Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 87 Moggot

The journey from the train station to the city center of Galid is not long, taking about 30 minutes.

As it turns out, Walker's self-deprecating humility was not without reason. Galid's urban development was indeed terrible. Not only was the infrastructure awful, but the management of the city was also chaotic. Even the most basic sanitation was not properly maintained, with piles of garbage and uncollected horse manure everywhere on the streets.

One of the few decent-looking buildings in the city is the law enforcement office.

Upon arriving at the Galead law enforcement office, Milo discovered that not only Walker, but also the other law enforcement officers there were not wearing masks.

But Milo didn't follow the local custom. After swallowing that mouthful of protein gifted by nature, he decisively put on the mask and refused to take it off.

……

The architectural style of the Galid Law Enforcement Office continues the profound and brutal aesthetic of the law enforcement system, but its grandeur is far less than that of the Nanwei City Law Enforcement Headquarters.

Moreover, it's immediately apparent that the management here doesn't strictly adhere to law enforcement regulations. The entire law enforcement office is filled with a lazy and decadent atmosphere. You can clearly sense this from the demeanor of the law enforcement officers. They lack the murderous aura of the officers in Nanwei City, and instead exude an aura similar to that of Yan, the city's guards.

The carriage entered the Galid law enforcement office.

Led by Walker, Milo and Rebecca entered the law enforcement building.

Compared to Walker's enthusiasm, the other local law enforcement officers were very indifferent and cold when they saw Milo and Rebecca in their unfamiliar black trench coats. As they passed by them in the corridor, they would only look at Milo and Rebecca's equipment with strange eyes, as if wearing tricorn hats, masks and carrying weapons was abnormal behavior.

Almost everyone's eyes look the same.

Moreover, Milo discovered that the rejection, even disgust, in the eyes of the surrounding law enforcement officers included Walker as well.

Their hostility towards Walker was even far greater than their hostility towards Milo and Rebecca…

This puzzled Milo greatly.

……

In the bustling corridor, Milo could faintly hear whispers behind him:

"And who sent this high-ranking official for a routine inspection?"

"I don't know, it's never-ending, we still have to take care of their food, drink, and toilet needs..."

"That's really strange. How can a woman become the chief of law enforcement?"

"Hey, you know what, that woman's waist is really alluring, and look at that perky butt, tsk tsk tsk..."

……

Milo was genuinely horrified for these people. He had never seen anyone so blatantly criticize Rebecca, especially in such a disgusting and vile tone.

However, to his surprise, Rebecca, who he remembered as having a fiery temper, seemed to completely ignore the whispers behind her, as if she hadn't heard them at all, and continued walking forward without making a sound.

Hmm, it seems I underestimated her patience.

However, Galid is truly a place brimming with malice.

So far, Walker, with his somewhat humble demeanor, is the most pleasing to the eye, even though his manner of speaking is a bit too polite.

"Because the senior leaders of the law enforcement office have all been away from home these past few days, they have not been able to personally welcome you both. They asked me to convey their apologies."

Walker led Rebecca and Milo into a reception room, made them hot tea, and then brought out a large stack of documents.

“I know that routine inspections will definitely involve checking the overall atmosphere and quality of the law enforcement team. These are the reports that were prepared in advance. Chief Enforcement Officer, you can take a look.”

But the inspection was just a pretext. Rebecca didn't want to waste time on these formalities. She took a sip of hot tea and said directly, "No need for all this pretense. We have limited time."

Her tone was not very friendly.

It was clear that the gossip outside had somewhat upset Rebecca, but she prioritized her mission and forced herself to suppress it.

Normally, I would definitely go up and slap them twice.

"Uh... then may I ask, Chief Inspector, what do you want to investigate?" Walker asked, somewhat bewildered.

Milo stated directly, "We need to investigate the missing persons cases in the town of Icam. Also, we need to go to your archives first; we want to see if there are any files related to the Delaman family incident 24 years ago."

Walker's expression clearly showed some surprise.

He glanced down at the watch face, adjusted his glasses, and asked solemnly, "Isn't this just a routine inspection?"

"What, you don't have permission to enter the archives?" Rebecca stared intently at Walker, a look she only showed when interrogating criminals, something Milo had experienced firsthand.

“No, no, no, my authority is not important. They will only recognize the authority of law enforcement officers on routine patrols, which means the two of you.” Walker waved his hands repeatedly, indicating that he was just a guide.

"Then let's just go."

Milo gulped down the scalding tea in his cup, stood up, and patted Walker on the shoulder. The latter nodded with an embarrassed smile, indicating he was going to do it.

……

After 20 minutes.

Galid Law Enforcement Office Archives Room.

On the table in front of Milo and Rebecca, there was a mountain of file folders.

Walker moved the last stack of files over and gently placed them on the table, still stirring up a cloud of dust.

He was slightly out of breath, adjusting his glasses with his dirty hands, and said to Milo and Rebecca, "It's all here, all the files from 1814... Huff... Because this law enforcement office was built 13 years ago, all the files here were transferred from the old site. The catalog must have been lost during the transfer, so we can only go through them one by one."

Rebecca, true to her decisive style, immediately opened the nearest file folder and began rummaging through it: "Are you a local?"

“Yes, I am a Galid.” Walker nodded.

"You haven't heard of the Delaman family?" Milo also pulled over a file folder and opened it.

“I really don’t know much about this. You might not know, but there are no original inhabitants left in the town of Ickham today. Almost all of them have moved away from Ickham. Some moved to the city of Galid, and some went even further away. Now, only the mining workers from the mining company live in the town. If you ask who the original families living in Ickham were, really no one could answer that.” Walker said helplessly.

"Do you know why the indigenous people relocated en masse?" Rebecca asked.

"This..." Walker wiped the dust off his hands, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "Speaking of which, don't laugh, there have always been some ominous rumors about Icam. They say it's a cursed area, and maybe, maybe that's why the original inhabitants moved away. But I've only heard about it, just heard about it. They say that in the past, the residents of Icam would always hear some strange noises at night, and there have been cases of residents disappearing since ancient times, so... Of course, from my own perspective, I think the mass relocation is related to the mining company's operations. It's possible that the mining projects affected the residents' normal lives."

“That doesn’t make sense. The native inhabitants of Ikham all moved there about ten years ago, while Solo… and the mining company only started mining operations in Ikham in the last three years. The timing doesn’t match up.” Milo glanced up at Walker, sensing that Walker was hiding something.

“Then I really don’t know.” Walker shook his head blankly, and then habitually glanced down at his watch on his left wrist.

"Are you in a hurry?" Milo asked.

“No, not at all,” Walker smiled.

Milo pushed a heavy file folder to Walker: "Then what are you waiting for? Help me find it."

A full hour passed.

The pile of documents in front of them had only been reduced by half.

To date, no files have been found that relate to the name "Delaman family".

Rebecca remained silent.

But Milo couldn't hold back.

As he flipped through the documents, he subtly probed Walker for information:

"By the way, do you know why you were assigned to receive the two of us?"

"This..." Walker's face showed an embarrassed expression: "Let me be honest, out-of-town law enforcement officers like you who conduct routine patrols basically just wander around the city a few times, have a few meals, and then return. Some of you are very difficult to please, so receiving you is a real headache. As for me, in the law enforcement office, I'm considered..."

“Got it, just someone who does all the dirty work, right?” Milo chuckled. “All the higher-ups are avoiding us, so they’ve pushed you, the orphan law enforcement officer, out into the spotlight, haven’t they?”

"Uh... wait? How did you know I'm alone..." Walker blinked in surprise.

"Oh no, I didn't mean that, it was just an adjective, just an adjective." Milo hadn't expected that his habitual phrase would be used in the right place...

Just as the atmosphere of the conversation suddenly became stiff, Rebecca abruptly threw out a tattered dossier cover:

"Found it, but there's only a cover; the contents of the file are blank."

The cover clearly states the words "Delaman family" and is stamped with the exact date 1814.11.20.

However, just like the first-hand information Rebecca had obtained before, there was no case classification, no record of those involved, and absolutely nothing.

"Why is this?" Milo picked up the yellowed cover.

"If the files were to be destroyed afterward, there would be absolutely no need to keep this cover; it could have been taken along with the files. What's the point of keeping this piece of paper..."

"Is the case being dropped?" Rebecca asked Walker.

"Uh, maybe." Walker wasn't too sure either.

As the two of them stared blankly at the cover, Milo, holding several case files from different time periods, pointed to the names of the law enforcement officers handling the cases and said:

"Then we can only ask this person. I think he was in charge of almost all the cases in the second half of 1814."

“Mogott”.

(End of this chapter)