Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 251 DD Terminator

The next day.

For the first time in a week, the Valrocan family gathered around the table for breakfast.

The breakfast conversation agenda included:

The whole family scolded Finn (about the fact that his backpack was stuffed with a lot of snacks), and gave him 2 minutes to argue his point;
Kang criticized Milo for not coming home for meals and for cooking an extra portion for one person every day, resulting in food waste, leaving him no chance to argue.

Kang took Xiao Fen to school;
Milo criticizes Emma (regarding her continued possession of explosives);
Then he was criticized in return, for reasons unknown, but he just couldn't win the argument.

……

After the meeting concluded, Emma voluntarily cleaned up the dishes, while Milo packed his things to return to the law enforcement station.

“Little Yi has been coming here a lot these past few days,” Emma said, peeking out from the kitchen.

“And then.” Milo straightened his tie, pondering why he felt something was missing even though he was fully equipped.

“You two seem to get along quite well,” Emma’s voice came from the kitchen.

Milo suddenly slapped his forehead: "Oh, I forgot about this thing."

As he spoke, he crawled under the sofa and pulled out the crowbar, then turned to Emma and said:

"Isn't she obsessed with becoming a law enforcement officer...?"

“If you dare to sleep with her, I’ll blow you up,” Emma interrupted Milo, issuing a succinct warning.

Milo initially looked completely bewildered, then slowly revealed a playful smile, shook his head, and said:
"No, no, no, she's not in the rain, or rather, I'm not in the rain... but that still doesn't seem right."

He patted his forehead and sighed:
"Sigh, why can't I get Yan's jokes right?"

……

When Milo returned to the South City Law Enforcement Office, it was already bustling with activity, with various documents being passed back and forth, resembling the atmosphere of a vegetable market.

As soon as he entered the courtroom, old Theon's curses came from upstairs:
"Give me the list of missing persons! I already said that 10 minutes ago, and I'm not saying it again! Damn Butch!"

"Hurry up, damn Butch."

Milo added a fiery remark into the law enforcement hall before disappearing into the basement.

To his surprise, after Rebecca collapsed, Theon, who usually paid no attention to the affairs of the law enforcement agency, showed a rather strong command ability.

Nero was right. Although these older law enforcement officers had no chance of promotion, they had countless things that their successors could learn from them.

Of course, tobacco and alcohol are excluded.

Milo's main purpose in coming to the basement was to confirm whether the half-zombie guy was still alive.

Thankfully, Rick is fairly obedient.

He really did stay obediently in the basement of the law enforcement office, just as Milo had ordered, and didn't go anywhere else.

Compared to yesterday, there is no further deterioration in my physical condition. Apart from darker dark circles under my eyes, there are no other abnormalities.

As long as he dresses neatly, buttons up his collar, and puts on a tie, the only difference between him and the original Rick is a slight addition of dark green contact lenses. Given his extremely low profile in the law enforcement office, this subtle change is unlikely to attract the attention of his colleagues.

Milo nodded in satisfaction.

He then discovered several empty plates in the studio, and on the table was a handwritten record of Rick's hourly physiological responses.

The records show:

“4月2日凌晨3点25分，强烈的饥饿感迫使我打破了坚持5年的饮食规律，我向食堂要了一份肉酱空心粉；”

At 4 a.m., hunger struck again, so I woke up Mr. Covington in the cafeteria once more and had him cut me a serving of cooked beef.

"At 4:30 a.m., I was starving, and Mr. Covington called me a whore; "I seem to have an almost insane need for protein. In extreme hunger, my body feels intensely cold. At 5 a.m., I tested this sensory turmoil, and the result was..."

"It's 5:20 AM now. Clearly, the result was dizziness, lasting 20 minutes. I'm awake now."

"At 6 a.m., the hunger hadn't subsided, and I was completely unable to concentrate on my work. I kept finding myself drawn to the morgue across the street, and I didn't know what caused this urge. (Note: I didn't experience any hallucinations.)"

"At 7 o'clock, I developed a strong interest in the corpses, but unlike the interest I had when I was still a student, I developed a desire to eat them..."

"At 7:23, I finally figured out the source of my hunger, and I made a bold attempt—"

A specific way of consuming protein helped stabilize my mood, mental state, and other aspects of my health, allowing me to return to normal and resume my work.

……

Snapped.

Milo threw the notebook in front of Rick:

"What happened next? Why did you stop writing? What is meant by a special way of consuming protein? What kind of protein?"

Faced with Milo's questioning, Rick sat "obediently" at his workbench, his hands resting on his thighs, his expression unchanged. He occasionally smacked his lips and calmly looked at Milo without saying a word.

"What did you eat?" Milo asked again.

But Rick remained tight-lipped and refused to confess.

Milo turned and walked toward the morgue next door.

……

Two minutes later.

Milo stormed out of the morgue in a rage:
"You ate the corpse's testicles? What the hell were you thinking?!"

"Shhh!!!"

Rick held up his index finger, signaling Milo to be quiet:
"The testicles contain far more types of proteins than the brain, including 77% of human proteins and nearly 1000 unique proteins. I thought that if my hunger stemmed from a craving for a specific protein, then the probability that the testicles contained the one I needed among their 1000 proteins was very high. As it turns out, my deduction was correct."

"..."

Milo took a deep breath.

I'm speechless.

Although he had prepared himself mentally, Rick, now a half-zombie, was no longer the normal human he once was, and he was bound to cause some trouble sooner or later.

But Milo didn't expect this guy to pull off such a bizarre and outrageous act.

……

Milo considered himself the most unconventional person in the world, but he still succumbed to the freak in front of him.

The problem is that Rick himself is still in control of this body, only his physiological habits have changed.

Milo rubbed his head:

“Listen to me, Testicle Terminator. I can ignore what you do in the morgue, but if I ever get a case about some gentleman in the city waking up to find his testicles gone, I'll shoot you the moment you're done, understand?”

"I understand completely."

Rick nodded emphatically: "I won't lay a hand on a living person. I swear on my balls."

Milo left the basement looking dejected.

(End of this chapter)