Chapter 36 Nero’s Students
Milo went home and fell asleep until noon the next day.
After resting, the headache symptoms have been relieved a lot, but if I jump around a few times, I will still feel a tingling sensation in my head.
This feeling is the same as when Milo first suffered from nightmares.
"You should get used to it after a while."
Milo muttered in his heart.
Just think of it as some kind of sequelae.
He only listened to what the red-robed witch said last night as a story. What nightmares, peepers, and disasters, Milo had no time to study for the time being.
Right now, the Sherman family is in such huge trouble that he has to think carefully about countermeasures.
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"Brother, someone is calling you outside."
Little Finn came bounding in from the door.
Milo glanced outside and saw Rebecca's figure.
She waved to Milo and said, "Come with me, someone wants to see you."
"Meet me?" Milo could roughly guess who wanted to see her. , but after walking out of the house, he stopped again.
Rebecca knew what Milo was worried about, and reminded lightly: "Don't worry about the safety of your family."
Milo looked in the direction of Rebecca's gaze.
The vendors on both sides of the street, as well as the new neighbors who moved in next door, there were several new faces here overnight.
Although these people are dressed similarly to ordinary people, their steps are steady, and everyone has calluses on the palms of their hands.
“Is this a way to save face?”
Milo frowned.
As expected, these strange faces were all arranged by Rebecca.
“It’s not entirely for your sake.” Rebecca shook her head: “What Harrison did is equivalent to a slap in the face of the law enforcement agency. I also want to find some reasons to slap this slap back. "
"I understand what you mean." Milo shrugged.
“Then where are we going?”
"Cemetery on the outskirts of the city."
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Led by Rebecca, Milo came to the cemetery on the northern outskirts of the city.
This is different from the civilian cemetery where the tombs are scattered all over the mountains and plains. Instead, it is built into a neat public cemetery. Every tombstone is neat and uniform. It is said that the price of a tomb here can be as high as that of an ordinary tomb. A person’s annual expenses.
Milo didn't quite understand why they chose to meet in this place.
On the path paved with stone slabs, Rebecca was walking in front, and a middle-aged man with a cane stood beside a tombstone not far ahead.
It is Nero, the law enforcement inspector.
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“I heard you caused a lot of trouble.”
Nero was holding a cigar in his mouth, with a faint smile on his lips.
When he said this, he did not look specifically at Milo or Rebecca, which probably meant that both of them were in trouble.
Milo almost killed the son of the Sherman family, while Rebecca broke the rules and used force against the aristocracy. To a certain extent, both of them were in trouble.
However, Nero did not mean to raise an army to accuse him, but was more of a joke.
"It is indeed a disaster." Milo did not make any excuses. Even if what happened last night happened again, he would not let Cillian go.
"What I'm more curious about is how you got involved with that boy Dillashaw." Nero said while using his cane to scrape the grass between the gaps in the bluestone slabs.
“Fortunately, there was some connection, otherwise our family would still be squatting in jail right now.” Mailopi said with a smile.
"You are blaming me." Nero glanced at Milo lightly.
How could he not hear what Milo meant.
Yesterday, when various forces gathered in the law enforcement office, including the supervisory committee, law enforcement officers, nobles, and churches, all forces were competing secretly, but Nero, as the law enforcement inspector, did not show up from beginning to end, and even No instructions were conveyed to his men.
From Milo's perspective, this guy was just pretending to be dead.
Of course, he didn't feel that he had enough weight to allow Nero to take risks and provide shelter, but he just felt that Rebecca's behavior was very pleasing in comparison with each other.
"The Inspector has his plans." Rebecca was reminding Milo not to talk nonsense.
"In fact, in the confrontation between powers, the pros and cons of the scene are not important at all." The expression on Nero's face remained calm. He bit his cigar and squinted his eyes slightly:
"Even if Harrison really successfully took over the case yesterday. He took away all the forged incriminating materials. When he woke up the next day, he would only receive a notification that the case was put on hold and the appeal process would be delayed until the end of the month and until the law enforcement assessment was completed. ." Milo frowned slightly.
He probably understood what Nero meant.
“There is no need to compete at the scene.” Nero continued:
“There are too many people who can get involved in the trial of the case, and the old boy Harrison It doesn’t matter what people say. The solution to this matter is too simple. As long as you wait until the law enforcement assessment is over and your name appears on the list of current law enforcement officers, the few incriminating documents in his hand will naturally It turns into waste paper.”
Nero said.
What he said was not only to Milo, but also to Rebecca.
“The reason why the Sherman family dares to do this is because there is a gulf-like class gap between the two surnames Varrocan and Sherman, nobles and commoners, you know what I mean. Right? In this case, there is no benefit for anyone to stand up for you. Of course, people from the church like Dillashaw are another matter. What I want to say is that if you are a law enforcement officer , then this whole thing will not happen at all."
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"I understand." Milo nodded sincerely.
In the final analysis, the arrogance and domineering power of Cillian and Harrison stem from the class gap.
For them, civilians can do whatever they want, but if the target is a law enforcement officer, then they have to think carefully.
Nero said a very straightforward truth.
Although it sounds harsh, everyone knows in their hearts that this is the normal living situation.
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"It doesn't matter how much Harrison shows off his power. After he is satisfied, people in the law enforcement system will remember him, and there will be many people to deal with him in the future. He is just a clown." Nero took a sip of his cigar, blew out thick smoke into the air, and turned his attention to Milo again:
"If you want to take revenge or anything, that's all for the future. What I want to tell you is that in the next few days, until the law enforcement assessment is over, you can stay at home honestly and wait until you can truly grasp the law enforcement officer's hand. When you have power, you have a choice."
"..." Milo thought thoughtfully.
Nero has spoken plainly enough.
Milo fully understood what he wanted to explain, but what he didn't quite understand was why Nero told him this, just to recruit him into the ranks of law enforcement officers?
“Guess why I chose this place as the meeting place.”
Nero saw the doubts in Milo's heart.
In fact, on the night of the carriage murder, he directly gave Milo a spot in the assessment on a whim. He felt that this kid still had two brushes. After all, Rebecca was seriously injured that night, but Milo was Take her and Daisy back to the law enforcement center.
However, it was not until after Robben was killed that Nero repeatedly looked through the reporting documents submitted by Rebecca before he was sure that he had not misjudged the wrong person on a whim.
“I haven’t met anyone in the field of criminal investigation for many years, not even Rebecca. The last person with the same brain as you is now lying in this grave. "
When Nero said this, there was an obvious look of loneliness and regret on his face.
Milo glanced at the name on the tombstone calmly - Carl Barnes.
I don’t know and have never heard of it.
However, there is the church’s golden tree totem on the tombstone, as well as the judicial sickle totem of the law enforcement system, indicating that Carl was a law enforcement officer during his lifetime and was also a believer in the church.
Looking at the start and end times engraved on the tombstone, Carl was only 25 and passed away last year.
So young, no wonder Nero has such a regretful look.
"He is not a college graduate and has not majored in any criminal law subjects. When I first met him, he was not as good as you, a prison guard. At that time, he was just a handyman in an old city library."< br>
Nero recalled.
Milo murmured in his heart: The librarians are all awesome people, why are they not as good as the guards of the prison city.
“But he relied on self-study to master several subjects that law enforcement officers must take better than anyone else. Not only that, I threw him into the law enforcement officer training camp for only half a year. His professionalism, force, He had already reached the level of a top front-line law enforcement officer at that time. He had solved many complex and major cases in succession before officially joining the job. He was simply a natural law enforcement talent. I have never seen such a person in my decades of life. ”
When talking about Carl’s story, Nero’s face will always show a proud look unconsciously.
Because for Karl, he, Nero, plays a role as a guide and teacher.
Milo's brows moved slightly.
If this Karl is really as magical as Nero said, he is indeed a rare genius.
Because Milo knew very well what he relied on to solve the case. Although he had a little cleverness to help him, the most important and critical thing was to rely on the scenes of the murder he saw during the so-called "nightmare" stage. The hanging one was opened, but Carl didn't.
And Milo already has a deep understanding of how difficult it is to study the subjects for self-study. It is not something that can be remembered in ten and a half months, but Carl, who also became a monk halfway, did it.
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"If nothing else happens, he should be responsible for managing the Chengnan Law Enforcement Station now." Nero sighed.
Milo took a sneak peek at Rebecca and found that this woman with a strong desire to win didn't even show the slightest bit of composure after hearing these words.
Obviously, she should have been in contact with this Karl.
But that’s all, Milo couldn’t read any other emotions in Rebecca’s eyes.
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"Well, then why didn't he...?"
Milo still hasn't figured out what Nero's intention was in telling him these things.
After all, he has no connection with this young genius as a law enforcement officer.
(End of this chapter)