Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 339 The Second Year

"March 23, 1839"

“I have been working at the law enforcement office in the southern part of Nanwei City for just over a month.”

"This is a very magical, yet also very confusing, law enforcement office."

"Most of the desks in the criminal investigation team's office are covered in dust, and there are rarely any people on duty during the day. But when it's late at night, there are always some strange noises coming from there."

“Old classical melodies often drifted out from the morgue in the basement, and occasionally the smell of roasted meat would waft out.”

"My boss's boss is the most handsome woman I've ever met. In the month after I started working there, I had erotic dreams for 20 consecutive nights, and she was the main character in all of them. But she had a very fierce black cat. It was not friendly at all, and I was scratched by it many times, both in real life and in my erotic dreams."

“A month has passed, and I still haven’t recovered from the joy of passing the law enforcement assessment. Although the boring daily duty has poured cold water on me countless times, it is not enough to calm me down. This pace of life is somewhat different from what I imagined a law enforcement officer’s career to be, but I like it very much. It’s just that my colleagues do not seem to have this enthusiasm.”

“I am the only new criminal investigation team member added to the Chengnan Law Enforcement Station in the past year, but my superior, Emma’s brother, always seems to have his own things to do. After I joined the station, he handed me over to the department next door and then ignored me.”

"Everyone says his temper has gotten worse than before because he got promoted, so he's not as friendly with his colleagues as he used to be. But I don't think he's changed at all. It's kind of funny, he's my boss, but most of the time we meet when I'm eating at his house. He's still the same scoundrel as before. Last Friday, I went to the criminal investigation team's office to submit some documents and somehow got my head caught in the door. He's been making fun of me about it for three days now, and he even gave that door a name: the Louis XVI Happy Door. Out of all the people there, he was the only one who was laughing happily because nobody knew who Louis XVI was."

“My father is still waiting for me to change my mind. He thinks I will soon get tired of this life as a low-level law enforcement officer. He has even prepared a position for me, saying that I can resign at any time to go back and help the family business. But that is impossible. This is the result of my hard work. There is no reason for me to give up.”

"But I must admit, I really dislike the nicknames my colleagues have given me. Butch used to be the most bullied person in the law enforcement office, but now it seems like I've taken Butch's place as the clown, just because there was no chair at my desk on my first day. They keep calling me 'no chair.' I don't really understand these guys' sense of humor. I don't think it's funny at all, just like that Louis XVI joke."

"Chief Enforcer Rebecca told me that it's hard for people in the enforcement office to accept someone from the aristocracy. I think I understand what she means. People make fun of me not because I'm really funny or anything, but because I'm an outcast in this team."

"But so what? I didn't get in through connections, screw it."

“My father always said that nobles and law enforcement officers were two completely unrelated groups, but I didn’t think there was anything wrong with that.”

"But he was right about one thing: Milo is a very capable person, and I should learn from him."

"He is really amazing. I can't think of a better adjective. He joined the company a year earlier than me, or even less than a year earlier, but he seems to be born to do this job. Some cases that have been giving us a headache for a long time are handed over to him, and he can solve them the next day. There are also those suspects who are not afraid of being scalded by boiling water. He can always make those people cry and confess everything in less than half an hour. I think it's amazing. What's infuriating is that he never shares his secrets with me."

“He used to find some strange and unusual books and ask me to help him decipher and translate them, but I don’t know when it started, he stopped asking me for help.”

"This guy is getting braver and braver, he's not even afraid that I'll tell Emma."

"The most unbelievable thing is that Emma seems to be increasingly biased towards him now. These two siblings have started wearing the same pair of pants without me even realizing it. It's infuriating."

"Ugh... my head hurts so much. The door to the criminal investigation team's office seems to be targeting me. Even when there's no one in the office, it just keeps closing inexplicably. I'm never peeking in there again."

"But it was worth it. I solved a case during my internship. Although it was just helping an old lady find her lost cat, I felt very happy, hehe."

"@#￥%……￥#@"

……

The above is the private diary of newly appointed law enforcement officer Enid Kent.

She could ramble on and on about a lot of fragmented texts every day, because apart from her daily patrols, she spent most of her time at her desk in the law enforcement office. Besides writing in her diary, she couldn't think of anything more interesting to do.

Enid also wanted to scold Butch whenever she had the chance, just like everyone else, but she didn't dare, because in the office lobby, her status was actually one level lower than Butch's.

It wasn't that she didn't want to fit in with the group; it was just that everyone around her was deliberately avoiding her.

Enid began to feel a little frustrated, but only a little. She had a strong ability to regulate her emotions, a skill she had learned from Emma.

…The door to the criminal investigation team's office upstairs remained tightly closed.

Milo didn't show up again today.

Enid, pen in her mouth, looked at the weapons registration form on her desk that she needed to sign on Milo's behalf, and sighed.

……

...

Milo, the head of the enforcement team, didn't emerge from Grasso's room until noon.

More than half a year has passed without leaving any obvious marks on Milo's face; he remains the same as before.

The only difference is that the cases he is now handling are slightly more unusual than those in the past.

For example, a theft case that was resolved through negotiation late last night at a suburban cemetery.

Not long ago, a group of ghouls came to the wilderness near Nanwei City. These guys openly scavenged for fresh "ingredients" in the mountain cemeteries. Even on the night of the Day of the Dead, they did not stop their group "cemetery shopping" activities.

This act of digging up ancestral graves naturally caused panic and unease among the city's residents.

Milo spent an entire night meeting with the elders of the ghoul tribe, and finally, after his earnest persuasion, the ghouls agreed to reasonably reduce their foraging activities.

...

Milo didn't return to the city until late at night.

Then, as usual, I spent the night in my apartment in Grasso.

……

"Is it already noon? It's lunchtime."

Milo drew back the curtains in the living room and saw that the midday sun was already shining brightly on the street.

Inside the room, Grasso, wrapped in a thin nightgown, leaned against the doorframe with his messy hair, one hand on his waist, looking at Milo with a very resentful gaze:

"I just don't understand, why am I always the one on top? Can't you take the initiative just once? I'm almost developing abs."

While tying his tie, Milo answered in a serious tone:
"Right angle, right angle, don't you understand? An angle less than 90 degrees will cause trouble. I've told you so many times."

He even gestured a right angle with his hands.

“Sometimes I wonder if you’ve never actually broken the dream-guiding spell, otherwise why would I believe your nonsense?” Grasso rolled his eyes.

"What nonsense! An angle of less than ninety degrees has killed Outer Gods. Do you think you can be more powerful than Outer Gods?" Milo put on his coat.

Grasso gave him the middle finger:

"Next time, let the Outer God warm your bed, don't come looking for me."

(End of this chapter)