Chapter 246: Intimidation
In the corridor, Milo grabbed Rick who was swinging back and forth.
He turned Rick's head towards him and looked at this guy's eyes carefully.
It turns out that this guy is indeed in something wrong.
There was a hint of dark green in his pupils, which was hidden deeply, but Milo could still see it.
However, although this guy smelled like a living corpse, he did not lose his sense of self.
The leader of his body is still Rick himself.
When he saw Milo, Rick showed excitement on his face:
"Milo, right? Milo from the Criminal Investigation Department upstairs, I'm looking everywhere As for you, listen, what I want to say is, thank you for saving my life!"
"It just so happened that I also had something to do with you." Milo nodded.
"What's the matter?" Rick was stunned.
"I have to figure out what kind of thing I rescued."
Milo said and carried Rick out of the custody area.
......
He found an empty sanitary ware room on the floor below.
Milo threw Rick in.
As soon as he closed the door, he pulled off Rick's windbreaker.
On the exposed skin of Rick's neck, Milo saw those dark green hideous blood vessels swimming.
He pinched Rick's neck with one hand and put the other hand on the crowbar at his waist. He stared at the man in front of him coldly and asked word by word:
< br>"Give you a minute to prove that you are Rick."
Rick was stunned by Milo's behavior.
His major is clinical medicine, and he is a specially recruited talent who has not passed the law enforcement assessment.
Although he also received induction training for law enforcement officers, it was already 6 years ago. After the induction training, he never touched a firearm again, let alone skills such as fighting and killing. He is the only one in the law enforcement agency who can't even do 10 push-ups.
With Milo holding him against the wall with one hand, there was no room for resistance at all.
"Calm down! Calm down! I understand what you mean!"
He clasped his hands on his chest, like an innocent girl being molested, and almost let out a piercing scream.
Milo shamelessly started the countdown: "You still have 50 seconds."
As he spoke, he showed the rusty crowbar in his left hand.
Rick has never seen this kind of posture before.
Although he has been with corpses all year round, it does not mean that he is not afraid of becoming a member of the morgue.
When he saw the crowbar, his legs instantly became weak.
My words started to become incoherent:
"I understand! I understand completely! Listen to me... My full name is Rick Martino, and my law enforcement number is **** , your full name is Melovar Rokan, you joined the company at the beginning of this year, right? I took over the body of the victim in the Robben case, uh... His daughter, you found it from the sewer pipe network, right? Yes, and there is..."
"Now, if you really understand what I mean, then you must know that telling this information does not mean that you are Rick himself." Milo shook his head. He nodded: "30 seconds."
"I understand, I understand, please believe me! I know what you are worried about. You think I have been assimilated, and my memory will also be assimilated and absorbed, but Please believe me, you will understand if you take a look at the contents of the left inner pocket of my windbreaker!”
Rick's pitiful eyes kept darting back and forth between Milo's face and the crowbar, nervous as hell.
As a law enforcement officer, he knew very well that Milo was capable and had the right to smash his head into pieces here, as long as Milo thought there was something wrong with him. Milo narrowed his eyes.
He doubtfully opened Rick's windbreaker and took out a wet iron box from his inner pocket.
After opening the iron box, the first thing Milo smelled was a pungent rancid smell.
Inside the iron box lay half of a finger in a state of decay. Half of the finger's muscle tissue had turned into a green viscous liquid, and the finger bones were exposed in the air, which looked particularly permeable.
Rick slowly raised his left hand and showed Milo his missing index finger.
“While investigating, I accidentally pricked my skin with the long needle. After I realized something was wrong, I cut off my finger, although some residual toxins still entered my physiology. System, but please believe me, I am still the Rick you are familiar with."
He was extremely careful, even raising his hand very slowly, for fear that Milo would think he was having other evil ideas. .
Milo stared at the half finger in the iron box, and then looked up at Rick.
After a while, he released his grip on Rick's neck, slowly took a step back, and said lightly:
"Actually, your colleagues in the law enforcement office are not very familiar with you."
"This..." The corner of Rick's mouth twitched twice: "It's so hurtful. Is it because I've been working among the corpses and am not gregarious enough?"
"No, it's mainly because you usually Those songs I listened to." Milo replied seriously.
"Oh, that makes sense." Rick showed an understanding expression and shrugged: "Not everyone can accept new varieties of opera."
...
“I read the report you didn’t finish.”
Milo shook the iron box in his hand and asked, “Were you infected by the residual toxin in the long needle? It was infected, but it was not transformed. Is it because there is not enough toxin?"
"I think this is the reason." Rick nodded: "I found that the tissue on the finger started to ulcerate. After the trend, I cut it off immediately. Unfortunately, I hesitated for a few seconds because I was afraid of pain, which caused the toxin to spread in the body." "How many seconds?" Milo raised his eyebrows.
"Okay, I listened to two songs and eased my emotions before taking the knife." Rick shrank his neck.
"But overall, you are quite manly." Milo said lightly.
"Then after I get off work, can I go to the pub with the people upstairs to have a drink? It's entertainment time between men, right? Talking about thrilling crime-solving experiences in the pub is even more manly." Rui K asked.
“It’s not too late for us to discuss this in the future.” Milo poured cold water on the other party mercilessly and brought the topic back:
“Are you sure you won’t be able to do this in this state? Will it continue to get worse?”
"Hmm..." Rick shook his head: "I'm not sure either. Last night I found that close firelight would cause the finger to begin to rot, and I heard some strange noises for a long time. , I was pretty sure it was an illusion, but I couldn’t control myself at the time, as if something was driving my body to find the source of the sound. I ran towards the dock like crazy, behind me ...You also know what happened next... Anyway, after the rain stopped today, I spent the entire afternoon basking in the sun on the roof. Apart from feeling hot and dry, my body did not appear to be in a state of decay, so I thought ...I should be fine, right."
"Can you still hear those strange noises now?" Milo asked solemnly.
"Can't hear it now." Rick shook his head.
“Since when did you stop hearing?”
“Around 7 o’clock in the evening.”
...
Milo recalled roughly the time when Glachi swallowed the bomb, and muttered:
"Well...I think you have no big problem."
< br>(End of this chapter)