Late at night on June 13, Paris police station.
The police station is like a convenience store, open 24/7.
George and Dick drank cup after cup of terrible-tasting espresso, still fighting at their posts. They don't have a separate office, and their seats are in the corner of the office area. They put the two desks together, sat facing each other, and worked until 11:40 in the evening. They finally organized the information in detail and orderly, like a full year of adult magazines hidden in a cardboard box under the bed. Likewise, you can pick out the issue you want to watch in just two seconds.
Dick came back from the printer with a stack of documents in his arms, "Now that the paper materials are finished and sorted, I will do the rest of the indexing. You can go back."
George was holding a cigarette and typing on the computer keyboard: "I've got the electronic version too." He inserted a police electronic key the size of a USB flash drive into the computer: "To be on the safe side, I'll make another copy."
Dick glanced at him: "You are indeed different from other young agents."
George stared at the computer screen and replied, "Oh? What's the difference?"
"Maybe it's none of my business, but..." Dick hesitated: "There are few agents under the age of thirty who work as hard as you."
George tilted his neck and stuck his head out: "You want to say that I have no life, right?"
Dick replied: "Never mind, I shouldn't talk about that."
"You're right." Unexpectedly, George said immediately: "I just don't have a life. Apart from work, when I get back to the apartment, I have nothing to do except take a shower and sleep. So when the police officers who were at the same time as me are still... When I wasn't dealing with neighborhood disputes or directing traffic, I was investigating serial murders with the legendary Dick."
"Haha... It sounds like you are very satisfied with your life like this." Dick smiled.
"Are you talking about the days when you have almost no friends and no women, you only see your family twice a year, and you only deal with photos of the dead or murderers every day?" George took a puff of cigarette: "It's not just satisfying... I love days like this.”
Dick put on a pair of reading glasses and began to sort out the paper materials at hand: "One day, believe me, there will be such a day. When you look back, you will regret it. By then you will find that you have already …”
"Has he become like you?" George asked.
Dick raised his eyes and looked at George: "Yes, become like me."
"What's wrong with that?"
"Haha... It's not inappropriate, it's terrible. Boy, if I could go back to your age, I would choose life."
George crushed the remaining cigarette butt in his hand into the ashtray: "Can I understand how you feel now? Even if you sacrifice everything and be a good policeman for decades, you can't change the world. . Innocent people will still die in front of their eyes, and crimes will still not stop."
Dick did not answer the question, but asked: "Do you have any other opinions?"
"Do you believe in justice? Sir." George said seriously.
"If I believe in justice, then everything we are doing right now is meaningless." Dick lowered his head and sorted out the information at hand: "The murderer represents justice. He or she has done several things to eliminate harm for the people. Isn't it? But why do we still arrest him? Because everyone has his own set of justice, and only the law can achieve relative fairness."
The data copy had been completed. George lit another cigarette and pulled out the key. "But I think that at least the justice in my heart is worth working for."
"Hahahahaha..." Dick couldn't help laughing: "I hope that twenty years later, you can say the same thing to the other kid sitting across the table."
"Excuse me, are you two agents Dick and George?" A figure stood next to the desk between the two.
George held a cigarette in his mouth and glanced up at him. It didn't matter. He almost fell off the chair and choked on the cigarette: "Oh shit!"
The half of Paper Man's face that was "burning" the paper was facing George. He smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, officer."
It was almost midnight. Who could not panic when seeing such a face suddenly appearing next to him? Even Dick was startled. However, he only looked surprised and did not react so much: "I am Dick. Are you..." In fact, he had already guessed a thing or two from the other party's uniform.
"My name is Eliot Ness. The European headquarters sent me to assist in the investigation. Hello." Paper Man shook hands with Dick, and then extended his hand to George politely.
George stretched out his hand stiffly, as if he was in contact with an alien for the first time. It wasn't until their hands touched that he frowned, eyes widened and said, "Sir, are you a modified person? This is some kind of new technology. ?”
At this time, other police officers in the police station, including the prisoners who were arrested, were looking here. Some of the drunken and brawlers were so frightened that they woke up when they saw this face.
Dick did not expect the other party to answer George's complaining question. He said: "Sir, the director told us that you should not join the investigation until tomorrow..."
Zhi Xia said: "I have already settled in the HL branch here. I want to come over to get the information on the case and learn more about the situation before dawn." His eyes swept over the faces of the two people, showing a smile, but this smile It's also quite perceptive: "I asked a police officer at the door, and he said you haven't gotten off work yet. In that case, I'll treat you two to a drink, and you can tell me the case by the way."
Ten minutes later, the three of them arrived at a bar a few streets away and found a seat in an inconspicuous dark corner. Paper Man took off his coat. After all, HL's uniform was a bit eye-catching on this occasion.
Dick and George felt confident. Judging from the way Chief Ness rushed to the police station as soon as he got off the plane and packed his luggage, HL undoubtedly sent a practical person this time. It remains to be seen how capable he is, but this attitude is by no means the type of taking the case lightly.
It took about twenty minutes for the two police officers to roughly tell Paper Man the basic information of the three cases, such as the time and place of occurrence, the deceased, and the abnormalities on the bodies.
The three of them had drank several glasses of wine and started chatting. Zhi Xia always had a favorable impression of hard-working policemen like them. He thought about it and asked, "About this case, You have to change your thinking." He paused, looked at the expressions on their faces, and then asked, "Do you believe there are superpowers in this world?"
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