In the living room of the mansion, Hitzfeld, Ethan, Darent and several people in black and gray clothes sat on the sofa together, waiting quietly in the silent atmosphere.
Not long after, the wooden door of the next room opened and a bald man in a white coat walked out.
"Doctor Bolie..."
"Dr. Bolie, how is the situation?"
Seeing him come out, the gray-clothed men immediately came up to him and asked what was going on.
"Daisy is fine, she just hurt her intestines, she will recover after resting for a while." The man nodded first, then said, "But Madam Xinlai's situation is... Please forgive me for being unable to help."
"It's not your fault!" A police officer in black stood up, his loud voice echoing throughout the room, "Anyone would be in the same situation with that kind of injury. Thank you, Doctor Bolie... Thank you, this is your reward, please go back and have a good rest."
"This bastard..." Darent stared at his back and gritted his teeth, "He acts as if he is the sheriff!"
The police officer in black is named Karen Baker. She is very young, only 27 years old, but has already become the local mission chief in Farrington.
The Mission Department is the largest department in the Shadow Lion system. It can be said that all agents going on missions have to flow out from this department. The Director of the Mission Department of a region is equivalent to the highest person in charge of the Shadow Lion in the local area, and his administrative status can even be on par with that of the head of the district of the cult.
This is not an ordinary gray policeman who can be ordered around with Ethan's detective ID. The other party is also a secret policeman, and his position is higher than Ethan.
So the situation now is very clear - because Sheriff Daisy was attacked, the incident was completely blown up in the police system of Farrington, and directly attracted Karen Baker, who seemed to be planning to take over the case personally.
Hitzfeld reserved her opinion on this because she didn't know what Karen Baker was thinking.
For example, why was this case ignored when Mr. Pangson repeatedly sought help.
For example, his sudden decision to take over the case...is it related to hearing that the murderer was injured?
Of course, it is very rude to speculate on a person's moral cultivation with unilateral malice. Hitzfeld was just thinking about it simply and could not see anything from his appearance.
But just because she doesn't want to provoke others doesn't mean that others think the same way.
After seeing off Dr. Bolie and sending the remaining gray-clad police officers outside, Karen Baker turned around and walked up to her. Without asking any questions, she just sat down.
Darent curled his lips.
Ethan frowned.
Lily stood up from her prone position, pricked up her ears, and grinned at him.
"Oh, with all due respect, you should discipline your dog, Ms. Hitzfeld." Karen didn't take it seriously at all, and even crossed her legs. "...I heard that you have completed the basic investigation, and I need all the information you have."
Judging from his appearance alone, he is a very attractive man.
He has black hair, black eyes, wheat-colored skin, a tall stature, and facial features as three-dimensional as a sculpture. His two rows of white and neat teeth and double eyelids make him quite charming when he smiles. You don't need to ask to know that he has no trouble finding love.
"You should learn how to get along with others politely first." Ethan said with a dark face, "I wouldn't do such stupid things when I was your age!"
"That's why we are different." Karen grinned, very gently, but with a restrained edge: "I am just an ordinary person who was lucky enough to become the director, and you... Heidegger, almost became their accomplice--"
"Shut up." A voice suddenly interrupted.
"...What?" Karen frowned and turned her gaze to the gray-haired girl. "I didn't hear clearly, Miss Hitzfeld, could you please -"
"Crack!"
"..."
He couldn't speak anymore.
Because Hitzfeld stood up and pointed the strange-shaped gun straight at him.
"Calm down, Detective..."
With her eyes half-closed, Karen's fake smile finally disappeared completely.
"You pointed your gun at a director... Do you know how many laws you violated with this action?"
"There is no legal provision that can punish me." Hitzfeld interrupted him again. Not only did he not fall for his threat, but he took two steps forward and put the cold muzzle of the gun directly against his head, allowing him to clearly feel the coldness of the metal on his forehead.
"Crack!"
The men in black standing nearby could no longer bear it and pulled out their guns, aiming at Hitzfeld. One of them even yelled, "Put your gun down!"
In response, Ethan and Darent rushed out to stand on both sides of the girl, aiming their two guns at these people from a distance, and the latter had a provocative look on their faces.
"calm……"
The corners of Karen's mouth twitched, and she slowly raised her hands to the air and kept making downward gestures.
"I admit that I was a little rude... but... we are all in the same industry? There's no need to make it like this..."
"You think I'm crazy?"
Hitzfeld interrupted him a third time, tapping him lightly on the head with the white whale.
"What exactly is not applicable to the Kingdom's laws? As the head of the mission department of a place, don't you have any points?"
"you……"
Karen frowned at first, annoyance and confusion showing on her face.
Then he seemed to have thought of something and looked at the strange pistol with wide eyes.
“This gun!?”
"Could it be——"
"Yes, it was given to me by Her Majesty the Queen."
Hitzfeld grinned.
Karen began to sweat.
Weapons bestowed by the emperor usually have symbolic meanings - even if they don't, and the other party doesn't have that privilege, but if you are killed by this gun, you certainly can't expect to drag the other party to be buried with you.
Because this matter will undoubtedly be brought to the imperial court, as long as the new owner of the White Shadow Palace orders a thorough investigation of the matter, his series of operating procedures will be exposed.
Plus the other party's identity...
The famous person who can be granted weapons by the emperor...
The end result speaks for itself.
"I am different from the people you have threatened in the past, so don't test my patience."
Ignoring his extremely ugly expression, Hitzfeld put down the gun and said coldly.
"I can give you the information."
"If you have the guts, come and compete fairly."
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There's one more chapter during the day!
Chapter 26 Entrustment
After getting the intelligence information, Karen Baker did not stop and slipped away with his subordinates.
Darent was very dissatisfied with Hitzfeld for letting him go so easily, and what made him even more dissatisfied was that she actually gave him a lot of information.
"We spent a lot of time looking for that, why should we give it to him?"
In the living room, the wooden man was walking in circles with his hands behind his back, followed by a Sheldon dog taking its first steps.
"You are not really going to play a detective game with him, are you, my dear Hitzfeld?"
"The information I gave him is basically what we found out from the outside world." Hitzfeld was checking the White Whale's magazine. He glanced up at him and said, "What if he doesn't tell me? Is it going to waste another half day of his time?"
"If you want to compete with him, isn't half a day's advantage big enough?"
"Dallent!" Ethan couldn't stand it anymore and scolded him, "Do you think Hitzfeld is the kind of person who would delay solving the case just to win?"
"So you told him about the powdered sugar, too." Darent spread his hands. "Then what advantages do we have? I mean, besides the fact that we have a pretty and lovely detective among us..."
"I don't know how you worked with others to solve cases in the library in the past." Hitzfeld interrupted him, "But here, as long as you still want to partner with me, you must understand that all our actions must be deployed and executed around the concept of 'catching the murderer'."
She wasn't just saying nice things, she really meant it.
This tendency already existed, and seeing Ethan still keep the photo of Villefort yesterday reinforced it. Hitzfeld thus realized that although the final outcome of the Death Tree case was satisfactory and they could be said to have won a great victory, that was not the real reality.
So what is the real reality?
It was Herm who was dead.
It was Vesta who died.
It was Villefort who was dead.
It was Gaunt who was dead.
So many people died, people she knew and people she didn't know, that her heart began to grow numb.
She felt that perhaps this numbness was similar to the indifference shown by Xia Yibing and others when she first met Team 17 and witnessed the death of autopsy officer Mu Ke.
But were they really not touched at all at that time?
How could it not be touching?
Numbness is not real numbness, it’s just that I have cried all my tears dry and realized that weakness has no meaning in war.
They still care deep down.
The emotional impact of Baptiste Villefort's death on everyone was much deeper than what she had witnessed.
To Xia Yibing, his death was no less than losing another father.
Her expression was not obvious because this death was mixed in with more death lists, mixed in with the list of tragedies that had been uncovered in the Imaar family, and was simply covered up by more unforgettable sorrow.
Same thing with Ethan.
In the past memories she saw, Villefort had always taken care of Ethan as a bohemian brother, and he must have had deep feelings for him.
But Ethan didn't have much energy to cherish his memory, because he had to bear the impact of the truth about his father's slander and kept running around to collect evidence to overturn his case. He also had to accept a lot of messy interrogations because of the mistakes he made in the Death Tree case, and he was about to be dismissed and put in solitary confinement.
He didn't even have time to shed tears, so he could only remember him in that way - sticking his photo in the cigarette box and looking at it every time he took a cigarette.
This gave Hitzfeld a clear understanding of the nature of this industry.
Did she become a detective just to get noticed?
Are you working so hard just to win the detective game with others... the detective competition?
How could she have the nerve to face those who sacrificed? How could she have the face to enjoy the peace that they protected?
So to hell with it all.
Karen Baker might be a real bitch, whatever—
He wanted to take credit, wanted to show off, wanted to continue to climb up.
It’s okay.
As long as what he did was really helpful in solving the case, as long as this help had a slight chance of saving a few lives.
She actually doesn't care that much about winning or losing.
"Why do I feel like you are becoming more and more like my mother?"
Darent's next words made her spit out the water she had just drunk.
It happened so suddenly that Ethan, who was sitting opposite her, witnessed it with his own eyes—two small streams of water even spurted out of her nostrils.
"Cough, cough, Mapus!" He coughed and gave the wooden man a murderous look. Hitzfeld really wanted to sew his mouth shut. "Cough, cough, cough!"
"Don't be like that... I just think you all like to talk about big principles. There is a little bit of similarity... really... just a little bit."
Seeing her trying to take the white whale on the table, Darent's face changed and he immediately gave in.
Lily tilted her head to the side, looking at the wooden man and then at her owner, vaguely feeling that the former had a similar aura.
"How many--"
Just then, the door of the room opened and a nurse in a white coat came out.
"She's awake again."
"She wants to talk to you."
……
Sheriff Daisy's injuries were neither minor nor serious, which might be why she was not sent to the hospital immediately.
There is still an investigation task at the scene, and she is part of the supporting evidence, so staying here can save time.
