What! Our family is actually the descendant of the evil god?.

Eros sighed softly. Thinking of Mr. Vadim, Eros couldn't help but think of the lonely old man who lost his son, grandson, and daughter-in-law in his later years.

If he remembered correctly, Mr. Vadim's home seemed to be nearby.

In that case, I'll go and take a look and see if there's anything I can help with.

Anyway, I am a policeman now, so I might as well fulfill my duties as a policeman.

Eros did what he thought, and started walking towards Mr. Vadim's house based on the impression in his memory.

Soon, he arrived in front of Mr. Vadim's yard. Looking at the open gate in front of him, Eros stuck his head and looked inside.

Just then, a middle-aged man in a black double-breasted suit walked out of the house behind the yard. When Erloston saw this man, he felt that he looked familiar.

After thinking carefully, Eros finally remembered who the middle-aged man in front of him was. He seemed to be the child of old lady Naomi's sister, old lady Annette.

Mr. Vadim's cousin, whom he had met before at Mr. Vadim's funeral.

When Eros saw the man in the yard, the man in the yard obviously saw him as well.

Then the man seemed to recognize him and hurried to Eros.

"Hello! Officer Doyle."

Hearing this greeting, Eros looked at the middle-aged man in front of him with some surprise:

"You seem to know me."

The middle-aged man said in a somewhat reserved tone: "I saw you at Vadim's funeral."

He had seen the inspector from afar, and he had also seen the handsome young man.

But this was the first time he had seen such a young and handsome inspector. He bet that the young inspector in front of him was the most handsome man he had seen in decades.

It was precisely because of this that he had a very deep impression of the man in front of him, so he could recognize him at a glance.

Eros said "oh" to show that he understood. Then he looked at the house in the yard and asked with some concern in his tone:

"How is old lady Naomi doing lately? She was transferred from her post and was just transferred back today."

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and then said with a somewhat sad expression:

"My aunt passed away a week ago. It was raining heavily at the time, so the funeral was just a simple arrangement."

Eros was stunned. A week ago, just a few days after he switched to the night shift?

He remembered that when he said goodbye to old lady Naomi for the last time, he injected a breath of vitality into her body.

Although that vitality could not immediately rejuvenate old lady Naomi, it could more or less repair her body functions and prolong her life.

How come it couldn’t even last a month?

Eros frowned and was about to ask what happened, but after seeing the sad look on the man in front of him, he swallowed the question and said:

"I'm sorry! I didn't know about this and it reminded you of bad things."

The middle-aged man sighed lightly, shook his head and said:

"It doesn't matter. This should be a good thing for my aunt."

"Vadim's death hurt her so much that she often had hallucinations, thinking that Vadim was not only still alive, but also had a virtuous wife and a naughty daughter."

"I consulted a psychiatrist, who said that this situation was caused by my aunt missing her child too much."

"Now my aunt no longer needs to worry about hallucinations. She has gone to the eternal kingdom of the Lord. Perhaps there she and Vadim have been reunited forever."

Most of the people living in the West District are believers of the God of Death and Reincarnation. For these believers, death is not the end.

Because they will meet their relatives and friends in the Lord’s eternal kingdom and live forever.

Eros was silent. He probably understood why old lady Naomi passed away.

On the one hand, it was because she was heartbroken, and on the other hand, it was because she vaguely remembered that she still had a granddaughter and daughter-in-law.

This constant act of recalling memories is a constant contact with the mystery.

It was because Mr. Vadim kept recalling his memories that he witnessed the mystery and died that day.

As for old lady Naomi, her energy and blood were declining because she was too old, and her constant contact with the mysterious accelerated the decline of her energy and blood.

Finally, before he saw the mystery with his own eyes, his energy and blood were completely exhausted.

Seeing that Eros didn't speak, the middle-aged man spoke on his own:

"According to my aunt's last wish, I sent the Siberian Husky named Cheese to the little girl named Hela at Mrs. Maria's welfare home."

"Also, I also saw my aunt's donation document, and your name is on it."

Eros narrowed his eyes slightly after hearing these last words. Back then, old lady Naomi had given Mr. Vadim’s decades of savings to him.

Let him donate half to Mrs. Maria's Welfare Home, and deposit the other half into a fund in the name of little Hela.

Naturally, there is a signed document and contract, which states that it is normal for Conan Doyle's name to appear on it, but why did the middle-aged man in front of him mention this?

Seeing the change in Eros's expression, the middle-aged man quickly explained:

"This is Vadim's money. My aunt has the right to dispose of it. I am not saying this to covet the money."

"I just wanted to tell you that I knew about it, and I didn't mean to hide it from you."

"Also, after I finish dealing with my aunt's affairs, I have to go back to the countryside. I want to ask you to take care of little Hela if you are free during this period."

"Since my aunt dares to entrust you with such a large sum of money, you must be a kind and upright man."

“Although little Hela was not adopted by Vadim in the end, in my heart, I already regarded her as Vadim’s child.”

"Once I have dealt with the matters on the farm in the country, I will return to Haidaram to pick up little Haila."

"You should also know that the heavy rain some time ago caused damage to a large area of ​​farms. I have been delayed in Haidaram for many days because of my aunt's matter."

"If I don't go back, those farmers might come to my house and embarrass my mother, wife and children."

Eros withdrew his gaze from the middle-aged man and nodded.

"I will arrange for someone to take care of Mrs. Maria's welfare home."

In fact, he has already done so.

He had already arranged for Isabella to donate £100 to the orphanage every month in the name of Conan Doyle.

This money was enough to cover the welfare home's expenses for a month, and there was even some money left over.

Hearing Eros's agreement, the middle-aged man thanked him sincerely.

After chatting casually with the middle-aged man for a few more words, Eros made an excuse to leave.

The middle-aged man stood at the gate of the yard, watching Eros' back go away.

Go back to a few days ago.

The pitch-black clouds piled up oppressively in the sky, and the pouring rain still beat mercilessly on the ground.

Inside Mrs. Maria's welfare home, little Hela sat on the steps of the side porch, watching the constant splashing of water outside and letting the moist breath with mist hit her cheeks.

She just sat there quietly, her friend Regina stood behind her and whispered with a worried tone:

“Hela! Let’s go inside. We’ll get sick if we stay here.”

Little Hela didn't say anything and just sat there blankly.

Regina felt helpless. Ever since Mr. Vadim passed away, little Hela had been like this and had never smiled again.

There were even a few nights when she accidentally discovered that Hela would cry secretly while hugging the quilt.

As a friend, she was also sad to see Hela like this, but she didn't know how to make Hela happy.

I had no choice but to stand behind Hela like a piece of wood and accompany her.

At this moment, Mrs. Maria's voice came from the room behind her:

"Little Hela, Mr. Dilson is here to see you."

Hearing the call, little Hela stood up from the steps, sorted out the emotions on her face, forced a smile, and walked into the house.

Inside the house, Mrs. Maria was accompanying a middle-aged man in a black double-breasted suit. At the man's feet, there was a pig lying. Oh no, it was a gray and white Siberian Husky, but its body was a little too fat and looked like a pig from a distance.

When Dilson saw Xiao Haila come into the house, he smiled and pointed at the dog lying on the ground.

"This is Vadim's pet. I hope it can accompany you instead of Vadim."

"Also, I may have to leave Haidaram for a while recently. When I finish those things, I will come back to pick you up."

Little Hela stared blankly at the sled dog lying on the ground.

The dog noticed little Hela's gaze and wondered if it smelled something.

Anyway, it stood up from the ground, wagging its tail and came to little Hela, rubbing its head, which was still a little wet, against little Hela's body, showing an intimate gesture.

Seeing this, Dilson smiled and said, "It's called Cheese, and it looks like it likes you very much."

Little Hela reached out and tentatively touched Cheese's head, and Cheese whimpered and rubbed Little Hela's hand.

Tears suddenly couldn't stop flowing down little Hela's eyes. She bent down, put her arms around Cheese's neck and sobbed softly.

Cheese was obedient and didn't move. He stuck out his tongue and licked the tears on little Hela's cheek.

Dilson looked at little Hela with gentle eyes, then turned to Mrs. Maria and said:

"During this time, please take good care of this child."

"This is my duty!" Mrs. Maria replied seriously.

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[I hope someone can see through my stubbornness and my stubbornness. When I pretend to be strong, someone can quietly approach me and tell me that I can generate enough electricity for love.]

[Five thousand words updated today, five thousand words! Five thousand words! ]