Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 77 Domesticated Believers

To be honest, Rebecca isn't always the sharpest of the mind, but she nailed Grace's performance in this play with just a few words.

However, all that can be said is that this Ms. Castor is acting. As for why she is putting on this show specifically for Milo, she probably won't be able to figure it out for the time being. After all, before this, the relationship between Milo and the Sherman family could be described as irreconcilable, and Grace had no reason to show goodwill to Milo.

Of course, Milo didn't know where Grace had found such a scapegoat, nor did he know where she had gotten the liquid explosive that was similar to the thing Emma had made. In any case, it couldn't have been from Emma, ​​because she obviously didn't know who the real culprit who killed Edward was... probably.

"That old woman even brought over one of your uniforms and put it on your desk. It was spotless," Rebecca mentioned casually.

“That’s good.” Milo didn’t think much of it.

But Rebecca's next words nearly made him choke on his saliva:

"Did you sell your body?"

"That sounds so familiar..." Milo scratched his head. "Do you really think I'm so useless that all I can do is sell my ass?"

"Why 'you guys'? Oh, others have said that to you too." Rebecca tilted her head.

“I…” Milo sighed, “Fine, say whatever you want.”

"Look at it another way, this is a compliment on your pretty face." Rebecca flipped through the documents on the desktop, occasionally glancing up at Milo.

“Then thank you.” Milo nodded.

“But yours…” Rebecca pointed to her face, “...it looks terrible.”

Milo certainly knew he looked terrible.

From yesterday until now, I don't know how much blood he's lost. Right now, his face looks more like a vampire than Emma's, with bloodshot eyes and pale lips. With his face like that, no matter what expression he makes, it would probably scare a child to tears.

"What else can we do? We've been drained dry by that old woman." Milo shrugged and gave up.

“Okay.” Rebecca closed the file and continued, “Edward Sherman’s case will likely settle down soon. Since the Sherman family can accept this outcome, the Upper House won’t object, and Edward’s enemies certainly won’t either. You can wait to receive your medal.”

"Can you even get a medal for this?" Milo almost burst out laughing.

Emma blew someone's own father to a crisp, and then she got a medal for it. Who would believe that?

"Any good prostitute could get a normal Medal of Honor, there's nothing to be happy about." Rebecca's words were as aggressive as ever.

"Alright then." Milo wiped the sweat from his brow. "So, we're just going to ignore Harrison's death?"

“The person who turned himself in admitted to everything…” Rebecca looked up at Milo, her eyes narrowing as she stared at him for a few seconds before saying with certainty, “Judging from this, it was probably all done by that old woman.”

"If you don't delve into this, your image will be ruined." Milo felt that given Rebecca's personality, it was unlikely that she would let it go so easily.

But Rebecca rolled her eyes at him: "Internal strife among the aristocracy is what we'd love to see most."

"Your ideological awareness is quite high." Milo instantly understood what Rebecca was trying to say.

Rebecca clearly didn't intend to discuss the Sherman family case any further: "There's one more thing. People from the church have come to see you once or twice recently."

“Dilashaw?” Milo immediately pictured that refined face with a kind smile in his mind.

“Yes, but you’re not here right now.” Rebecca habitually put her legs up on the table again.

"Did he say what he wanted to see me about?" Milo muttered.

He certainly knew why Dillash had contacted him.

On the Day of the Dead, Milo only told Dirasha about the existence of the Church Doctor, without mentioning the totem at all. In Milo's view, the totem he now possessed was absolutely very important to Dirasha. Without figuring out the Church Doctor's identity, he could suspect that Dirasha was the evil doctor in Robben's memory, or even Dirasha himself.

“He wants to invite you to the church, but he didn’t specify the details.” Rebecca casually fiddled with a metal bell on the table, but the bell itself had a structural problem, so the sound it made was a bit dry and hoarse, without any crispness.

Milo looked at the bell in Rebecca's hand: "Have you ever owned a pet dog?"

These little bells are usually hung around the necks of pets.

“Cat.” Rebecca shook the bell in her hand, then continued, “I just want to remind you that the church is much more complicated than the nobility.”

"I understand what you mean."

Milo nodded.

He has too many secrets to keep to himself for the time being and is indeed too busy to attend to matters concerning the church. Unless absolutely necessary, he does not intend to take the initiative to contact De La Shaw.

Milo changed the subject: "What about the kitten?"

“Dead.” Rebecca’s answer was very concise.

"Does it have a name?"

"Marshall."

"Isn't that the name of a monkey...?"

"why?"

"It's nothing, I was just saying it randomly."

……

Rebecca seemed to suddenly remember something, got up, put on her trench coat, and said to Milo, "Let's not go to the church, but there's a place we can visit."

"where?"

“An orphanage, an orphanage under the church’s name.” Rebecca put on her hat, stood up straight in a very masculine posture, and adjusted her collar and sleeves in front of the mirror, saying, “While I’m at it, I’ll see what the conditions are like over there.”

Milo followed Rebecca lazily behind her: "Is there a new case?"

“An old case,” Rebecca said without turning around.

But just from her casual remark, Milo knew who she was going to see.

Judging by the dates, Daisy, the only survivor in the Robben case, should have been discharged from the hospital by now.

Of course, the word "survivor" is not necessarily appropriate. After losing her eyesight, Daisy's life as a survivor may be filled with misfortune for a long time to come.

According to the previous deal between De La Shaw and Rebecca, he, on behalf of the church, assumed all of Daisy's upbringing expenses, and this was in writing. However, how well it was actually implemented needed to be seen in person.

After the Robben case was over, Milo and Rebecca knew perfectly well that they were both responsible for Daisy's misfortune.

Perhaps because they were recalling these unpleasant events, both of them fell silent. It wasn't until they rode their respective horses through the gate of the law enforcement office that the guard greeted Milo: "Hey, Manhole Cover Guy!"

"Manhole Cover Guy?" Rebecca, who was standing next to him, had never heard of Milo's nickname before.

"I'm a rather introverted person, and I usually walk through the sewers when I go out," Milo casually remarked.

"..."

...

Unlike the church, which is far from the city center and has a blocked bridge, the orphanage is located in Nanwei City, and in a relatively convenient location in the 15th Diocese.

The orphanage is a converted old church building, basically similar to all the old buildings in Nanwei City. It is a top-tier round tower with a front courtyard, and its style is very close to that of the previous era.

It was near sunset, and many children were playing in the courtyard. Judging from their clothing and demeanor, the orphanage's material conditions should be quite good, at least exceeding the level of most working-class families.

Otherwise, how could it be called the state religion? The church is rich enough to support dozens of children without any problem.

……

Milo and Rebecca did not enter the courtyard; instead, they observed the children inside from the outer street through the perforated metal fence.

"It is said that the church will provide these children with professional education in corresponding subjects based on their talents and inclinations. This is an institution that was only established two years ago, and all resources are provided by the church. Of course, the church's wealth comes from the entire country."

Rebecca searched for Daisy through the fence, muttering softly, "From another perspective, these children have access to far more resources than many of their peers, which is something the church has done that isn't too offensive."

“Not necessarily. In my opinion, those who were saved by the Church using blood healing during the Great Plague cannot be considered true believers.” Milo pointed to the children playing in the courtyard: “These are the ones.”

“You’re quite the conspiratorial type,” Rebecca said, turning around.

“Didn’t you say yourself that the church is complicated and dangerous? I was just following your theory.” Milo shrugged.

“You’re the quickest talker.” Rebecca disliked engaging in any form of debate with others.

Milo didn't care at all: "Otherwise, why would a noblewoman like it?"

……

Rebecca turned her gaze back to the courtyard:
"Have you seen Daisy?"

"She's sitting in the corner at one o'clock, with her back to us. She's the only one in the whole place who isn't jumping around." Milo quickly spotted the girl's back in the corner.

Daisy sat on a stone bench, dressed in a simple black dress, her eyes covered by a black cloth. She was holding a drawing board in one hand and a colored pencil in the other, scribbling something on a white sheet of paper.

Her movements were very serious and careful. Apart from moving the colored pencils, she did not make any other unnecessary movements or make any noise, which made her stand out from all the other children playing around her.

Daisy was positioned directly beneath the shadow of the building, untouched by the setting sun. Alone and facing the vast expanse of shadow, she diligently sketched...

I can't quite put my finger on what it feels like, but the longer I look at this scene, the more it gives off a very subtle and eerie feeling...

Especially when you know that the child is blind.

……

"Do you think we should go in and talk to her?" Rebecca asked, looking at Daisy's small, helpless figure in the distance.

“I don’t really recommend doing that.” Milo realized that even Rebecca could be indecisive at times.

"why?"

“Our voices are interwoven into her memories of all her misfortunes, aren’t they?” Milo said.

From initially hiding in the secret storage room, to being kidnapped by the Shroud Man, and then to their terrifying encounters in the law enforcement office, Milo and Rebecca's shadows are present in all these experiences.

They really shouldn't be in Daisy's life.

Rebecca remained silent.

This can be seen as her agreement with Milo's views.

The two stared at Daisy's retreating figure for a long time. Just as they were about to head home, Rebecca suddenly asked:
"Speaking of which, aren't you going to talk about what was going on with your strange reaction that day?"

"Which day?" Milo felt that he had had so many "strange reactions" during this period that he couldn't even count them all.

“The day Daisy was in the law enforcement archives,” Rebecca said bluntly.

"You still remember such detailed things?" Milo grinned, but ultimately said nothing: "I'll tell you about them slowly when I have the chance."

"Fine, don't tell me then, let's go back."

Rebecca did not force her in any way, and of course, Milo confirmed that she did not show any disappointment.

"Let's go then."

Milo and Rebecca mounted their horses and set off towards the law enforcement office.

……

But not long after they turned away, in the only shady corner of the noisy courtyard, the lonely girl suddenly stopped painting, slowly turned her head, and faced the direction where Milo and Rebecca had left.

She remained in that position, quietly "watching," without moving for a long time.

Only after Milo and Rebecca's figures disappeared around the street corner did the girl slowly turn around and pick up her brush to paint again.

Countless lines are laid out on the white paper fixed to the drawing board. These lines are rough and twisted. Some intersect into a large patch of pitch black, while others resemble crying musical notes, appearing stiff and chaotic.

The painting presents a sense of disharmony and disjointedness, which is unsettling.

……

After Milo and Rebecca rode their horses out of the street, Rebecca suddenly turned her head and looked at Milo with a strange expression.

"What?" Milo looked at the other person with a puzzled expression.

Rebecca pointed to her mask: "Your mask is dripping blood."

Milo was shocked to find, after pulling off his mask, that large amounts of blood were gushing from his nostrils...

Dads, use your money to ruthlessly exploit me!
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(End of this chapter)