Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 297 The Demon!

"Tell me, how many hunters have come after you?"

Milo led Grasso out of the monastery's long corridor.

The latter followed Milo obediently, not daring to have any wicked thoughts.

She kept staring at the spot on the back of Milo's shirt that was stained with blood.

“Me?... I was about to go out to find something, and just as I was getting ready, someone broke into my house. I could only stand there and wait until they left... But when I went out to check the situation, I found that the person was still watching in the nearby streets. The rain hadn't completely stopped yet, and I got soaked. He saw me... I finally ran all the way here to shake him off.”

Grasso spoke haltingly, his tone clearly revealing lingering fear.

"You encountered them too? Those...hunters?"

She looked up at Milo.

Milo touched the bloodstains on his back: "Yes."

"Why are they called hunters?" Grasso asked, puzzled.

“It’s probably because they were on a hunt.” Milo shook the blood off his hands and explained slowly, “There are already dozens of people like us lying in the morgues of various law enforcement agencies. You’re really lucky to be alive.”

"How did you find me?" Grasso asked thoughtfully.

But what she really wanted to ask was—why did you come to find me?

"The question you're asking is like asking you why you can turn invisible, you know?" Milo shrugged. "Anyway, I heard someone crying in a corner, and that's how I found you."

"This……"

Grasso was completely bewildered.

She no longer dwells on the experience of being pressed against the curb as she used to, but a strange feeling has arisen that keeps resisting her fear of Milo.

Milo, of course, also noticed Grasso's unusual behavior.

In fact, he didn't hear any crying or wailing; he heard every single word Grasso was saying in his mind.

In fact, he himself couldn't explain why this dream-inducing ability would lead to such a complicated situation.

"Uh... I need to explain. What happened that day was purely accidental. I didn't actually do anything to you, you know that, right?"

Of course, he didn't say the second half of his sentence: "Your flooding is none of my business."

Grasso immediately became wary and even took a half step back: "Then I should stay away from you."

However, Milo suddenly nodded: "You're right, but don't go too far away."

"What do you mean?" Grasso frowned.

Milo stopped and turned around to patiently explain:

"What I mean is, you're one of only two... no, three of my known prey who are still alive. I want to find those hidden hunters, and according to our calculations, they'll definitely come after you again. So you need to stay away from me, but not too far, so I can protect you while..."

"You want to use me as bait?!" Grasso scoffed. She wasn't stupid; forget about protecting me, she'd just say she was fishing.

—This man is truly a devil; he had no good intentions whatsoever. He found me to use me as bait! A devil!!
“Hey, as a citizen of Nanwei City, you have an obligation to cooperate with the law enforcement team in arresting criminals.” Milo gripped the wrist of his injured hand, striking a righteous pose, even though he knew that such words wouldn’t fool a three-year-old in Nanwei City.

So he came up with another excuse: "And..."

Before he could finish speaking, Grasso, who had been vehemently resistant just a moment ago, suddenly changed his mind and nodded seriously, saying, "Then I'll help you."

"Ok?"

Ok?
Of those two "hmm?" sounds, one came from Milo.

The other thought came to Grasso's mind after he finished speaking: "Wait, why am I helping him? Am I crazy? Using this ruthless psychopath as bait is suicide!"
After saying "I'll help you," Grasso himself was stunned.

She couldn't believe she had said those words.

Why?

……

Just as she stood there, lost in deep self-doubt, Milo patted her on the shoulder: "I knew you were a law-abiding citizen. Don't worry, I'll apply for a J-girl medal for you after this is done. If needed, I can even tell you the locations of the vaults of various noble estates. Just go ahead and show me what you've got."

"Wait a minute..."

Grasso was still in a daze.

"What are you waiting for? Let's get ready and start tonight." Milo didn't care about her saying "wait a while" or not; once he had made a clear promise, there was no going back.

"no……"

Grasso was still wondering why he had so readily agreed to Milo's request.

Her mind was in complete chaos.

“Nothing’s wrong.” Milo reached out and ran his paw through Grasso’s messy, long, blond hair, which was soaked with sweat and rain. “I remember you said your invisibility ability requires your body to be covered in bodily fluids, right? Do you want to drink some more water to replenish your fluids, or can you work up a sweat right now? If not, you can spit on yourself and spread it on. Saliva counts, right?”

“That…” Grasso was in a state of utter confusion.

She watched Milo, who was eloquently outlining his action plan, her eyes shifting between confusion, fear, and confusion again. She desperately wanted to back out, but the words stuck in her throat, and she didn't know why she was holding them back.

“Oh right, you can’t wear my trench coat yet. It’s too obvious. The whole world will know it’s a law enforcement officer’s uniform. We’ll have to go back and change you into something else later.” Milo was still thinking seriously.

Grasso was completely bewildered by him.

"Also, it would be best to set up a scenario, like... yes, you could pretend to be injured and go to the hospital for help, or go to the law enforcement office to report a crime. That's a good option. So it's settled then. You go around the neighborhood near the South City Law Enforcement Office, then go into the office to report a crime, and then I'll have someone kick you out. That's right, this setup is great. After you're kicked out, you walk alone to a sparsely populated area, and I'll follow you from a distance. The hunters will definitely come looking for you, and that'll be my opportunity."

Milo was overflowing with ideas and inspiration, with all sorts of patterns and concepts popping up everywhere.

As a listener, Grasso stared at him in horror throughout.

Staring at the demon in front of him who could manipulate people's hearts.

(End of this chapter)