In the North District Police Department, where Detective Coulson once was, Weiss is now sitting. Vertex 23S. Fastest update
Wes is not sitting here easily. He has turned over the file in his hand and read it over a dozen times, and now he can only start reading it a dozen times and one more time.
There was no one he knew here, and there was an 'inexplicable' guy who ran up behind him, "Coulson, what you handled last week..." After realizing that it was Weiss who turned around, he curled his lips and walked away, and then asked loudly. People around, "Do you know who handed over the case Coulson handled last week?"
The response was, "Lance."
"Tsk." Wes walked away completely ignoring him.
Look, it's not easy for Wes to stay here, it's simply unbearable.
The worst thing is that Wes can only stay here, he doesn't know where to go, because his partner, friend, and guide who is also supposed to help him adapt to the environment of the North District Police Department, he didn't come to work at all!
Wes had called James' own home, the only place he could think of. Do you understand? James doesn't have many friends. There are only two places where he can disappear, his own home and Weiss's home. Wes is here, so…
But no one picked up at all! Wes regretted that he left the city hall so neatly yesterday. To be honest, he was a little worried that something had happened to James.
The time began to approach noon, and Weiss had almost no communication with his colleagues at the North District Police Station. However, every time he looked around, he could find that the blinds in the team leader's office had been opened, and a pair of 'examining' eyes looked at he! A woman's eyes, his boss's, the head of the homicide team's eyes!
Wes couldn't bear it anymore.
"*!" Wes vented his emotions in a low voice. Wes was not going to waste time in this unkind environment! If James doesn't show up, whatever! He investigates the case himself! People's lives are being threatened! Wes needs to do something!
After taking the keys to his motorcycle, Wes grabbed his coat and prepared to leave the police station.
"Detective Lance. Do you have time?" Chapman called Wes at the door of the police station. Please don't pay too much attention to Chapman's politeness, just to avoid embarrassment. We all know that he will become James' partner. The person is either Weiss or Chapman, right? Courtesy, between these two, was much needed.
"Yeah." Wes is conscious. He knows that he is in a difficult situation in the North District Police Department. Part of it is that he replaced Coulson, and the other part is this Chapman. Everyone knew that Chapman had not had a smooth year. When things finally started to improve, at least Chapman's son had recovered, right? Chapman bravely offered himself a promotion opportunity, but was squeezed out by Weiss.
Chapman glanced at the motorcycle that Weiss was walking toward, pursed his lips, and motioned to his patrol car. So this is a conversation that needs to be done.
Wes didn't take no for an answer.
To Weiss' surprise, after getting in the car, Chapman immediately started to fasten his seat belt and insert the key, as if he was about to hit the road.
Wes pursed his lips, didn't ask any questions, put on his seat belt, and looked at the police station in front of him out of sight. It's probably just a drive that makes it easier to talk. There are many people who like this feeling of communicating on the move, don't they...
"Let's go to Mary's Church."
Well, instead of going for a ride, Chapman had a destination.
Wes frowned, "Church?"
Chapman actually smiled, quite relaxedly, "Yes, church, but I think you should think of other things, such as fallen angels, demons and the like." Although he was driving, Chapman still stretched out his right hand. In the past, "Although I live in the South District, I seem to have met you a few times, but I don't think I have ever formally introduced myself. Chapman, an ordinary police officer, the devil's subordinate, haha."
Wes held Chapman's hand, "Wes. Rookie detective, free human being." Unexpectedly, he felt relaxed. Who doesn’t like honest communication~
There was no need to hold back the frustration of being with James. Wes was very direct, "Have the demons discovered anything about the republican in yesterday's case? Has his soul been found?"
"Well" the protracted ending, "I had a little trouble, and I found him, but he is not here, and he is not in hell." Chapman thought for a moment, seeming to consider how to describe it, "We need other people Help, um... so we need you to help convince people who can help."
Weiss actually understood what Chapman meant, which was just a generalization. Before going into the specific description of the situation, "Thank you, James has always been very repulsive to the help of demons...hey, any help from foreign races. Thank you."
"Haha, you don't have to. Detective Lance has his reasons for rejection, and no one can criticize him." He shrugged, "If you want to thank me, just thank Madison. He was the one who contacted the fallen angels at midnight yesterday and asked the demons for help. He Said that if we don’t help, this case will probably never be closed in James’ hands.”
Wes was a little helpless that he was not surprised at all. He leaned back in his chair and said, "Hey, Madison won't be until where James is now." What Wes immediately thought of was that Madison asked the devil for help at midnight, presumably Something happened that made Madison take action. After all, during the day yesterday, Madison had the attitude of "I have fulfilled my duty as a citizen and called the police. The next thing has nothing to do with me, I am very busy" in the southeast. Then, maybe it will be with James. There has been contact, and something has changed, which has made Madison a little more civic-minded.
Chapman smiled, "Not sure, but Madison confirmed where James was last night." A little more seriously, "Ele Torredo took James to the mill, and asked Madison to recount the discovery. The crime scene process.”
Wes blinked, "Ele Torredo wants to help us investigate the case? Really help??"
"Yeah." As if he couldn't get serious, Chapman laughed silently again, "But don't expect it. Madison said that guy was playing a 'Zach imitation game', which is far more than a genuine help." Chapman paused and went off topic inexplicably, "You know, Madison is writing a story, a story about us."
"What?"
"Well, sorry, it's not us, it's Zach's story. But..." Chapman shrugged again, "You know Zach's, his story is everyone's story, and then, well, Madison is writing These stories.”
There was nothing worth mentioning openly. Weiss adjusted his sitting position with an abnormal expression on his face, "What did he write?"
"At least it was written that I tried to commit suicide, defrauded insurance, and was saved by Wander." Chapman shook his head. "If you want to know, you should ask Madison. I asked. To be honest, I feel, it's quite , Well, quite..." Chapman didn't know how to describe it, stupid? Well, Chapman isn't ready to sum up himself that way.
Wes didn't ask further questions and pursed his lips, "I don't want to ask Madison what he wrote." It was against his will.
"You should." Chapman shook his head, "Because these manuscripts were taken away by Eli Torrido." He gave Weiss some time to react, "He will learn from every word Madison wrote. , seeing everything Zach did in Barton this year in our story, what kind of characters we are, entering Zach's life, and what kind of, um, part our characters play in the story .”
Weiss tried his best to control himself not to curse, because it sounded creepy, and the denial mode was activated, "That's just a story, don't worry about it, it's probably far from the truth..."
"No, it's all true. Very true." Chapman looked at Weiss with a serious face at the red light. "At least my story is the truth. I don't want to admit it, but Madison gave me In preparation." The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, "I don't know how he understood my psychological changes this year, stuck between demons and humans, and he wrote it out. I hate to say this, but Madison is better than me Understand myself better." The final point is, "And these things will be seen by Eli Toredo." The red light ended, Chapman turned around and continued driving.
Wes is still in denial mode. He has to. He has a "dark and twisted soul" and he has "secrets" that he doesn't want anyone to know. I won't explain more. Anyway, this denial mode allows him to catch a person who can be biased. Changing the focus of the topic, "Madison gave a backup manuscript? Why?"
"I think Madison is just wiping his own ass." Chapman shook his head, "There are a lot of things he wrote that were very offensive, well, some people." Xiao glanced at Weiss, "He ridiculed a lot of things. Things, humans or aliens." He continued to shrug, probably due to the way he drove, and his expressiveness was limited. "Of course the one with the most was Zach, but Zach was everywhere, so Madison followed Zach and taunted everyone. Now. , Haha." Chapman was in a really relaxed mood. Who knows what he was thinking, "These stories were taken away by Eli Toredo. No one can guarantee that this guy will just keep these stories to himself quietly and not take advantage of them. For a moment, so Madison has to wipe her own ass."
Wes really, really wanted to roll his eyes, oh no, say a rude curse word. Sorry, Wes, I teased you again.
Chapman parked the car. You still have an impression of the road. It’s not far from the police station to Mary Church, and further on, it’s the southeast. Chapman waved his hand, "Actually, I think Madison's request for help from the devil was mainly an excuse. He just wanted to find a chance to tell Jessica that as the first alien force to appear in Barton, he was also a fallen angel under the faith of the Holy Lord. Theory It's the same as Zach. Madison didn't write about her in a very, um, positive way." He curled his lips and said, "It's more like a euphemism. In fact, I respect you very much and think you are a good person. What I write is just an artistic treatment. Don't mind 'um, this feeling."
Weiss understood, "Helping the detective solve the case is positive and worthy of respect, even if she is a fallen angel."
"That's it." Chapman nodded and motioned for Weiss to follow.
When going to Mary's Church, Wes walked very slowly because he was following Chapman, who was zigzagging left and right. There is obviously a wide and direct road, but I don’t know what Chapman is doing in the winding way...
"Cerberus." Chapman curled his lips, "The fallen angels summoned all of Barton's hellhounds." He continued to circle, getting closer to the church, and he became more cautious as he circled, even standing on tiptoes.
The corner of Weiss's eye twitched, and he didn't want to move forward.
"Don't worry, you can just go. I'm just, uh, a bit special. I have a contract with the devil, and part of me already belongs to hell. There is a chance that I will be accidentally dragged to hell by the hell dog in advance, so you don't have to worry about this."
This explanation did not make Weiss happy, and the distracting topic was needed at this time, "Tell me about the case, what happened to the soul of the Republic?"
"He was trapped in the gap in the world." Chapman began to explain. "The fallen angels don't know how this happened, but last night, after Madison asked for help, the demon began to search for the person who died at that time in hell. soul."
Instead of entering Mary's Church, he went directly around the back. Chapman continued, "Barton's door to hell was indeed opened at that time, and the hellhound also entered, but the soul was not assigned to hell and was stuck. In the gap, there is a world where Cerberus exists.”
Remember, Cerberus, which is not the embodiment of the fallen angel, will only fully appear in reality at dawn and dusk when the world alternates. Cerberus is a creature that lives in the cracks of the world.
"Having not found a soul in hell, Jessica began to tap the hell dogs under her." A little helpless, "Except for a few hell dogs who ran to Newton to fight, there was one who was trapped in the gap and could not enter hell. , and cannot be summoned to the present world.”
Weiss was beginning to understand what Chapman was saying, "You said the hellhound dragging the souls of the republicans was trapped in the gap."
"Yeah." Chapman nodded, "Together with the soul. Cerberus's IQ is really not high. Once they bite something, they won't let go until they run to their destination and put it down. So it's trapped. Jessica could feel it, but she couldn't order it to do anything. She could only let the stupid dog..." Chapman stopped still and said to the air, "I didn't say anything about you, you are all good dogs. ." He continued to walk around the road more carefully, and glanced at Weiss helplessly, "So we need help to pull this hellhound and soul out of the gap."
"Jessica can't do it herself?"
"I can't." The one who spoke was the fallen angel in the distance. "No demon can." And explained, "Why is there a gate to hell? Why can't demons walk directly from hell into the world? Because the two worlds are separated by a wall. Separation, no one can walk directly through the wall. This is the function of the wall, isn't it, separation and isolation. So we created doors, doors embedded in the wall, to enter and exit the two worlds. But this means that I can turn around when I pass the door. Are you going to walk into the wall at 90 degrees?" Jessica smiled and shook her head, "So we need help." Her eyes drifted to someone sitting on the bench.
Walter.
Walter was holding a stack of bound manuscripts, and the area where he was holding them was wrinkled. He didn't pay attention to the fallen angel turning the pages, and his face looked like he had been constipated for a month. Yes, the kind that is about to die.
Snapped!
Walter threw the manuscript in his hand to the ground, "That shameless vampire! He played with us!"
Needless to say, what is the manuscript... Well, something to wipe your ass. (..)