Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 437 is a fart.

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This should be the most powerful lineup ever seen in Nanwei City fighting against evil forces.

About fifteen months ago, in this vast city, no one except Milo would interfere with the mysterious events that occurred at night, and the law enforcement team could do nothing when faced with these strange occurrences.

But it's different now.

For the time being, Monquia's hunter organization is on the same side as Milo. In addition, there is the seven-person group that roams every corner of the city, and we can even include Yan, who is not very reliable in normal times but always reliable in critical moments. In any case, the power of Night Demon should not be underestimated.

Moreover, the church no longer adopts the subservient attitude towards all mysterious superiors; or rather, the church leader, De La Chaux, has chosen a more assertive and radical approach.

Investigators from Miskatonic University are also closely monitoring the situation.

It's not hard to foresee that one day in the future, the city's order will gradually return to normal from its chaotic state.

right?

Right?
Not there~
……

"It's bullshit."

The next day. At the opera house.

The ruins left by Imnar remain as they were.

Law enforcement officers moved about, continuing their unfinished investigation. The shadowy battle had left many inexplicable clues in the opera house, such as fragments of clothing belonging to missing persons, yet the individuals themselves could not be found, not even their body parts...

The morning sunlight shone through the broken dome of the theater.

Below, in the audience stands, there is a deep, sunken crater, the spot where Imnar was ultimately banished by Milo using the power of the ancient god Pagon.

At that moment, Milo was squatting on the edge of the large pit.

……

Behind him stood the hunter Monquia, who had been standing silently behind Milo with his arms crossed for quite some time.

The scene before us is somewhat eerie.

The not-too-strong sunlight shone down through the opening in the dome, falling on Milo's head. His entire face was shrouded in the shadow of his hair, making it impossible to see his complexion.

The law enforcement officers working on the theater stage and in the corridors all recognized Milo, so they paid no attention to Monquia, the stranger following behind Milo.

It's unclear how long this eerie silence lasted.

In the end, it was Monqueya who spoke first.

He took out a metal kerosene lighter, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, exhaled the smoke through his mouth and nose, and then asked:
"Give me some response, but a normal response would be best."

Milo took a deep breath, glanced back at Monquia, and said without any obvious emotional fluctuation in his tone, "What? You're here to keep an eye on me, afraid I'll lose control?"

“From a rational perspective, if you lose control of your emotions, you are indeed more destructive than any of the Apostles of Calamity in this city.” Monquia nodded honestly.

"I'll take that as a compliment, okay?"

Milo shrugged.

He remained seated on a protruding rock amidst the shattered ruins, glancing up at the figures of the law enforcement officers within the dilapidated opera house.

A self-deprecating smile suddenly appeared on his face.

Monqueya was indeed there to keep an eye on him.

He was afraid that Milo might do something outrageous.

But in fact, during the twenty minutes or so of silence that followed, Milo had been reflecting. He was puzzled as to why he hadn't experienced even the slightest negative emotion.

Oh no, it's not entirely nonexistent.

He felt a sense of unease, or perhaps anger, at being offended.

But that's all.

There were no other particularly special feelings.

But it shouldn't be like this...

He was thinking about this very seriously. He was thinking that when faced with the mutilated remains of an acquaintance, his reaction should not just be that he felt offended.
This is definitely not normal.

He even recalled many details of his year-long interactions with Grasso, but what he couldn't understand was...

Milo didn't dig out even a trace of sadness, or even the slightest sense of guilt.

Instead, the anger stemming from being offended was growing stronger.

It's like getting stepped on by a stranger on the street, and then getting angrier and angrier the more you think about it when you get home...

But that can't compare to the tragic scene before my eyes.

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In the dilapidated opera house.

Dozens of law enforcement officers from the four major law enforcement agencies searched for evidence in the ruins.

But right in everyone's sight, in the collapsed and sunken pit in the center of the audience seats, lay a corpse that had been evenly cut into more than a dozen pieces.

The dismembered body was covered with a thick layer of blood plasma.

Blood plasma that has not yet completely dried.

Meanwhile, the surrounding law enforcement officers all went about their work with normal expressions.

None of them saw the horrifying scene inside the pit.

Even as the first rays of morning sunlight pierced through the dome and shone upon the gruesome remains, the law enforcement officers did not react.

They really can't see it.

Because the owner of those body parts soaked in blood plasma was Grasso.

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The scene before us is incredibly eerie and oppressive.

Monquia had been waiting for a long time, and he had a feeling that Milo was on the verge of exploding. But after a moment of silence, he only heard Milo turn around and say these words:

“You know, I once made a similar joke with her, saying that people of her race would probably die and no one would find them. I never thought it would actually become a reality.”

Blood is the most direct clue for victims in other cases; that glaring crimson is the thing that can most easily stimulate people's deepest fears. But for Grasso, blood became the reason why her death was ignored.

There were so many people present.

Only Milo and Monquia, who are clairvoyants, could see her terrible condition.

For others, perhaps only after the blood has completely dried in the sunlight will they discover that a dead body, broken into more than a dozen pieces, lies right next to them...

Monquea bypassed Milo and headed straight for the depths of the pit.

The law enforcement officer in the distance noticed his movements and loudly warned, "Sir, the structure over there has collapsed, and there's a reservoir underneath. You'd better be careful."

However, Monquia ignored the well-intentioned warning from the law enforcement officer in the distance. He stopped when he was about four or five meters away from the dismembered body, and turned back to ask Milo:

Would you mind if I came closer to take a look?

"Look, look."

Milo sat there, resting his chin on his hand.

Monquia continued forward, staring at the body parts arranged in a bizarre shape on the ground, then looked up at the beams of sunlight shining down from the dome.

He reached out and placed his hand in the center of the beam of light, gently waving it to alter the trajectory of the dust particles floating in the air.

A short while later, he turned and left.

As he passed Milo, Monquia spoke up to remind him:

"This is a sacrificial ritual. The person who performed the ritual is most likely a descendant of a race that worships swamp culture, possibly a recently emerged clan. However, there are still traces of strange spiritual vision in the air here. You should know that the girl who died is special, not only because of her special identity, but also because of her special relationship with you. It is obvious that this was aimed at you."

Milo shrugged: "Is this the result you came up with from your personal professional perspective?"

"You want to hear your personal opinion?" Monquia looked calmly at Milo.

Milo nodded: "Go ahead and tell me."

“I think your reaction is very abnormal,” Monquia replied coldly.

"I think so."

Milo shook his head, stood up, and patted the dust off his trench coat.

After saying that, he fell silent and walked straight out of the opera house.

……

Milo never approached Grasso's body.

He didn't know what kind of mentality this stemmed from; perhaps it was an unwillingness to face her miserable state, or perhaps it was for some other reason.

But gradually, he began to lose sight of the true source of his inner unease.

It's probably because of what Monqueya said.

Milo's anger did not stem from Grasso's tragic death, but from his own indifference after witnessing the death of someone he knew.

...

As for Monquia's analysis, it meant nothing to Milo.

He knew what had caused Grasso's death and was well aware of her talent.

The only beings capable of finding and harming an invisible person in the darkness are other visionaries in this world.

Perhaps because the first psychic he encountered was not as ruthless as the rumors suggested, Milo had not actually experienced firsthand the cruelty of the so-called survival rules of psychics.

But he knows now.

This cruelty does not only exist between psychics.

Grasso's death has proven one thing: even a way for a visionary to announce their arrival can be so cruel and bloody.

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Milo left the city without expression.

He hadn't yet figured out why he didn't have the "normal" reaction that Monquia had described, but only a feeling of annoyance that "someone broke my things." Whether it was indifference caused by the difference in social class or some other reason, Milo hated this feeling.

He disliked this indifference; he even found it disgusting.

But before he could fully understand the underlying reasons, he had to do what he needed to do first.

……

...

After Milo left the opera house.

After confirming that Milo was alright, Monquia also left.

As he descended the steps outside the opera house, he brushed past a scarlet-haired female chief of staff.

The other person seemed to sense something, stopped and turned around to look at Monquia's back, but Monquia did not stop.

The two sides did not interact at all.

The female chief of staff then entered the opera house.

Monqueya, on the other hand, went to the other side of the street and stared at the direction of the opera house for a long time with a complicated look in his eyes.

Until the female law enforcement officer's astonished and furious shouts came from the opera house doors—

"Why is no one taking care of these corpses?! Are you all blind?!"

……

Monqueya nodded, turned and disappeared into the crowd on the street.

(End of this chapter)