Why it never ends

Chapter 919 Name

"It will be fine soon, sir!" the young policeman answered haltingly, his face flushed.

Hesta also looked downstairs: "Anything else you want to ask?"

The young policeman's face turned purple. He had just started working, so he urgently needed to create some topics to show off during the tea break. He had confirmed with the doorman of the apartment before going upstairs that there were four women living on the fourth floor, two adults and two children, none of whom were locals. He thought that this configuration was likely to be tourists from other districts, or young mothers who brought their children to visit their husbands because their husbands worked here.

But no matter which one, he has a way to let them know how powerful he is. In the past few months, he has been training with several senior members of the team in Saint-Rom City. He was dumbfounded by the way the seniors squeezed money from outsiders. Tonight was finally his first turn to participate in the safety inspection, and he must seize this opportunity.

"You - your ID - you -"

Hesta frowned slightly: "Anything else about my ID?"

"Killian! What on earth are you doing? Are you mute?" The middle-aged policeman began to curse, "Speak back!"

The young policeman clenched his fists in frustration. His throat trembled a few times, and finally he turned and walked to the fence: "Can you come up for a moment?"

The middle-aged policeman began to curse incessantly. He was sturdy and had a face full of flesh. He moved as fast as an ape and could always walk up half a floor of stairs in just three or two steps.

As soon as he saw Hesta, he recognized the uniform he was wearing. The middle-aged policeman adjusted his expression and quickly stepped forward to shake hands with Hesta.

"Fabian Gaiden." He looked at Hesta with sharp eyes, "You can start with the lady who recently came from District 14."

"The lady is in the house," Hesta answered, "she still needs to rest."

The middle-aged policeman turned around and looked towards the ground floor: "Everyone is gone!"

"Thank you for your hard work." Hesta, "I asked you to come up here specially. Is it safe outside tonight?"

"It's safe, of course it's safe, nothing special," the policeman replied. "It says that a small group of rebels are planning to cause trouble in several major cities recently. We are just conducting a routine inspection. This kind of thing usually happens near Emmanlia. Saint Rom is not in the eyes of these rebels."

"What was that gunshot about?" Hesta asked, "I thought you were fighting with someone."

"If there really is a fight, it won't be just this kind of battle," the middle-aged policeman sneered, "It's used to warn the mob - you will understand later that District 12 is different from District 3. In this area, if you don't show your gun, no one will take you seriously."

"Killian!" The middle-aged policeman suddenly turned his head, "Have you checked this lady's ID?"

The young policeman at the side finally came to his senses at this moment, but he was still confused about what was happening before his eyes.

"…Uh, yes, I checked."

"Write her a receipt!"

"…What receipt?"

Hesta was also a little confused: "What receipt should I write?"

"You will need it." The middle-aged policeman looked at her. "When we get to Emanlia, you will need to compile a record of your whereabouts, especially at key points, such as tonight. Someone will verify with us based on what you wrote, so it's best to prepare the receipt now - Killian! What are you still doing? Take a pen!"

The young policeman straightened his hat nervously. His previous desire to extort money had vanished, and he resumed his duty to protect the safety of citizens.

Ten minutes later, the police left the apartment and peace returned to the interior. However, the sound of things being smashed continued to be heard from the nearby streets. Hesta heard some screams and cries, some of which stopped abruptly, and some continued for a while, but not for long.

After comforting the children, Hesta went downstairs alone. The young girl who had knocked on the door earlier was squatting on the ground cleaning up the broken tiles. When she heard Hesta's footsteps, she immediately raised her head.

"Good evening." Hesta stopped a few steps away, "Are you busy?"

The girl immediately laughed, she put down her tools and stood up: "No! How are you, are you okay?"

"All right." Hesta replied, "What should I call you..."

"Call me Polly!" The girl laughed. "Thank you for tonight! If it weren't for you, someone would have suffered."

"What's going on tonight?" Hesta whispered. "I heard him say something about the rebels—"

"What rebels? They're here to ask for money. If you don't pay, they'll arrest you." The girl whispered back, "In the past, this kind of security check only happened once every six months, but recently it's become every month. I can't stand it."

Polly returned to the concierge, turned on the electric light on the table, and then leaned on the windowsill to chat with Hesta, "What do you do?"

"Me? I'm working for AHgAs."

"...Are you here in District 12 for the case last year that killed so many people with mercury needles?" "Not entirely." Hesta replied, "Is this case well-known in District 12?"

"Of course, AHgAs has closed almost all the workstations here - several of my sisters used to work at the workstations, and now they have found new jobs."

"Are you familiar with Saint Lom?"

"Of course, I'm from here."

"Can you give me a hand."

"You speak!"

"Help me find someone to deliver something to the nearby town of Redmond..."

"I can help you contact the courier right now. I have a cousin——"

"No, I won't send it by express. I need someone to help me go to Redmond Town and ask for someone there. If I find someone there, I'll give the item to her. If there's no such person, forget it."

"Oh... I see. Ok, what is it?"

Hesta took out a text badge.

"Asking for help is..." Polly read with her head tilted, "The behavior of the strong... Wow, that makes sense!"

"The person I'm looking for is very conspicuous. She is very tall and has three bone spikes on her left eyebrow. She usually has silver hair."

"name?"

"The name isn't important. If you find her, you can go over and ask her if she's a raven, and then you can give her the badge."

“…Is this some kind of dangerous deal?”

Hesta shook his head. "No, she's my friend. We were supposed to meet over there, but I can't get out now."

"Okay," the girl took the badge, "I'll help you find her tomorrow. As long as she's in Redmond, I can definitely help you find her."

"Thank you."

Hesta turned to leave, and the girl suddenly leaned half of her body out of the window, "Wait! There's one thing I haven't given you yet, your visitor registration - a lot of people are coming to visit you today!"

Hesta wanted to say no, but the girl's gesture of handing the paper with almost all her strength made her feel that she should take it.

"Got it." Hesta took the registration form and waved it gently in front of his forehead. "Thank you."

"good night!"

"Good night."

Hesta turned and went upstairs. Before throwing the registration form into the trash can, she glanced at the name on it. In the dim corridor, time suddenly became as sticky as syrup.

"Polly!"

The girl sitting at the gate looked up and saw Hesta running back again. She stood up and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Can you show me the surveillance footage on the first floor today?"

"Ah, that's just for show, it's not usually on..." Polly blinked, "What's wrong?"

"fine."

Hesta pushed the door open and walked out. The curfew street was now empty. She held the registration form in her hand and looked around. Only the pale street lights illuminated the silent night. Hesta walked to the nearest street light and looked at the registration form again.

The last line, the reason and name columns read:

I need your help.

Bo Heng.