Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 440 What about us?
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In the chief of staff's office.

Rebecca sat at her desk, calmly watching Milo walk into the office and close the door behind her.

She didn't look too good, but overall she remained calm.

Now, Rebecca no longer wears a mask all the time when she's in the law enforcement office, perhaps because she's come to terms with the scar on her face that extends all the way to her neck.

In fact, in Milo's eyes, Rebecca seemed to be missing something if she didn't have that long, thin scar.

Her face has never been associated with the word "refined." Unlike Enid or Emma, ​​Rebecca is the type with sharp features and an aura that surpasses her physical appearance. Years of living a life of constant danger have given her a fierce and wild look, but this wildness is not entirely aggressive; rather, it contains a degree of restraint.

No wonder Enid was turned gay by her.

She never even tried to change her mind; she became gay after meeting Rebecca.

...

For almost everyone who knows Rebecca, they have never seen this tough female law enforcement chief show even a moment of weakness. Like the bow and blade at her waist, she always presents the side of the blade and the edge of the sword to outsiders.

But Milo knew that there was no such thing as an invulnerable soul in this world. Dark creatures were not, nor were the Old Ones, nor even the powerful Old Gods and Outer Gods. Moreover, she was just an ordinary human.

Therefore, the deaths of people as important to her as Karl and Nero had a profound and heavy impact on her.

Add to that the kinds of experiences that are enough to terrify or drive ordinary people crazy.

The worshippers of Ikham, the hybrids, and the arrival of Geraqi.

In fact, Milo himself couldn't guarantee that Rebecca wouldn't one day go completely insane, just as old Theon had said, and eventually sink into the quagmire of the law enforcement team.

Milo had seen the look of terror on Rebecca's face when they were in a cave in the Icam Mountains.

But in the end, they managed to get out safely.

This shows that Rebecca does have some unique strengths. After all, on the first day she met Milo, she put on a great show of fighting a zombie in front of him. In some ways, she is indeed a ruthless person.

However, as he gained a deeper understanding of vision and sanity, and as more and more knowledge from ancient texts entered his mind, Milo realized how fragile the human soul truly is.

In the vast city of Gelid, with a population of hundreds of thousands, only one Nero and one Morgot emerged over several centuries.

In Milo's view, the rarity of such a powerful will is comparable to that of a visionary.

Even with such resolute souls, they were still so small and powerless before the rulers and the Outer Gods, and could not escape the shadow of death.

Therefore, Milo never intended to bring Rebecca into the world as she perceived it, even though she herself had explicitly made such a request.

But to Milo's surprise...

Right under his nose, Rebecca had quietly evolved from an ordinary human into a visionary.

Looking back now, it was indeed Milo's oversight.

Previously, he was only slightly surprised by Rebecca's strong sanity, but he forgot that once a human soul's sanity successfully withstands a series of tests, its spiritual vision will begin to rise.

In short, there is no possibility of standing still; you either decline or advance.

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“In situations like yours, it’s always good to quickly consume some energy.”

Milo strolled over to Rebecca's desk, picked up the leftover cookies from the box, and popped a bite into his mouth.

Rebecca shook her head: "I don't have low blood sugar."

Mylor pulled up a chair and sat down opposite Rebecca, crunching on a biscuit as she said, "I didn't say you had low blood sugar. Your condition can be called sanity fluctuation, similar to having just gone through a brainstorming session. Replenishing your energy will definitely help."

"SAN value?" Rebecca was taken aback.

She quickly realized that Milo was starting to teach her something.

She immediately perked up.

But Milo pushed the cookie box towards her: "Eat first."

Rebecca quickly grabbed three or four cookies and stuffed them into her mouth, chewing them hastily a couple of times before swallowing them. Then she grabbed the water bottle next to her and gulped down several large mouthfuls, forcing all the cookies down her throat. She then frowned slightly.

"It's damp and doesn't taste good at all."

“But it’s still edible.” Milo picked up the last half of the cookie:

"Look, this cookie is like you. Sanity is the standard used to measure whether it is still edible. If it is just damp, it will not prevent it from providing us with energy, but if it is moldy, eating it will cause poisoning and diarrhea. Although it is not a very appropriate analogy, that is roughly the idea."

Rebecca seemed thoughtful.

She began, "The corpse in the basement..."

“I know, that’s not important.” Milo shook his head, interrupting Rebecca. “What I’m telling you is that once your sanity has withstood a series of blows, your spiritual vision will begin to grow. Once your spiritual vision reaches a certain level, you’ll no longer be just a damp cookie.”

He popped the cookie into his mouth:

"You'll become something more advanced than a cookie. While everyone else is still a cookie, you'll be something like smoked ribs, synthetic resin, or magical leaves. Ugh, what am I even talking about... Anyway, that's the gist of it. You'll become different from everyone else, understand?"

It has to be said that Rebecca's brain must be as powerful as her glutes; she managed to understand about 70-80% of Milo's extremely abstract explanation.

She nodded seriously:

"So I can see corpses that others can't, is that right?"

Milo slammed his hand on the table: "Oh right, and it's not just that. You'll see even more things that others can't understand. Those things might make you lose your mind and turn you back into a moldy cookie, or they might make you grow up and become..." "Can you please stop using that cookie analogy?" Rebecca looked into Milo's eyes.

“Alright.” Milo shrugged. “For now, that’s about all you need to know. You’ll soon have a clearer understanding of what SAN value and psychic vision are. Your current identity has a professional name: psychic visioner.”

"A psychic?"

"Yes, a visionary."

"Are you also... a psychic?" Rebecca asked tentatively.

Milo nodded readily: "It was over a year ago."

"Does that mean we're now in the same industry?" Rebecca continued to ask.

“I suppose so.” Milo thought for a moment, then said, “You must remember what I’m about to say. This is the most crucial and important information. Remember, the law of survival among Spirit Visors is mutual predation. The moment two complete strangers become aware of each other’s existence, the life-or-death situation is already predetermined. So your life from now on will be more exciting and more dangerous than before, understand?”

Rebecca paused for a moment, then frowned and asked, "Then... what about us...?"

Milo narrowed his eyes: "You're not thinking of killing me right now, are you?"

“That’s exactly what I wanted to ask.” Rebecca licked her slightly chapped lips.

“Uh…no, we’re different. Not all Spirit Visors have to kill each other. It’s just that in 99% of cases they become mortal enemies. We’re a special case. If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn’t even need to waste my breath on this nonsense.” Milo waved his hand.

"So why do the Visionaries have to fight to the death?" Rebecca asked, puzzled.

Milo reached out and poked Rebecca's forehead: "Because spiritual vision can be stolen, after I kill you, the spiritual vision that grows in your brain will belong to me."

"Spiritual vision... what can it do?"

Rebecca's question stumped Milo for a moment.

He suddenly realized that even at his level, he couldn't give a comprehensive summary of vision in a single sentence.

After thinking it over, he replied:

"It can prevent some cruel things from happening to the people you care about."

After thinking about it more carefully, Milo added:
"But it will also show you things that are even more brutal."

Rebecca fell silent for a moment.

She didn't show much obvious emotion on her face.

But Milo saw in her eyes the figures of Karl, Nero, and others who had already departed…

……

Just as the atmosphere in the office became slightly quiet, a small, light black ball suddenly jumped in through the window.

It had a broken bell hanging around its neck, which Rebecca had previously kept on her desk.

It was Marshall.

Milo was stunned for a second; he hadn't expected this guy to return from the Dreamland so quickly.

After exchanging a glance, Marshall calmly leaned against the windowsill.

……

Rebecca then went over and lifted Marshall off the windowsill.

"How many times have I told you, you little rascal, not to keep climbing on the outer wall, it's dangerous."

As she muttered to herself, she placed Marshall in the cardboard box in the corner and rubbed its head: "Stay here, my sweet baby."

Marshall stretched and looked up, letting out a soft "meow~~".

……

Milo nodded.

He stood up and said to Rebecca, "I have to go out for a bit and may be back later. Don't wander around. Stay at the law enforcement office and wait for me. I'll take you somewhere then. There are a lot of things that are hard for me to explain with just words, so... Anyway, just wait for me to come back."

“Okay… Hey, didn’t you send Butch and the others to the Dulles’ house? Did something happen there?” Rebecca suddenly asked.

"Never mind, just wait for me to come back here."

Milo didn't bother to explain further; he got up and walked towards the office door.

Before leaving, he gave Marshall a wink in the corner, and the latter followed Milo furtively out of the office.

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In the aisle.

"You're something else, you even clipped it up, huh?" Milo teased Marshall.

Knowing Marshall's old, husky voice, he simply couldn't stand the babyish meowing.

Marshall strolled leisurely ahead of Milo, calmly replying, "I didn't want to either, but she called me 'baby.'"

(End of this chapter)