About ten minutes later, the streets were filled with dark carriages. The people there were armed with guns and everyone had a cold look on their faces, like the god of death coming from afar, bringing with them a chill, just like a winter day in old Dunling.
Many police officers were driven to the other side of the street. They should have been inside the cordon, but now they were driven outside the cordon. Everyone looked around, looking at those mysterious people.
There are many urban legends in Old Dunling, and those mysterious people are one of them.
Many times, people always say that there are black police officers handling mysterious cases. No one knows which department they belong to. Even if you ask Director Su Yalan, they will answer with silence.
But now they really appeared before their eyes, with ominous implications, and Sheriff Donas also stood outside the cordon with a cold look on his face.
He knew something about this mysterious department, but only roughly. He guessed that it should be considered Inglvig's confidential intelligence department, but Donas didn't even know their name, nor did he know what they were.
Just now, this group of people came here and expelled them with documents and permits that Sheriff Donas could not understand.
Sheriff Donas wanted to continue his attack, but a young man stopped him. The man had a kind smile on his face, but that smile did not make people feel at ease. Instead, it made him seem as sinister as a cunning fox.
It was hard to imagine that feeling. The whole body was instinctively in fear and trembling. When Donas came to his senses, he was already outside the cordon. He was sweating all over, and then he was furious as if he was humiliated. He wanted to settle the score with that person, but he didn't dare to cross the cordon. It was ridiculous.
As for Mr. Lorenzo Holmes, Sheriff Donas did not see him and seemed to have been driven out, which made him feel much better.
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"So you are the one who assists me this time?"
Lorenzo sat on a chair in the room, carefully observing the bloody words. A cunning man was standing at the door with a polite look on his face.
"Yes, Mr. Lorenzo Holmes."
He answered in a clear voice.
Turning around, I saw a very handsome man. His behavior and even his smile were just right. His hairstyle and clothes were neatly arranged without any mess. His cheeks were clean and tidy, just like a noble wild cat.
For a moment Lorenzo seemed to see a few big words on the man's face.
Obsessive compulsive disorder, mysophobia, troublesome people...
Many people have their own labels, just like the smoke bombs Lorenzo kept throwing out in his game with Saab.
Teacher represents teaching and educating. This word will make people think of a strict but gentle teacher. So when you tell someone that you are a teacher, he will always think of the profession behind the word and impose the characteristics and personality of that profession on you.
So you just state your occupation, and you will have a general outline in the other person's mind, even if that is not the real you.
This is a label inherent in human beings. It makes it easier for others to understand themselves, but it also causes them to hide their true selves.