Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 386 A Half-Acquaintance
Although Finn's rule-breaking act of breaking matches resulted in him being punished by standing at the classroom door, regardless of whether his unconventional behavior was right or wrong, it at least inspired Milo to return to his roots.

Fractals, something that exists in the wildly calculating concepts of mathematicians, can even lead to the development of non-integer dimensions.

The theory that a simple unit can be infinitely multiplied and self-repeated to eventually construct an infinitely complex universe is found in the calculations of mathematicians.

So theoretically speaking, as long as you have the initial conditions for fractals, that is, as long as you have that match that can be broken infinitely, you have infinite possibilities.

For example, it can be transformed into the appearance of various creatures, including the clothes they wear, the weapons they use, and so on.

This is different from biological evolution; it is another form of replication.

……

This was the first time Milo had encountered something so bizarre.

Nowadays, some texts containing third-order magic can no longer cause him any physical discomfort, meaning they don't affect his sanity value in the slightest. But who would have thought that one day he would be so excited by a primary school math problem?

Where can I go to reason with this?

At this point, Milo couldn't help but wonder if the Scarlet Witch had the ability to foresee the future.

Otherwise, how would she have known that I would find Imnar's rule principles in Finn's textbook?
……

"What’s wrong with you?"

Emma looked at Milo, who seemed distracted, and asked him with a hint of concern.

“That’s a great topic, isn’t it?” Milo said, pointing to the matchbox on the table.

"Are you interested?" Emma twirled the pencil in her hand and spread her slender fingers, indicating, "How about you take charge of Finn's homework from now on?"

"I suddenly remembered I have something to do. You all should get some rest."

Milo gently patted Emma's head, then got up and slipped out of the house.

……

This was the first time Milo had spontaneously triggered some metaphysical theoretical thinking without the aid of any evil tomes, and he had to maintain this state.

To describe his feelings at this moment in a more surreal way, it was as if something was slipping through his mind, and he couldn't let it just slip away; he had to grasp it as much as possible.

...

Finding a quiet place in Nanwei City at night isn't actually that difficult. As long as the weather is the same as usual, there aren't many entertainment options on the streets. If you avoid the central parish where the opera house and pleasure house are located, the other parishes are basically shrouded in fog after nightfall. Nobody likes the damp and chilly feeling of being covered in dew. At times like these, hiding under the covers or sitting in front of the oven is the right choice.

Milo was as far away from the central parish as possible.

However, celebrities and all sorts of people flock to the central area after dinner at this time.

Among these people was a young man with gray hair.

Although it was his shift, he didn't show up on his assigned street. Instead, he spent 20 runes to buy a white coat in an alley.

Wearing a white coat, Yan smiled and stood naturally on the curb in front of the opera house.

Just then, a nobleman opened the car door and stepped out.

As one of the few car owners in Nanwei City, the man casually tossed his car keys to the opera house staff under the envious gazes of onlookers, then casually took his female companion's arm around her slender waist and stepped onto the opera house steps.

Yan, who was mistaken for a parking attendant, naturally took the car keys, gave a less-than-perfect gentlemanly bow to the departing man, then opened the car door, got into the driver's seat, started the car, and drove away. The whole process was smooth and effortless.

……

However, to Yan's slight disappointment, the expected feeling of high-speed driving did not materialize after the car started. On the contrary, the noise was particularly prominent, especially when the car was driven on some sections of Nanwei City with poor road conditions. Yan felt that the entire car was on the verge of falling apart.

It was Yan's first time handling something like this, and due to improper driving, the car skidded on the riverside street, almost plunging headfirst into the canal.

He probably didn't expect that driving this defective industrial vehicle would be almost entirely devoid of any enjoyment. The best experience was actually the moment he got out of the car in front of the opera house and felt the focus of everyone's attention, nothing more.

"Damn, this is so boring."

Yan gripped the steering wheel with one hand, and even though he had no driving experience, he still needed to free up one hand to smoke.

He was trying to figure out where he was on the street.

It was his first time speeding, and in a daze, he had driven the car far from the city center, because Yan had been driving in a straight line almost the entire time.

The streets here aren't even lit up at night.

He searched for a way back to the city center, thinking that he should also experience the feeling of being the center of attention, otherwise he would be missing out big time. But Yan would definitely not go to the opera house, that kind of pretentious place, again. He preferred another elegant place - the pleasure house.

Hmm, just imagine all the girls in the pleasure house looking at you with admiration.

"hey-hey……"……

Bang! ! !
A loud bang snapped Yan out of his fantasy and back to reality.

It seemed as if something fell from the sky and hit the car's hood directly. The terrifying vertical impact, combined with the vehicle's lateral inertia, caused the entire car to crash headfirst onto the street, with the rear half flying high and rolling face-first into the ground!
bang——

The object that had been falling from above like a meteorite actually bounced off the vehicle the instant it overturned and landed on the sidewalk.

Judging from the figure, it appears to be a male human.

……

"Damn it! My car!"

boom!
If any normal person were sitting in the driver's seat, after such a violent collision, they would certainly be half-dead even if they didn't die on the spot. But after the car door was kicked open, Yan, who crawled out of the twisted car body, still had the strength to curse and swear, and he didn't seem to have any serious injuries.

After getting out of the car aggressively, Yan finally realized what was happening:

"Well, it doesn't seem to be my car either, so it's fine."

I took a few steps back, trying to get as far away as possible from the clattering, broken machine.

Then, Yan noticed the attacker standing by the roadside.

This man was an anomaly, because in the foggy night, he was dressed in a gray-white robe, almost blending into the environment. It was quite reasonable and logical for him to be hit by a car.

In the entire city of Nanwei, there is only one type of person who spends all day idly wandering around in a long robe.

The official in charge of the Golden Rule.

……

With his back to the wreckage of the car, Yan squinted and sized up the church official standing a few meters away on the sidewalk. By the light from the burning car engine, he seemed to recognize who the person in front of him was.

He grinned slightly:
"You look familiar."

The other person slowly rolled up the loose sleeves of his robe, revealing a golden tree totem on his forearm. His gaze calmly fixed on Yan, he slowly spoke:

"You look somewhat familiar."

Beneath the skin of his bare arm, an eerie golden light flickered, as if something scorching hot was about to burst forth from every vein and pore.

……

Judging from the expressions on their faces, it was clear that they did not realize that the other person was someone they were somewhat acquainted with before this "traffic accident" occurred.

The two sides, now locked in a standoff in the darkness, did indeed have some encounters that weren't particularly memorable.

Because they had a mutual friend—Milo Valrocan.

On one side is Yan, and on the other side, naturally, is Dirac.

...

"I thought law enforcement officers would react this quickly. It's impossible that after I stole a car, the people from the church would be the ones causing me trouble."

Yan muttered to himself, noticing the strange energy surging in Dirasha's arms, but his expression remained unchanged, even showing a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

A strange black smoke swirled between his palms and fingers. This smoke was so faint that it would be unnoticed by ordinary people without careful observation, and it was precisely this elusive nature that made it all the more threatening.

For some reason, even though it was Dillah who initiated the attack, when the two sides were locked in a standoff, Dillah's momentum was clearly at a disadvantage.

Yan, on the other hand, remained calm and composed throughout. The black smoke in his palm had slid down his skin to his shoulders, neck, and other parts, finally swirling between his eyebrows. His aura was completely different from the Yan of the past.

……

“I really don’t understand why the Eye of Thought didn’t tell Milo about your existence.” Dirac slowly clenched his fist.

In his view, the one who truly cursed Daisy was Yan, and the black smoke had already explained everything.

"Hmm, I didn't understand what you were saying at all."

Yan raised an eyebrow, indicating that he had not followed Dillah's train of thought.

However, when he heard the name "Milo," his eyes suddenly sharpened, and he tilted his head, coldly staring at Dillah Shaw.
"What? Are you planning to tattle on me?"

The black smoke that had been swirling around him like silk suddenly began to boil rhythmically, trembling violently like pure black flames.

(End of this chapter)