messenger from the wasteland

Chapter 95 Reasonable
"Bang bang bang!"

In the shooting practice room of the police station, Chu accompanied Lawrence to complete another shooting practice.

Since the last time he discovered that Chu couldn't use a pistol at all, Lawrence began to let Chu accompany him to practice.

Of course, part of the reason is that he himself has to do some rehabilitation training.

The sequelae of his right hand have never recovered, which makes him sometimes unable to even hold the pistol.

If people know that the police officer known as the bloody hand can't even hold a gun steadily, some people in the city of fog may become restless again.

All four shots hit the bullseye.

After briefly confirming the result, Chu put down the pistol and looked towards Lawrence.

This slow weapon is not difficult for her.

Because the bullet speed of a pistol is generally between 300 and 400 meters per second, so in her opinion, the pistol is indeed a bit slow, maybe not as fast as her jogging.

Lawrence also took off his earmuffs and put down the gun in his hand, with some helplessness in his eyes.

His results were going to be much worse, only one shot hit the bull's-eye, and the other three shots were around the seventh to eighth rings.

"Huh." With a slight breath, Lawrence picked up the bottle of water at hand, unscrewed it, took a sip, walked to the back chair and sat down.

"Practice a few more times and you'll be fine." Chu walked to Lawrence's side and said.

It was supposed to be a word of encouragement, but because of her expressionless face, it sounded like it only deepened Lawrence's hurt.

Lawrence rolled his eyes at Chu: "I don't need you to comfort me yet."

Then, he pointed to the chair beside him.

"Sit down and rest, it's rare to have time to rest."

"En." Chu responded, and sat beside Lawrence.

Today is indeed a rare peace, there are not too many cases, no corpses to be dealt with, and the patrol ended early.

The sunlight coming in from the outside is warm and makes people feel lazy.

"How did you find out about the Ripper?" Lawrence asked, putting the water bottle aside.

"There are already several targets."

In addition to Jack Fosse, Chu also found several suspects, she put her "eyes" near them, and now she just needs to wait for the results.

"Let's settle this matter as soon as possible." Lawrence took out the lighter and cigarette case from his arms.

"Mind if I smoke?"

"Mind." Chu said flatly, she rarely expressed her opinion in front of the summoner.

"Yeah." Lawrence nodded, as if he had listened, but he still skillfully lit a cigarette for himself.

"Crack." Closing the lighter casually, with a cigarette in his hand, Lawrence exhaled comfortably.

The expression on Chu's face was still calm, but a few wisps of black air could be vaguely seen rising from his body.

"Heh." With a chuckle, Lawrence stopped frantically wandering on the verge of getting angry.

After flicking the cigarette ash in his hand, he lowered his eyes and looked at the corner of the ground illuminated by the sun.

"During this time, the city of fog has calmed down a lot."

As he spoke, his voice paused, his light blue eyes stared at the sun for a while, and after a few seconds, he spoke.

"Thank you, Chu."

Chu was stunned for a moment, but Lawrence suddenly thanked her so earnestly, and she was still not used to it.

Still, it seems like every one of her summoners has thanked her.

Did she really do something worthy of their thanks, she didn't know.

Sitting there blankly at first, Lawrence noticed this, but he didn't say anything.

He understands that Chu is different from him, that what he needs to face is only the crimes in this city, but what Chu needs to face is a bigger evil.

He also understood that there were many questions in Chu's heart, so that she was so at a loss, but he couldn't answer them.

Because he can guess what the original question was, and he has no answer.In other words, that question has no answer in the first place.

The origin of the beginning is unknown to Lawrence, from the appearance of the beginning to the present, what she has shown can be said to be completely beyond the common sense that Lawrence understands.

But there is one thing he understands.

Chu Chu may be doing something that no one can do, and she is facing something that no one can face alone.

These are all he learned from the contract, Chu never told him.

It was said at the beginning that she came to take away the evil, but before understanding the contract, Lawrence never thought that the meaning of her existence was to take away all the evil.

Of course, this is just a possibility, maybe the contract itself is fake.

In that way, he can feel more relieved, and he doesn't have to apologize to Chu Huai, for he is also a sinful person.

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In the next few days, the Fog Capital was extremely calm, like an ordinary city, operating in an orderly and peaceful manner.

And the Ripper didn't appear again for several days.

This gave Chu and Lawrence a rare time to relax. Sometimes after get off work, Lawrence would take Chu to a nearby tavern to drink some wine to relieve boredom.

At first, he was not interested in this unique drink, but Lawrence liked it very much. He has all the vices that a single old man should have.

But it can be seen that Lawrence is in a good mood during this time, and the city of fog seems to have really begun to change.

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On the gray street, a white manor is so conspicuous.

There are many children in the manor, they are doing their own things, some are sitting under the tree reading, some are gathering on the grass to play, some are swinging together in twos and threes.

A little girl with pale blond hair was sitting alone in the clearing by the door playing with a doll. It wasn't that she didn't like other children, it was just that she preferred to be alone.

She likes to stand at a distance by herself, watching her siblings, her dad Jack, and the smiles on their faces.

Her name is Lily and she loves her home.

The reason why she had to stay far away was so that she could see everyone.

But when Papa Jack told stories, she would run over and stay with everyone. She liked listening to Papa Jack's stories the most.

"Lily."

At this time, Lily heard a person calling her by the door.

She looked up to the door and found a man in a black suit standing there.

"Mr. Snart." Lily exclaimed in surprise. She stood up and ran to the door to open the door for the man named Snart.

Mr. Snart was a friend of her father Jack's, and although he came only occasionally, he was very kind to them.

Mr. Snart was a good man, the children thought so.

The man walked into the manor, with a faint smile on his indifferent face, he reached out and touched Lily's head.

"Are you playing alone again?"

"Yeah." Lily squinted her eyes and let Snyder touch her head: "Because Lily likes to play alone."

Everyone in the family knew about it, but no one ever alienated Lily.

That was one of the reasons Lily liked this home, where she never had to pretend and could do whatever she wanted.

"Sometimes you have to play more with other children, you know?"

There was a little gentleness in Snart's voice, and he turned to ask Lily after telling Lily.

"Where's your father Jack, I have something to ask him."

"I'll help you find him." Lily volunteered, took her doll, and trotted all the way into the manor.

Snart stood by the door, watching Lily run away.

Not long after, in the manor, Jack walked towards Snyder alone.

At this time, Snaite's face had regained his indifference.

Jack walked forward with a smile and hugged Snart.

"My friend, what can I do for you?"

Snyder responded calmly.

"According to the last agreement, I will take care of your business."

"Oh." Jack patted Snart on the back.

"You know, as long as the price is reasonable, we can talk about any business."

(End of this chapter)