Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 349 Everyone is trying to survive
"What's wrong with this cat? Why does it look so arrogant?"

Rick was holding several pieces of the beast's carcass in his hand, looking at Marshall on the ground.

Milo gestured with his hand: "I suggest you be a little more polite to this cat in the future."

"What's the story behind it?" Rick asked curiously.

“It can eat two zombies like you in one meal.” Milo paused and then added, “It’s not an ordinary cat from this world.”

“Strictly speaking, I’m only half a zombie,” Rick corrected.

“Then it can eat four of you,” Milo said with a simple calculation.

"Wait a minute, you just said there are other worlds?" Rick's focus wasn't on how many zombies he ate in one meal; he astutely seized on another key point Milo had mentioned.

He put the haphazardly chopped pieces of corpse he was holding back on the ground, walked curiously towards Marshall, and held his gloves, stained with all sorts of sticky blood, towards Marshall's head, making strange noises: "Meow meow meow~~"

Milo, standing to the side, shook his head. He didn't even need to look to know what would happen to Rick; the guy's behavior was definitely courting death.

As expected, the cat's sharp claws darted away.

Rick clutched his hand, squatted on the ground, and howled in pain, "Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"

……

"Stop fooling around. Collect everything we need to collect. Let's go back to the law enforcement station and plan our next move. We need to find out exactly where this guy got it from."

Milo plucked two handfuls of dry grass from the ground and rubbed them in his palm.

Then he added an instruction:

"Remember to bring the kitten along, or Rebecca will go crazy."

Rick looked miserable.

Meanwhile, Marshall, sitting in the grass, continued to leisurely lick his little black paws.

……

When I arrived in Glenn, I had one person, one zombie, and one dog; when I returned, I had an extra cat.

Marshall was quite the maverick cat. He disdained sitting in the carriage with the sheepdogs, instead riding on the back of the horses, looking incredibly majestic.

After all, they come from the Dreamland. According to the Scarlet Witch, their race is incredibly powerful there, and they even control an army.

……

Upon returning to Nanwei City, Milo did not instruct his subordinates at the law enforcement office to deal with the dismembered body in the jungle of Glenn Town. It would be pointless, as the case now fell entirely into the nighttime category.

However, the collection of other information still needs to continue.

Milo ordered his men to review all the records of the deceased old man and to conduct a systematic inventory of the permanent residents of Glenn, including the surrounding area, to check for any missing persons.

According to the information obtained from the previous investigation, this old man was an empty nester. Most of his relatives and younger relatives were distant relatives who were not even remotely related to him. They rarely contacted each other and were also very distant in terms of blood relations. As a result, even though the old man had been dead for a month, the law enforcement team still could not contact any of his relatives.

“Compile your findings in Glenn and give me a detailed report.”

Milo gave Rick his task, then ran upstairs and asked Marshall to return to Rebecca's place.

The whole morning was gone just like that.

……

"It's not easy to see you these days."

Rebecca rubbed Marshall's head, who was lying in her arms, and squinted at Milo.

Milo wandered around Rebecca's office, rummaged through some leftover snacks, and stuffed them into his mouth, mumbling between chews, "Missed me?"

"Ah……"

Rebecca's lips curled into a smile, not a sneer this time, but a genuine smile.

In fact, Milo was also puzzled. Ever since Rebecca suffered a great loss in the Glagki incident, the tiger girls' personalities had changed quite a bit. Perhaps she herself hadn't even noticed some of the subtle changes in herself.

However, Milo, who has always been paying attention to the sanity levels of those around him, is very sensitive to this.

After Nero left, Rebecca took on the responsibility of caring for Kai.

Oh, by the way, regarding Kai, the little girl is doing alright for now, at least physically, because the source of the problem has been dragged into the angular spacetime by the hunting dogs.

After the night of the hunt, Rebecca was depressed for a long time.

The two most important people to Rebecca in Nanwei City, Nero and Karl, both passed away in inexplicable ways. Coupled with a series of messy managers, Milo wouldn't be surprised if Rebecca's will was crushed.

However, the reality was that she gradually recovered after living with Kai for a period of time. Milo could only attribute this miraculous healing effect to her little angelic sister, Kai.

As the last surviving member of a cursed race, her survival was countless times more difficult than that of others. But after experiencing so many hardships, she not only survived but also comforted Rebecca's wounds.

Humans are not as weak and powerless as the raven described, at least not the group of people Milo encountered.

……

“I know you have dealings with the current county governor and the newly appointed law enforcement inspector is one of his men, but I am your direct superior. What’s the point of not seeing me all day long?”

Rebecca habitually crossed her long legs on the corner of the desk, leaned back in her chair, stroked Marshall's head with one hand, and rested her chin on the other.

His tone carried a strong sense of accusation.

Milo crunched on his biscuit, asking absentmindedly, "So, what can I do for you, sir?"

Just when he thought Rebecca would scold him as usual and then set a series of rules for law enforcement operations, Rebecca said something that surprised him:
"How about you come visit Kai sometime?"

Moreover, this sentence was not spoken in a commanding tone; the last word was spoken with an upward inflection, implying a solicitation of opinions.

Milo blinked: "Oh, that's easy to do~"

To be honest, Milo and Kai met very few times after the night of the hunt. Although he always used being busy with work as an excuse to convince himself, only he knew in his heart whether he was busy with work or hadn't figured out how to face Kai.

But in reality, Kay knew nothing. She had no idea that Nero regained consciousness and chose to end his own life after the dream. So the problem still lay with Milo himself. Some things were hard to explain and couldn't be explained, so Milo would subconsciously ignore them.

Just like how he kept saying he wanted to go to church to see Daisy, but after six months he hadn't actually stepped into the Star Tower.

……

“The weekend it is then.” Milo knew Rebecca’s personality well; he knew he wouldn’t leave this office without giving a clear answer.

"You're smart to know what's good for you." Rebecca nodded, then suddenly changed the subject:
"Are you still looking for Theon's whereabouts?"

After the night of the hunt, old Theon vanished without a trace.

The key point is that this person was unmarried, had no children, and was an orphan. It's as if he disappeared without leaving any trace in Nanwei City.

Milo was indeed searching, not only through the Scarlet Witch to find clues about the King in Yellow, but he even dug up and reviewed all the missing persons cases that Theon had previously investigated.

It's a bit dramatic, actually.

Previously, it was Theon who frantically disobeyed orders to search for the Seven's whereabouts; now, the Seven are the ones frantically searching for clues about Theon like headless flies.

"I've been looking for it all along," Milo said without denying it.

Theon was naturally on the kill list provided by Monquia.

On the night of the hunt, Milo found only the bodies of a few hunters with crushed skulls in the alleys of the city. He entrusted Dillah Shaw to bury the hunters and then peered into their memories before they died.

From their undead perspective, Milo saw the shadow of that ragged king...

Unlike Sothos, the arrival of the Yellow Robe did not cause any disturbance in Nanwei City; the few hunter corpses were the last traces he left behind.

"Do you know what those guys downstairs are saying about you?" Rebecca calmly watched Milo crunching away on his snacks.

"What did you say?" Milo raised an eyebrow.

“They say you’re starting to look more and more like Theon,” Rebecca said.

"Hey, slander, pure slander! I haven't stepped into the pleasure house for two months," Milo said, shaking his head to clarify.

"Two months? You must have been really bored, right?" Rebecca gave Milo a meaningful look.

Milo grinned: "No, thank you for your concern."

He rubbed the cookie crumbs off his hands, wrapped the remaining pieces in oil paper again, and brazenly stuffed them into the inside pocket of his trench coat.

"I'll go get to work now."

He pushed open the office door, and just as he stepped out, he turned back and peeked back at Rebecca, saying:

"Oh, by the way, your new hairstyle is pretty good. The curve of your sideburns matches your eyebrows very well."

It was probably after those fights with the mutated zombies that Rebecca realized how deadly long, wavy hair could be, so now she always maintains a neat and tidy short haircut, which she gets trimmed every now and then, much more frequently than Milo.

In the past, even if Milo stared at Rebecca's face for just a little while, she would start to feel uncomfortable, because subconsciously she would still care about the scar on her face.

But now she no longer wears a mask all the time, and she readily accepts Milo's generous praise:
"Thank you for your concern. Try to eat fewer snacks; they're not very nutritious. Remember to go to the hearing after lunch and bring that girl back."

Milo slapped his forehead:
"Oh right, I almost forgot."

(End of this chapter)