Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 465 The pleasure lies in
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It will be dawn in an hour and a half.

At this time, some strange figures appeared in the wasteland on the outskirts of the city.

They are the young of those black goats.

They swept through the city and went straight to this area.

Above the wasteland, besides the howling wind, one could faintly hear the sounds of human activity—people walking in the shadows chanting some obscure and distorted songs.

Every syllable and every word in that ballad had no connection to the written language of that era.

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"Buzz!!!!"

A brand-new car sped along the uneven, muddy road in the fields, crunching over weeds, making a clanging and rattling sound all the way.

The two people sitting in the car should be the two with the highest life sequence in Nanwei City.

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"You know we can run much faster than this piece of junk, right?"

Sitting in the passenger seat, Milo watched Yan frantically swerving the steering wheel and asked seriously.

"I know, but don't you think it's awesome?" Yan's face was full of excitement, he was practically beaming, giving the impression that he might rip the steering wheel off at any moment.

"Where's the pleasure?"

"The fun part is... eh?"

Yan hadn't had a chance to answer Milo's question yet.

The speeding car's left front wheel ran over a protruding rock on the road.

The result was that the huge forward momentum was reversed by the rock, and the vehicle's trajectory changed from straight driving to rapid rolling!
Bang! !

The car was flipped over.

Then the car rolled wildly across the field, its shattered body parts and glass fragments flying everywhere.

After rolling forward for several dozen meters, the friction between it and the ground finally completely dissipated its forward momentum.

Finally, it kowtowed heavily on the riverbank before sinking to the bottom of the canal with its tattered frame.

Its parts and fragments were scattered all over the road behind it.

The only thing that was still moving was the tire that had detached from the vehicle, bouncing around in place...

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However, the driver and the front passenger had already left the vehicle involved in the accident.

Milo and Yan stood on the hillside, watching the wretched car slowly sink into the canal.

"Looks like Mr. Trundle will have to walk to work tomorrow," Yan muttered to himself, leisurely taking out a cigarette and lighting it.

"I hope he won't come to the Chengnan law enforcement office to report the case."

Milo lightly patted the dust off his pants.

Although the car was totaled, it had served its purpose, as Milo and Yan were already very close to their destination.

To their left was a canal that meandered across them, while to their right lay the place where the Nanwei people lived after they died.

Yes, they had come to that familiar cemetery again.

But unlike the usual deathly silence, the cemetery was quite lively tonight.

All the black goat calves gathered together.

Looking out from the hillside where Milo and Yan were, one could see that the entire mountainside was covered with those massive, thick-bodied clumps, their dozens of ferocious tentacles twisting at the top as they strode heavily toward the graveyard.

The trees in the surrounding jungle are all low-growing, making the black goat calves stand out conspicuously.

Besides these 96 enormous creatures.

Many shadowy human figures followed in the shadows of the jungle.

Even though they hid themselves relatively perfectly, they could not escape Milo's notice.

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"Did you hear that?" Yan blew a puff of smoke into the cold wind of the wasteland.

"The sound of a baby crying?" Milo raised an eyebrow.

"Of course not, it's the song those people in the jungle down there are singing, something about a baby crying?" Yan turned to look at Milo with a puzzled expression. "I heard it." Milo shrugged. "What's your take on it?"

"No, it's just a whimpering sound like a mosquito, it makes me really want to..." Yan shook his head, put a cigarette in his mouth, and turned away to urinate.

After a series of loud commotions.

Yan shivered twice, then turned to Milo while unzipping his pants and asked:
"So what do you plan to do with these goats? They all came to the outskirts of the city in the middle of the night, they can't be here to exercise, can they?"

"Maybe it really is."

Milo kept his eyes narrowed as he stared at the enormous figures on the plain.

At this moment, most of the black goat calves had gathered in the vast open space between the cemetery and the canal.

What happened next made Yan so angry that he wanted to gouge his own eyes out and wash them clean.

On the open field, the black goat calves piled up on each other, in twos and threes, or even more. They first wrapped their bodies tightly around each other with the tentacles on their heads, rubbing their rough skin against each other, and then began to open their huge mouths and make some strange noises.

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"Uh... if I'm not mistaken, they are..." Yan's lips twitched twice.

“It’s exactly what you’re thinking.” Milo nodded.

"Damn it, I didn't come here in the middle of the night to see this kind of thing!"

Yan gagged.

However, Milo remained very calm.

Instead of taking any action, he found a relatively clean rock on the hillside, sat down, and calmly watched the eye-watering "social event" in the distance.

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Whether it was the white-clad young bishop in the cathedral or Daisy, who was the vessel of the Eye of Thinking, they both gave a similar explanation—the true purpose of the Monsis School was to incite war.

But even now, Milo has not discovered any signs of war.

He still believes that everything that happened in the city and suburbs tonight is part of some kind of special ritual, and that the substances in the air that arouse sexual desire do not seem to have an effect on humans only.

The signal, or rather the will, released by this eye-searing performance on the outskirts of the city is a kind of almost distorted desire for reproduction, childbirth, and procreation.

This is actually inextricably linked to the divine status of the Outer God, Sabu Nicholas, because the existence of this deity represents all reproduction and gestation in the universe, and can even be summarized as the birth of life.

But what does all this have to do with the war?
Doesn't war represent death and chaos?
This is clearly in contrast to the order symbolized by Sabu Nicholas.

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If when Grasso's body was first discovered, Milo's mind was filled only with thoughts of settling scores and punishing the perpetrators, then after emerging from the unseen land beneath the church, he began to ponder more about what the dark inhabitants of Nanwei City were plotting.

The will of the Golden Tree from the Dream Realm used the deaths of sixteen knights to inform Milo of the importance of the Eye of Thinking.

The Eye of Thinking tells Milo that the Monsis School is plotting to plunder three things from the Church, and the Eye of Thinking itself is one of those three things.

But even now, Milo still doesn't understand what these guys are up to.

After the passage of time, to what extent has the ideology of the Monsis school become distorted...?

If they were truly just a group of mad scholars, they would pose no threat to Milo or the Church, nor would they alarm the temple forces in the Dream Realm to send knights to retrieve the Eye of Thinking.

However, the Golden Tree's final attitude was very ambiguous. In Milo's view, its behavior was not simply an expression of goodwill. Behind its peace, there was a hidden fear, which Milo just did not accurately detect.

There are two possibilities.

First, the Golden Tree fears the covenant made by the gods in the dream world. This is a relatively logical explanation, because any interference with the conscious world could be seen as plotting against something unknown beneath the earth, which would incur the gods' punishment.

The second possibility is quite absurd: that there exists something in the conscious world that even the Golden Tree fears.

Although it's outrageous, it's not entirely impossible.

Because its true form was once annihilated in the world of consciousness...

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Just as Milo was lost in thought.

Yan nudged him with his elbow and pointed in the direction of the cemetery, asking:
"Do you think I saw it wrong?"

"What did you misread?" Milo asked, puzzled.

He followed Yan's gaze and looked over there.

At the edge of his vision lay the cemetery of the poor people of Nanwei.

A figure stood high up in the cemetery.

The figure of an old man.

(End of this chapter)