【Mi Ying】that side

"Matthew, what is this?"

Arthur looked at the newly posted notice on the bulletin board. It was a vague missing person notice: "URGENT: 5-year-old boy with blond hair and blue eyes. Missed at [-]:[-] p.m. Lively and very loud." There are no photos, no contact information, only the address and phone number of the police station printed at the end.

He guessed that this was a new resident asking for help during his rotation, but the rough format made Arthur confused and even anxious.This is so unprofessional.

"Ah, that was a tourist request for help yesterday. A young boy came to report that he and his brother were missing." Matthew replied slowly, while offering Arthur a cup of black tea, "But it can be withdrawn. "

"why?"

"Because the person was found not long after the notice was printed."

Arthur almost spit out a sip of tea: "So fast?!"

Seeing Arthur's reaction, Matthew's tone added comfort: "Yesterday, it happened that Captain Waxiu was on duty. He took Luther out, and soon found him on the boulevard in the suburbs. Compared to brothers getting lost, More like the kid left his little brother far behind."

"Evidently there are no photos..."

"After all, our small town is small, and the law and order has always been very good. So far, there is no record of missing or trafficked children in the bureau."

Matthew's tone was quite proud, and he tore off the missing person notice as he said it.Arthur's gaze still followed the paper, and he felt a tightness in his chest.

The morning patrol went well and Arthur returned to the Bureau after lunch.

Sitting at his desk, he was inexplicably upset.His head had been aching since the morning, so he decided to rest on his stomach on the table for a while, and fell asleep unconsciously.

It was a vast expanse of prairie, and you could see the vast sky and piled-up clouds when you looked up.

He looked forward, and saw a small figure shuttling through the green grass at a speed as fast as an assault.The figure suddenly jumped in front of his eyes, his field of vision only captured a pair of blue eyes, staring at him very closely.

That is the color of the sky.

"That's my younger brother, my beloved younger brother." A slightly wronged boy's voice sounded in his ears, "If you find him, please notify me in time. I'm very worried."

The almost crying voice made Arthur gasp.

He snapped his eyes open and almost jumped out of his seat, so much that it startled Matthew and Elizabeth, who were drinking coffee nearby.

"Arthur, are you okay?" The young woman came over. She patted the British policeman on the shoulder and handed him a tissue. "Wipe your face, you're sweating a lot."

Matthew was also worried: "Did you catch a cold during the shift?"

"No..." Arthur wiped the sweat off his forehead and neck with a tissue.He looked around in confusion. The environment of the police station and the alarm clock on the wall reminded him that there were still about 10 minutes before the afternoon patrol time.

Matthew walked into the tea room, and when he came out, he served Arthur lemon tea: "Let's add some water, Mr. Arthur."

Seeing Matthew's gentle smile, Arthur finally felt a little relieved, and took a sip of his tea.

After the mood eased, the British organized his words carefully: "Matthew... Has the missing person notice this morning really closed the case smoothly?"

Matthew looked surprised: "The child has been found, Mr. Arthur don't have to worry. I'll dig out the records for you." He stood up and walked to the filing cabinet.

Arthur quickly grabbed the Canadian young man who was always considerate, and shook his head: "No, I was worrying too much... I just dreamed of a strange picture, I fell asleep..."

"You dreamed of the missing child even though you weren't there?" Unlike Matthew's worried expression, Elizabeth became excited, "Maybe it's a supernatural phenomenon? Arthur, you might be someone with superpowers."

"How is it possible!" Arthur raised his eyebrows pretending to be unhappy, and then smiled.He wasn't sensitive to things that went beyond common sense and science, and he didn't have that experience, at least not in memory.

"Mr. Arthur is really concerned about the safety of the residents, I respect you very much." Matthew pushed the roller seat and sat next to Arthur, "However, please trust the ability and sense of responsibility of other colleagues, and also to the town have more confidence in law and order.”

The Canadian's purple eyes are full of sincerity, like a deep spring.He spoke slowly and gently, expelling the inexplicable doubts in Arthur's heart.

"Thank you, Matthew, and Elizabeth." Arthur sighed, and both of his colleagues laughed.

The newly promoted British policeman raised his hand and patted his cheek to show himself to cheer up, but he also lamented once again the efficiency of his colleagues in the police station.Regardless, it's more important than anything that the town is peaceful and that no one gets hurt.

And this mood only lasted until the sudden accident in the evening.

He and Elizabeth were on their way out on patrol when Rivasio's voice approached a growl on the intercom: "Matthew! Arthur! Go to the Frenchman's Café immediately! Elizabeth informs Sadiq and Ludwig to come, then go back to the bureau stay here!"

This was the first time Arthur encountered a sudden summons, and he froze for a moment.Seeing that he hadn't reacted yet, the young woman pushed him vigorously: "Run!" She called the two night shift colleagues and ran towards the police station.

Walkie-talkies, batons, and handcuffs for daily patrols, plus pistols that cannot be used without permission, the process of running with these equipment is not easy.

By the time he arrived at Francis' coffee shop, Arthur's uniform had already been soaked in sweat, and the sight in front of him left him with no time to care about his image.

Less than five meters away were two of his familiar neighbors—Alfred F. Jones and Ivan Braginsky.

They were covered in dust and their clothes were messy. They seemed to have just finished a round of fighting and were in a brief stalemate.Alfred's glasses fell by the glass door of the coffee shop, behind which stood a frightened Francis and his guests.

The American's half-closed blue eyes were cold and angry, and the corners of his mouth were bruised and bloodstained; Ivan's face was not much better, with his hair disheveled and dark spots under his nostrils and around the corners of his mouth. Dried blood.

To make matters worse, Ivan was still holding a water pipe in his hand, and the metallic luster shone strangely under the spotlights at the store entrance.The owner of the water pipe suddenly took two steps forward, picked up the water pipe and threw it directly at Alfred's head.The Russian moved swiftly, Alfred squatted down quickly, and stretched out his right leg to kick Ivan's ribs. There was a dull sound of heavy objects hitting, and the latter was knocked back half a step.Ivan held his abdomen in pain, but when he raised his face again, his expression was numb, and his eyes were bloodshot.After straightening up unsteadily, he swung the hose again, and Alfred laughed provocatively. He retracted his fists inward, preparing for the next attack.

The strange force that can almost shake the wall, and the metal sharp weapon that can be swung at will.

The sense of coercion and murderous intent of the two people in front of him made Arthur feel suffocated. When Alfred stepped forward, he shouted hoarsely: "Stop! Alfred! Ivan!" Surprised, his shoulders couldn't stop shaking.

Alfred obviously did not expect Arthur's appearance, looking at the Englishman standing a few meters away, he hesitated: "Arthur..."

Ivan raised his head and glanced at Arthur quickly, strode forward, then grabbed Alfred's neck, and slammed against the glass door next to him with force. The latter had no time to dodge because of distraction, and hit his head The blunt sound of the glass made Arthur feel pain as if his own throat was being grabbed: "Alfred!"

He almost flew forward and grabbed Ivan's scarf, pulling him away forcefully, his height disadvantage could not stop his anger: "Ivan, you...!"

The Russian stopped all aggressive actions long ago. He lowered his shoulders and looked down at the British: "Sure enough, you still..."

Alfred, who was knocked to the ground a moment ago, had already struggled to support his body. He strode forward with his head on his left hand, and pushed Ivan several steps away with his right arm: "Stay away from Arthur!"

The generous back of the American completely blocked Arthur, but the inability to see the other's face and injuries made the British police inexplicably anxious at this time.

He was about to reach out to grab the American, when behind him came the sound of the motor of the heavy locomotive being turned off and the sound of hurried footsteps, as well as Wa Xiu's serious and decisive order: "Do it!"

Matthew reached out from behind and wrapped Arthur around him.Ludwig strode forward and pressed against Alfred's shoulder. The latter did not make any resistance, so the German expertly clasped the American's hands behind his back and fixed them.

On the other side, Sadiq Adnan, a muscular dark-skinned man wearing a half-mask—this was the first time Arthur had seen his Turkish colleague—was more brutal.With his bare hands, he overturned the Russian man with his head down, pressed his face with his palms, and pressed his knees against Ivan's shoulders: "The arrest is complete."

The chaotic situation seemed to end under the words of the Turk, and the dust settled, but Arthur was completely stunned.

Waxiu stepped forward, his cold eyes swept across the perpetrator who had been imprisoned.He turned his head and gave an order to Arthur, his eyes sharp: "Handcuffs."

Arthur came back to his senses, he quickly took out the handcuffs from the equipment bag on his back, stepped forward and cuffed the American's wrists.

Those dusty hands were hot.

Seeing the bruises on the American's face and neck, Arthur bit his lips, and he whispered in the other's ear, "Sorry." His voice trembled.Alfred just hung his head and didn't answer.

Arthur couldn't see the American's expression clearly, and Matthew patted the Englishman's shoulder and shook his head at him.

Arthur stood up straight and glanced at the people in front of him.The team leader and police officers were proficient in handling this incident, and the onlookers were relieved after Waxiu handcuffed Ivan, and dispersed one after another.

Everything quickly returned to the normal track, and the fight between the Americans and the Russians seemed to be just a common episode in ordinary life.Arthur was left alone, still caught in the restlessness and anxiety of facing an unexpected situation for the first time.

The kind of embarrassment that only belongs to new police officers-it's really unbearable.He clenched his fist subconsciously.

This probably isn't the first time this has happened.The moves and techniques of those fights are almost like enemies who have been duel for a long time.

He had never imagined the violent confrontation between the two neighbors before.And after the fight ended, his emotions were more dominated by guilt and doubt than by shock.

The guilt is that Alfred's injury came from the hesitation when he called the other party's name; the doubt is that the American persistently separated him from Ivan, and Ivan's loneliness when he was grabbed by his collar eyes.

The two foreign youths he thought he had become familiar with seemed to be strangers meeting for the first time.Perhaps even stranger than that, at least when I first met them, both of them were smiling—let alone what those smiles meant.

Arthur's eyes returned to the silent American again.

Under the surveillance of Luther and Matthew, Alfred walked towards the police station step by step, but Arthur still couldn't see his expression.

The always sunny American youth left only his gloomy and depressed back.

The air of the summer evening was heavy and humid, and Arthur clutched the collar of his uniform tightly with his hands.His heart was heavy, and a sense of suffocation rose and fell between his chest and throat.

Like seeing Alfred's smile in the night, his heart ached for no reason.