Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 33 Trading
"church?"

Everyone present was puzzled.

What happened tonight seems to have nothing to do with the church from any angle, so why did people from the church suddenly appear?

Not only Rebecca found it strange, but Harrison and the rest of the monitoring team were also very puzzled.

Before they could react, the church personnel, dressed in grey cloaks, had already registered their names, walked straight through the law enforcement hall, and accurately located the detention cells.

"It's quite lively."

The newcomer removed the hood covering the upper half of his face, glanced at the crowd at the entrance of the detention cell, and wore a faint smile. It was impossible to discern the purpose of his visit from his expression.

This man was naturally De La Chaux, a secretary of the Golden Law Church.

Dillah Shaw habitually flashed the golden tree tattoo on his forearm to identify himself, then glanced with interest at the Milo family inside the iron bars of the cell, before finally turning to look at Rebecca:
"I think I must have missed something great."

Rebecca didn't look too good.

Tonight has already been troublesome enough, and now Dillah has come to stir things up. The law enforcement agency and the church have never had a pleasant relationship, and Rebecca tacitly believes that Dillah is definitely up to no good. In the middle of the night, Harrison alone is enough to annoy her, so she has no intention of dealing with this eccentric guy, Dillah.

But Dillashow, acting as if they were old friends, looked Harrison up and down and said:

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be Sherman, the head of the oversight committee, right?"

"What brings you here?" Harrison, also unsure of Dillah's intentions, nodded at him without changing his expression.

“Just like you, simply following orders.” Dirac spoke with his signature fake smile on his face. He turned to Rebecca: “It’s related to a previous case. Reverend Defoe has a few questions he wants to ask someone. If possible, I would like everyone to step aside for a moment. I’d like to speak with the people in the cell. Is that alright, Chief Inspector?”

Rebecca looked coldly at Dillah Shaw:
"You've come to the wrong person again. I'm currently under investigation by the inspection team and don't have the authority to make room for you at the moment."

“Oh, I see.” Dillash raised an eyebrow, but there was no sign of surprise on his face, as if he already knew what had happened inside the law enforcement office.

He then turned to look at Harrison beside him:
“I’m not very familiar with your internal rules, but I think Mr. Sherman will give the church this small favor, right?”

"What can't be said face to face?" Harrison adjusted his glasses, resting his hands on his cane in front of him to maintain his standing posture.

This simple body language already showed his resistance.

But Dillah Shaw remained unsurprised, simply nodding slightly.

"Alright, it's not something that needs to be discussed with others anyway. Since everyone is interested, I have no objection to you all listening in."

From the moment he entered the law enforcement office until now, not a single word he has uttered has contained the slightest hint of aggression. Neither Harrison nor Rebecca has yet figured out what his purpose in coming here is.

Anyway, this guy wasn't shy at all. He looked around, pulled up a stool for himself, sat down by the cell door, and after elegantly adjusting his church cloak, he finally spoke to Milo:
"It seems you're in trouble again, and it's more serious than the last time. Here's the thing, I want to make a deal with you. The deal is simple: you tell me what was hidden at the scene of the last serial murder, and in exchange, I'll help you solve your current problem. How about it?"

Milo squinted at Dirashaw. Although the other man still wore a faint, fake smile, the confidence and certainty in his eyes were quite obvious. He was certain that there was something at the sewer crime scene that Milo had concealed and had not reported, and his confidence was telling Milo that solving his current troubles was a piece of cake for Dirashaw.

Although Dillah Shaw spoke in a calm tone, the content of his words was extremely arrogant.

Because the two people standing behind him were the chief of law enforcement and the head of the inspection team.

……

The two only exchanged a glance, but Milo felt as if he was being seen through.

He knew perfectly well why Dillah had come looking for him—it was that grotesque totem. Especially after he inexplicably witnessed Robben's ordeal, Milo was even more convinced that this thing was something extraordinary, and he still couldn't understand why his physical strength had increased so drastically.

One thing Milo can be certain of is that he never mentioned the totem on the wall at the sewer crime scene to anyone, including Rebecca.

The only people who knew about the totem's existence were the deceased Robben and himself.

Oh no, there's one more: the mastermind behind the murder, the church doctor who has never shown his face.

Does that mean that Dirac is connected to that doctor?
It's even possible... that Dirac is that doctor?

Milo stared intently at Dillah's young face, but he quickly dismissed the idea, because Dillah's facial features and demeanor were completely different from the masked man Robben remembered; the two had no resemblance whatsoever.

……

"What trouble are you referring to?" Milo pretended not to understand. He didn't intend to treat Dirac as a lifeline because, in his mind, the matter concerning the totem was far more dangerous than Harrison, and Dirac might not be a good person.

“Of course it’s him.” Dillah Shaw didn’t mince words, pointing directly to Harrison’s direction behind him with his thumb, and said calmly, “Give me what I want, and I’ll take care of him for you.”

Harrison's face darkened immediately when someone pointed a finger at him and kept saying "it's all done." He retorted indignantly:

"Does the church have the right to interfere with the oversight committee in the performance of its duties?"

But Dillashau completely ignored him, remaining calmly seated and smiling as he waited for Milo's reply.

Harrison felt extremely uncomfortable with this contemptuous attitude. His swaggering progress bar had ended too quickly. Just a moment ago, he was wielding great influence, but as soon as Dillah Shaw arrived, he became an outsider, and no one even paid attention to him. He couldn't accept it.

But he really couldn't do anything about the church people.

Those in the aristocratic class knew better than anyone how powerful the Church's methods were. No one wanted to provoke the Church unless absolutely necessary, a consensus even within the royal circle. Harrison was helpless in the face of this.

……

(End of this chapter)