Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 494 A Magical Metaphor

And the coin just broke like that.

"Uh……"

Milo's hand froze in mid-air.

Seeing this, Rebecca could only finish the sentence she hadn't said:

"He said this coin can increase your luck the next time you enter the abyss, or something like that. He said you'll need it sooner or later. Well, the way to use it is to crush the coin."

Just then, the Wendigo, which had been hanging in the corner of the ceiling, was attracted by the golden light emitted when the rusty coin shattered. It used its claws to hook onto the ceiling and climbed onto the central chandelier, craning its neck to see what Milo was holding.

This candlestick chandelier must have been hanging there before the building was converted into a law enforcement office. It's probably older than Milo and Rebecca combined. It can hold a few candles, but asking it to hold an old candle is asking too much.

So the chandelier broke.

Covered in rust and dust, it came crashing down on Milo's head.

He naturally caught the chandelier with one hand.

At that moment, Marshall gave a rather unfriendly "meow!" in their direction.

Wendigo leaped back onto the ceiling in a flash.

...

Milo placed the chandelier on the floor beside him, shook his head, and asked Rebecca:
"What did you just say that coin could be used for?"

"Increase...luck?" Rebecca hesitated slightly when answering this question.

“Uh, never mind.” Milo glanced at the rusty candlestick.

Whatever Crow's intentions were in giving him that coin, it was now broken.

They even said they'd go into the abyss next time. Who wants to go into the abyss? What decent person would want to go into the abyss for no reason?

...

"Do you know where he ended up?" Milo asked Rebecca.

“The hunters started moving as soon as you fainted. Around the same time, Enid also inexplicably collapsed. The hunters clashed with the believers and their families present. It was chaotic, and I don’t know which direction they all fled in the end… To be honest, I really couldn’t have looked after you two sleeping soundly by myself. It’s all thanks to the others.” Rebecca raised the hand wearing the banished brass ring and then pointed to Yan, who was still convulsing on the ground: “And your brother.”

“Yes, although he’s not very reliable most of the time, he’s still very crucial in critical moments.” Milo nodded.

Rebecca looked at Yan on the floor with a complicated expression: "He lay down after helping to carry you back to the city. Is he really okay in this state? Wouldn't it be safer to take him to the hospital?"

“There shouldn’t be any problem, I think.” Milo glanced at Yan, then said with even greater certainty, “He won’t die. Theoretically speaking, his life is no longer governed by the natural rules of life and death.”

"That's good." Rebecca nodded, temporarily removing the blood-stained weapons from her waist and placing them on the table.

Noticing Milo's groping movements behind him, Rebecca pointed to two weapons lying in the corner: the crowbar and the scythe that originally belonged to Monquia: "Your things are over there."

"That guy didn't take the scythe back?" Milo spread the blade open and found that the notch that Wendigo had bitten off in the abyss was still there. His expression became a little strange.

“You mean those hunters? They chased after the guy who called himself Crow and left without even looking back. You have no idea how excited they were after you passed out…” Rebecca shook her head. After taking off her blood-stained trench coat, the dried bloodstains on Rebecca’s vest and shirt were clearly visible.

Sometimes, a woman's beauty doesn't necessarily have to be tied to graceful and delicate elements. Just look at Rebecca's powerful, cheetah-like physique wrapped in a men's suit, and you'll understand why. The more mud and blood stains her body, the more captivating her sharp, razor-like aura becomes.

Just as Milo said, the scar on her face was never a flaw for Rebecca.

And then she ripped off her tie with one hand...

All I can say is that Milo completely understands Enid.

Although Milo had seen similar scenes many times since the Robben case, through the town of Ickham and the subsequent series of events, he never tired of watching it. The woman's unpretentious yet incredibly piercing aura was simply irresistible.

Rebecca's senses had become much sharper after becoming a Visionary, and she quickly noticed Milo's gaze.

Even without enhanced senses, one could still notice, because Milo made no attempt to conceal himself; he was essentially staring at her blatantly.

After taking off her trench coat and loosening her tie, she calmly asked Milo:
"Shall I continue?"

"Really?" Milo raised an eyebrow.

"What do you think?" Rebecca's sarcasm was now quite obvious.

Milo could only shrug:

"Okay, I just wanted to check how badly you were hurt. If there's nothing else, I'll head out now. I'll leave Yan at the Criminal Investigation Department's office. Remember to tell Rick, or if you have time, check on him occasionally. Don't let him die and rot without anyone knowing. I have some trouble to deal with here."

Rebecca simply nodded. As Milo hoisted Yan onto his back and called to Marty and the other "little animals" to head out the door, she had already removed the armbands from her arms and begun to unbutton her vest and shirt, saying:

"This blood on me isn't my own... Okay, I need to change into some cleaner clothes. Please remember to close the door behind you when you leave."

"Okay." Milo waved his hand with his back to Rebecca and left the office.

...

After closing the door, Milo carried Yan toward the criminal investigation team's office.

As soon as they entered the corridor, Eric's shadow appeared on the wall, one of the seven, and he quickly gestured towards Milo—

"Don't listen to that woman's nonsense. Go to the scene and pick up any of the corpses of your clan to take a look, and you'll know how much those people wanted to kill you. Before your good brother could react, she was the one taking the blows for you. I swear I've never seen such a fierce woman in my life. She looked even more ferocious than a mother bear protecting her cubs."

"Could we use a more appropriate analogy next time?" Milo asked, gesturing towards Eric's shadow on the wall.

But Eric kept nagging: "No, you have to believe me, either you two are definitely related by blood, or you owe her a lot of money. Otherwise, she has no reason to risk her life to protect you like that. There are only these two possibilities..."

However, before he could finish his gesture, his shadow began to blur.

Clearly, Rebecca in the office had taken the brass ring off her hand, presumably knowing that Eric was "talking nonsense" to Milo in the hallway.

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(End of this chapter)