"Lynard Alfred?!"

The young police officer stopped writing and drawing impatiently and raised his head. After seeing the person in front of him clearly, he said in surprise: "I didn't quite hear what you just said. It's so late, why don't you come to the police station?"

What to do?"

"Acquaintance..." His pupils shrank, and Linnard's eyes scanned around the young police officer at an extremely fast speed.

The skeleton is approximately in his early twenties, with blond hair, blue eyes, and a rough beard, indicating that he has not been home for a good rest for about two to three days. His sunken eyes and dark circles mean that he has had very little rest time recently.

The soles of his feet were covered with dry soil, and he had never been outside—he had not been in contact with me for at least two days.

His posture facing me was unusually relaxed, his index finger was slightly yellowed by the tobacco, but it was different from the smell of tobacco on my body, and his eyes were aggressive—not a good friend.

Glancing at the name tag on the police officer's desk, he said calmly: "Ford, it's time for you to take a good rest. I just said that I was attacked by a cultist."

"Wow!" As if he heard something extremely incredible, the handsome young police officer named Ford had an exaggerated smile on his face.

He opened his arms and shrugged: "How is it possible? Who dares to attack our great detective Lynard?"

Lynard adjusted his facial expression. He put aside the previously preset persona of a young man who was unfamiliar with the place he was born in. He quietly stared into Ford's eyes with a serious attitude that was in line with the current logic, and nodded slightly.

"Uh..." The atmosphere suddenly became awkward. The pencil held by Ford's right hand fell to the ground with a thud, and he said blankly: "Really...really?"

"Yes, do you need to discuss this matter with your superior?"

"Wait a minute!"

Ford hurriedly picked up the brand new phone on the table, pressed a number, held his hair and waited for a few seconds before quickly saying: "Boss, those damn cultists who serve the evil god have appeared again!"

After pausing for a few seconds, he made a gesture of listening.

"Yes! The followers of the Quanli Cult, they have found Linnard!"

Glancing at Lynard, who was waiting next to him, he lowered his voice and said, "It's the same detective who helped us solve the case of the disappearance of the director's wife's dog last time. He was there when we arrested the Ripper, and it was he who provided the clues. Yes,

Yes! I guess it was because of this incident that he was targeted by those damn cultists."

The Ripper...provides clues.

After recalling the information revealed in Ford's words, Linnard gained a better understanding of his predecessor.

A young man who inherited his uncle's detective agency may have had this ambition, so he naturally obtained a detective's license and cooperated with the police to a certain extent.

Because he helped the police arrest a gangster named The Ripper, he became involved with the Quanli Cult. However, before the other party could take revenge, he died because of his uncle's belongings.

"Okay, okay, I understand!"

After hanging up the phone with a snap, Ford grabbed the police hat on the side, greeted his companions beside him, and hurriedly packed his equipment.

"Where? How many people are there? Are there any casualties?"

He put on his thick coat, asked another middle-aged policeman with a red nose to follow him, and took the time to ask.

"There were three people in total who suddenly broke into my detective agency. I killed two of them and subdued one."

"Uh..." Ford, who was constantly walking, suddenly stopped, looked at the equally surprised Red Nose, and swallowed.

"You mean, in a one-on-three situation, you killed two and captured the other, and then you calmly ran to the police station to call the police?"

Linard nodded expressionlessly, as if he didn't think this was anything surprising.

"Okay, Ke Laixi, please go back first." He dismissed the middle-aged police officer and walked outside the police station: "Follow me, we have to go to the nearby Shengtian Sect first and hire someone who can purify evil spirits.

The steward of the spirit, otherwise if it is delayed for a long time, extremely terrible things will happen."

The two walked along a row of kerosene lamps outside the police station and came to the open-air stable.

Ford got into a carriage with a gun and sword emblem on it and motioned for Lynard to get on.

"shelf!"

The wheels turned and headed towards the church among the police station and detective agency.

"It's time for you to install a phone." Ford was driving while still turning around to talk to Linnard.

"I really don't know if you people from Lusika State are all freaks. Your uncle is the same, and so are you. You always deal with gangsters alone. If everyone does this like you, what's the use of us?

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Thanks to his superb driving skills, the carriage drove at full speed and ran rampantly, shocking pedestrians into hurriedly avoiding the situation.

"This is not a reason for you to discriminate against people from other states." Lynard responded calmly.

A hint of embarrassment appeared in Ford's blue pupils, and he hesitated: "I didn't...well, damn it! I knew I couldn't hide it from you. After all, you even know what I had for breakfast and where I spent the night last night!"

"

"I'm doing this for your own good. Not only is it embarrassing for us, it's also extremely dangerous for you! Although you have a detective license, you must act within the rules, understand?" Ford turned his head and persuaded seriously.

It seems that my predecessor was a person who liked to show off his IQ, but his emotional intelligence was not very high. He cooperated with the police but inadvertently offended the police officers under him.

Linnard thought to himself, his tone slowed down slightly, and he seemed to be frightened: "Well, I know."

Hearing his answer, Ford breathed a sigh of relief, and his tone was no longer so stiff: "We, the police, will handle this matter for you. I estimate that the police will arrange protection personnel for you in the next few weeks. Try not to do it again."

Go to dangerous places."

Sighing, he murmured: "After all, your uncle once saved my life. I don't want you to die like a wild dog in an unknown place like him."

A place no one knows about?

Linard frowned, his heart beat twice, and he tentatively said with a somewhat melancholy expression: "Well, I hope he will be laid to rest as soon as possible..."

"Uh, I'm sorry..." Ford didn't look back and was a little flustered: "You mentioned your sadness. Well, actually, it's mainly because I wonder where his body is every day."

There was no body, but death was confirmed.

Recalling Eisenhower's face on the mural, a chill ran down Linnard's spine, and he vaguely felt that this matter was not as simple as it seemed.

While the two were talking, the tall spire of the church appeared in front of them. After a while, the building made of green gray and pale colors could be seen.

Seen from a distance, this church covers a very large area, even larger than the police hall just now. The whole church is magnificent, simple and elegant.

Inheriting the quasi-European design of this world, its style is mixed with Gothic style and significant Roman features. It has both a heavy-structured wing corridor and elaborate decoration. The interior space is the most beautiful. The tall vertical style and the height of several meters are shocking.
Chapter completed!