Mystery: The Returner of the Stars

Chapter 14 Jumping from the building here will inevitably break both legs!

Hastur crept to the back of the gate and squatted, while listening to the movement outside the gate.

The visitor tonight obviously knew the layout of the house very well, so he didn't stay on the first floor, but quickly went up to the second floor.

He vaguely heard the footsteps of three people. When he came to the second floor, the footsteps were divided into two directions. One footstep went up the stairs to the third floor, and the other two footsteps walked cautiously towards the next bedroom.

Fortunately, only three people came, not too many people. If one can sneak attack and knock down another, the remaining person on the third floor may also be captured.

I am afraid that the people who come tonight will be Extraordinary, although the possibility of this is very low.

Hastur lowered his breathing, tried to keep himself calm, clenched the boning knife in his hand, and waited for the moment when the other party pushed the door open.

"He's not in this bedroom!" An annoyed voice came from next door.

"Is he not in the house to-night?"

"Impossible, our people have been staring at this place, we can be sure that he will be here tonight, maybe he will sleep in another room tonight!"

"Search every room carefully, and we must find him!"

At this moment, the two people in the next room walked out of the bedroom, and were about to come to the study to investigate. Outside the house, there was a sudden sound of orderly footsteps, and at the same time there was a loud shout, to the effect that the thief in the house took off his underwear, and then Hold it up to the top of your head, come out and surrender.

Police officers from the West District Police Station arrived in teams.

Armed with kerosene lamps and pistols, they also entered the first floor of the house through the broken glass windows.

"Damn it, how did this group of stupid pigs who only know how to lie in the police station and get paid come here so fast?"

"Don't worry about how they came, let's run now!"

The two who were already standing at the door of the study discussed a word, and then they walked back to the bedroom they had just come out of, smashed the window and jumped off.

"My window!"

Hastur, who had relaxed a lot, gritted his teeth angrily. It would cost a lot of money to install a whole piece of stained glass window.

He didn't think that the intruder tonight would be able to come up with such a sum of money.

Absolutely can't let them run away like this!

He knew that with the height of the second floor and the cushion of the lawn, it would be very difficult for the two intruders to fall to their deaths or become disabled.

"Jumping from a building here will definitely break your legs!"

Using spiritual power, Hastur tried to formulate a new temporary rule for this place.

As for whether it will be useful, he has no confidence.

This is just a simple try.

……

Reed is a sergeant of the West District police station. He has been in this position for ten years. He is usually in charge of some security cases in the West District, basically solving some fights and petty theft.

Every day seems to be very busy, but in fact it is very relaxed. There are very few murder cases. He only needs to stay in the police station and wait for the church bell to ring at [-] o'clock in the afternoon, and then he can go home from get off work.

Occasionally, he would be notified to go to the night shift overnight for some important cases.

Generally speaking, this is a relatively leisurely job that is respected and respected by many people. The salary is also very good. One week does not count as extra overtime. After tax, you can have a salary of 2 pounds 5 soli, which is not counted as a month. Overtime work is almost 10 pounds, 120 pounds a year. Although it is not as good as those bank managers and solicitors, it is far more than those workers who work in factories.

Tonight, he was already resting at home, but the police department said that he needs to work overtime at night. When there is no important matter to deal with, he is also willing to work overtime. After all, overtime work is another salary.

When he came to the police station to work overtime, he was repeatedly told by Inspector John that he must protect a Baron Campbell tonight.

If he is hurt by gangsters, not only will he be punished, but his bonus for one year will also be deducted.

Hearing this, he immediately became serious, even snuffed out the cigarette on hand, immediately found five veteran police officers, and rushed to the house where Baron Campbell lived.

The wind at night was not too cold, but it made people shrink their necks and tighten their coats. After all, it was only March.

Around 11:30, the dim light in the bedroom on the second floor of the target went out, making the surrounding streets even darker.

It stands to reason that they should follow the target for this kind of job of protecting people, but who told them to observe and protect in secret.

He is an aristocrat, and he is just a little sheriff, so naturally he has to listen to him.

Reed leaned his upper body against the wall of the small alley at the corner, with his right knee arched and the sole of his foot stepping on the wall, he lowered his head slightly and skillfully took out a cigarette, took a few puffs of light, closed his eyes, and exhaled a circle of smoke. Quietly wait for the time to pass.

It was not until about two o'clock in the middle of the night that the police informed him that three people had sneaked into the home of Baron Campbell by breaking the windows.

Reed took two puffs of his half-smoked cigarette, coughed, stepped out and gestured for four nearby police officers to go in and arrest people.

On the other hand, he and another elderly police officer stood guard outside the big house to prevent the three gangsters from escaping.

Before he even needed to shoot, two figures jumped down from the windows on the second floor.

The first person was obviously more experienced. The moment he was about to hit the ground, he hugged his head tightly and rolled forward. After rolling a certain distance, he immediately got up and started running in one direction.

The second person who jumped down was even more miserable. Perhaps the jumping posture was wrong. As soon as he landed, he uttered a miserable cry, and his legs were broken!

The man had no choice but to lie on the lawn, rolling back and forth with his hands on his knees, howling in pain.

Reed asked another officer to arrest the man, and he drew his pistol and chased the first person who jumped off.

After chasing for more than ten meters, the lucky man who jumped off the building and ran wildly suddenly let out a scream, his legs seemed to be hit by something, and he instantly softened, and he lay forward in a embarrassed posture.

"Tsk, what a bad luck."

Reed walked forward with a smile, held the gun in his right hand against the head of the unlucky guy, held the cigarette between the fingers of his left hand, took another big puff, exhaled a big puff of smoke ring, and said slowly: "You are under arrest."

Not long after, the other four police officers also arrested the third gangster, and tonight's work was successfully completed.

Reid asked four police officers to bring the three criminals back to the police station, awaiting trial and judgment.

On the other hand, he knocked on the door of the house, and everyone has come, and the necessary procedures still have to go through.

After waiting for about 5 minutes, the door was opened from the inside, and the person who opened the door was a young man with slightly curly blond hair.

This is the Baron Campbell?

To be a baron at such a young age is his fortune.

Reed suppressed the envy in his heart and said, "Baron Campbell, I am the sheriff who is in charge of protecting you tonight. You can just call me Reed."

"Sheriff Reed, thank you for your protection tonight. Without you, I might be in danger."

Reid smiled and said, "I want to thank you for allowing us to take a big credit for nothing."

Hastur laughed too, turned sideways, and invited Sheriff Reed to come in for a chat.

In the large living room, two ornate overhead lights have been turned on, and the bright light is far beyond the comparison of kerosene lamps.

Hastur made a cup of marquis black tea for Reed, and Reed took a sip, feeling the aroma of the tea wafting in his mouth, and even the smell of the cigarette was neutralized.

Reed first said: "Take up your precious rest time. Regarding this matter, I hope you can explain it in more detail, so that I can write a dossier when I go back."

"It all started with a fraudster named Andrew Wilson..."

Hastur didn't hide anything, and told the police station and Grellint all about the cause of everything and the accidental sight of someone staring at him today.

Reed nodded again and again, carefully extracting the key information from the words.

After listening for about ten minutes, Reed had already understood the whole process of the matter, so he didn't stop any longer, got up, said goodbye and left.

As for Hastur, he can continue to sleep soundly, and does not need to go to the police station to record his statement, because he is a nobleman.

After sending Sheriff Reed away, Hastur closed the door, turned off the lights and went up to the second floor, came to his original bedroom, looked at the smashed stained glass window and sighed.

Just now he also asked Sergeant Reed to see if he could make the three gangsters compensate him for the corresponding losses tonight.

Reid said that it should be possible, and told him not to have too much expectations. Money-greedy gangsters usually can't afford to compensate a noble for the loss.

In other words, Hastur had to admit that he was unlucky.

Of course, if that Andrew is successfully captured, the police department will give priority to compensation for the loss if he has money.

While Hasta expressed understanding for this, he was really distressed, because there were two broken stained glass windows.

He didn't take the opportunity to ask the two jumpers if their legs were broken, it was too reckless and too obvious.

He only needed to ask Greint to find out the specific situation in the police station, and then he would know whether the temporary rules he made tonight had any effect.

Judging from the promotion direction of the Black Emperor path, it should be the Sequence 7 Briber before he can have the extraordinary ability to formulate and distort the rules.

But there is a chain of order hidden in his back spine, maybe he can display the extraordinary ability of making rules in advance.

Hastur thought for a while, put away his miscellaneous thoughts and glanced at the time, it was already past three o'clock in the middle of the night.

In order to stay awake tonight, he didn't dare to really fall asleep. Now that he is busy with things, he also feels a little tired.

He stepped forward and picked up the quilt on the bed, and went to a guest room on the right.

When we arrived at the guest room, we briefly ventilated the air to let the stagnant air flow. After about ten minutes, Hasta changed the quilt in the guest room.

After everything was packed, he lay down on the quilt, fell asleep, and came to the Hall of Stars.

Tonight's business is indeed almost done, but there is still one thing that needs to be done.

Driving the chain of order, Hastur left the Hall of Stars with satisfaction after whipping the Djinn vigorously.

(End of this chapter)