You've all been to a public restroom before. Unless you have to, no one wants to share their utensils with a bunch of strangers. Vertex 23S. Fastest update
And the reason why we are discussing this topic here... is... there is a guy who 'harassed' the citizens of Barton on such an occasion, which has had a serious impact on the harmony and progress of society, and has reached the point where the police have been called.
Chapman held down the colleague who was with him and said, "It's probably just an old drunkard. I'll just go and take a look."
The police colleague looked at the sign indicating 'men only' on the public toilet and said, "You are right! I am still young, and I don't want to see anything that will cast a shadow on me!"
Chapman smiled and patted his colleague, "Go and wait for me in the car."
Chapman walked into the public restroom on his own.
"Ah. Finally." The old man leaning on the sink... not too old, probably around sixty, a bit short, "The person who is required by law to help citizens has appeared." Obviously, this old man is talking about Chap Man, the policeman.
"Are you a citizen?" Believe me, this is definitely not a law enforcement procedure, it is just what Chapman himself wants to ask.
The old man touched his pocket and took out a wallet. After fiddling with it for a while, he opened his wallet and pulled out an ID card, "This says I am. Frank Gilberg."
"Let me see your ID card." This is the normal procedure. Chapman held out his hand.
The ID card was placed in Chapman's hand, but Chapman did not look at the ID card immediately. Instead, he looked at the mirror on the sink first.
"Mr. Gilberg from Vega, you have no image." Chapman wrote down the number on the ID card and returned it.
"And Officer Chapman." Mr. Gilberg leaned forward and looked at the police badge on Chapman's chest. "Your soul has been bought by the devil."
Chapman frowned, "Why are you here."
Mr. Gilberg shrugged his shoulders, "I was asking for directions. I tried to patiently ask passers-by on the street, but no one paid attention to me. Then I got irritated. I grabbed the last person who refused me and brought me here. Place." He tilted his head, "What is this place? I originally just wanted to find a closed building so that I could get the information I wanted, but when I came in, I found that humans of all walks of life were coming in and out here. Excrete, smoke, or... do other things." The old man raised his eyebrows.
Chapman pursed his lips and said, "This is a public toilet." What Chapman cared about was, "You said you arrested someone?"
He raised his hand and pointed to a cubicle, "I believe whoever called the police asked you to appear here and misunderstood his dying moans as something else."
Chapman's face turned ugly. He walked to the cubicle, opened the door, and breathed a sigh of relief. The guy leaning on the toilet was still alive. Chapman looked back at the old man and said, "Thank you for not killing civilians."
"I was distracted. Too much information was in his blood, which made me a little... nauseated." Mr. Gilberg touched his eyebrows.
"Did you find the way you asked for?" Chapman was checking the living body's physical signs, and initially judged that there was nothing serious except anemia and coma.
"No. Otherwise I wouldn't be here waiting for the police to show up." A smile appeared on Mr. Gilberg's wrinkled face, "I've been waiting for you, devil police~" He may have thought this was a joke.
Chapman didn't smile. "Where do you want to go?"
"The wizard's laboratory."
No wonder no one answered this old guy.
Chapman tugged at the corner of his mouth with a look of discomfort on his face and said, "How about I take you to the Grand Funeral Home?"
The old man smiled, "You know who I am, right?"
"Yes, I know. You are the ancestor of Lesembula."
"What exposed my identity? Image? ID card? Or did I just say that the information in the blood made me sick to my stomach?" Although it was a question, Mr. Gilberg smiled throughout.
"No. It's Director Darcy. He said you might arrive in Barton in about a week. Police officers in the department who know about the presence of aliens should be prepared."
"Darcy? Who?"
"Well, the inheritor sent by the Sabbat is now the chief of the Barton Police Department."
"Oh." Mr. Gilberg waved his hand uninterested, "How many police officers in the Barton Police Department know about aliens?" He seemed to be really curious about the latter question.
"Three." Chapman curled his lips.
"Oh, it must be that Lasi's son and his friends, and then, you. Right?"
Brushed? It took Chapman a while to realize that the other person was talking about Lance, and he said "Yeah." He didn't want to correct the other person.
"Haha, then I guess you are the first alien insider I met. You are lucky, Devil Policeman." Mr. Gilberg smiled. Do you understand? Darcy is talking about the arrival of the ancestor of the Lesenbra clan in about a week, which is ahead of schedule. As for luck, well, James and Wes are part of the Sabbat, aren't they? Then, is 'Devil Cop' Chapman considered a member of the Sabbat? Of course not!
Chapman did not respond to the other party's words, and of course it was impossible to ask the other party why the time for coming to Barton was advanced. Tsk, Chapman doesn’t feel qualified to ask. But he knew someone could ask, so, "I can only send you to the Grand Funeral Home."
"Don't you know where the wizard's laboratory is?" Mr. Gilberg began to approach Chapman.
"I don't know." Chapman didn't hide. He stretched out his hand and showed his wrist. "If you don't believe it, you can see for yourself." In fact, this is a very correct approach. If you take the initiative, you can at least avoid it. This is why you don't want to be bitten where you don't want to be bitten.
Mr. Gilberg stopped approaching Chapman and gave him a smile, "I believe you."
"So, are you going to Grande, or should I just take it as this..." Chapman pointed to the unconscious man in the compartment, "It doesn't exist in the police report." What he meant was that even this time When they met, it was treated as if Lesembula's ancestors did not exist and were still on their way across the Federation.
"I need food." Mr. Gilberg's mouth moved. "Clean food, so I see that I have no choice. I can only enjoy Toledo's hospitality."
Chapman nodded and breathed a sigh of relief, "Come with me."
"Oh, by the way." Mr. Gilberg added, "Please still let these not exist." He gestured to the public toilet that was already behind him, "I told my dear son that I want to experience modern human transportation. Are you a father, Officer Chapman? If you are, you know that a father never wants his son to find out that he has lied to him~"
"I'm a father." Chapman looked back at Mr. Gilberg, "I understand."
"very good."