Mystery: The Stars Returner

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

Reed asked four police officers to take the three gangsters back to the police station to await trial and verdict.

I knocked on the door of the house. Since I was here, I had to go through the necessary procedures.

of.

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

Is this Baron Campbell?

He was a baron at such a young age, what a good life he had.

Reed suppressed the envy in his heart and said: "Baron Campbell, I am the police chief responsible for protecting you tonight. You can just call me Reed."

"Chief Reed, thank you for protecting me tonight. Without you, I might have been in danger."

Reed smiled and said: "I want to thank you for allowing us to get a big credit for nothing."

Hastur also laughed, turned sideways, and invited Chief Reed to come in for a chat.

In the large living room, two gorgeous ceiling lamps 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, even the smell of the cigarette had been neutralized.

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

"It starts with a fraudster named Andrew Wilson..."

Hastur didn't hide anything and told all the reasons why everything happened and how he accidentally saw someone staring at him today and wrote a letter to the police station and Gray Lint.

Reed nodded repeatedly and carefully extracted the key information in the words.

After listening for about ten minutes, Reid already understood the whole process of the matter, so he stood up and left without staying any longer.

As for Hastur, he can continue to have a good sleep without going to the police station to take a statement, because he is a noble.

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

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

Reed said that it should be possible, and asked him not to have high expectations. Money-grubbing gangsters usually cannot afford to compensate a noble for his losses.

In other words, Hastur has to consider himself unlucky.

Of course, if Andrew is successfully caught and he has money, the police station will give priority to compensating for losses.

While Hasta understood this, he was really distressed because there were two stained glass windows that were broken.

He did not take the opportunity to ask the two gangsters who jumped from the building whether their legs were broken. This was too rash and too obvious.

He only needed to find Gray Lint to inquire about the specific situation in the police station, and then he would know whether the temporary rules he made tonight were effective.

According to the promotion direction of the Black Emperor pathway, one should have to reach the Sequence 7 Bribery level to have the extraordinary ability to formulate and bend rules.

But there is a chain of order hidden in the spine of his back, and he may be able to display his extraordinary ability to formulate rules in advance.

Hastur thought for a moment, then put away his thoughts and glanced at the time. It was already past three o'clock in the night.

In order to stay awake tonight, he didn't dare to really sleep. Now that he was busy with things, he felt a little tired.

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

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

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

The things for tonight are indeed almost done, but there is still one thing left to do.

After driving the chain of order and whipping the djinn hard, Hastur left the Hall of Stars with satisfaction.

Chapter 15 Friend, Gray Kenigan

Chapter 15 Friend, Greg Negan

At the West District Police Station, Reed smoked a cigarette and walked briskly into the police station.

As soon as I stepped into the door of the police station, I heard the shouts of the three gangsters tonight, and at the same time, there was the sound of whips.

A gang broke into a baron's house late at night with a murder weapon. Not only did they steal money, but they also had a plan to murder the baron. Such a crime was enough to send them to the gallows.

The whipping is just to let them understand a truth in advance. In Loen, the nobles are a group that cannot be easily offended.

"Thank you for your hard work tonight. You did a great job."

Inspector John smiled and walked over and patted Reed on the shoulder. He also stayed at the police station to work overtime tonight just for this matter.

A baron plus a well-established viscount would need to pay more attention to a small case, especially a large case involving the attempted murder of a baron.

Reed smiled and said: "I have better luck tonight."

"Goddess above, may luck be with you always."

Reed also drew a crimson moon on his chest and said: "The benevolent goddess will definitely protect every devout believer in her."

After chatting for a while, Reed went to the interrogation room where the three gangsters were detained. He still needed to put the final touches on the case and compile tonight's case into a file.

The first gangster who jumped off the building huddled in the corner, hugging his knees and saying in fear: "Evil spirit! It's an evil spirit! An evil spirit just attacked me!"

"What evil spirit?"

Reed became more interested and lit another cigarette. He raised his feet and crossed them on the table with a lazy posture.

"The evil spirit is the evil spirit! It must have been the evil spirit that broke my legs! Otherwise I could have run away!"

"Oh, that must be the goddess' punishment for you people." Reed chuckled, disapprovingly.

The man didn't say anything else. After all, he was afraid that the abnormality that would happen to him tonight was really a punishment from the goddess of the night.

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

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

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

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

"Very well, you can have a nice night now, although there is only an hour left before dawn."

The police officer hung the whip in his hand on the wall. The tip of the black whip was still mixed with a small piece of flesh and blood was dripping from it.

"I'll take a look at the compiled files."

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

"It's time for a cup of coffee to cheer me up."

Reed put out his cigarette, put his legs together, stood up and left the interrogation room, went to Inspector John's office, and poured himself a glass of wine.

Coffee from the South Continent.

Then he sat comfortably on the sofa and waited for other police officers to come to take over in the early morning.

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

On his way home, he happened to pass by Baron Campbell's house again. When he reached the location where he captured the escaped gangster last night, he was startled.

The terrain here is open and there are no obstacles around it. So why did the man suddenly break both legs last night?

He vaguely remembered that the man's leg fractures were complete and pulverizing. Only a heavy blow with a blunt instrument could cause that kind of fracture!

A wandering evil spirit?

Reed felt a chill in his heart and couldn't help but glance around. The sun was shining brightly and everything was just right. He breathed out gently, stretched out his hand and tapped his chest four times to draw a crimson moon.

"Praise the goddess."

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"Why didn't someone come and notify me when such a big thing happened?"

"Don't you recognize me as your 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 at the young man with black hair and blue eyes sitting opposite him with an embarrassed look.

Greg Negan was the original owner's best friend. The two had been playmates since childhood. They were as close as brothers during their school days. It wasn't until the original owner left Queens and moved to the West End that the two gradually stopped interacting with each other.

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

This includes the original owner's subconscious desire not to trouble this good friend, and also Hastur's desire not to have easy contact with this good friend for the time being.

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

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

"In your eyes, do you think I, Greg Negan, am a friend not worth keeping?"

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

The more Greg talked, the angrier he became. If someone hadn't told him, he wouldn't have known that there were gangsters who wanted to kill his good friend last night!

"Drink some tea first to relieve your anger."

Hastur handed him a cup of Marquis black tea, and then said in a gentle tone: "Grek, no one is more suitable to be my friend than you. I have always been proud that we are friends."

"Humph!"

Greco's stern expression softened, and he took a sip of Marquis black tea, waiting for what Hastur would say next.

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

"The reason why I sought Graylint's temporary help is simply because I don't want our friendship to be eroded by money. You don't want me to lose the little pride I have left because of this, right?"

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

In just three sentences, Greg's anger had mostly dissipated, especially the last rhetorical question.

It almost made him wonder if he was the one who was not so firm in their friendship?

The friendship between the two of them has long been in need of proof.

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

Hastur waved his hand and said generously: "It doesn't matter, we are best friends."