Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 345 Huh?
After a cordial and friendly exchange, Milo obtained almost no valuable information.

Neither Ariana nor Ellie knew exactly what happened that day. Even Ariana herself could only vaguely remember that after she was slightly drunk, she left the pleasure house with a handsome human man, and afterwards she couldn't remember what the strange human man looked like at all.

This is in line with the behavior of most noble ladies; Ariana is simply a vampire compared to others.

Including Klaus and Cain Hearst's minions, these night creatures displayed a quality of being somewhat dim-witted.

But none of that matters. All Milo needs to do is make sure they don't cause trouble in Nanwei City.

Of course, this doesn't include the kind of chaos that's happening right before Milo's eyes right now.

……

Milo returned home in the early hours of the morning.

At this time, Finn and Conn were already snoring loudly in their respective rooms. After moving into this house, everyone had their own room, and the father and son no longer needed to squeeze into one room as before. However, without the symphony of snoring played by the father and son, Milo always felt that something was missing.

If nothing unexpected happens, Emma is definitely still awake.

Sure enough, Milo found Emma on the second-floor terrace, draped in a light veil. She was lounging on a bench, leaning against the railing, with heavy books always in her arms.

"It's quite humid outside."

Milo sat down on the steps where the terrace met the interior, loosened his tie, and loosened his collar.

He leaned against the door frame and stretched.

One thing must be admitted is that watching Emma read late at night is a very comforting thing.

Don't misunderstand, it's just a pure, innocent way of looking at something.

Unlike anyone else Milo had ever met, Emma possessed a rare tranquility. Milo didn't know where this tranquility came from, but it was real.

Of course, the tranquil atmosphere on the terrace vanished the moment Emma noticed the red mark on Milo's shirt collar.

"A very vibrant color."

Emma commented casually.

“It’s blood, damn Klaus.” Although Milo had a clear conscience, he acted like he’d been caught cheating: “Blood, from some kind of creature. You can smell it if you don’t believe me.”

"Smell it if you want."

Emma put down her book and walked over to Milo, leaning down to press her face against his collar.

He took a sniff, then frowned: "How can the blood smell so foul?"

Milo, whose face was covered in Emma's scent, gave a completely opposite evaluation: "It smells so good."

Emma released Milo's collar, sat down on the steps beside him, curled up, hugged her knees, and quietly watched the mist rising from the terrace. She whispered:

“You always come back covered in blood.”

“Most of it isn’t my own blood,” Milo shrugged.

"Are you scared?" Emma suddenly asked.

“You mean…” Milo turned his head to look at Emma.

“Any one,” Emma said calmly.

“I was scared.” Milo grinned. “I was scared to death at first, but now I guess I’m used to it.”

“That time, I almost killed Finn, Kang… and myself…” Emma stared blankly at the sky outside the terrace.

"I know."

Milo nodded: "But no one was hurt, was he?"

"I don't know what's wrong with me, I don't know what I was thinking at that time, I even feel like I've forgotten a lot of things..." Emma covered her forehead.

Her voice trembled slightly, though she was trying to control it.

This was the first time Milo had heard helplessness in Emma's words.

He gently placed his hand on Emma's head: "Is this why you often urge me to come home on time after get off work? Are you afraid of losing control again?"

“I disposed of all, all the explosives, not a single one left. I’m not lying to you this time.” Emma turned to look at Milo, her voice trembling with a hint of a sob. “But I have this feeling that someone left something in my head. I can’t remember it, but its voice is still there. That person…”

"Shh, it's okay, it's okay, I know, I know."

Milo gently stroked Emma's head:
“You did the right thing, you know? There’s absolutely no problem. I promise you, whatever that thing is, it will never happen again. And even if there is a next time, I’ll definitely be by your side.”

"Uh-huh."

Emma leaned on Milo's shoulder. The cracks on Milo's hand resting on her head began to glow faintly red, spreading down her forearm and sending an imperceptible warmth into Emma's consciousness, smoothing her furrowed brow.

Milo thoroughly investigated everything that happened in the city on the night of the hunt. He exchanged information with Investigator C, the church, and many other parties, and even obtained the final version of the kill list from Monquia.

Emma was on that list.

Milo knew that among those many shadows, one had once set its sights on Emma.

But Emma ultimately responded in an almost resolute manner.

There were many things Milo didn't know how to explain to Emma. He could sense that the loss of some of her sanity was the main reason for Emma's current pain, and all Milo could do for her was to use a calming spell from the scriptures he had obtained from the University of Mythos to temporarily calm her down.

She quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Milo put his arm around Emma's legs, picked her up, and carried her back to her room. After settling Emma in, Milo gently closed the door and returned to the terrace to bring back the books, blankets, and other items Emma had left behind.

Among the many people targeted by the Shadow, Emma was one of the few who resisted. However, it was not hard to see that her situation was not optimistic. The thing that had visited her before had affected her will to some extent. In Milo's memory, Emma was not someone who would cry easily, but when he put her in bed just now, the tear stains on her face were clearly visible.

Overall, however, compared to other people Milo had encountered who had been tormented by the whispers of the Old Gods, Emma's outcome was the most fortunate.

What made Milo uncomfortable was that although he had indeed been involved in various mysterious cases and incidents for the past year, he had never noticed anything sinister coming into contact with the people in his home. He was just a hair's breadth away from becoming homeless again.

This seems to confirm what Monqueya told him before he disappeared: "Be vigilant in the long night, for shadows are everywhere."

Monquea was the first true psychic that Milo encountered.

Although the raven had written the script for them in advance, neither of them was buried by the other until the end of the hunting night. In a sense, they broke the most important survival rule of the Visionary.

Admittedly, Milo was indeed envious of Monquia's powerful combat skills and ancient spells.

However, it cannot be denied that everyone on his hunting list was problematic.

……

Milo accepted the identity of "Guardian" for only one reason: he would not allow what happened in the coastal town to repeat itself.

Just as the Scarlet Witch said—killing the embodiment of the Outer God's will is the heinousst sin in the world. Since you didn't die because of it, congratulations, from now on you can live in this world with the most arrogant attitude.

These traditional concepts of the mysterious world were gradually revealed to Milo by the Scarlet Witch.

She mentioned to Milo a more mysterious and unpredictable world, a world from which countless sinister eyes were watching Nanwei City, a world where gods and mortals coexisted, and order and chaos were intertwined.

Even in that more bizarre world, erasing the will of an Outer God was an incredibly difficult task.

If Milo's experiences over the past year and a half were placed in the world called Dreamland, he might even be revered as a god in some human realms.

Of course, they might also be given the most terrible punishments in the city-states of the Outer Gods.

Because whether it's severely damaging the Great Old Ones, slaying the will of the Outer Gods, or simply using the forbidden technique of Holy Communion, it would be enough for Milo to be executed tens of thousands of times under the orders of various mysterious civilizations.

In the real world, the church refers to Milo as a deeply sinful person, but they can't quite pinpoint exactly what sins he has committed. In the more orderly dream world, however, someone has already silently listed Milo's numerous sins, but Milo is completely unaware of them.

……

Perhaps Milo has become accustomed to operating at night, and over time, his biological clock has become less fixed. He can stay up all night, whether tracking suspicious creatures in the rain or working hard in his apartment in Grasso...

In short, even as the sky began to glow slightly white, Milo's eyes remained wide open, like copper bells.

He spent the entire night studying an ancient scroll that Investigator C had obtained for him from the University of Michigan library—a book containing what is known as ancient religious magic, as well as numerous prayers and spells.

This is the only way Milo has forcibly enhanced his spiritual vision over the past six months.

He thus mastered many deciphered ancient god runes and spells, including the power that had calmly put Emma into a deep sleep yesterday.

Of course, every forbidden spell he mastered was an invisible force that made him even more guilty.

……

After a quick breakfast, Milo changed into a relatively clean set of clothes and headed to the law enforcement office.

Upon arriving at the law enforcement office, Milo received the latest intelligence report from his subordinates.

"The sheepdog owned by the victim in the Glenn case has been found."

"That old man's dog?"

"Yes, the guy from the town office brought it over, and it's in the backyard now."

"Clam?"

……

(End of this chapter)