Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 277 Where is it hidden?
After taking her leave from the old woman, Milo kept recalling the details of her and Justin's statements.

The two men's testimonies are essentially two completely reversed versions.

……

"It's completely upside down."

Milo flipped through the documents in his hand.

He's a bit confused now.

"Do you think one of them is lying?" Henry's shadow hovered behind Milo's heels.

Milo stretched, then shook his head and said:
"I think they were both telling the truth."

……

The next morning newspaper immediately published the assassination that had occurred in the suburbs the previous night.

It must be said that these ubiquitous media outlets are indeed quite capable. They not only learned about the attack on Sheon, the law enforcement officer from the South City Police Department, but also dug up all the details about the Derby couple.

The content is so detailed that it even mentions David Derby and Arcenas White's past as students, and of course, it also drags out the rumored magic apprentice from Innsmouth and gives him a good dressing down.

I reckon Ifrem's coffin lid is about to burst open.

The newspaper described him as "a strange old man with a tangled, iron-gray beard and a face as gloomy as a wolf, possessing terrifying soul-capturing abilities, even able to summon storms on the sea..."

In short, it's outrageous.

Looking at the various comments in the morning newspaper in his hand, Milo could only sigh that these newspaper workers really didn't want to have enough trouble.

Back when Milo was racking his brains to expose the Sherman family scandal, even though the media reporters already knew the whole story, the next day's news was completely calm, with no reports about the Sherman family at all.

But now they've seized upon a dead commoner's daughter, accusing her of being the daughter of an evil wizard who poisoned the entire Derby family.

Yes, instead of being amazed by David Derby's murder of his wife, they distorted and exaggerated her background and past, spending most of their writing describing the evil and filth of her clan. They even blamed the deaths of David's deceased uncles on the victim, Asenath, claiming it was a curse she cast to inherit the estate.

……

"So these damned things are just lackeys of the nobility."

Milo casually flipped through the newspaper a few times, then tossed it onto old Theon's desk when he returned to his office.

"Who in their right mind reads the morning paper?"

Old Theon wasn't lying in the hospital; instead, he was in his office early in the morning, legs crossed, taking the newspaper Milo tossed to him and flipping through it with relish, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he grinned and said:
“You’re right. They’re paid by the nobles, so of course they have to speak up for the nobles, even if they’re fallen nobles.”

“Surely this won’t lessen David Derby’s punishment?” Milo glanced down at the bandages wrapped around old Theon’s body.

“They don’t care whether David is sent to the gallows or a mental hospital. All they want is to send a message to us black-hatted guys not to mess with their aristocratic class, that’s all.” Old Theon shook the newspaper in his hand, flipped to the first page and tossed it aside, and began to read the gossip in the back pages.

"Is it appropriate to tarnish the reputation of the deceased like this?" Milo sneered.

“You don’t understand, do you?” Old Theon glanced at Milo with a half-smile. “Perhaps you should learn about the customs of the last century. In those days, every commoner who died was guilty, while in the same circumstances, if a nobleman died, he was definitely a national hero. They had the final say in everything. You’ll get used to it. And here’s another piece of advice: you can offend anyone, but never offend these writers.”

"Public opinion can be a fearsome thing."

Milo laid out the files he had collected overnight on the table and began to sort and organize them one by one.

Looking at Milo's serious expression, old Theon shook his head helplessly and said:
“If you ask me, when dealing with cases involving nobles, keep things simple. There’s no need to get yourself into a mess. He killed his own wife; a life for a life. Let’s just throw him in the worst mental hospital. The suffering there is far more brutal than on the execution platform.” “Is this the experience you’ve gained from decades of criminal investigation?” Milo teased.

“It’s all based on experience, definitely based on experience.” Old Theon nodded and said, “After all, I took a bullet for that kid. Damn it, I thought the bullet was coming for me. If I had just shot him, there wouldn’t have been so much trouble… Oh, by the way, you should be careful when you’re out and about lately. I’ve already told the guys down there. Nanwei City isn’t safe these days. People dare to attack law enforcement officers in broad daylight.”

"Yeah, I know that."

Only after old Theon mentioned it did Milo remember the incident with Grasso.

Perhaps because the David Derby case was so sensational, the newspapers focused all their attention on the murder of his wife, and no one paid any attention to the bank robbery.

……

In old Theon's view, the nobles had been running rampant in this country for many years, accumulating enemies everywhere, so it was only natural that they would be attacked.

But Milo doesn't see it that way.

After all, Grasso wasn't a nobleman...

……

"I'm going out for a bit. You stay here and recover."

Milo couldn't stay still; before he'd even settled in, he got up and headed outside again.

Old Theon simply added leisurely, "Do a good job."

...

……

Nanwei City South, a residential area for ordinary people.

Grasso lived in a place even worse than the back-to-back housing complex where the Valrocan family lived.

This is one of the oldest and most dilapidated buildings in the entire city of Nanwei, a gathering place for vagrants, drunkards, gamblers, and drug addicts.

From the perspective of city administrators, the residents here are the kind of people whose deaths would be a great contribution to the city's development; their quality level is only higher than that of the criminals in Yaden Village.

Grasso lived in such a terrible place.

……

When the dilapidated wooden door was pulled open, Milo looked at the well-dressed Grasso with astonishment:

"Wow, I almost didn't recognize you with your clothes on."

"It's you again!" Grasso's face was full of displeasure the moment he saw Milo.

Recalling the series of tragic events of the previous night, Grasso felt as if he had encountered a plague god when he saw Milo again.

She grabbed the door panel and tried to throw it at Milo's face.

But Milo braced himself against the door frame:

"Here's the thing, we received a report from the bank that three sapphires were missing from their vault... I'm very curious, you were completely naked when you left, and I took all the banknotes off, so where did you hide those three sapphires and take them out of the bank?"

(End of this chapter)