"Good afternoon, Mr.
Sheriff."
He said hello to the middle-aged white man with a sad face but still signing documents in his hand.
Hearing this, the other party raised his head and saw the young noble sitting opposite him.
"Zhao, although I'm sorry for bringing you to the police station to take notes, you can also see that I'm very busy here.
Let's talk about it later, okay?"
The man said helplessly to Zhao Qian, and then lowered his head after not letting Zhao Qian interrupt at all.
Zhao Qian sat there and watched.
The guy in front of him was signing his name on every document in the same manner, as if a star in the real world owed his signature.
"Hello."
Zhao Qian shouted to the middle-aged man, but the other man didn't even raise his head.
In fact, he could get a lot from the tone and demeanor of the police chief who just spoke to him.
For example, my identity seems to be friends with the somewhat weak police chief in front of me.
In fact, to put it harshly, it sounds like a weakling, and to put it nicely, it sounds like being unambitious.
"Hey, hey, hey."
After calling a few tentatively, Zhao Qian said after finding that the other party completely ignored him.
"The police don't just sit here and sign.
You know, after the British guys happened, the police have already started to make a fuss."
"But we can't."
The white man said, taking the quill pen and sucking some more ink into the ink bottle in front of him.
"Because our backstage gentleman may not be able to protect himself.
In the past few days, he has been asking for help."
As he spoke, he scratched the document in front of him with a contemptuous expression.
Zhao Qian could only see clearly what was on that piece of paper after carefully identifying it.
"Usos Galileo."
"If I could find out the whole story, what impact would it have on you?"
Seeing the other person working hard again, making witty remarks from time to time, and joking about his immediate boss and other figures, Zhao Qian became more and more certain that the person in front of him should be one of his rare friends. one.
Hearing the words from Zhao Qian's mouth, the middle-aged man suddenly raised his head.
He glanced at the expression of his friend in front of him, as if to confirm the authenticity of the joke he said.
"What you said is true" the sergeant asked, shaking out the suit he had hanging on the chair behind him.
This is more like a little habit he has when he is upset.
There isn't even a mirror or a coat rack in this room. nodded.
Zhao Qian did not answer directly, and the expression on his face was extremely funny.
"Tell me about the situation near the duel ground, although I just walked out of there alive this morning."
Hearing the question from his old friend, the police chief relaxed as if seeing hope.
He felt that his friend had a skill that he didn't often use.
With this skill, at least he didn't have to sign so many documents just to keep his position.
But just in case, I still finish it within these few days.
He made up his mind, but Galileo's face didn't look so sad.
"Um."
After thinking for a while, the sergeant said.
"About one minute after the explosion in the duel arena, a group of people suddenly appeared near the duel arena.
They stopped passers-by and stuffed things into their hands."
"The City Guards didn't notice this thing at first, but in the end someone stuffed something into a plainclothes police detective who was following the City Guards, and we became aware of it."
Galileo smiled bitterly, feeling quite unspeakable.
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Not only do people kill people under your nose, but they also hang out in front of your eyes after killing them, and you don't even know.
"What" "Paper flyers."
Seeing Zhao Qian's surprised expression, the police sergeant looked at the door directly opposite him and then whispered.
"Pagan Missionary Tracts."
"Buddhism, Voodoo, Taoism or Puritanism" Shaking his head, the police chief's eyes flashed with fear.
"It's the White Lotus Sect that came from the east not long ago."
As if he was afraid that his friends would not believe him, Galileo spoke much faster, and he appeared a little excited.
"You know, when I reacted and asked the city guards around me to arrest the man, the guy decisively shot himself in front of me."
As if the scene was still in front of him, he took a shuddering sip of the remaining water in the cup.
Obviously, the sight of the man's head exploding after taking the bullet frightened the man who was used to seeing dead bodies.
Zhao Qianqian listened expressionlessly, and the whole office was filled with the smell of alcohol.
What he drank was not water, but wine.
This can be regarded as one of the privileges of the Sheriff.
"Where are the others?"
"Run away.
After the man died, he disappeared without a trace."
He stretched out his hand to pick up the cup and take a sip, but Galileo's hand grasped the cup and pressed it down.
"Let's go."
Zhao Qian stood up and pushed the chair back.
"Where to go" "Duel Arena." replied the young stranger.
From the perspective of a real-world person like him, there should be a lot more there.
The only hope now is that it's still too late, and the other party hasn't cleaned up the traces yet
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