Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 421 I won’t tell you
The church as a whole gave Milo a feeling of wanting to say something but holding back.

But Milo wasn't going to waste his time on them.

He had learned roughly from Imnar the origins of the Golden Rule and the history of the so-called Contract Organization, which carried and excavated things from the previous civilization.

That was an era truly buried by the gods.

The church's reverence and fear of the gods are also inherited from that broken era.

To put it bluntly, they were trying to peek into the entire superior system through the knowledge and clues left over from the previous era. This perspective was narrow, which led them to maintain an absolutely humble attitude towards everything unknown.

As the church proverb says, "Our vision is not broad enough, for we fear the blood of the old gods."

Milo didn't know what these scholars had dug out from deep within the earth's crust, and he was too lazy to argue with these outdated dogmas and ideas. However, the ruthlessness of someone like Dillah, who chose to rise up in resistance at a critical moment, was quite different from the other members of the church.

Killing Imnar's fractal in the city of Nanwei, the Imitator, can be considered an act of apostasy in some respects.

After all, just like when Milo fed Geraki a bomb, anyone who angered those in power could be classified as a traitorous sinner in the eyes of the Church.

Interestingly, despite committing a sinful act in accordance with his own conscience, Dillah received the Golden Rule's approval, and the power he unleashed in the world of imitators was clearly much stronger than ever before.

This problem can only be left to the church and the covenant organization to solve internally.

Whether they have been misunderstanding the doctrine of the Golden Rule all along, or whether the Golden Rule itself contains multiple different meanings, is none of Milo's concern.

……

...

On the way back to the city.

Enid slept soundly the whole way.

Milo couldn't understand why such a cute girl could drool so uncontrollably while sleeping; it was like a dam had burst, and there was no way to stop it.

But it's good that Enid is asleep.

It was difficult to explain clearly to her what Milo and Yan Lu were discussing.

...

This was probably the most serious conversation the two of them had ever had.

The conversation barely touched on words like "leaves" or "N-children," and Yan unusually refrained from making any lewd jokes.

Milo glanced at the other person:
"Now I know what you've been busy with lately."

Yan frowned, lit a cigarette, and asked, "Does that mean you're going to arrest me?"

Milo shrugged: "Well, at least there has to be some kind of crime."

"Isn't the style of law enforcement officers always pretty arbitrary? They just come up with charges on a whim," Yan muttered.

"You seem to have a lot of opinions, huh?" Milo chuckled.

He found it somewhat tiring to carry Enid all the way back to the city, so he simply hoisted her onto his shoulder, which freed up one hand to move freely.

"Just a little bit." Yan exhaled a puff of smoke into the air.

After exchanging a few casual words, the two fell into a brief silence.

Not long after, Milo spoke again and asked:
"Can you control that thing?"

"You mean this?" Yan turned his hand and pulled out a shiny black spherical multifaceted crystal from his pocket, which was covered with some dark red stripes.

Yan made no attempt to hide anything; the gesture of raising his hand was no different from offering a cigarette.

The gist is that even if Milo took this thing from him right now, he wouldn't have any objections.

However, Milo only glanced at the crystal in Yan's hand that emitted a deep, dark light, and then waved his hand dismissively: "You know, I've never been good at jewelry, but your taste this time is really lacking."

Yan raised an eyebrow. Since Milo wasn't interested, he put the crystal back in his pocket, took a drag of his cigarette, and said:

"Well, it's because you don't like it."

"Just don't go too far," Milo said, pursing his lips.

"Oh, right, there's one more thing." Yan seemed to suddenly remember something and said to Milo, "I killed the female ghost of the Cainhurst family. Does that constitute murder?"

"You mean those twin vampire siblings?" Milo calmly countered. "Didn't they already set off to return to their lair a long time ago?"

Milo knew perfectly well what Yan had done in the Imitation World, so much so that he found Yan's confession of everything rather comical. Milo had never had any affection for the vampires; as fellow shadow creatures, vampires were far more inferior and vile than ghouls in his eyes. Since they were never good people to begin with, killing them was no big deal; was he supposed to award Yan a "Good Citizen" award?

“That makes sense,” Yan shrugged.

Milo patted Enid's bottom on his shoulder to make sure she was still fast asleep before continuing to instruct Yan:
"Remember to take care of Klaus too. If you think it's too much trouble, let Dillash do it. That kid is a bit of a psychopath and loves doing this kind of dirty work."

"Understood, understood." Yan made an OK gesture.

He then exclaimed, "Is this the dark, unspeakable practice within the law enforcement system? I might have nightmares about it later."

But Milo shook his head and said:

"It won't be that bad. Trust me, in the future you'll only remember the warm and beautiful moments. In psychology, this is called... what's it called again?"

“Rose-colored memories.” Yan added without hesitation, “Speaking of which, every time I recall my childhood, what comes to mind are the figures of the older sisters and young aunties next door. It doesn’t seem very warm and beautiful, and it’s even a bit bland and tasteless.”

Milo shook his head and emphasized, "Emotional attachment, emotional attachment, do you understand? Not all beautiful memories have to be associated with anything sour."

"Are you questioning my relationship with the girls at the pleasure house?" Yan shook his head as well.

“You decide, Rain Man.” Milo waved his hand, indicating that he didn’t want to continue this shitty topic.

"Alright, alright, I'm in charge, I'm in charge." Yan continued smoking.

……

The two remained silent for a while longer. Just as they were about to enter the Nanwei city area, Milo suddenly said to Yan, "It's a bit sentimental, but I still have to say thank you on her behalf."

He pointed to Enid, who was carrying him on his shoulder.

Yan waved his hand and muttered, "Forget it, she definitely won't remember anything after she wakes up. Let's just pretend that nothing happened since no one remembers it. Besides, it's too formal for a father and son to say thank you."

Milo was already adept at dealing with Yan's verbal attacks: "That's true, my dear son."

Yan could only curse inwardly:
"Depend on."

……

After entering the city, Yan eagerly accepted the orders to supervise the city's defenses and went to perform his duties.

After all, with such a huge mess, there aren't many people like Milo who hold a high position but do absolutely nothing.

...

The office of the Criminal Investigation Division of the Chengnan Law Enforcement Office.

Milo tossed Enid onto the office bench and grabbed a blanket to drape over her.

To be honest, he was a little puzzled. After all, everyone in Nanwei City woke up the next day, and even the wronged souls who had died in their sleep returned. Only Enid slept until noon and showed no sign of waking up.

Even after Milo went home to confirm that Emma and the others were safe and sound before returning to the law enforcement office, Enid was still fast asleep on her desk.

He leaned forward and pinched Enid's cheeks a couple of times. Enid did react a little, but she just closed her eyes and pried Milo's hand away.

Enid didn't wake up until that afternoon, when Milo was sitting on the windowsill staring blankly at the bustling procession of men in black robes on the street.

This was a day commemorating the end of the Great Plague, and the streets were filled with people draped in black shrouds.

Milo turned around and looked at Enid's night clothes, which could easily incite crime, and sighed, "If you don't wake up soon, I'll have to find a shroud to wrap you up."

Huh? Have I been asleep for a long time?

Enid was in a state similar to Milo when he had just woken up in the opera house; her eyes were completely vacant.

She sat there at her desk, staring blankly at the ceiling. After questioning her existence for about three to five minutes, she slowly came to her senses, stretched, and groaned:
"I had a really, really long dream... It made me so tired, my whole body aches..."

Milo remained seated on the windowsill, swinging his legs. When Enid mentioned having a dream, he seemed thoughtful but only casually asked, "Did you dream about stealing food? I saw you drooling the whole time."

“No, that’s not true!” Enid raised an eyebrow, then quickly grabbed a blanket and wiped the sticky residue off her chin and neck.

"So what did you dream about?" Milo asked, resting his chin on his hand and looking out the window.

Enid frowned, trying hard to remember.

"I dreamt about..."

"Don't tell you."

(End of this chapter)