Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 355 Is this guy 8 years old?
The day after several times.

Milo woke up in bed in Grasso's apartment.

After leisurely opening the window and breathing in the fresh air that had been briefly baked by the midday sun, Milo began to pack his clothes and equipment.

It took a lot of effort to get the tie off the metal bar at the head of the bed.

"I won't tie a knot that's impossible to untie next time."

Milo muttered to himself, picked up the bronze ring of the Exiled Shadow from the bedside table, and put it back on his finger.

Grasso, half-asleep and clutching his blanket, lay on the bed and mumbled to Milo:
"Why do you always take off that ring when you stay overnight at my place?"

“To protect personal privacy.” Milo shrugged.

The moment he put on the ring, Eric's shadow appeared in the corner, gesturing wildly towards him.

"If you don't want to talk about it, then don't. Why bring up personal privacy?"

Grasso rolled over:
"Remember to close the door when you leave, I haven't had enough sleep yet."

……

...

Back at the law enforcement office, Milo slumped into his desk, propped his legs up on the corner of the table, picked up the morning newspaper that had been on his desk four or five hours earlier, and casually flipped through it.

He didn't realize that by simply adding a cigarette to his posture, he was a perfect replica of Old Theon's usual mannerisms in the law enforcement office.

The difference is that Milo doesn't have the leisure of old Theon to slack off with a newspaper until the end of the workday.

He glanced at it briefly to see what nonsense the major newspapers were spouting today, and in less than five minutes, he threw the brand-new newspaper into the trash can.

Because the front page of the newspaper was about yesterday's hearing, it was actually Milo himself who was talking nonsense.

"What a cursed thing."

……

knock knock knock.

There was a knock on the door from outside the corridor.

"Please come in?"

Milo responded.

About ten seconds later, the office door was pushed open.

Enid slid in with lightning speed, her eyes fixed warily on the door.

"Does even opening a door now require such a battle of wits?"

Milo laughed.

"We can't let Louis XVI be too happy. There must be something wrong with this door. Why don't we get a repairman to check it out?"

Enid placed a few documents on Milo's desk, glancing back at the door panel a couple more times.

Milo patiently explained, "See those medals hanging behind the door? Next time you open the door, be careful not to mess them up or you'll get your head stuck."

"Why?" Enid asked, puzzled.

“There’s someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder.” Milo glanced at Eric’s shadow on the wall next to him.

The latter shrugged at him again.

"That's weird," Enid muttered under her breath, then turned to the matter of the documents:

“Didn’t you ask us to contact the relatives of the deceased in Glenn Town? But the old man had always lived alone and had no blood relatives. The only child recorded in the file was adopted by another family many years ago and moved away from Nanwei City to settle in the north. The law enforcement team there hadn’t been able to find the corresponding person, but today they sent a letter saying they had found him. He is the deceased’s son, but…”

Milo raised an eyebrow: "Just?"

“The deceased’s son moved there and changed his name to Brutus. He is now 32 years old, unmarried, and runs a small sculpture workshop in the north. According to the clues provided there, Brutus has been missing for nearly two months.” Enid spread out the documents, handing Milo a missing persons file from the northern law enforcement team, and then continued:

As Milo listened, he tapped the table rhythmically with his knuckles, then said to Enid, "Let me guess, did they find Brutus's train ticket itinerary from a month ago? The ticket to Nanwei City."

"How did you know?"

Enid stared wide-eyed as she pulled out the ticket voucher provided by the railway department from the documents.

That was a ticket record from the end of last month, from North Rhodes to Southview Innsmouth, and the ticket buyer was Brutus.

If the investigation were to delve deeper, records of Brutus receiving blood healing from the Church during the Great Plague would surely be found. However, Milo did not point this out to Enid, because there was no need to.

Ultimately, this case should be handled by Milo himself and the University of Michigan investigators; there's no need to involve other unrelated people.

"You did very well."

Milo covered the documents and praised them generously:

"Much smarter than Butch."

"Is that a compliment?" Enid wrinkled her nose in disdain.

“Of course, Butch is a well-known genius in our law enforcement agency.” Milo nodded.

……

…The following days were relatively peaceful in Nanwei city.

Milo mobilized the Shadow of Exile and some intelligence personnel from Arden Village to search the entire city, but they could not find any trace of Brutus himself.

Based on the clues we have so far, it can be basically confirmed that Brutus is the vicious dog that killed his biological father in Glenn town and then mysteriously exploded to pieces in the suburbs.

The so-called "beast-like berserk virus" does not exist; the truth is that humans have become beast-like.

However, Milo did not immediately relay this news to the church. The reason was simple: even today, Milo still could not fully trust the church, which had nothing to do with his personal relationship with De La Shaw.

After Investigator C left for other cities, there was no news of him for several days. Milo could not contact him either and did not know the progress of the investigation into the other 23 similar cases, so he could only put the matter aside for the time being.

But that doesn't mean we can let our guard down.

The Robben case has proven that the bestiality phenomenon is not a recent occurrence, but rather something that happened more than a year ago.

Milo had to find another way to verify the relationship between beast transformation and blood healing.

Rick became the eighth laborer Milo could exploit at will (the first seven were the Exiled Shadows). This guy now works 24/7, and as long as he consumes enough protein, he doesn't need to rest at all, which is one of the most significant advantages of being a semi-zombie.

……

For the next few days, Milo continued his routine as always: going to work to investigate cases, and continuing to investigate cases or studying all night.

The city was calm and peaceful.

But as a local law enforcement officer of Nanwei City, one must be aware that peaceful days can never last forever; some trouble or accidents are normal.

Then, the unexpected happened.

However, it wasn't the vampires or ghouls causing the trouble; rather, something unexpected happened at Valrocan's house.

……

That day, as usual, Kang prepared breakfast, dragged Finn out of bed and threw him into the bathroom, urging him to quickly wash off the drool on his face so he could go to school.

At first, no one noticed anything wrong.

When everyone was eating around the table, they saw Finn, who was more than ten centimeters taller than yesterday, walking towards them from the direction of the restroom, and everyone became uneasy.

"????"

Emma was the first to notice the problem.

Finn is only eight and a half years old this year. Due to his family's financial situation, the little guy had been malnourished for a long time and his growth rate was very slow. He was also one of the short ones among his peers. It has only improved in the last two years. Not only has his face finally started to get fuller, but he has also slowly grown taller.

But this is not a reason to grow more than ten centimeters taller overnight.

Emma looked at Milo with a puzzled expression.

Milo pressed his head under the table, glanced at Finn's trousers that only covered half of his calves, then stood up again, pulled Finn to his side, and roughly gestured to him using himself as a reference.

Goodness, this kid grew to almost 1.5 meters tall overnight.

"What's wrong, brother?"

Finn rubbed his eyes, confused, and looked up at Milo.

Milo grabbed his head and pried Finn's eyelids open with two fingers.

In Finn's bewildered eyes, Milo noticed clearly visible, menacing bloodshot veins, a symptom that usually appears after several sleepless nights.

Milo narrowed his eyes and questioned Finn:

"Did you sneak off to the attic to play last night?"

"Huh? Me? No, I was asleep a long time ago." Finn denied it outright.

But as someone at the bottom of the food chain in this family, no subtle change in his expression could escape the eyes of the parents.

"How many times have I told you? Don't always scratch your head when you lie. You have no memory at all."

Milo didn't blame Finn; he just told him to hurry up and eat his breakfast.

When he noticed the questioning looks from Emma and Kang, Milo simply shrugged: "Don't worry, isn't growing taller a good thing? It means that what you eat isn't wasted."

"Are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital for a check-up?" Kang asked with concern, gently patting Finn's head to check if his son was missing a nose or an ear.

"no, I'm fine."

Milo calmly sipped his oatmeal, thinking to himself—he couldn't keep the Canamagos Will in the attic any longer; he needed to find a new place to study it.

That thing can accelerate the aging of everything around it.

Fortunately, Finn is just a little kid, and the impact on him isn't too severe; he's only a year or two older than usual.

If Kang were to wake Finn and find a seventy or eighty-year-old man lying in bed, he would probably go crazy.

……

"The good news is that we won't have to wash dishes anymore."

Milo muttered something to himself.

Emma seemed thoughtful, then nodded.

(End of this chapter)