Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 390 Got it wrong

On the atrium stairs, Milo carried Marshall by the scruff of his neck, walking briskly all the way.

He was shouting loudly:

"The thing I've never understood is why it took Rick there. I just can't figure it out. It's obvious that Rick was bewitched by Imnar because of magic."

"But it doesn't matter. The Scarlet Witch warned me not to try to understand Imnar's mind, and even said that I myself am a member of the chaos that disrupts order, which in itself speaks volumes."

“That’s exactly what Imnar would say.”

"But she is not entirely Imnal, because the concept of fractals can be found in Finn's homework, which was foreshadowed by the Scarlet Witch."

No wonder I couldn't find her yesterday.

"Damn it, I've really been made a fool of."

"The game had already started the moment Imnar learned his real name. It's so embarrassing that it took me so long to realize I was disconnected."

"The letter that was already delivered to me was delivered again. Such a basic mistake is clearly not something a skilled imitator like it would make. It is a mistake made by the rules, by the power it has just regained, or rather, by someone else in the fractal world!"

"Heh, I've caught you red-handed!"

……

Milo kept shouting.

This drew astonished looks from the numerous law enforcement officers in the lobby office area on the first floor.

Marshall, the cat held in Milo's hands, had been trying to "shush" Milo the whole way, but Milo just couldn't shut up.

"It's nothing."

However, Milo paid no attention to the stares of his colleagues, grabbed Marshall and walked straight through the office area down to the basement.

In the morgue, he told Marshall his general ideas.

……

"what?!"

Marshall's roar shook the entire morgue, making all the equipment tremble violently!

"I would rather die than eat your filthy, disgusting human testicles! Don't even think about it! You must be insane! Someone help! There's a psychic here who's going to abuse a cat!!!"

"Hey no, listen to me, he has all the kitchen utensils and ingredients here. Look, butter, rosemary, onions and carrots, he has them all. And I can make it however you want it cooked."

Milo busily carried a large pile of pots and pans out of the cabinet in the dissection room.

"You're insulting us Usagi cats! You rebellious human!!!" Marshall had lost count of how many times it had bristled today. Looking at Milo's posture, it seemed that he was really going to prepare a protein-rich meal for it.

"Oh, you can even eat a living corpse, so what difference does it make if it's a dead one?"

Milo picked up Rick's frying pan, glanced at the grease stains, and exclaimed, "What a gourmet! He never washes his pans."

"Disgusting! Disgusting! I won't eat! I won't eat! I won't eat! I won't eat!"

Marshall had already started gagging.

But Milo continued preparing the kitchen utensils with practiced ease, chattering away as he went:
“Look, Rick has already connected with Imnar’s thoughts. Now, it’s possible that only you and I are left in this realm with a clear mind. So you are my only hope. The only way to turn the tables in this situation is to connect you with Rick’s will in the same way, to let you hear his thoughts, because his thoughts are Imnar’s thoughts. Before it notices, there’s no time to lose!”

"Now I understand why the creator of this spell didn't design it so that the caster could eavesdrop themselves. Who knows what disgusting things the targets of the eavesdropping are doing in their spare time!"

Marshall wanted to escape.

But as soon as it darted out, Milo pulled it back.

In terms of pure power and speed, it is impossible for it to compete with Milo.

As it turns out, when a monster of Dominator level wants to harm a kitten, the kitten is completely powerless to resist, even if its homeland is Usa.

"Let's discuss it, can we try a different approach?"

Marshall was devastated.

"Or I'll sing to Rebecca in bed while she's sleeping! I'll scare her to death!"

“Then I’ll be promoted to Chief Enforcer without any hesitation,” Milo replied.

“You can’t do this!” Marshall roared.

Milo grabbed Marshall, holding it with both hands, and said solemnly:
“Listen, your analysis before was absolutely correct. No matter what is in this city that is attracting the Great Old Ones and the Outer Gods, Imnar is about to get what it wants. We don’t know what the consequences will be, but it will definitely be more painful and desperate than eating a medium-rare egg! Believe me, this time I will definitely find an opportunity to counter it!”

This is probably the most sincere thing Milo has ever said.

Even Marshall was taken aback for a moment, stunned for a few seconds.

But it quickly reverted to its death-like behavior, yelling:
"Ah!!! I don't care, I don't care! Don't think you can win me over with those looks! I'm a cat! Not some lustful human female! It won't work! Eating my testicles? No way!"

"Depend on!"

Milo cursed.

"We almost succeeded."

……

Despite his persistent pleading and gentle persuasion, Marshall ultimately refused Milo's proposal.

It turns out that charisma only works on those of the same species, proving quite ineffective across species. However, this isn't entirely accurate; after all, Grasso and Milo aren't actually the same species…

The good news is that Marshall only refused the part about eating eggs; he still approved of the overall plan.

And so, late at night.

At a performance of the opera "La Sonnambula" that had already been staged once, Milo brought Marshall to the Garnier Opera House to relive this poignant and moving opera.

This is another mistake in fractals.

It seems that Imnar did not completely imitate all of this very well, because for some peculiar reason, the concept of time became confused, causing some things that had already appeared to appear repeatedly.

"This is good news, indicating that its plan has not yet been fully implemented."

Milo sat in the luxurious VIP section of the opera house, a special seat in the rear gallery. Because the opera house was so large, the seats were so far from the stage that the theater had even installed long-tube telescopes there...

While Milo was muttering absentmindedly, Marshall, sitting on the armrest of the sofa, stretched out his hind legs, barely reaching the telescope. He put his two front paws on the telescope, pressed his head against the back of the lens, and watched the actors' passionate performance on stage, tears streaming down his face.

"Wow...she's so heartbroken. She was dumped by her fiancé because of sleepwalking. That guy was such an idiot, he even announced in front of his fiancée that he was going to marry another woman! What kind of logic is that?! If he wasn't going to marry her, he shouldn't have, why did he have to marry someone else?! Waaaaaah..."

Milo's expression was the same as when he last saw Rick sitting in the audience crying: speechless, annoyed, and a little confused.

He rolled his eyes and shook his head:
Are all Usa cats this sentimental?

"Mind your own business!" Marshall snapped again.

"I don't care, I don't care..."

Milo dipped his finger in the red wine in his glass and drew a series of runes and totems on the armrest of the sofa where Marshall was standing.

Then all you have to do is wait.

Wait patiently for the spell to take effect.

……

...

The beautiful and melodious music of the opera singers performing "La Sonnambula" filled the air above the vast opera house.

The melodious and moving voice pierced through the clouds and reached deep into the earth.

Beneath the layers of architecture lies a dark corner filled with countless whispered voices, a corner that should be part of the real world.

This is a magnificent opera house, designed by the young architect Carter Garnier.

Everything here is in the same place where Milo and Marshall are right now.

The difference is that there is no melodious opera here, no dazzling lights, and not a trace of life.

Beyond the glass windows of the opera house's dome lies endless darkness.

The stage was empty, while the backstage ensemble was neatly arranged with pianos and various long and short orchestral instruments.

The audience was equally silent.

Only a few faint kerosene lamps were lit sporadically in the long corridor at the back.

The faint sound of chains dragging on the ground could be heard in the air, and the silhouettes of some ferocious beasts could be seen moving in the shadows below.

The scene before him was exactly the same as what Rick had seen when he burst into the opera house in the pouring rain.

Or, to be more precise, he has never left this opera house.

The piano music he heard, the wild beasts he encountered—everything he thought was an illusion after he suddenly realized it was actually real.

When he found himself hanging from the opera house chandelier, seeing the astonished looks from the audience below and the security personnel chasing after him, it all felt like an illusion.

To put it bluntly, what he thought was "waking up" was actually the real "entering a dream".

……

Today, countless people, like Rick, are "living" in a different way. Their world may be different from that of Milo and Marshall because Imnar's fractal world is still in the process of continuous accumulation and addition.

Imnar was no longer merely imitating and replacing a single organism. After acquiring its true name and the initial power of the rules, it began to create something even greater: the entire city of Nanwei.

In this bleak and real world, there is not only the missing Rick, but also Marty, Marty's classmates...

There was even Kang...

Emma is there…

There is Finn.

……

At that moment, a blurry figure slowly emerged in front of Rick, who was in a state of chaos.

It looked at Rick's complex soul with complicated eyes.

But it wasn't the animal that spoke; it was Rick. His voice was low and his eyes remained closed throughout.

"No, this isn't the person I'm looking for..."

(End of this chapter)