Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 296 Confession
It wasn't until Milo rode away from the law enforcement post that he realized his injuries weren't just the charred skin on his palms; he also had a cut on his back from a sickle. The cut wasn't deep or shallow, and it was probably already healed, so Milo hadn't felt any pain from beginning to end. He only became aware of the wound when he pulled it while mounting his horse.

"No wonder my butt felt wet after I changed my pants, it turns out the blood had seeped down there."

Milo touched his buttocks and found that his palm was covered in scarlet red.

"Ah this..."

...

But now it's time to go back and change my pants, and Milo isn't that fussy.

He quickly made his way to the slums along the muddy streets after the rain.

Compared to the restless atmosphere in the city center, the old men in the slums were much calmer. After all, no assassinations or murders had occurred here. In the locals' minds, even if something serious had happened, the law enforcement officers would probably just turn a blind eye.

For example, right now, even though the whole city is under martial law, there isn't a single law enforcement officer or city guard in sight on the streets of the slums.

Milo's return visit surprised the local residents even more.

The general reaction was, "What are law enforcement officers doing here?"

From a distance, Milo noticed that the windows of Grasso's small bungalow were completely dark.

On the wall, Lao Luo's shadow appeared, and he shook his head at Milo, indicating that no one was in the room.

"Where could they possibly run to..."

Milo stood with his hands on his hips on the street in the slum, staring at the puddles on both sides of the road.

The heavy rain had stopped by then, and the large amount of moisture had lowered the temperature of the entire city considerably. Standing on the street in the early morning, it felt rather chilly and damp.

There are two possibilities: either she's already dead, or she's found a suitable place to hide herself.

Milo was more inclined to believe the latter possibility because the woman's talent was an excellent means of escape. If someone who could become invisible couldn't escape assassination, then the hunter's strength was too outrageous.

Of course, if she had encountered the same psychic who fought Milo, then she would have been unlucky.

Because Grasso's ability to become invisible is ineffective against those with vision.

……

However, in such a large city, there were simply too many places for her to hide.

Milo was completely clueless.

He entered Grasso's room, but found no valuable clues.

Aside from everyday items like pots and pans, all Milo could find were some fragmented diaries, filled with sentences that Milo couldn't understand at all.

He put down his notebook, wandered around the room, and finally his gaze fell on a small patch of dried water on the floor in the corner.

The rough floor absorbed all the moisture, leaving only a blurry outline on the surface.

Um--

Milo recalled the various ways Grasso had acted in front of him after he had unintentionally triggered the Dream Guidance ability...

"They didn't even bother to clean up the crime scene, really."

He shook his head, looked around one last time, and finding nothing else unusual in the room, he decided to leave.

But then I thought—

"That's right, maybe we can try again and find her location."

...

Milo paced around the room, finally picking up Grasso's notebook from the table.

The notebook was full of meaningless scribbles and fragmented words and sentences, barely enough to form a complete and coherent sentence, but the content was indeed written by Grasso, and Milo could borrow it.

He held up the notebook, stared at the scribbled handwriting, slowly closed his eyes, and muttered to himself:

"Give it a try, give it a try."...

……

Five minutes later, Milo emerged from Grasso's residence, quickly mounted his horse, and left under the watchful eyes of many pairs of cold gazes from under the eaves of the slums.

About ten minutes later, Milo found Grasso in a monastery still under construction in the 64th parish in the eastern part of the city.

Milo bypassed the wooden stakes used for temporary support inside the chapel, which was not yet fully topped off, and finally found a small area of ​​a few square meters wrapped in thick cloth behind a column frame that had not yet been poured at the end of the corridor.

He lifted the tarpaulin, a playful smile on his face, and stared at the terrified expression on the face huddled beneath it.
"Hello, you little thief."

……

To be honest, Grasso had already prepared himself to fight to the death before Milo lifted the canvas.

After discovering that the other person was Milo, his tense nerves finally relaxed.

But I only relaxed for less than two seconds before I started to tense up again.

After all, Milo wasn't a good person either!

She still clearly remembered that this guy had used some strange method on her brain, making her unconsciously become... weird and disgusting! She even developed a strange sense of submission to Milo, which Grasso could not accept.

She kept telling herself—Milo is a devil, that guy is a complete devil, she couldn't let him interfere or bewitch her, she absolutely couldn't be fooled by his appearance, his appearance… um, what a handsome face… Ugh! Damn it! Damn it! That bastard has ruined my brain! It's all over, all over, sob sob sob…

Since their last strange conversation, Grasso had been in this indescribable mental state.

Her mind kept replaying all the "abuse" she had suffered during those non-existent few minutes, and what made it even more unbearable was that she seemed to be slowly becoming immersed in it and unable to extricate herself.

Grasso found herself so lowly and disgusting for the first time, but she just couldn't suppress those strange thoughts.

Undeniably, she seems to have become addicted to that feeling of guilt.

……

She only woke up when the assassins in black came to her door and fled in panic.

Using her talent for invisibility, she eventually escaped the men in black's pursuit and then hid in the unfinished monastery until Milo appeared.

……

Milo had no idea how much inner turmoil and self-contradiction Grasso was experiencing at that moment.

He glanced around at the interior of the monastery, then looked at Grasso, who was huddled under the canvas, and joked:
"You've got a good eye for location. After the church was built, this should have been the location of the confessional. Have you repented for all the bad things you've done lately?"

Grasso continued to stare at Milo with a horrified look.

She kept telling herself to be vigilant, to be careful of the man in front of her, because he was a devil who could manipulate people's hearts.

But the next second, Grasso's mind flashed back to the image of himself being pinned against the wall, and his heart suddenly raced.

……

"Uh—something's not right with you."

Milo squinted, noticing the strange, ever-changing expressions on Grasso's face.

"Still standing there? Put on your clothes and come with me, if you don't want to get killed."

He tossed his new trench coat, which he had brought from the law enforcement office, to Grasso.

The latter asked, stunned, "Kill me... oops! I mean, how did you find me?"

"What are you thinking about...?"

Milo's lips twitched twice.

(End of this chapter)