The new year has arrived.
Mr. Kesma sat at the edge of the table, holding little Mr. Kesma in his arms, with a rare smile on his rigid face. He is very satisfied with his current life. In the past period of time, he believed that restraining and controlling children was the most powerful protection for their growth, but now it seems that his method is wrong. Only by letting the children leave the protection of the eagle can they have the possibility of soaring into the sky.
Mason has now secured his position as the chief of the Turnell City Police Department. The biggest difference between him and the previous police chiefs is that he is easy to talk to and very rich. Being good at talking makes people want to get close to him, and being rich makes people willing to listen to him. Dulin would give him enough money every month to build his own team, and he also spent the money well on maintaining the police team.
Everyone has their own independent personality and thoughts. When Plando was in office, everyone's life seemed to be pretty good. Plando always took out the black money he received and divided it up with everyone, so that everyone benefited equally. . But he also has a very strong desire to control the police station and the police. What he said can be done, then it can be done. If someone does what he said cannot be done, then someone will inevitably leave the police station.
There was indeed more money in his pocket, but he also lost his independent stance. He had to obey Plando's orders in everything, no matter whether it was good or bad.
The police chief at the back was appointed by the governor. He was very strict and did not allow any mistakes in the police station. Even if it is just a small thing, such as putting a document in the wrong folder, you may be severely reprimanded and have some wages deducted. What's even more terrible is that once a vicious case occurs, the police chief will give the investigators a time limit, half a month, a month, or other time limits. If they are not completed within the time limit, they will take the initiative to accept the fine and deduct the crime. salary.
A boss who only knows how to be strict gives everyone an independent attitude and attitude, but the high-pressure working atmosphere makes many people intolerable. Not everyone is a detective, and people keep making mistakes, and people keep being punished.
But Mason was different. He was always laughing and joking. Whenever he had something to do, he would invite everyone out to dinner or spend the night somewhere. He only asked everyone to do their best to detect the cases that had already occurred, and did not issue any targets. For some things that have been done wrong, as long as it is not a big deal, it will end with an apology, and no one's salary will be deducted.
The strange thing is that under the leadership of such a director who is not so serious and does not have a strong desire to control, the security of Turnell has been unprecedentedly improved. Of course, if you ignore that there are always some well-informed Guarts who provide the police with necessary clues and information, then the police in the Ternell Local Police Station are definitely the best in the empire.
As for the second son Merlin... Although Mr. Kesma is not very satisfied, he feels that it is still necessary to go to school. At least he can have more knowledge, which is a good thing for a person who needs to live in this society. In addition, Suri was already a little pregnant, and her bulging belly made Mr. and Mrs. Kesma very satisfied, and some minor problems disappeared naturally.
As for Doolin...that's a bastard.
Mr. Kesma gave Dulin a short and rude evaluation, only two words.
There is nothing more comfortable than being surrounded by children and grandchildren, and with no worries about food and drink, this is the happiest New Year that Mr. Kesma has ever lived.
If..., yes, if.
If Walt hadn't come!
Just after eight o'clock in the evening, there was a knock on the door of the house where Mr. Kesma lived. He and Mrs. Kesma looked at each other, and then walked to the closet to approve a coat. There is a compartment inside the jacket, and his two favorite weapons are inside. That bastard Dulin has caused so much trouble out there. Mr. Kesma doesn't know anything about it, so he needs to be careful.
"Who's outside?" He didn't open the door directly. He already had one hand in his arms. As long as the other party's answer didn't satisfy him, he didn't mind shooting through the door first. As for whether you hit the wrong person, that is the arrangement of the gods!
There was no answer outside the door. Mr. Kesma opened the safety and was about to shoot at the peephole. At the same time, Mrs. Kesma put her hand under the table and pushed open a template that could be slid open. There was a mold inside. A very impressive pistol.
It seems that the weapons of the entire Blood Dawn organization are not made by themselves, but come from nobles. From Layton to Mr. and Mrs. Kesma, the weapons they used were once the most precious collection or the favorite weapon of a certain noble.
"Me!" Just when Mr. Kesma was about to pull the trigger, a voice sounded outside the door. He was very familiar with it. He inserted the gun back into his clothes, opened the door, and looked at the wind standing outside the door. Walter, who was shivering in the snow, frowned and said, "New Year's Eve will be here in a while. I'm already enjoying this moment, but you disturbed me!" As he spoke, Walter walked in.
They are both old friends for decades. Except for some things that happened in the middle that caused some estrangement between them, the relationship is actually good.
Walter shook off the snowflakes on his body and walked in. His face was as pale as a vampire who had just crawled out of the coffin in a knight's novel. He hung his coat on the clothes rack at the door, and then followed Mr. Kesma into the restaurant. The fire in the fireplace is burning cracklingly. The heavy snow has made some firewood a little damp, so there will be some sound when burning.
Mr. Kesma asked his youngest daughter to give up a seat and pointed to the chair, "Would you like to have something to eat together?"
Walter shook his head, and he squatted in front of the fireplace, his body trembling constantly. Seemingly seeing something unusual, Mr. Kesma asked: "You didn't drink today?"
"I haven't drank...", Walter's voice was trembling when he spoke, "I haven't drank for two days!"
This answer surprised Mr. Kesma. Walt's "injury" was in his brain. The doctor said that he was over-stimulated, which caused him to often have hallucinations and severe headaches. The poor Walt couldn't afford anesthetics, and it was impossible for him to use anesthetics as real medicine to treat himself, so he could only numb himself by ingesting a large amount of alcohol to make himself feel better, so that his life could be in confusion. Come to an end.
But he hasn't had a drink in two days, which is a serious problem. Mr. Kesma stood up from the dining table. He walked to the fireplace and found a footrest to sit on. "Old man, what's wrong with you? Are you scared?"
Walter tilted his head and looked at Mr. Kesma. His expression looked like he had just been molested by some rough bears. The last time I saw him with this expression was at the funeral of Mr. Walter's family. superior.
"She's back, she's back from hell!" The huge fear hidden in the trembling voice made Mr. Kesma clearly feel the collapse of his heart at this time.
"You said she's back? Who is it?"
Walter sniffed and lowered his voice slightly, just like a little girl who was hiding under the bed and was afraid that the devil would find her. There was a sense of I have a terrible secret that I will only tell you, "Anna," in his tone. I saw her, she's back!"
Mr. Kesma's first reaction was impossible, "Are you trying to amuse me or scare me? I remember very clearly that I shot Anna's face off and she died at the time. Are you Didn't he hallucinate again because he didn't drink?" He waved to Mason, "Go get a bottle of the strongest wine, this poor guy needs to replenish himself."
Suddenly, Walter jumped up and grabbed Mr. Kesma's collar with both hands. Their faces were almost touching each other, "Listen to me, I really saw her. She is back. What should we do? We Want to transfer?"
Mr. Kesma frowned and patted his hand holding his collar, "Calm down, did you really see him?"
Walter felt a cold thing on his temple against his scalp, so he knowingly let go of his hands and stepped back a little. After watching Mr. Kesma put the gun back, he clicked harder. Nodding, "Last time, a child discovered a stranger outside the town. Didn't you ask me to go look for it?"
"I saw her. She was wearing a mask, and she was followed by a few young people who looked a bit like soldiers. They walked around and left. I thought I drank too much, so I didn't drink in the past two days. , I can still recall all the memories of seeing her, which proves that it is not an illusion!" Walter swallowed, "What should we do?"
Mr. Kesma chose to believe Walter's words. There was only one thing in the world that could make him quit drinking, and that was Anna.
"Didn't you always want to kill her with your own hands? Now is a good opportunity. Maybe you can realize your dream..." Mr. Kesma's answer made Walter fall into extreme pain again.
Who would have thought that the woman who gave birth to a child for herself was actually a spy sent by the nobles to infiltrate the organization? Who would have thought that this woman would actually lay a trap to catch Mr. Kesma, and even kill him in front of her? He lost his own children and Walter's parents. That was a fierce woman. To this day, Walter could not forget this woman, feared her, and hated her.
He often had some hallucinations after waking up from alcohol in the middle of the night, as if she was back, but this time it was definitely not a hallucination, she was really back.
The appearance of this woman who brought him great fear broke his heart. Now he just wants to escape, far away.
(End of chapter)