Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 279 Well behaved
Two minutes later.

Milo frowned as he looked at Grasso, who was squatting in the corner, sobbing uncontrollably.

To be honest, he didn't expect his first time playing a psychopath to be so effective.

Before he could even loosen his belt, Grasso was already sobbing uncontrollably.

He only meant to scare the other party, but he didn't expect the thief to have such poor mental fortitude.

……

But what Milo didn't know was that, in that instant, Grasso had actually experienced the horrific image of being pinned against the wall and having his clothes torn open in his mind.

The scene was incredibly realistic; she could even feel Milo's breath so close to hers, and feel the burning pain left by his fingernails roughly scraping across her skin...

The terrifying hallucinations instantly overwhelmed Grasso's will.

It wasn't until she came to her senses that she realized Milo was still a few steps away from her.

……

"Demon...you really are a demon...waaaaah..."

Grasso cried so hard he felt so wronged, hugging his knees and curling up in a corner, trembling uncontrollably.

Milo and the group of seven looked at each other in bewilderment; anyone who didn't know better would think he had really done something to Grasso.

...

"Hey no, with your mentality, you'd be a disgrace to all thieves in the world. If all criminals were like you, the interrogation rooms in the law enforcement office could be used to store junk."

Milo sat back down on the table, speechless.

"Answer the questions properly, or we'll drag you out into the street and execute you on the spot."

He just mentioned it casually.

As soon as he said it, Grasso cried even louder.

"Wow--"

She even started to struggle on the spot, swinging her arms as if she had really been dragged into the street by Milo.

……

Milo was completely stunned.

Oh no...

Is it a dream?
He finally reacted.

The dream-attracting ability that the Scarlet Witch spoke of seems to have been successfully developed by him inexplicably.

……

Milo squinted at Grasso, who was crying loudly in the corner.

A wicked thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

It was just a fleeting moment.

The next second, Grasso began to tremble all over, uttering indescribable, soft moans...

……

"Disgusting, so disgusting!" Milo quickly patted his forehead, stopping the wicked thoughts running through his mind.

It took about ten minutes for Grasso in the corner to gradually calm down.

The unsettling panting in the room finally disappeared.

……

"So this is the correct way to use Dream Inducer? But I didn't get any pleasure, while she had a blast. That's not fair—"

Milo rested his chin on his hand and sized up Grasso, who was crawling in the corner.

"Can you answer the questions now?"

There was a silence in the room for about twenty seconds. Then, a sound that surprised Milo came out—"Um...you asked."

???

Milo stared in utter surprise for two seconds, then shrugged with relief, pulled out some documents from his pocket, coughed twice to clear his throat, and asked Grasso:
Have you encountered the assassins who attacked us?

Surprisingly, the subsequent questioning went very smoothly.

Grasso answered almost every question, a stark contrast to her previous demeanor, showing almost no resistance and telling Milo everything she knew.

"This is the first time I've ever been assassinated."

"No enemies?"

"there has never been."

"Think back, in your career of thievery, have you ever stolen anything very important, the kind that could attract assassination attempts? Tell me now, and maybe I can save your life."

"No, absolutely not. My talent only fully awakened in the last week. I couldn't control it at all before. I only started having thoughts of stealing in the last few days."

"It only started in the last few days?... What's the underlying principle?"

"Body fluids, my body fluids can make me temporarily invisible. Sweat, tears, saliva, all work. As long as I sweat, I can remain invisible for about half an hour. This is a talent that all women of our race possess."

"What race?"

“I can’t remember, I’m sorry, I really can’t remember. My family didn’t tell me these things. I was separated from my people when I was very young and have been living in the slums ever since. Even now, I can’t remember my own name and I’ve forgotten a lot of things.”

"Is that so..."

Milo was completely stumped.

Even with Grasso's complete cooperation, he could find no connection whatsoever between her and the Derby couple.

Could it be that the assassins were really after him and Theon?
But that doesn't make sense. Whether it was the attack at the bank or the one that happened to Theon, the assassins had absolutely no reason to include Grasso and Davy in their assassination targets.

Old Theon himself said that the bullet was clearly aimed at David, otherwise he wouldn't have been the one who got hit.

However, there is absolutely no connection between a nobleman's descendant living in an old manor on the outskirts of the city and a girl from a poor neighborhood of unknown origin.

Why did the assassins split into two groups and attack the two people simultaneously?
That's really puzzling.

Milo twirled the pencil in his hand, but couldn't write anything useful in the notebook for a long time.

What else do you know about the White family of Innsmouth?

“Ephraim White, everyone says he's a male wizard, an old-time magic apprentice. Before I got separated from my people, they warned me not to go near that town, not to talk to anyone from the White family, and especially not to look them in the eye. The elders said it would be dangerous to look them in the eye, that the White family had the ability to devour the souls of the living. They would choose someone they liked from the crowd, possess their body, and continue living as that person in order to seek immortality…”

Grasso had already sat up on the ground, still holding her knees with her hands, but compared to a few minutes ago, she was now very calm. The look in her eyes as she looked at Milo was no longer entirely one of fear and disgust, but rather mixed with another strange and unpredictable emotion.

"Possessing someone else's body?"

Milo flipped through the documents in his hand and found that Justin's confession seemed to have mentioned similar words, which David had said when he asked him for help.

"ok, I get it."

He nodded and highlighted that sentence.

Then he turned to look at Grasso in the corner:
"Why do you have to steal? In my hometown, people who acquire this special ability are thinking about saving the world (not really)."

“I want to buy pretty clothes,” Grasso replied earnestly.

Milo helplessly shrugged.

"Okay, I thought it would be like in movies and TV shows, with a twist, like stealing to support a family of orphans. I was overthinking it."

“It is the church’s responsibility to support orphans,” Grasso explained.

“Yes, yes.” Milo nodded and stood up:
"That's all. I have other things to do. Take care of yourself."

"Oh? Are we leaving already?" Grasso's little face showed a hint of reluctance.

"You're crazy."

Milo waved and walked out of the room.

(End of this chapter)