Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 293 The Chosen Ones

Well, this time everyone who didn't want to join the group got in, while everyone who wanted to join didn't.

Milo glanced back at Rebecca, who was leaning on her cane and arguing with Nero:
“David Derby’s case is not going to be easy.”

"What do you mean?" Dillah Shaw held a complete set of case files in his hands, including the 23 confirmed murders and assassinations so far, with only the Derby wife-killing case, which Milo was in charge of, missing.

Old Theon took the cigarette out of his mouth and flicked off the ash: "Because someone died."

Only he, the old man, would understand.

He knew that Milo was using David Derby as bait to lure him in, and regardless of whether the bait was successful or not, David had no reason to live. Even if the assassination organization didn't make a move, Milo would.

"So how do you plan to explain this?" Dillash nodded, then turned to Milo and asked.

“Hmm—you seem to have a lot to say to me.” Milo didn’t answer Dillash’s question, but instead looked at the guy with a smile.

The church has intervened in criminal cases quite often, but only when the case involves internal church interests or some unspeakable secrets. In fact, they have never really participated in the investigation. This is the first time that De La Shaw has taken the initiative to offer to join the task force as an advisor.

“Don’t look at me like that. There are some things I’m saying that only you in the entire law enforcement system can understand. I had no choice,” Dillah said, shaking his head.

“I understand what you mean. I’m just curious how the church views these dead people.” Milo flicked the case files that Dillash was holding in his arms.

However, Dirac did not immediately answer Milo's question, but instead turned to look at old Theon.

Old Theon waved his hand calmly: "What? Afraid I'll leak secrets?"

"For your health's sake," Dirac replied casually.

"Thank you for your concern. The doctor said three years ago that every extra day I live is an extra bonus," old Theon said, smacking his lips.

"Let's go back to the enforcement office. Some of the bodies should be being returned soon." Milo called everyone to head back home.

He wasn't interested in the other members of this so-called task force. Apart from Nero, Dirac, and himself, the unlucky guy chosen to take the blame, the rest were all old, weak, sick, and disabled members of the enforcement team. Expecting these people to provide effective help was like hoping for a blessing from the Golden Tree. After the meeting, everyone naturally went home.

……

The underground morgue of the Chengnan Law Enforcement Office.

There are now seven fresh corpses inside, or rather, six and a half, because when one of the dead was discovered, half of his body had already been burned.

Rick is compiling information on the deceased and creating corresponding identification tags for them.

Dillah Shaw then pulled out the case files corresponding to the deceased from that stack of documents.

"In general, before this series of cases broke out—well, starting from the Glagi incident—the priest had already asked me to start looking for these people." Dirachao flipped through the documents in his hands by the dim light of the kerosene lamp, slowly revealing some information that Milo had never known before.

“These people?” Milo leaned against the autopsy table, slowly untying the tie binding his hands, revealing the gruesome, charred skin on his palms.

“You might think the Glagki incident was just a coincidence, but whether you believe it or not, the eyes on the Star Clock Tower saw something sinister. Glagki was just the beginning; some imperceptible gloom has already spread over this city.” Dirasha pulled out the corresponding files for the deceased and placed them one by one beside the bodies.

“If you don’t mind, I hope we can keep the following conversation as free of confusing adjectives and pronouns as possible.” Milo tossed his sticky, blood-stained tie into the trash can and gestured for Rick to get him a bottle of rubbing alcohol.

Dillash looked up at Milo and said succinctly, "Many ancient eyes are watching this place."

"What does this refer to?" Milo asked, his injured hand hovering in the air.

“Nanwei City.” Dirasha took a deep breath. “There are some things I shouldn’t tell you, but the pastor gave me permission to do so because he thinks you can be of help.”

"Go ahead," Milo said without giving it much thought.

“There has always been a prophecy within the church’s upper echelons that a calamity will befall Nanwei City someday, but so far we have not found any clues. We do not understand what this so-called calamity is, nor do we know what form it will take. Therefore, the duty of the church officials I lead is to monitor every corner of this city. We need to understand any details that happen in the shadows, because anything could be the source of calamity.”

"So that's why there's this saying that the dead go to the church?" Milo shrugged.

Dillah said slowly, "I know you've never truly believed in the church, nor in prophecy, but you happen to be the most insightful person in this city. To be honest, I used to doubt it all, until one day I learned that prophecy originates from..."

“It originated from the Great Plague, right?” Milo squinted, picking up where Dirac left off.

Dillah Shaw's pupils contracted slightly as he looked at Milo in surprise.

Milo, meanwhile, calmly took the alcohol from Rick, bit off the cap, and poured it little by little onto the wound on his palm. The intense stinging pain made him grimace: "Hiss—to be precise, it's been since you guys used blood healing to save hundreds or thousands of people, right?"

He not only knew of the existence of prophecy, but also knew that the so-called prophecy actually came from the Monsis school, which had been expelled from the church, and that the representative of the Monsis school was the teacher mentioned by the raven.

Milo didn't need to say much more; Dirac understood what he meant.

“Yes, the Church has been watching everything in this ancient city closely, until the arrival of Geraki.” Diracho nodded emphatically.
“After that day, I received a new mission, which required me to find those who were already deeply afflicted in the city’s nearly 500,000 inhabitants. We called them apostles.”

“What do you mean, ‘a person deeply mired in misfortune’?” Milo sensed a distinct heaviness in Dirac’s tone.

“You can think of them as someone like Sansa, but not necessarily a member of the Familia. They are definitely agents of ancient beings, those chosen by them,” Dirachoon said.

“The chosen ones.” Milo raised an eyebrow, took a clean towel, gently wiped the blood from his palms, and then pointed to the seven corpses in the morgue:
"You're not talking about them, are you?"

(End of this chapter)