Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 426 Shura
Milo woke up at the South City Law Enforcement Office.

Standing in that familiar, messy office, the first thing he did upon opening his eyes was not whether he had returned to the real world or was still in that strange, abyssal consciousness illusion.

He subconsciously touched the fingers of his left hand, and then sighed.

The wedding ring on his ring finger indicates that he is still in that illusory world.

Then, Milo found that his head was wrapped in bandages, and the back of his head was throbbing with pain. When he touched it, he could smell blood, which must have been from when he fell and hit his head while he was unconscious on the street.

What Milo couldn't accept was that the pain from the wound felt far too real.

And everything in the room was so familiar to him: the old desks and chairs, the dusty documents piled on the desks, the flattened cigarette butts on the floor, and the lingering musty smell of the old building. This was the criminal investigation office of the Chengnan Law Enforcement Bureau. There was nothing wrong with it.

Everything around seemed to be conveying the same message to Milo: this is the real world, and what exists in your mind is an illusion.

……

Perhaps, if Milo's will had been just a little weaker, he might have quickly lost himself in it.

But no matter what, he was still recognized as a Shadow-level creature. Even though he had temporarily lost the series of abilities granted to him by his spiritual vision, his will remained firm.

"So how should I wake up?"

Milo rubbed his face with his hands.

He endured the throbbing pain in his head and got up to walk a few steps around the office.

The documents on the desk regarding the street shooting incident indicate that the perpetrator, Yan, violently resisted arrest during a manhunt by the criminal investigation team and was ultimately shot dead on the spot.

"..."

In this illusion, the criminal investigation team seemed to have plenty of manpower, because they had dug up all of Yan's information in just a few hours, including his several hiding places in the city and suburbs as a homeless man, and even found out that he had committed several murders against women in the city a few years ago under the name "The Ripper".

Milo shook his head.

He didn't examine the information closely; no matter how flawless the details of this world were, he didn't need to delve into them.

Milo firmly believed that there was something wrong with his mind. Everything that appeared here originated from his own consciousness. Once he tried to find flaws in these things, he would be caught in a kind of internal struggle, which would be endless and fruitless.

……

Soon, someone knocked on Milo's office door.

Before Milo could respond, the man pushed open the office door and poked his head in.

In his memory, there was only one person who liked to do this action.

...

It's Enid.

But what puzzled Milo was that the cat that sneaked in wasn't the Enid in her enforcer form, but rather...

She was dressed very elegantly, and the heavy mink coat made her face look even smaller. Even in the dimly lit office, the jewelry on her snow-white neck and wrists shone brightly.

Enid dressed like this was a look Milo had never seen before.

With just one glance, Milo knew that this was a noblewoman version of Enid, and one who was five or eight years more mature than the Enid he remembered.

After entering, Enid skillfully used the heel of her high heel to push the door shut, then locked it behind her back. Looking at Milo sitting in the chair, she wore her signature playful smile, but this time it had a touch more allure than usual.

She casually tossed her small handbag onto the desk beside her, then took off her heavy coat and walked straight toward Milo.

Before Milo could even speak, he straddled his knees and sat on his lap, hooking his arms around his neck and teasingly leaning close to him with a grin:

"I rushed to see you the moment I got the news. How was it? Wasn't I much more obedient than that clueless old woman at home?"

Not understanding of romance?

Milo raised an eyebrow slightly, thinking to himself: You should see what the real Emma is like.

He looked at Enid's delicate face, her alluring red lips so close to his own, and the thin, form-fitting dress she was wearing after she took off her coat. If he wasn't mistaken, this looked like...

"Why did you come wearing a nightgown?"

Milo glanced down at Enid's legs, taut in black beneath her skirt, and thought to himself: Is this the Enid I've been hoping for in my heart?

Enid suddenly frowned and pouted, "Did you fall and go crazy? When have I ever seen you dressed like this? What? Tired of it?"

So this is how it always is...

Milo suddenly realized.

every time.

It seems that their sisterhood has finally come to an end.

But this plot sounds so melodramatic.

...

Enid linked arms with Milo, buried her face completely in his neck, and hugged him tightly. After a long silence, she finally spoke:

"When they told me that someone had died in the shooting, I was so scared it was you..."

"It's not that easy to die, really..."

Mylora gave a long, dismissive reply.

But the next second he realized that his hands were already on Enid's waist and back, gently stroking and comforting her.

He also sensed that Enid, who was leaning against him, wasn't behaving herself; she was gently biting the skin on Milo's neck with her little fangs.

In addition to the slight stinging sensation from the friction of the teeth, there was also a tingling sensation on the skin from the moist and soft tip of the tongue.

Such a wondrous feeling, especially coming from a woman so familiar to him yet not his true self—the sensation of oscillating between reality and illusion was simply indescribable. For a fleeting moment, a perfectly plausible wicked thought arose in Milo's mind: if this were an illusion, then it wouldn't really matter, right?

Whether out of conscious will or habit, Milo's hand began to slide down Enid's waist.

But the next second, another very strange feeling immediately appeared in his mind.

A sense of guilt.

He felt guilty towards his first wife, Emma.

This left Milo feeling confused, but even more astonished.

Logically speaking, someone who knows all of this is an illusion shouldn't be experiencing these emotions.

So, Milo woke up instantly.

Wait a moment.

Stop.

Damn, I almost got trapped!

……

Milo shoved Enid aside and stood up abruptly.

He had a feeling that if things continued like this, he would soon become like Milo here.

We must stop.

Enid stumbled and almost lost her balance. She looked at the panicked Milo, her face flushed with confusion, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Just then, there was another knock on the office door.

Then came Officer Butch's voice: "Boss? Are you awake?"

"Get the hell out of here, you damn Butch!" Milo cursed at the door almost reflexively.

However, Butch, standing outside the door, said in a low voice, looking very uneasy, "Oh, yes... it's your wife, she's here."

When these words reached them, it wasn't Milo who was anxious.

Just a second ago, Enid was racking her brains to arouse Milo's desire, but now she was like a cat that had stolen some cream, frantically pacing around the room in her high heels.

She picked up her mink coat and began rummaging through drawers and cabinets, trying to find a hiding place.

I finally chose the space under the desk.

But less than half a second after crawling inside, she discovered that the place was full of loopholes and quickly climbed out. As a result, her stockings got caught on a bare nail on the corner of the table, almost causing her to stumble.

Her face was pale as she urged Milo to help in a low voice while stamping her feet anxiously.

She finally managed to free herself from the corner of the table by tearing her stockings, and then paced frantically around the office.

Seeing Milo standing calmly to the side watching the show, she was furious and muttered under her breath:
"What are you standing there for! Go out and stop your wife!"

Just then, Emma's voice came from the hallway outside the door.

She asked Butch about Milo's whereabouts, and Butch hesitated for a long time before saying that he didn't know too much, but he could help her look for him.

What do you mean you don't know either?

Emma's tone already carried a clear hint of impatience.

Inside the house, Enid was still searching for a hiding place.

Seeing her panicked and disoriented state, Milo pointed to the curtains hanging from the ceiling to the floor next to the windowsill.

Enid darted inside as if she'd found a lifeline.

……

At that moment, the sound of turning the doorknob could be heard from the door.

Milo, meanwhile, leisurely walked to the table closest to the door, picked up the delicate little handbag Enid had left behind, and returned it to the curtains.

Enid was startled when she pulled back the curtains. When she saw Milo, she glared at him fiercely, then grabbed the purse and threw it out the window. She quickly closed the curtains and shook them a few times to make them look more normal.

Inside the room, Milo looked at the office that had turned into a bizarre battleground, his face contorted with utter exasperation.

Could it be that this is the kind of life I subconsciously expect?

What a ridiculous and twisted plot!

Milo glanced at the wisp of black hair still hanging on the iron plate at the corner of the table, too lazy to bother with it.

He unlocked the door.

The moment the door was pushed open, Emma grabbed his head and pulled him close for a thorough examination.

Emma's anxiety slowly faded after confirming that Milo's injuries were not serious.

She looked intently into Milo's eyes and remained silent for a long time.

Finally, he suddenly leaned close to Milo's collar, sniffed it, and asked:
"She got here before me again?"

This time it was Milo's turn to be dumbfounded.

What?

So you mean you know everything?
(End of this chapter)