Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 817 Petite Enid

“But Milo doesn’t know that.”

This time, Freya broke the silence first.

Emma wholeheartedly agreed: "Yes, he had no idea about it."

It's as if they've found another way to win.

...

"Yeah...that's right."

Rebecca had completely forgotten what the initial topic was; she only knew that the current conversation was very strange.

"so……?"

"That's a strange question. Did you go through all those life-and-death situations because you wanted to be a good boss?" Emma returned to her normal sitting posture.

“Uh…” Rebecca hesitated for a moment.

"Then how do you explain the severed hand you brought back from the world of lucidity? Don't think I don't know it's always hanging on your left back waist." Emma directly exposed Rebecca.

Before the other party could respond, she pressed on, "And his crowbar and revolver? What are you pretending to be so serious about? This isn't a law enforcement station."

"Hmm...but I don't know..."

Rebecca was completely stumped by the question.

This version of Emma seemed more difficult for her to deal with than the Emma she had expected, who was full of hatred and hostility.

"Don't know what? Don't know how to seduce him?"

Emma once again surprised everyone. She tilted her head slightly, pointed at Freya with the tip of her nose, and said to Rebecca, "Just ask her how to win him over in the shortest amount of time."

Freya was about to speak.

Emma warned in advance, "Don't mention dragon milk."

"Oh……"

Although Freya hadn't completely followed Emma's train of thought, she still obediently took a small notebook out of her pocket, placed it on the coffee table, and said very quietly:

"Then use this."

The small notebook was prominently labeled "Manual of Taming Humans".

...

……

As expected, the living room fell into dead silence once again.

...

It's clear that Freya is completely unreliable; after all, the differences in race and culture are undeniable.

Unable to tolerate the red-haired girl's melancholic and self-sacrificing pursuit, Emma had no choice but to personally teach her some methods.

She stood up, walked over to Rebecca, bent down, reached around her waist, and pulled out a pair of metal law enforcement handcuffs.

"He is the ruler, the shadow, the destroyer... whatever the title, it doesn't matter."

"But along this path, he never gave up his identity as a human being."

"So, in the end, those little quirks are actually not creative at all."

"Sometimes it's even cliché..."

Click...

Emma handcuffed her own hands and waved her immobile wrists in front of Rebecca.

"Understood?"

Even a strong woman like Emma, ​​with her hands cuffed, can easily evoke all sorts of fantasies.

……

Rebecca blinked.

She slowly moved her legs off the coffee table, put her hands in her pockets, leaned back slightly against the chair, and her face showed deep respect.

...

……

Rebecca then took out the key and helped Emma unlock her handcuffs.

He asked her, "So why?"

"Why what?" Emma retorted.

"Why are you telling me all this?" Rebecca removed the handcuffs and put them back on her waist. "He can belong to you alone."

Emma, ​​having freed her hands, lightly pinched Rebecca's chin, looking into her eyes at extremely close range.

"He's my brother, always will be, no one can change that. When you're ready, you'll have to call me 'sister,' understand?"

It was probably due to psychological pressure from those in power, or some other reason.

For a moment, Rebecca couldn't muster any thought of resistance, and even her sanity began to fluctuate.

Instead of feeling angry at being provoked or teased, they felt a strange sense of grievance.

If anyone else had gotten this close, Rebecca would have already pointed her gun at them.

"I……"

Just as Rebecca's eyes began to tremble slightly, she suddenly felt herself being pulled into a not-too-warm but very gentle embrace, and the mental pressure exerted on her instantly dissipated.

Her expression was one of astonishment, her body stiff, as if she were standing at attention during her first training session in the law enforcement system.

Emma gently ruffled Rebecca's scarlet hair with her hand.

"We've almost lost everything..."

"So please, do your best to stay by our side, okay?"

...

When Emma's face was out of sight, she suddenly became so gentle, or rather, so vulnerable.

Rebecca felt a lump in her throat, but she held it back and simply nodded silently.

...

“There will be many more people who want to kill him and crush this city in the future, far more than you can imagine… I like having you on our side.”

“Okay,” Rebecca finally replied to Emma.

She couldn't say even a single extra word, because she might break down in tears.

……

Then, Emma turned around and glanced at Freya.

"What I just said was also for you."

"Uh...actually." Freya stammered after hearing this.

It took him a long time to squeeze out this sentence:

"Actually, I... I have to leave after he wakes up... I have to find a place called Zhongbei Continent. I've strayed too far from that path now..."

"up to you."

Emma interrupted Freya.

After releasing Rebecca, she instantly returned to her original state, donning her icy demeanor once more, showing absolutely no interest in the so-called North Continent that Freya had mentioned.

...

It wasn't exactly an unpleasant ending.

But it certainly wasn't a happy ending for the whole family.

Freya sullenly watched Emma's retreating figure as she turned and went upstairs, saying nothing.

Rebecca, who was standing to the side, was not good at dealing with such strange things and didn't know what to say.

……

Just as the atmosphere became even more tense, Emma's voice suddenly came from upstairs:
"what are you doing here?"

...

Room on the second floor.

Three women stood in front of the door. Inside the room, Yan Zheng was carrying the unconscious Milo, with one of his feet on the open windowsill, as if he had come to "steal" her away.

"Uh... I was thinking that if you guys start fighting, this house definitely won't hold up, so I'm moving him to another safe place in advance."

This reason sounds completely unreliable, but that's precisely why it's Yan's true thought.

At this moment, Xiao Yan, who was keeping watch outside the window, poked his head in and asked, "Can you hurry up? Why are you dawdling like that..."

Upon seeing the three people blocking the door with their arms crossed, Xiao Yan fell silent and slowly pulled her head back inside.

Then the sound of people running for their lives could be heard from the eaves outside.

...

At this moment, Milo, who was being carried on Yan's shoulder, reached out and patted Yan's shoulder, saying:

"Put me down, I've actually been awake for a while."

"Then why are you still lying in bed pretending to be dead?" Yan said irritably, throwing Milo back onto the bed.

Milo calmly adjusted his collar and belt, saying, "I was just worried the three of them would start fighting."

……

"Oh, right."

To change the subject, Yan pulled a small, palm-sized doll from his waist and handed it to Emma.

"I've taken care of what you asked me to do. I searched the whole city, but there's no one named Enid here. I only found this one at Old Kent's house. Her name is Enid..."

“I have reason to suspect that you just slept in a pleasure house for one night and then bought a random doll from the street to fool people.” Rebecca knew Yan well.

Yan immediately retorted, "Hey, dear Chief Enforcer, I brought Xiao Yan with me!"

"He wasn't lying."

Emma looked at the cute little girl doll in her hand with a strange expression.

...

……

Five minutes later, a group of people gathered around the doll in the center of the dining table on the first floor, elbows propped on the table, studying it intently.

This is a doll that is not very well made and has a retro style. You can see that it does have some characteristics that are unique to Enid, such as light brown hair, an unruly smile that has no aristocratic air at all, and two canine teeth that can be seen when it smiles.

Milo reached out to lift the doll's skirt to take a look.

when!
A short blade was stuck straight into the table, only two centimeters away from his fingers.

Milo calmly withdrew his hand, shrugged, and said to Rebecca, "It's just a doll, not a real person..."

...

In fact, anyone with even a little bit of spiritual vision could sense that there was indeed some strange aura inside the doll, but it was very vague, like a... well, that might not be the most accurate description, but it was definitely like a sleeping baby. If everyone kept quiet and restrained, they could even hear some faint breathing sounds from the sleeping baby.

"Is this the will that the Three Ladies of Sorrow want to kill? Why is it a rag doll?" Milo said, utterly puzzled.

"Yeah, why is that?" Xiao Yan, who knew nothing, chimed in, trying to make her presence felt.

No one noticed when she squeezed in.

"Who is this red-skinned roast duck?" Emma asked first.

"Xiao Yan, her name is Xiao Yan," Yan introduced.

"Is this what you call true love?" Emma glanced at Yan.

Yan nodded repeatedly, put his arm around Xiao Yan's shoulder and said to Emma, ​​"You don't understand, to me there is light in her eyes."

“I can vouch for that; she really does.” Milo nodded as well.

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(End of this chapter)