Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 247 Blood and Flesh
"you sure?"

Rick's eyes widened.

Milo shook his head:

“I’m not sure, so I think it’s better to be straightforward and smash your head in to eliminate any potential problems.”

As he spoke, he picked up the crowbar.

Rick was scared half to death:

"Please, please! I'll never play opera in the basement again, please don't kill me! Please don't kill me, I still have a long career ahead of me!!"

For some reason, Rick felt a natural fear of crowbars.

He even felt that even if Milo were carrying a pistol or a machete, it wouldn't be as intimidating as the crowbar in front of him.

But I clearly don't have any traumatic memories related to crowbars from my childhood...

...

"I'm just kidding."

Milo muttered something under his breath, slung the crowbar back over his waist, closed the metal box, and tossed it back to Rick.
"Keep your fingers to yourself. I'll let you off the hook for now, but only temporarily. For the next few days, you'd better stay in the law enforcement office and don't go anywhere. If you feel anything unusual, come upstairs to me or find Theon immediately. Do you understand what I mean?"

"I understand, I totally understand!"

Rick nodded emphatically.

Milo crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, examining the occasionally wriggling veins on Rick's body: "The toxins should have caused a slight mutation in your body. You're an expert in this area, so remember to record all the changes in your condition... Also, the zombie smell on you is too strong, like a living dead person... But it doesn't seem to be a big problem. You already have a dead smell all over your body, so no one should find it strange."

"Thank you, that really comforted me." Rick nodded, sounding a little aggrieved.

He had very noticeable dark circles around his eyes, which were slightly sunken, and his complexion was paler than usual.

Apart from that, there seemed to be nothing else unusual.

Milo was somewhat surprised by the man's miraculous encounter; after all, he was a living person somewhere between a servant of Glaqi and a human.

Heaven knows what kind of unusual changes that tiny bit of toxin would bring to his body.

But just to be on the safe side, Milo will have to keep a close eye on this guy for the next while.

After all, Nero had personally given instructions that if this matter was to be brought to a smooth conclusion, there could be no more trouble in Nanwei City.

I wonder what he would think if he knew that there was a half-dead zombie working in one of the law enforcement offices under his jurisdiction...

……

"May I go see Commander Rebecca?"

Rick asked Milo cautiously.

"No need to look, there's nothing to see. She won't die, and she doesn't like people seeing the scar on her face. If you don't want her to cause you trouble later, just pretend you were never here." Milo waved his hand, indicating there was no need to go upstairs.

"Oh, that's fine too."

Rick nodded, then asked, "Did you kill the monster at the bottom of the river?"

“Kill?” Milo scoffed. “You overestimate me. I’m lucky I could pull you out of the river alive. Kill me? What a load of crap.”

"I see," Rick muttered, seemingly convinced.

Suddenly, the door to the bathroom fixtures room was pushed open by a cleaning lady.

The woman carrying a mop and a bucket saw two young law enforcement officers hiding in a corner, one of whom, who looked rather frail, had his shirt open, exposing his breasts, and she immediately screamed:
"My God, why did I have to witness such a thing? Golden Tree, please cleanse my eyes!" The old woman slammed the door shut and left with a strange cry.

Her incoherent prayer echoed in the corridor for a long time.

……

Milo noticed a very strange detail: the moment the cleaning lady suddenly pushed open the door, Rick's right eye was still focused on him, but his left eye suddenly turned towards the door, and there was even a hint of fright in his eyes.

It's like each eyeball is doing its own thing, like a chameleon...

However, Rick himself seemed completely unaware of this horrifying scene.

After the woman left, his eyes returned to normal.

Only Milo stood there, constantly frowning.

Rick, completely bewildered, even said with a worried expression:

"Oh no, tomorrow everyone at St. George's Hospital will know that Nan Tong is on the law enforcement team. Should we go after her and explain? This is a matter of the law enforcement team's reputation."

Milo rolled his eyes:
"I really should smash your head with a crowbar to prevent future trouble."

“That’s even worse. If an old lady catches an officer abusing a colleague, the problem becomes much more serious,” Rick said seriously.

"Hey, you'd better hurry back to the law enforcement office. I hope I'll see you alive tomorrow." Milo waved his hand and walked out of the sanitary ware room: "I have other things to do."

Rick, while tying his tie, caught up and asked, "Need any help, Mr. Valrokan? You must be trying to track down that monster at the bottom of the river, right? It's the one who killed Aya Ferguson, isn't it? The law enforcement team never tolerates criminals. If you need any help, please don't hesitate to ask. I feel full of energy right now."

“No, find somewhere and bury that finger first, then get back to the police station. Nero will send someone to tell you what kind of autopsy report he needs. You have plenty of work to do, don't follow me around aimlessly.” Milo flatly refused Rick, saying resolutely:

"I'm only keeping your head for now, understand? Once I discover you've done anything abnormal, I'll kill you without hesitation and then ask Nero to send a new coroner."

"Understood, I'll go back right away."

Rick, whose eyes were glowing green, stopped in his tracks instantly and watched Milo leave St. George's Hospital with a solemn expression.

……

...

night.

The lamplighters had not yet turned on the streetlights in the nearby blocks.

Milo led his horse along the damp, chilly street, sorting through the whole incident in his mind, trying to make sure he hadn't missed any detail.

It's now almost certain that Glagi has left, and it even ate its own familiar, Sansa. Normally, those undead should have turned into green, decaying matter, but the appearance of Rick, this half-dead, has made Milo's judgment on the matter somewhat waver.

Perhaps there are still undead hiding in Nanwei City?
Perhaps they will not lose their vitality after Geraqi leaves.

This question may only be answered by one person.

……

And this person should be showing up soon.

To be precise, she couldn't wait.

Because the metal lunchbox in the backpack that Milo was carrying, which belonged to Finn, was stuffed full of the flesh and blood of the Great Old Ones.

(End of this chapter)