Mystery: The Returner of the Stars

Chapter 15 Friends, Greg Negan
West District Police Station, Reed walked briskly into the police station, smoking a cigarette.

As soon as he stepped into the gate of the police station, he heard the shouts of the three gangsters tonight, as well as the sound of whips.

A gang broke into a baron's house late at night with a murder weapon, not only the fact of stealing money, but also a plan to murder the baron. Such a crime is enough to send them to the gallows.

The whipping was just to let them understand a truth in advance. In Loen, nobles are a group that should not be easily offended.

"You worked hard tonight, you did a good job."

Inspector John came over with a smile and patted Reid on the shoulder. He also stayed at the police station to work overtime tonight, just for this matter.

With a baron and a viscount of considerable status, more attention should be paid to even the smallest case, especially a big case involving the murder of a baron.

Reed laughed: "Tonight's luck is better"

"Goddess, may luck always be with you."

Reed also drew a crimson moon on his chest and said: "The goddess of mercy will surely bless every one of her devout believers."

After chatting for a few more words, Reed headed to the interrogation room where the three gangsters were held. He still needed the finishing touches, and then compiled tonight's case into a dossier.

The first criminal who jumped from the building curled up in the corner, hugged his knees and said in panic, "Evil spirit! It's an evil spirit! An evil spirit attacked me just now!"

"What evil spirit?"

Reed showed some interest, lit another cigarette, raised his feet and crossed them on the table, with a lazy posture.

"The evil spirit is the evil spirit! It must be the evil spirit that broke my legs! Otherwise, I can definitely run away!"

"Oh, that must be the goddess' punishment to you people." Reed snorted lightly, disapproving.

The man didn't say anything more, thinking about it, he was also afraid that the abnormality that happened to him tonight was really a punishment from the Evernight Goddess.

"I also feel the power of that evil spirit!" Another man who jumped from the building and suffered a fracture also said in a panic.

Reed raised his right foot, knocked on the table, and exhaled a puff of smoke ring: "Even if there is an evil spirit, for the crimes you committed tonight, you will just go to hell to be with it."

A police officer next to him waved his whip and said, "Cooperate honestly with our work, so that you can suffer less, and we can also finish work early and go home to rest."

Soon, the three gangsters confessed to the crimes committed tonight, and also admitted that they were ordered by Andrew, and confessed that Andrew's current hiding place was in a bar in the Backlund Bridge area.

"Very well, you can spend a good night now, although there is only one hour left before dawn."

The policeman hung the whip in his hand on the wall, and the end of the black whip was still mixed with a small piece of flesh, dripping blood.

"I'll take a look at the files that have been sorted out."

Reed asked one of his police officers to sort out the file, took it over and read it twice, and found that there were no mistakes, so he asked the police officer to file the file.

"Time to pick yourself up with a cup of coffee."

Reed stubbed out the cigarette, folded his legs, stood up and left the interrogation room, came to Inspector John's office, and poured himself a cup of coffee from the Southern Continent.

Then sit comfortably on the sofa, waiting for other police officers to come to take over in the morning.

At eight o'clock, Reed opened his sleepy eyes, stood up and stretched, and left the police station.

When returning home, he happened to pass by that Baron Campbell's house again, and when he reached the location where the escaped gangster was captured last night, he was taken aback for a moment.

The terrain here is open, and there are no obstacles around at all, so why did that person suddenly have both legs broken last night?
He vaguely remembered that the man's legs were broken, which was completely and shattered. Only a blunt instrument can cause such a fracture!
A wandering evil spirit?

With a chill in Reed's heart, he couldn't help but glanced around. The sun was shining brightly, and everything was just right. He exhaled lightly, stretched out his hand and tapped his chest four times, drawing a crimson moon.

"Praise the goddess."

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"Why didn't someone notify me when something so big happened?"

"Don't you recognize me as a friend?"

"Or do you think I will alienate your good friend because of the decline of your Campbell family?"

In the living room, on the sofa, Hastur looked awkwardly at the black-haired and blue-eyed young man sitting opposite him.

Greg Negan, the original owner's best friend, the two were playmates since they were young, and they were like brothers in public school. It wasn't until the original owner left Queens and moved to the West End that the two gradually reduced their contact.

When he was short of money before, Hastur also thought of this friend, but he never thought of asking him for help. Instead, he would rather find Grelint, who has a relatively ordinary relationship.

Among them is the subconsciousness of the original owner who does not want to trouble this friend, and Hasta does not want to easily contact this good friend for the time being.

After all, they are best friends, and they get along all year round, and it is easy to find the abnormalities between each other.

"I'm very angry now, Hastur, shouldn't you give me an explanation?"

"Could it be that in your eyes, I, Greg Negan, are a friend not worth being with?"

"Or do you think that guy Grelint is more suitable to be your friend than me?"

The more Greg said, the more angry he became. If someone hadn't told him, he wouldn't have known that there were gangsters trying to murder his good friend last night!

"Drink a sip of tea first, calm down."

Hastur handed him a cup of marquis black tea, and said gently: "Greck, no one is more suitable to be my friend than you. I have always been proud of our being friends."

"Humph!"

Greg's stern face eased, he took a sip of Marquis black tea, and waited for what Hastur would say next.

"You know, I've always hoped that I could become a qualified nobleman who handles all affairs alone, just like you, who can help the family take care of all aspects at a young age."

"The reason why you seek Grelint's short-term help is simply that you don't want our friendship to be eroded by money, and you don't want me to lose my little pride because of it?"

"Greek, the friendship between you and me will not be changed because of this incident. Will you resent my friend because I don't seek your help?"

In just three sentences, most of Greg's anger had dissipated, especially the last rhetorical question, which almost made him wonder if he was the one who was not so firm in their friendship with each other?
The friendship between the two of them has not needed these things to prove for a long time.

Thinking of this, Greck apologized slightly: "Hasta, I didn't consider your mood."

Hastur waved his hand generously and said, "It's okay, we are best friends."

"Yes, we are best friends!"

Greg laughed, and Hastur smiled too.

Although Greg's visit made him a bit difficult to resist, but fortunately, as a lawyer, he does have a strong ability to persuade others.

After this matter was turned over, Greck asked about the recent life of Hasta, and he could only try to pick some good aspects to talk about.

For example, I am studying the law seriously, and I am also appreciated by Professor Wayne, and I go to the court to learn how the law demonstrates its justice...

Greg frowned after listening for a while and said, "It's a good thing to learn the law and understand the national conditions, but you don't really want to be a lawyer, do you?"

"I have this idea." Hastur did not hide it.

"Hasta, it's not good for you to be like this. You are a nobleman, and you will definitely not be limited to the status of a baron in the future. You should have a broader future."

"Greck, I am more determined than you think in the matter of restoring the glory of the Campbell family. Becoming a lawyer does not mean that I will leave my noble status. It is just a little hobby of mine."

Greg's face softened again, and he asked tentatively, "Do you need me to help you prepare a law firm in Queens?"

He originally wanted to send it directly to a law firm, but he was afraid that Hastur would think that his actions were insulting the friendship between the two, so he changed his words.

Hasta shook his head and said, "Queens is not a suitable place to open a law firm. I prefer Hillston District, where the business is the most prosperous, and it is also a place where lawyers are more needed."

"No problem, let me solve this matter for you, don't be polite to me anymore."

Greg directly made a decision on this matter, and Hastur was not allowed to refuse.

He had already figured it out, and when Hasta went to Hillston to open a law firm, he would help pull a large amount of business orders.

With their family's business investment in Hillston District, Hasta wants to take this part of the list, and it is estimated that they will need to hire a few more barristers.

"Ok."

Hastur sighed, and did not refuse Gregor's kindness again.

In fact, he really wanted to try to restore the Campbell family to its former glory through his own struggle, instead of relying on the convenient passage brought by his friends.

There is no way, it is really normal for nobles to help each other, especially his good friend's family background is really powerful.

Greg Negan, his father is the Duke of Negan, the leader of the Conservative Party, the largest land nobleman other than the king, and the elder brother of the current prime minister.

His words can really save people from struggling for ten years, or even a lifetime.

Alas, this feeling of being taken care of by others really makes people want to work harder the more they think about it.

"Hasta, there is one more thing I need to remind you.

Although Mrs. Gemani is good, you are still young and not married yet, so you should be careful. "

"??!"

Three big question marks flashed across Hastur's forehead.

No, I only talked to that Mrs. Gemani once!

During this time, when I went to the court to hear the trial in the afternoon, I also tried to walk around her as much as possible, and the only reply letter clearly expressed my attitude.

But now, listening to Greg's tone of voice, it seems that he has already had some improper relationship with Mrs. Gemani?
How can people be innocent out of thin air?

(End of this chapter)