"Sunny, what's your name? Who is so bold as to come to the police station to cause trouble?" Someone in the crowd began to question the police officer who had just shouted.
"That's him. He was the only one who slapped the drow unconscious yesterday. If it weren't for the Wolf Gang, we would have caught him yesterday." The police officer who called and the clan members beside him explained.
The crowd began to whisper, and the blazing guns in their hands were pointed at Abian.
Yesterday, many people in the police department saw Zhuoer who was sent back by the Wolf Gang. In addition, the previous batch of police officers added fuel to the fire after returning, so they had no choice but to treat Abian as a felon.
Abian, whose head was aimed at by more than a dozen muskets, raised his hands without waiting. Shooting at close range would give him a headache.
"Wait a minute, I'm here to work, I'm from Sheriff Gary." Abian shouted loudly to the police officer opposite.
"Who are you lying to?" the police officer shouted back.
Aibian, who raised his hands, was also depressed. Yesterday, he was still attacking others during the siege. Today, it was his turn to be held to the head by more than a dozen guns.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, I have a letter of introduction." Looking at the nervous state of the police officers, Abian was worried that they would accidentally misfire, so he took out the letter William sent him in the morning.
In the tense atmosphere, he took out the letter from his lining pocket and handed it to the front desk officer.
The police officer who had been hiding under the reception desk was unable to pick up the letter.
Abian was about to continue explaining the situation when he was interrupted by a shout.
"What are you doing? Taking out a firearm in the police station? Are you having a brain cramp?" A figure separated from the crowd and walked out.
The person who came was a middle-aged man wearing a heavy woolen coat, with brown hair and brown eyes, a round-brimmed hat, and a cigar in his mouth. The strong smell of smoke from his body hit his nose before he even got close.
The separated police officers did not dare to resist the middle-aged man, and silently put away the firecrackers in their hands.
"Who gave you the letter of introduction?" The middle-aged man walked up to Abian and asked about the source of the letter. The police officer at the front desk next to him, who had already memorized the letter, handed the letter of introduction to the man at an incredible speed.
"My uncle is Hakkasman from Hakka Tailor Shop." Abian said.
With a muffled snort in his nose, the man glanced at him and then continued to look at the letter of introduction in his hand.
After reading the letter of introduction, the man said: "Okay, you will follow me from now on. Now pack your things, we are going on a mission."
Ben didn't give Abian any room to think and pulled him out of the police station.
The police officer who was still holding the gun looked confused when he saw the two disappearing figures. Is this the end?
Under the leadership of the man, the two of them soon arrived at the back of the police station.
The man stepped forward and opened the gate of one of the rooms, pulled up the curtain and asked Abian: "Have you ever seen this thing? Can you open it?"
The man pointed to the machine next to him and said in a showy manner: "The royal family's gift to Sheriff Gary - the steam car."
Excitedly, he pulled Abian to sit on the machine, "Let's go, I'll let senior police officer Logan take you for a spin today." After saying that, he pulled the operating lever of the steam car, and with a hissing sound, the car started to move slowly.
Got up.
The speed of the car was no slower than that of a rail car. Under Logan's flexible operation, it shuttled on the road like a swimming fish. Its striking shape attracted passers-by to watch.
"Hey, isn't it exciting? The first time I drove this thing, I was scared." Logan said, holding the joystick in one hand and a cigar in the other, with Abian beside him.
Abian turned his head. His awakened physique made him more responsive. As long as he didn't hit the wall immediately, he was confident that he could escape completely.
Seeing Abian's calm look, Rogge, who originally wanted to have fun with him, curled his lips and whispered, "He's a boring guy again. Can't you hire a guy as interesting as Uncle Logan?"
But Aibian beside him pretended not to hear and continued to stare blankly at the street scene that was speeding back.
Soon, with Logan driving the car, the car finally stopped in front of an apartment.
Police cordons stretched out everywhere and police officers questioned passers-by.
"Logan, you're here." The police officer in charge saw Abian and his party walking over.
"What's wrong, such a big battle?" Logan asked straight to the point.
"The situation is very serious. You'll know when you go up there. Chief Gary is up there." After saying that, he raised the cordon to clear the way in.
Abian followed Logan up the stairs.
Even though it is still daytime, the corridor still needs to be illuminated with dim oil lamps, and the smell of decay from the stairs fills the entire corridor.
The corridor on the second floor only relied on a dilapidated wooden window to bring in light. Unknown stains were stained on the wall, making it dark and dark. It made the entire corridor look like it was inside.
The light in front guided the two people in the direction of progress.
It was an open door, and as soon as the two entered the room, they saw a terrifying scene in the center of the living room.
There was a pale corpse on the burlap carpet in the living room, with bruises all over the body. The corners of the mouth were cut open by a knife, the lower jaw was hanging weakly with no connection, and the tongue in the mouth was hanging to the side. The limbs were folded.
They formed various shapes and stared blankly at the door.
"This!" Abian couldn't bear to look at the corpse. The scars on his body showed that the deceased had been abused for a long time before his death.
"Logan, who are you carrying behind you?" The figure who was checking the situation next to the body heard the footsteps and turned around to see it was Logan and they asked.
"Police Officer Gary, he is the director's new recruit - Boyka. His uncle is Huxman." Logan put away his previous looseness and replied to the man seriously.
"Is this the one the director was talking about before? Isn't that the tailor from Turing Street, Hackathman?" Sergeant Gary kept looking at him up and down, making him feel terrified.
"It's okay, Boyka, right? Just follow Logan and don't mess up the evidence in the room." After finishing speaking, Sheriff Gary lowered his head and continued his previous work.
After Logan signaled, the two began to look around the room.
The room was very messy, with finished wine bottles and cigarette butts everywhere. Except for the carpet in the middle of the living room, it was clean, as if the murderer had deliberately cleaned it.
Apart from a faint stench, there was no smell of blood in the room. The two searched the entire room and couldn't find a trace of blood.
"Did you find anything?" Logan asked Abian beside him.
Seeing Abian shaking his head without saying a word, he led the people back to Gary.
"After reading it, how do you feel?" Gary asked without looking back.
"The murderer should have a very serious tendency to violence. The murder scene may not be here. Further forensic examination is needed to make a judgment." Logan spoke up and expressed his judgment.