Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 389 Even Saints Make Mistakes
"What a pity, someone like you is destined to enter the Dream Realm."

Marshall licked his paws, lowered his old, smoky voice, and muttered to himself, "Sigh, the tribe's crisis isn't completely resolved yet, and now I'm injured. I was planning to trick you into doing this..."

"Who are you trying to scam?"

Milo's subconscious would only cause him to ignore the existence of ordinary life forms, but this cat in front of him was no ordinary cat. Milo heard every single word of its mutterings.

“Well, I mean, you still have your own troubles to deal with in this barren world. Perhaps after you resolve that shadow, I can take you to see the Dreamland.”

"Jump in on you?"

"Don't dwell on this!" Marshall bared his fangs.

“I apologize for being so abrupt. What I mean is, can’t you enter the Dream Realm at any time? Just like when you tore open space from there and jumped over here.” Milo waved his hand.

"If only it were that simple," Marshall sighed.

“Let’s talk about it later.” Milo shrugged. “Imnar is probably hiding somewhere causing trouble right now. Let’s talk about the Dream Realm mess later. Don’t forget that the reason there’s so much trouble here is because you tore open the rift connecting to the Dream Realm.”

“Imnal? What is that?” Marshall clearly didn’t understand what Milo was saying.

"Hey, that's a normal reaction."

Milo nodded.

When he mentioned the name "Imnal" on the Church Bridge, the imposter Marshall began to launch into a long self-introduction. Milo should have realized something was wrong by then, but he wasn't vigilant enough.

"It's that Shadow you mentioned, the Great Old One who transformed into my likeness and attacked you."

He explained to Marshall.

“Such a tongue-twisting name, I’ve never heard of it before.” Marshall shrugged.

"That's for sure."

Milo pursed his lips.

Even Imnar himself could forget his own name, so how could a cat like you possibly know it?

From another perspective, the Church's Eye of Thinking is indeed quite something; it was actually able to recognize Imnar's real name...

"It's strange, really. The rulers in the Dreamland would love to never see you again, but the rulers of this world are fighting tooth and nail to get close to you," Marshall muttered.

Milo squinted at it, then asked with a seemingly benevolent expression, "Why do you think that is?"

Marshall paused for a second, then turned his head away guiltily: "Oh dear, who blames everything on a kitten all day long? They have absolutely no sense of responsibility as human beings..."

Then it added, "Have you ever considered that it's not your problem, it's not my problem, it's the city's problem?"

"It's a real shame that someone with such talent for shifting blame isn't going to get a position in the city hall," Milo said sarcastically.

“I’m serious.” Marshall straightened his front legs and said to Milo, “You only became a Visionary in the last two years. Maybe those Old Ones didn’t start targeting Nanwei City after I tore open space. Maybe their claws had already reached here, but you weren’t qualified to notice them before you became a Visionary.”

Marshall's words enlightened Milo.

The documents left behind by Theon also confirm this. Regardless of other Great Old Ones like Glagi, the known missing persons cases can be traced back to five or six years ago, indicating that Imnar had already set his sights on Nanvi City back then.

That might not really have much to do with Marshall tearing open the passage. It just made the wills of another world notice this place, but in reality, the rulers living in this world had already gotten there first.

So what is it about Nanwei City that makes so many strange and wonderful people come here to check it out?

Not only the Great Old Ones, but even the will of Yog-Sothoth's caliber has descended upon this place...

……

"The only possibility I can think of is the church. So far, I have only entered their Star Clock Tower, but what is hidden in the area beyond the Star Clock Tower remains unknown."

Milo said thoughtfully.

But his thoughts were in turmoil, especially after he realized the connection between fractals and the power of rules that Imnar possessed, he found it even harder to calm down and think about these issues.

Too many mysteries and unanswered questions filled his mind.

It started with cases of human individuals turning into beasts, then moved on to Marty's disappearance, and later Rick's disappearance due to Imnar's scheme.

Imnal has always been leading Milo by the nose.

However, the Scarlet Witch's warning to Milo was not to try to understand the will of an Old One, as that would lead to confusion in one's own mind.

But how can we escape this quagmire if we don't try to understand its intentions?
……

"No, we need to regain some control."

Milo felt the pressure.

In fact, he would prefer to face beings with certain human flaws, like the will of Sothos, even if they descended with extreme power to confront Milo head-on, because that would turn it into a contest of strength, rather than the current situation of mutual affection.

Milo could sense that the "confrontation at the level of the Great Old Ones" that Imnar spoke of was not a pure contest of combat strength. This had already been evident in the Prayer Square. This ruler, who was adept at blending into human civilization under various false identities of imitators, did not have a strong desire for killing. It seemed to be more intoxicated by "control" than by slaughter.

"What initiative?"

Marshall sat up straight, his large ears perked up, waiting for Milo to reveal his plan.

But Milo suddenly shut his mouth, staring blankly at a letter on his desk. "Who invented this suspenseful tactic? It's disgusting." Marshall, who had been waiting for more information, started scratching his head.

However, Milo simply picked up the unopened envelope and examined it carefully.

He looked incredibly focused, even a little absent-minded, as if he hadn't heard Marshall's grumbling at all.

At first, Marshall kept complaining, but gradually, it realized the change in atmosphere and hid its two big ears behind it...

It was as if they had suddenly been startled by something.

It instinctively took a few steps back, staring at the silent Milo in front of it:
"You'll scare the children and kittens if you act like that."

However, Milo remained serious. He opened the envelope that was glued together, took out a piece of paper inside, glanced at it briefly, and his pupils instantly contracted.

Then he suddenly spoke:
"What's today's date?!"

His shout caused the fur on Marshall's back to stand up uncontrollably, transforming him into the shape of a small black lion.

Marshall leaped five meters away in a flash, and said angrily:

"Don't be so alarmed, do you know how stressful it is to be around a psychic of your level?"

"I asked you what day it is today?!" Milo repeated the question, his eyes wide.

Marshall was very unhappy after being scolded:

"March 31st! What the hell! Why are you so excited? It's not like my birthday is coming up soon!"

However, Milo completely ignored Marshall's reaction, and simply slapped his thigh:
"His mother's golden tree is in big trouble now."

"What exactly happened?"

Marshall licked the hair on his back with a sullen expression.

Milo unfolded the letter in his hand.

The above is handwriting from Investigator C of the University of Michigan. It mentions that he was attacked by an unknown creature while investigating a case of beastification in a small town in the east. He survived with the help of other investigators, but was seriously injured.

The text also includes some of his personal speculations and judgments regarding the beastification incident.

Milo held the brand-new letter, looking at Marshall with a strange expression, his tone low and sinister:
I received this letter a week ago.

"What do you mean?"

When Marshall heard this, the fur on the back of his head, which he had finally managed to lick straight, stood up again, even more fluffy than the first time...

Milo frowned, bent down, and opened his drawer.

He remembered very clearly that he received the letter not long after Investigator C's incident, the day after Finn beat up Marty and the others. He was absolutely certain that he had seen the letter, and that the date on the letter was not March 30th!
But when he opened the drawer, he found it empty; the letter he had received earlier seemed to have never existed.

Milo's eyes instantly turned cold and sharp.

His expression kept changing, sometimes looking very confused, and sometimes looking ferocious and terrifying.

This behavior caused Marshall to hide in a corner, not daring to say a word.

It could clearly hear Milo continuing to open the drawer, muttering something rapidly, like some kind of babbling, indistinct and incoherent.

"Fractals...in the simplest way, from the most primitive starting point...repeatedly...a single match...can create a world..."

"Piano Curve..."

“Mandela Collection…”

"The inevitability of the sacred..."

"The one who moves without moving..."

"So this is the true power of rules contained within Imnar's real name."

"I understand."

"The so-called confrontation at the level of dominance has already begun, but I was slow to realize it."

"But even the most sacred beings can make mistakes."

……

Marshall had no idea what Milo was talking about.

It stood at the door, staring intently at Milo. If Milo did anything crazy, it would run away immediately.

Fortunately, Milo eventually calmed down.

His ferocious expression gradually returned to normal as his thoughts calmed down.

He waved the letter from Investigator C in his hand, a strange smile playing on his lips, and said to Marshall:
"Actually, you've got it wrong. It's not about some so-called ruler-level soul ignoring those mediocre ones. The reason I ignore the existence of others is because they aren't real souls at all."

"Come with me, we have to make it work."

(End of this chapter)