Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 388 The Dominator's Indifference
The Ripper's dungeon is getting more and more lively.

Meanwhile, at the Chengnan Law Enforcement Office.

"Why does it feel like this place is getting quieter and quieter?"

The next day, Milo pushed open Rebecca's office door and found that Rebecca was not there, and only Marshall was fast asleep on the desk.

Back downstairs, I found that Enid had also gone out at some point.

There was no need to go to the basement either; the Exiled Shadows had been wandering around the city but couldn't find Rick anywhere. It was as if he had suddenly vanished into thin air.

"Looks like I'm late again."

Milo glanced at the 10:23 AM mark on the watch face.

Last night, Milo didn't continue studying those evil tomes in the attic because his sanity had already fluctuated by dinner time, and of course, he didn't go to see Grasso either.

He had been pondering the fractal geometry problem that a few matches had sparked.

After dinner, Milo returned to the abandoned monastery in the north of the city, hoping to talk to the Scarlet Witch about the matter, but he found no one there.

He wandered aimlessly through the city until the early hours of the morning.

For a moment, Milo also felt a sense of confusion.

It felt like he had found a glimmer of hope to break the deadlock, but he just couldn't grasp it. Yet he was unwilling to let that opportunity slip through his mind. The more he immersed himself in this obsessive thought, the more chaotic his thoughts became.

As a result, even operational efficiency has become very low.

Despite having many clues in his hands, he didn't do anything about it all night.

……

At that moment, a colleague in the archives placed an old document on Enid's desk and then turned and left.

Milo picked up the document and flipped through it casually.

Upon seeing the somewhat familiar names on the documents, his brow furrowed slowly. He stopped the archivist and asked, "What does Enid need these documents for?"

"I don't know, she asked me to help find those archived files that old Theon collected before," the other person replied.

"okay, I get it."

Milo nodded.

The document contains a list of many missing persons, some of whom are old cases.

It was what Old Theon had mentioned to Milo before he disappeared. He had dug up all the missing persons cases in Nanwei City over the past five years, all of which were unsolved cases. Moreover, he had compared the data he obtained with those of surrounding cities and discovered many clues.

In short, under normal circumstances, whether it is an accident or a murder, missing persons cases will always be closed after a period of time, such as when the missing person's body is found or the real culprit is caught.

However, the disappearance cases in Nanwei City are different. The total number of disappearances in the city is several times higher than that in the surrounding cities, but the case-solving rate is even lower.

Milo knew that Theon's initial motivation for getting involved in these cases was to find the Seven in the office. Given his mental state at the time, the data he compiled might not be conclusive. Moreover, since Milo knew what had happened to the Seven, he didn't pay much attention to these missing persons cases.

But when Milo got his hands on the files for these missing persons cases, a sudden idea struck him.

"Are they imitators?"

The thought only flashed through my mind.

But Milo quickly dismissed the idea.

"No, that's not it."

He shook his head.

Imnar's fractal imitation ability can indeed cause the imitated person to enter a state of self-loss, or even death, but it will not cause the imitated person to disappear from normal society, because it needs to replace this person and inherit his social circle.

Milo simply sat down at Enid's desk.

I went through my thoughts again.

"They are people who have turned into beasts."

He finally found a group of people who could correspond to these individuals among a series of known clues.

It has been previously confirmed that humans can turn into beasts under certain circumstances, just like the man in Glenn who returned home from the north to visit his family.

Not long ago, Milo and Marshall killed a large number of wild animals on the Church Bridge, all of which were evolved from living humans.

Eventually, they were crushed into pieces by Marshall and washed into the canal by heavy rain.

However, no corresponding missing persons cases have been reported in the city.

This shows that these people did not all turn into beasts on the same day.

A year ago, Old Theon had already compiled a list of these potential beast-transformed patients, who were the missing people who had transformed into beasts at different points in the past five years.

After transforming into wild beasts, there is naturally no possibility of their remains being discovered, which is why the case-solving rate for missing persons in Nanwei City is so extremely low.

Imnal seems to possess some kind of ability to control this beast.

Following this line of thought, it's highly likely that the missing Marty and his companions, along with Rick, encountered Imnar, just like the people on the list.

……

It's still Imnal, it's still this guy.

Just how long had it been hiding in Nanwei City? How could it be connected to a disappearance case from several years ago? While Milo was lost in thought, the little black cat Marshall suddenly hopped in front of him.

"Meow meow~"

Milo frowned impatiently: "Speak like a human."

As soon as he finished speaking, all the other law enforcement officers in the office area stopped what they were doing and stared at Milo in shock.

Milo sighed, realizing that he was surrounded by normal people.

But he didn't bother to explain.

He picked up Marshall with one hand and carried it back to his office upstairs.

The door slammed shut.

Marshall reluctantly broke free from Milo's grasp, jumped aside, and earnestly licked the fur on his back that Milo had ruffled. He then said:

"You humans have no sense of boundaries at all, it's really annoying."

"Speak, what exactly do you want?"

Milo plopped down on the desk.

Marshall calmly groomed himself before leisurely strolling to the table. He sat down in a very dignified posture, his tail covering his two front paws, and spoke to Milo:

"Something's not right with you."

"It's as if I've ever been in a good state."

Milo had thought Marshall would say something of value, but it turned out he was just spouting nonsense. Disappointed, he waved his hand and prepared to leave.

"I'm too lazy to argue with you. That little girl Enid has disappeared somewhere to investigate a case. I have to go keep an eye on her."

But Marshall said:

"Don't you realize it yourself? I wanted to say this yesterday, and you did it just now too. Have you forgotten that you're surrounded by a group of ordinary humans or what? Or is it that subconsciously you've started to ignore their existence?"

"What do you mean?"

Milo stopped in his tracks after hearing those words.

But Marshall started licking his paws again and asked slowly:
How long has it been since you last dreamed?

“This…” Milo looked like an old man on the subway: “You should ask me how long it has been since I last slept.”

“As expected, all visionaries lose the ability to dream once they reach a certain stage.” Marshall brandished his claws.

“What do you mean?” Milo asked.

"Have you ever heard of a way to enter the Dream Realm?" Marshall continued to ask.

"Jump in on your back?" Milo casually remarked.

Marshall gave a speechless look, then said seriously, "The simplest and most effective way to enter the Dreamland is to dream. Go down the seventy steps of light sleep, enter a mysterious cave, and with the gatekeeper's permission, you can continue to the seven hundred steps of deep sleep, and finally enter the gate to the Dreamland."

"I've never heard of this before. What is your intention in telling me all this?"

This was indeed a secret that Milo had never mentioned in the evil tomes, and even the Scarlet Witch had never told him about it.

"Do you know what's inside the Dreamland?" Marshall asked again.

“There’s a cat,” Milo answered without hesitation.

Of course, this was the only information he knew, because Marshall had traveled from the Dreamland.

“And there are the Old Gods, the Great Old Ones, and countless races you can’t even imagine,” Marshall said quickly.

"Then what does this have to do with whether I dream or not?" Milo asked, puzzled.

“While dreaming isn’t the only way to enter the Dream Realm, it’s the simplest. And you’ve been deprived of that way now, do you understand what I mean? In that world, there’s a special will that doesn’t want people like you to enter the Dream Realm,” Marshall explained seriously.

"Why must I enter the Dream Realm? Why won't you let me in?"

After all, Milo never intended to enter the Dreamland.

"Because you have transcended the realm of normal humans, and also the realm of normal psychics, in their eyes you are no longer a low-level creature that can be manipulated at will. Your involvement will, to some extent, disrupt the order in the dream world and harm the existing interests of certain beings."

Marshall's face showed a look of utter disappointment.

Milo raised an eyebrow:
"Outside the realm of normal psychics...that sounds familiar."

Imnar had said something similar, and it even treated Milo as a being of the Great Old Ones level.

"What does this have to do with me being out of sorts?" Milo shrugged.

"Your soul, your subconscious, has begun to ignore, even disregard, those ordinary living beings, but you haven't noticed it yet."

Marshall shook his head:
"Just like how the ancients and the Great Old Ones treated you in the past, this is an inevitable result after your subconscious self-awareness has improved to a certain level. It's like how you would never care about the grains of sand on the street; you've started to disregard the existence of those law enforcement officers downstairs."

"..."

Milo remained silent.

(End of this chapter)