Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 360 A Bad Day

To Milo's slight surprise, just after the four of them had finished their meal, a man with heavy silver-rimmed glasses perched on his nose walked into the restaurant.

His appearance was not outstanding. His facial features, bone structure, and skin were far from handsome. In fact, his hairstyle and beard hinted at his unstable lifestyle and somewhat slovenly appearance. However, his clothes were generally neat, just a bit too plain. He was dressed in black and gray, which made his figure not stand out at all in the restaurant hall crowded with law enforcement officers.

This man is Carter Garnier.

An intellectual who, in Milo's view, can truly be considered an intellectual.

Carter had once told Milo that he really liked the food at Mrs. Up's restaurant, but Milo just took it as a way of getting on the good side of a law enforcement officer. He never expected that the guy would actually go all the way here to eat.

“Mr. Valrocan, it’s good to see you again.”

Carter first complained to Milo because Milo had ignored his invitation to the opera house's completion celebration, which he had sent long ago. That's true, but in reality, on the day the opera house was finally completed, Carter, as the chief designer, did not show up but chose to stay in his studio to continue working on his other design creations.

Afterwards, Carter very generously stated that he must pay for Milo's dinner, otherwise he would never have the opportunity to repay Milo for the help he had provided to the project.

However, Milo only jokingly reminded Carter, "You're too arrogant, Mr. Garnier. This is the territory of the law enforcement officers. There's no reason for outsiders to treat us. You can ask the kitchen staff if you don't believe me."

“In that case, you can pay for my dinner,” Carter laughed.

Milo shook his head seriously: "That won't do. My boss is sitting right next to me. She definitely won't reimburse me for this. You can't take away the food expenses from the law enforcement team's budget."

“I can trade you some liquor.” Carter pulled a portable flask from his pocket.

……

Overall, the dinner went fairly well.

Carter's charm lies in his lack of academic airs and his refusal to engage in the pretentious mystification of that class. This is evident in his ability to get along well with a room full of armed law enforcement officers despite being an architect. Yet, he also maintains a certain distance from everyone and avoids becoming overly familiar or close to anyone.

He didn't even sit down at the same table with Milo for dinner, but instead packed up his own and hurriedly returned to the studio.

……

Rebecca asked after Carter left:

"Is this the person who spent half of the budget for training new recruits in the local law enforcement system?"

“Half? No, no, seventy percent.” Milo gestured.

“You seem to take it all in stride,” Rebecca said casually.

“With fewer new recruits, the responsibilities of each current law enforcement officer have become heavier, but they’re not entirely unreasonable. After all, our salaries have all increased,” Milo shrugged.

“It’s not just that there are fewer new recruits, but this wave of newbies hasn’t even received any onboarding training. Have you heard about the incident this month where a new recruit at the West City Law Enforcement Station accidentally killed his teammate while on duty?” Rebecca sighed.

“Of course I’ve heard about it.” Milo shrugged. “But at least the new recruits in our institute aren’t that stupid.”

“Enid is alright,” Rebecca nodded. “It’s just that her background is too sensitive.”

"But there are still the city guards, right? The guards have been reorganized for about a year, so they should have improved a bit by now," Milo muttered.

"City guards?" Rebecca's eyes clearly expressed her attitude towards those scoundrels.

"You don't expect them to be of any help, do you?"

"Well, at least there are still some people here who can get things done."

Milo shrugged, recalling the warriors who blocked the gate on the night of the hunt.

……

...

Meanwhile, on a dark country road outside the city, a black carriage was calmly lying across the middle of the road.

The carriage had clearly overturned, but the horses were not startled and were quietly grazing on the wild grass nearby.

The carriage was completely silent, with only the wheels still rolling due to inertia.

The man who had just gained Milo's approval, and who possessed multiple titles such as the Gate-Blocking Warrior, the Rain Man, the Dream-Driven Escapee, the J-Woman Whistleblower, and Finn's Mentor and Friend, stood directly in front of the carriage.

The night fog made his gray hair appear somewhat damp, but this also greatly diminished his usual intelligence, perhaps due to what he was about to do. At this moment, he seemed more profound and cold than usual. However, this special aura didn't last long, because he soon sneezed.

"Ah—————— Ah Qiu!~~~~"

And it's the kind with a drawn-out tone.

Judging from the sound, it seemed like some snot came out of his nose.

He wiped his mouth and nose with his sleeve, then glanced at the black smoke swirling in his palm and muttered to himself:
"My strength hasn't increased, so it must be one of the girls in the pleasure house thinking about me... Hmm, that must be it."

At this moment, some faint groans came from the overturned carriage.

Closely following behind were some dark shadows darting quickly through the surrounding shady bushes.

In the shadows, pairs of chilling pupils appeared, surrounding Yan.

However, he changed his previous style.

He didn't run away, nor did he show the slightest fear. Instead, a playful smile slowly appeared on his lips.

A man's voice came from inside the carriage; the voice was slightly weak, but the unease and fear in it were very strong:
"Your Excellency! We are the sons of the Duke of Cainhurst Castle. Please carefully consider the consequences of your actions!"

The man in front of the carriage even diligently searched his memory for the name Cainhurst, but clearly found nothing. He shook his head.

"What? My knowledge of geography is pretty basic, but it's okay, no one will know about this, hehe."

……

...

The following day was a relatively bad day for Milo.

He went to work on time, mainly because he was worried that someone in his family might have inexplicably aged a few years, so Milo canceled his evening self-study session last night.

As for why it was a bad day...

Milo arrived at the law enforcement office on time for an early shift, a rare occurrence, only to receive a series of bad news.

The first message came from Miskatonic.

C got into trouble.

While investigating a case of animal transformation in a small town in the east, he was attacked by an unknown creature. Although he survived thanks to the timely rescue by other investigators, he suffered multiple fractures and would be bedridden for at least a month or two.

Upon returning to the University of Michigan, he immediately sent a letter to Milo, recounting his experiences and his assessment of the case.

This is just the first piece of bad news.

The second piece of bad news is relatively more urgent.

When Milo learned the details of the case, even he himself felt something was amiss.

This is a case of multiple people going missing.

What disturbed Milo was that the missing persons were all students of Jodingham College, and they were the same kids who had been beaten up by Finn at the college gate yesterday evening.

As soon as Milo got the information, he turned around and went upstairs to Rebecca's office.

"Could it really be such a coincidence?"

He closed the office door and found that Rebecca also had a furrowed brow, holding the same case files as Milo.

"I've already sent Butch to lead a team to gather information."

Rebecca rubbed her temples and looked up at Milo:
"Their routes and times home after leaving school have been preliminarily determined. My question is, is this related to the missing persons cases you've been investigating?"

"Those unsolved cases that old Theon investigated before?" Milo shook his head: "I can't be sure yet. Those missing persons cases were never definitively classified, so it's too early to lump them together."

(End of this chapter)