The young man who walked into the bookstore was named Sander Ryan, a third-level superintendent of the highest police station in the Central District.
Although there is no difference in the classification of police stations in the Central District and Shangcheng District, the highest police station directly under the Central District is naturally one rank higher than the police in the outer districts, and even speaks a little harder.
The highest police station represents the will of the big figures in the central district, and those who can enter it are either extremely capable or have some relatives.
This leads to a natural arrogance in the officers dispatched from the highest police station.
Although they are not arrogant, at least they have never served the people in the upper city.
They serve the powers and nobles of the central district.
And only obey their orders.
Of course, they are not very patient in their attitude towards ordinary civilians and even the poor in Shangcheng District.
Especially someone like Ryan who came from a noble family, and the family is not yet in decline, with his own family business, he is even more careless about the task of Shangcheng District.
What's more, people with family background like him actually know a little bit of the inside story - this time, the matter can't be traced or solved by relying on the police station.
Their task is only to represent the "toughness", "emphasis" and "efficiency" of the Central District, and to appease these people in the upper city.
In other words, just walk through the scene and you're done.
Twelve hours ago, Ryan was talking to his colleagues about which club to go to for tonight, and which dance party to go to next week, and in a blink of an eye, he had to run to this dirty and damp Uptown.
It's boring enough to do this thankless, or even unproductive, job.
Ryan just wanted to quickly finish the task of the interrogation, and then hurried home to take a hot shower and go to remove the dirt and dust on his body... He almost felt like he was going to be out of breath.
Wrapped in the humid and turbid air, it's like the kind of food popular in the northern highlands called... Yes, it's called zongzi!
Oh goddamn mission, when he gets to Superintendent 1, he won't have to run up and down the streets like an over-energized sheepdog.
"By the way, this is the street where the gas explosion occurred, right?"
When he walked to this street, Ryan was attracted by the "tragic situation" next to it. One side of the street just looked dirty and dilapidated, and the other side was completely horrific ruins.
The yellow cordon that was pulled up trembled in the wind, and two of his subordinate police officers replied, "Yes, the Nuojin Daily reported this matter half a month ago."
"Half a month ago?" Ryan raised his chin, naturally full of superiority: "It's still like this now, and the efficiency of work in Shangcheng is like this."
The two police officers from Shangcheng District looked at each other, and did not say that the ruins had attracted a group of media reports in the past two weeks. In order to meet the lack of entertainment news in the Central District in the past month, the reconstruction project has been repeated. Delay.
It was only recently that the redevelopment was contracted out by Rolle Development, which finally began to reopen.
In other words, it was actually these people in the central district that caused the inefficiency of reconstruction in this area.
Of course, they naturally kept silent about this matter, so as not to offend their immediate superiors and have a hard time in the future, and they could not even keep their clothes.
"Let's go, so the only thing that needs to be checked on this street is the row of shops next to it." Ryan said with satisfaction: "This way, the job will be much easier."
In fact, it's certainly easier than ever.
They were dispatched to Shangcheng District, and all they received were respectful and fearful eyes. The people who were interrogated were afraid that they would be investigated for something wrong, so they all served them carefully.
If you ask a question, he immediately tells the whole situation of his family and his family. Ryan is almost flattered by the compliment.
The funniest one is the owner of a video store.
He even said nervously that he thought the owner of the bookstore next door might have been replaced by something evil.
"The owner of that shop is an evil spirit!"
"He can pass through walls and do some terrifying things with just his mind." The middle-aged man named Colin said in a low voice, his expression seemed to be real, and he said in a slightly trembling voice: "A few days ago, Early in the morning, I heard him using a chainsaw to cut... It might be human bones, and flesh and blood, it was very scary, he was even grinning, I felt that he might kill me at any time... "
"Then you should find a church to solve your problem," a police officer asked jokingly.
"I've found it!"
Colin's eyes widened and he shouted to the three fools who didn't believe him: "The priest is already on his way, he'll come to help!"
"Okay, then you wait for the priest to come, and our questioning ends here."
Apparently, the officers took this as a joke.
Ryan was still a little wary at first, but when he asked what evidence Colin had, the guy didn't know anything.
It makes people wonder if the owner of the audio-visual store has a problem in his head.
"This is the quality of people in Shangcheng." Ryan shook his head and said when he brought his subordinates out.
Then he looked at the bookstore next to him.
Not sure if it was because of Colin's nonsense, at this moment, Ryan felt an unspeakable attraction emanating from the dilapidated shop.
Whether it's the bell on the door or the window next to it that seems to be forever covered by dust.
Ryan walked in while talking about his routine.
The owner of the bookstore sitting behind the counter was younger than expected, but unexpectedly, there was a clerk next to him.
It looked like a young girl with bandages on her face and body, as if she had been injured not long ago.
"I remember that the information registered in this store is only the store manager." Ryan has the basic information of these stores at hand, and his eyes are exploring the tunnel.
The owner of the bookstore nodded and said as a matter of course: "She is the clerk I just recruited recently. Alas, business has been busy recently, and I can't do it by myself."
"Really? Can you provide her ID card or household registration certificate? We need to register."
"It's a little troublesome." The owner of the bookstore looked embarrassed. "She is the daughter of a relative of a friend of mine. She has just moved from the Central District. I think you should know that the procedure for voluntary conversion of the fallen nobles to commoners is very complicated. Now It's still being processed, and all the documents have been handed over."
"Oh... I've heard of such a thing, but what's with the injury on her body?"
"This is about the reason why their family has fallen to this point..."
The owner of the bookstore cleared his throat and looked like he was going to tell a long, long story.
The two police officers stood guard in front of the counter, but their eyes were attracted by the bright roses.
Ryan walked in and inspected the bookstore, looked around, and said, "Speaking of which, your next-door neighbor seems to have some prejudice against you and think you are some kind of evil spirit."
The owner of the bookstore seemed surprised: "Evil spirit? I didn't expect that he thought of me like this. I helped him a little bit before, but I didn't expect him to misunderstand me so deeply. It's strange, just think about it for a while. Now, how can I be an evil spirit?"
Ryan paused for a while, and suddenly saw the dark, mottled... bloodstains on the reclining chair.
He suddenly felt a terrifying chill and turned his head suddenly, only to see the two police officers stiffened in place, while the roses on the counter were blooming like flesh and blood, filled with spiral-shaped fine teeth and stacked eyeballs.
The bookstore owner smiled behind the counter.
"I'm... a living person."