant humans, but today is an exception. It has just suffered a crushing defeat, a complete and utter defeat.” Dirasha said this while staring intently at Milo.

“I thought your church was completely subservient to the old gods,” Investigator C scoffed.

“I have no reason to deceive you. Although we disagree on many academic points, at least today we are on the same side. Glagi must leave Nanwei City and return to its old nest. Moreover, it is just one of many ancient beings, far inferior to the true Old Gods.” Dirashau reiterated his position word by word.

“If Your Excellency has any reservations about the Church, I can consult the pastor and request that Your Excellency attend as a representative of the Miskatonic River Basin, but I cannot guarantee that this will not provoke the hostility of that ancient being,” Diracho added.

“I absolutely must attend; I have to be responsible for my mission,” Investigator C replied firmly.

"Hey, did you guys even ask for my opinion?"

Milo shrugged, interrupting the two people in front of him who were chatting enthusiastically.

For some reason, Milo could sense a sense of irreconcilable conflict in the conversation between the two. Perhaps, as Dirac said, Miskatonic and the Golden Law Church had academic disagreements.

“Then that’s settled. I can verbally agree to your request first, but whether or not to confirm it still needs the pastor’s consideration.” Dillash nodded.

“There’s no room for negotiation. I have to guarantee this gentleman’s personal safety. Who knows what kind of outcome you and the Dominator will reach?”

Investigator C crossed his arms and adopted a very assertive attitude.

“Actually, I don’t think you’re capable of guaranteeing my safety.” Milo whispered to Investigator C, immediately defusing the man’s enthusiasm.

"Then it's settled."

Dillah Shaw, not wanting to continue the verbal sparring with the Miskatonic University investigators, said to Milo:
"This concerns the safety of the entire city of Nanwei. I think you have no reason to refuse. Your battle on the canal has already proven your stance, right?"

"Stop hating me."

Milo shook his head:
"However, I need to find out who that clan is. Let's go."

(End of this chapter)