Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 376 The dead are dead.
Generally speaking, Milo, who has seen all sorts of strange and unsavory characters, is now rarely surprised by certain situations.

After all, a portion of Grazie's memories were still sealed away in his mind, and those things were the truly mysterious things.

But that guy who just left a trail of blood in the dark mass of defenders like a dump truck—

It's Marshall.

The little black kitten that looked to weigh less than a kilogram.

Of course, Milo had always known that this little guy from the Dreamland possessed immense power.

But he didn't know it could speak human language.

Moreover, this guy's voice was completely inconsistent with his delicate physique; it sounded like that of a middle-aged human male, even with a thick, smoky voice. However, his pronunciation was quite clear and standard, at least much more standard than Milo's speech when he first mastered the language of this world.

……

After crushing seven or eight wild beasts, Marshall calmly sat atop the carcass of one of them, glancing at Milo with a languid, almost human-like gaze.

Then, it raised one claw and waved it in mid-air, signaling Milo not to waste time and to quickly deliver the medicine to Daisy at the Star Clock Tower, and spoke again:

"Hurry up, hurry up."

For some reason, the little black cat, just sitting there, exuded an incredibly powerful sense of oppression from its small body. For a short time, none of the wild beasts, whose bodies were many times larger than its, dared to approach.

Milo held a crowbar in his hand and stared at Marshall for a long time.

He still couldn't accept the fact that such a cute little kitten had the voice of a middle-aged man with a smoky voice. It mainly gave off a strong teddy bear vibe. Now, whenever Milo heard that bastard's voice, he really wanted to go up and offer it a cigarette.

However, the dignified and elegant Marshall spoke again to Milo, reminding him:
Why do you think it would arrange so many wild animals to block your way on the bridge?

Milo's gaze suddenly turned serious:
"makes sense."

He lashed the blood-stained crowbar twice in the rain, shook it clean, and then charged straight toward the church, following the bloody path Marshall had carved through the herd of beasts.

Milo naturally understood the logic that even a cat could grasp.

Now it seems that Glenn town, the beast transformation, the disappearance, the Ripper, and the so-called malevolent Shadow mentioned by the church can all be connected. At this moment, the beasts are preventing Milo from rescuing Daisy, and the one who instructs and manipulates these beasts can only be the Shadow.

……

The hoarse howls of wild beasts and the noise of howling wind could be heard continuously from the bridge platform behind.

Having witnessed Marshall's destructive power, Milo was completely at ease with it. Even Milo himself wouldn't dare say he could withstand the gust of wind that had just crushed the bridge deck, let alone wild beasts.

...

The prayer square was covered by a curtain of rain and was deserted.

This is what the outdoors should look like in a downpour. A large group of pedestrians walking back and forth in the rain, like on a bridge, would be abnormal. However, Milo was so focused on the giant creature on the sea surface that he didn't realize this.

"Boom~~~~"

Above the rain-shrouded sky, the melodious chimes of the Star Clock Tower emanated from its direction.

Milo was not familiar with the doctrine of the Golden Rule, but he knew that when a dark shadow once visited the Church Bridge, the Star Tower had rung with a similar sound.

Perhaps to the believers, the sound of the bells was distant and solemn, but from Milo's perspective, the sound waves generated by each strike were enough to make the hairs on his skin stand on end.

The tolling of the bell is a warning, but more importantly, it is a declaration of rejection.

Something happened at the church.

Such a thought flashed through Milo's mind.

He immediately quickened his pace and ran towards the Star Clock Tower through the rain.

At that very moment, to Milo's left, amidst the heavy rain, another figure was running wildly in the opposite direction.

The man was also wearing a long black trench coat and a hat. As he ran, he held onto the weapon pouch at his waist with one hand, his posture exactly the same as Milo's...

His direction of travel was opposite to and parallel to Milo's, with a vertical distance of about four or five meters between them.

When Milo noticed someone approaching through the rain, he had already unbuttoned the revolver pouch.

But what truly made him feel disoriented and terrified was the glimpse of the stranger in black's face as they brushed past each other while still running.

It was a stern face with sharp features and the deepest, clearest eyes.

And this face can only be seen by Milo when he is facing the mirror.

Yes, that thing running in the opposite direction, four meters away from me... it looks exactly like Milo.

Their clothing, attire, appearance, even facial expressions and body movements were exactly the same.

……

The moment their eyes met, Milo even detected a hint of fear in the other's eyes, and that same fear also appeared on his face.

Whoosh!
Click!

boom! ! !
Just as the distance between them was about to widen, the two made a series of identical movements, as if mirror images of each other.

Turn around, draw the gun, release the safety, cock the hammer, and fire. The bullets burst from the barrel simultaneously, and even the trajectories they spun and tore through the rain were remarkably consistent.

However, the bullets do not all land at the same point.

The enemy's bullet grazed the edge of Milo's lower rib, leaving a trail of blood in the rain.

Milo's bullet, however, pierced the opponent's chest solidly!

Both of them were in a forward-charging posture when they suddenly turned around and fired. After being shot, they were pulled backward by inertia and rolled over before they could barely regain their balance.

Milo ignored the wounds on his body.

This level of superficial injury should heal completely within ten minutes, barring any unforeseen circumstances.

After regaining his footing, he immediately fired three more bullets in the direction the opponent was fleeing, but judging from the sound, none of them seemed to hit the opponent.

"What the hell..."

He shook off the hat that was obstructing his view.

At this moment, the rain in the prayer square showed no signs of letting up, with large amounts of rain pouring down from the sky as if it were free.

What struck Milo as odd was that the man who looked exactly like him began to flee after exchanging a single shot.

To be honest, it would have been better if it hadn't run away.

If he had a choice, Milo would rather the truth be that he saw his own reflection in the rain, rather than a living being that looked exactly like him but knew how to run away after being injured.

That's even more terrifying.

Driven by a strong sense of crisis, Milo's first reaction was to give chase!
He needs to figure out what's going on, or he might never be able to sleep soundly for the rest of his life.

To be precise, at this moment, he felt an extremely strong urge to kill, an urge directed only at the person he had just brushed past, the person who had the same face as him...

Milo had never been so determined to kill someone as he was at this moment.

……

As it turns out, the Shadow will always find ways to weaken humanity's sanity. Even for Milo, a Visionary, no matter how much experience he has, he can't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

Because what hasn't happened yet is often the most terrifying.

……

Milo caught up with him at an extremely fast speed.

However, after crossing a curtain of rain, he did not see the person with his face on their head again.

But his steps suddenly stopped.

Because the person he saw this time could never exist in the real world.

……

"No...you're already dead..."

Milo immediately pointed his gun at the thin figure kneeling in the rain.

But he remained motionless for a long time, unable to pull the trigger.

……

It was a girl, a girl about the same age as Daisy.

She exists in a memory that Milo is unwilling to revisit.

At that time, Milo had just been brought into this world by the sea.

Coastline, fishing village, great ceremonies, plague, sacrifice...

That was the first time Milo had truly come into close contact with death and despair. He witnessed a girl being strangled to death by her own father right before his eyes, using the guise of a sacrifice to the gods.
In that village filled with the stench of decay, the girl's clear eyes, under Milo's gaze, gradually lost their light and color, gradually becoming filled with hideous bloodshot veins, and finally slowly bulging out of their sockets until they completely lost their life.

At this moment, the girl who was used in the sacrificial ritual and was sealed away in Milo's memory appeared vividly in front of him.

She knelt on the bluestone floor, staring blankly at Milo.

As always, there was no fear or despair in her eyes, but rather a sense of piety and humility.

That was the kind of gaze that Milo found most disgusting and nauseating.

However, he was only stuck in the mire of memories for a few breaths before Milo quickly pulled himself out of his daze.

Instead, it was replaced by a frenzied rage.

……

"What's dead is dead."

Milo flipped the hammer mechanism of the revolver, coldly pointed it at the girl's head, and pulled the trigger.

(End of this chapter)