Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 861 The Doll's Diary
"1839/**/** (I can't remember the exact time anymore, even today)"

"I feel like I had a very, very long dream."

In my dream, I graduated smoothly, passed the law enforcement exam, and coincidentally became Milo's subordinate after joining the law enforcement team.

A year ago, I would never have imagined this. How could that guy who was always drunk and vomiting on the steps become my boss?

But that's not the strangest thing.

The strangest thing is that I, my family and friends, Emma, ​​Milo, and everyone in Nanwei City have turned into some kind of... well, flesh and blood people, you know... how should I put it, they're species with very long limbs, very tall, and their bodies can generate heat on their own, like Rebecca, whose skin feels so smooth, hehehehe...

Everyone, including me, has clearly defined facial features, and each of us has five different fingers on our hands. What else... I can't quite remember...

But this doesn't make sense. Why would I have such a dream?

We're just a bunch of short, chubby rag dolls, aren't we?

There shouldn't be any fingers on the hands.

We don't even move; each of us just lies quietly in our own corner, playing our own role, until the fabric we wear ages and falls apart. That's our life.

Is not it?
I remember it very clearly. Rag doll Enid, which is me, was at the third table on the left in the lobby on the first floor of the South City Law Enforcement Office. I was holding a pen and writing in my diary... Uh, right, how could I hold a pen and write without fingers? Anyway, never mind that, I said it is!

then…

Then that dirty rag doll Rick will always hide in the basement and never come out; I've almost forgotten what he looks like.

Rebecca was hanging on the railing on the third floor of the atrium. Actually, the correct posture should have been standing upstairs with her hands on the railing, supervising us as we worked. But since she was a doll, she was less than 20 centimeters tall, so she was hanging on the railing... Hmm? Looking at it this way, it seems more reasonable for her to be in the form of a long-armed and long-legged creature from the dream, right?
Strange, why would I have such a thought?

Dolls are cute when they're short and small.

Everyone just stayed in their own positions, except for me. Only I could occasionally sneak a glance at the chief of staff upstairs.

I don't know when I started being able to move my body a little.

If only my dear Chief Inspector Rebecca were wearing a skirt, I could see her from the first floor...

...

I hope no one has noticed my lewd behavior.

I don't think so.

Karen, Baylor, and Jimmy were all busy with their own things, and no one noticed my actions.

That said, there's this guy in the station named Butch who gets yelled at every day, but I don't think I've ever seen him. I guess he's probably in the interrogation room.

...

……

My daily routine consists of slacking off and writing in my diary, writing and writing, and then sneaking peeks at Rebecca's super long legs (five centimeters long) occasionally, and sometimes cursing that damn Butch with my colleagues.

Since I can only turn my head and not move my body, I can only see what's happening in the law enforcement hall. I'm pretty sure Milo isn't in my field of vision. He's most likely in the criminal investigation team's office upstairs. My colleagues say that office has a lot of evil energy. I don't understand what evil energy is, and I don't understand how these guys who can't even move their necks know about this.

...

Then one day, I suddenly noticed something sliding past the row of windows above the main entrance of the law enforcement hall.

It's that feeling of something moving fast briefly blocking the sunlight from those windows.

For a moment, I felt a little panicked, because it felt like someone was spying on us through the window. The window was quite high, so the person spying on us must have been very tall...

Even so, I mustered up my courage and went outside to find out what was going on.

Yes, I can start walking again.

Of course, I initially rolled off the chair, after all, I'm a rag doll that's only 20 centimeters long.

...

There was nothing outside the law enforcement hall; I was just overthinking it.

The sunlight outside wasn't too harsh. This seemed to be my first time basking in the sun, yet it felt strangely familiar, warm and comforting.

Then I noticed that all my colleagues were able to move around, and they were naturally busy with their tasks. No one seemed as strange as I did.

Outside the law enforcement office, passersby were trying to avoid the puddles in the low-lying areas. The guy in the carriage was the funniest; he was hanging in mid-air, holding onto the reins with one hand and the carriage railing with the other.

...

Now that I can move around, I've decided to go see little Emma.

I was planning to buy a book as a gift when I passed by the bookstore, but the owner said he couldn't reach the books on the shelf and told me to get them myself. I realized I couldn't reach them either, so I had to give up.

Sigh, small steps mean slow walking; even climbing a step with legs only five centimeters long is a struggle.

I walked for about an hour, but I don't really know how long it took because the watch on my wrist is made of fabric and its hands don't move.

When I finally arrived at the 11th parish, I realized I had gone to the wrong place.

The Valrocan family moved away a long time ago. Something happened to the old row of small houses in the 11th parish; a large section of them collapsed. Construction workers are working on the dangerous building. I saw dozens of workers trying to move a broken pillar. It looks like they won't be able to finish the task before dark.

Ugh, how could I even get the address wrong? What's going on in my head...?

……

Finally, I arrived at my new home in Valrocan before dark. The steps here are really high; I had to stand on tiptoe to touch the edge of the steps. The building design is not humane at all.

However, an accident happened again.

Gunshots rang out not far away, yes, right on the street in front of the Valrocan house.

As a law enforcement officer, it was my duty to rush to the scene as quickly as possible.

My colleagues at the scene told me that they had cornered a group of members of the 'Cologne Church' on this street. The other side was armed with a considerable number of firearms and was putting up a stubborn resistance.

I've read the information about the Coronzon Church. It's a cult that makes money by selling hallucinogenic drugs. I don't know when they started infiltrating Nanwei City. Because of their vile behavior, even their counterparts in Yaden Village look down on them.

...

The gunfire at the scene was not particularly intense.

For a plush toy, carrying a revolver weighing over two pounds is no easy feat; as for the even heavier rifles, forget about it...

But the advantage is also obvious: any brick on the side of the road can be used as cover in a gunfight.

The cultists of the Cologne Church have probably made a lot of money from hallucinogenic drugs recently, and they have all kinds of cold and hot weapons and equipment, and their firepower once surpassed that of the law enforcement team.

So I joined the battle.

...

The street battle was extremely fierce, and all the members of the Coronzon Church were killed.

We also lost several colleagues.

The cotton wadding from their gunshot wounds sprayed all over my face, and I think I'll be having nightmares like that for the next few days...

Fortunately, the medical team arrived very quickly.

The doctors brought a whole box of cotton and some needles and thread. While comforting the wounded, they stuffed cotton into their bodies and then quickly stitched up the wounds.

The 'bloody' scene caused many passersby to faint.

...

Later, I collapsed from exhaustion and didn't get to visit Valrocan's house. When I woke up again, it was the third day, and I was lying in the hospital.

The doctor said that I fainted because I was soaked in too much water on the road, and that I would be considered recovered once I was completely dry.

But I did not choose to continue hospitalization because my colleagues told me that today was the funeral day of the colleague who sacrificed his life in those few seconds.

I rushed to the cemetery of law enforcement officers on the outskirts of the city. In a way, they took the bullets for me, and I had to be there no matter what.

……

At the cemetery, I met De La Shaw of the church. He was probably the tallest of us all, a full twenty-five centimeters tall.

Dillah Shaw is now a professional funeral director, wearing an extremely long robe and standing on the steps reciting eulogies for the deceased.

I'm not sure if I'm seeing things, but the golden tree totem on that guy's body looks like it's painted backwards...

Everyone was immersed in grief and indignation at the loss of their colleague, and I dared not say anything out of turn.

...

After the funeral, everyone took turns expressing their condolences to the deceased's family, and then left in silence.

I started walking back.

Losing a colleague is indeed a terrible feeling, a very terrible feeling. De La Shaw said that their souls would be guided to the eternal golden kingdom, to become its citizens, and no longer need to suffer the hardships of the mortal world. May this be the destiny of all good people.

...

The weather was terrible on the day of the funeral; it was overcast and drizzling.

I started having that strange feeling again, like someone was secretly watching me from above, and it was a terrible feeling.

Perhaps it was still a lingering effect from when I fainted that day; I didn't think much of it.

But I soon realized I had gone the wrong way. After leaving the cemetery for law enforcement officers, I not only did not find my way back to the city, but I also inexplicably wandered into a suburban cemetery.

...

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and my head was getting more and more painful.

Later, I fainted somewhere.

I don't know how much time passed before I woke up, and then I saw a scene that I couldn't accept.

I saw the rag doll Mylod and the rag doll Emma.

Milo lay on a grave in the suburban cemetery, while Emma sat on him, rocking back and forth.

I also saw some cotton fly out...

...

I think I'm probably going crazy.

(End of this chapter)