Coulson returned to the police station from the funeral very early, and he didn't even attend the farewell ceremony. Vertex 23S. Fastest update Want to know the reason? All right. Coulson is a 'passive' believer in the Holy Lord.
The reason for being passive is that the detective's wife is a believer. If everyone still remembers the collapse of Mary's Church, it will not be surprising. As a family member of a police detective, she passively accepted that her husband might die at any time for the sake of justice for others. In fair exchange, Detective Coulson must pray with her before meals and on Sundays. …all the behaviors a believer should do.
Look, passive believer.
For a passive believer like Detective Coulson, his stomach ached when he heard Father Dance at the altar during the funeral describing Chapman as a saint who would definitely go to heaven. Detective Coulson then left the stomach-churning situation.
Don't get me wrong, Detective Coulson doesn't know that the demon Chapman is floating around the church. The reason for his stomachache was that he confirmed that Chapman would not go to heaven because Chapman had committed suicide. Detective Coulson was afraid that when he gave his speech, he would say something that would turn the priest's 'speech' into a joke...
"What's going on?" Coulson looked away from the magazine in his hand and watched two police officers pushing a young woman in.
"Out-of-towners came out of nowhere and wanted to cause trouble at the funeral." A police officer replied, "The chief asked Guan Yitian to educate him." He pushed the young woman downstairs without gentleness.
"I don't care if the people at the funeral are police officers or not, I tell you! You will pay the price!" There was no point in the young woman's struggle. She could only shout at the top of her voice, "Take someone else's funeral date by force! Treat a poor girl like this! You guys! You all have to pay the price! You will all go to hell!"
No one cares about this curse that has been abused into colloquial language...
sorry. A passive believer with a stomach ache cares.
Coulson dropped the magazine with a pout and went downstairs. If you remember the structure of the Southern District Police Station, you should know that the detention office and evidence office here are underground.
Coulson dismissed the two police officers with a wave of his hand and took over the young woman. Without much gentleness, he pushed the person into the iron bars, took off the handcuffs, closed the cell door, and stared at the woman without leaving.
It was also typical enough. The woman grabbed the iron railing with both hands and shook it desperately. After no result, she howled at Coulson who was staring at her, "Let me out!"
Coulson looked at the woman for a moment and called, "Name."
The woman stared at Coulson, "I'm not telling you my name."
Coulson snorted, "You're Hannah, right?"
"You know me?!" Surprised, then panicked, "How do you know my name? Well, I was wrong. I apologize. Don't leave a record on me. I'm still young..." He said a lot.
Although Coulson looked impatient, he waved his hand after listening, "No one wants to keep a record on you." Director Cologne's order is to educate, isn't it
"Oh." Hannah seemed to be relieved and looked at Coulson, "Do you know me?"
"I don't know you." Coulson was so straightforward. "I just know that Grande took over the funeral of a Westerner. The person who entrusted it was a brother and sister. The sister's name is Hannah."
"Oh." There was... light in Hannah's eyes. Listening to her next question, everyone can feel for themselves what this light is, "Is Grande under investigation by the police?"
"Why do you ask that?" Coulson didn't look at Hannah, he was looking at the ground.
"I just find it strange that my father is not from Barton and we did not publish an obituary (in Barton). My father's death was not a case, so how do the police know about the business of a funeral home." Hannah wanted to see Coulson's expression. But squatting on the ground to look at Coulson's expression was too abrupt. Hannah could only stare at the top of Coulson's head, which seemed a little sparse, "I thought Barton's funeral industry was no longer a public resource."
"Hmph. Public resources." Coulson didn't notice Hannah's cleverness, but he didn't know what made him laugh, "No." The mocking smile disappeared in an instant, and he looked up at Hannah, "Glen Virtue is not a public resource, it is very private, very private." There is something in this. I can barely understand what Coulson means. This is saying that Zach serves James Lance wholeheartedly.
In the consciousness of passive believers, the direct reason why Chapman went to hell was Zach's wholehearted service to James. (When Coulson ran to James' apartment to confront James and killed Chapman, Zach Ke took the blame himself) didn’t he
Hannah didn't understand what Coulson meant, but the light in her eyes made it even worse. She just misunderstood Barton's social habits again, "Don't you like the privatized funeral industry? Mr. Officer? Or do you just not like Grande?" Remember, Hannah questioned Louise in Grande before, Grande It's incredible that Rand would be controlled by Patton's police.
This is the result of a conversation between two guys who each have their own concerns. Coulson didn't understand what Hannah meant, so he frowned and said, "It's Detective Coulson." Let's clarify the general name of the other person first, "It doesn't matter if you like it or not." Coulson sighed, " But if you need an explanation as to why today, the scheduled date for your father's funeral, is being taken up, I can tell you."
Coulson glanced upstairs, probably not wanting to be overheard, "Tomorrow is the first day of the Barton-Newton High School spring league. Most of the police officers from the North District Police Department have been assigned to Fenway Park. If you check Chapman..." Glancing at Hannah, she didn't think the other party knew who Chapman was. "The policeman who held Grande's funeral today. If his funeral is scheduled for tomorrow, most people from the North District Police Department will not be able to attend. The day after tomorrow It's Sunday again." Coulson shrugged. No need to explain. Sunday is the Sabbath prescribed by the Holy Lord. The funeral industry is on holiday. Don't forget this. "It would be inappropriate to postpone it to next week. So. ." He indicated Hannah's current situation.
Hannah frowned, and after sizing up Coulson, she raised her head and looked around, "Is this Barton North District?"
"South area."
"Yeah, so this is Barton's South District Police Station, so how do you know what the North District Police Department is thinking??" Good question. Just like how Coulson knew about Grande's business. Let's not go too deep into it. Just say, "Detective Coulson is a senior police detective. After all, he once taught James, a stupid young man, how to get along in this special workplace."
ha. What if Hannah asked, 'Is the North District Police Department under investigation? 'That's funny.
Coulson said simply, "I just know." He said without any expression, "Do you have any objections?"
"No." Hannah finally understood her situation, and said, "Thank you." At least this was an understandable explanation, which was better than Louise's forced dismissal.
The reason why Coulson makes these unnecessary explanations is, "So don't curse others randomly. No one is deliberately bullying you, you are just unlucky."
Hannah pouted, "My father died in your Barton, and your funeral was postponed arbitrarily. Do you call this just bad luck?"
Coulson had no intention of convincing anyone. He was a passive believer. All he wanted was to feel comfortable with himself. Just like the prayers Father Dance said at the funeral, someone would not have a stomachache after listening to them.
Coulson didn't want to be entangled with Hannah anymore and turned to leave.
"Wait a minute!" Hannah lay on the iron railing, "Wait a minute! Can you at least let me call my brother? I don't want him to worry!"
This reminded Coulson, "Where is your brother?"
Hannah opened her mouth and then closed it, obviously rethinking her words, "He is in Newton. We don't have much money and can't afford to stay in the hotel in Barton."
Coulson twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Give me your contact information and I will notify your brother."
Hannah frowned, "He will only be more worried if he knows I'm locked up here!"
"Don't you think the definition of worrying your brother is to make him think you were causing trouble at a policeman's funeral?" Coulson's logic is of course that he thought Hannah's brother knew what his sister was doing, so instead of letting a brother worry about Barton If the police officer has a wrong impression, it is better to tell the other party directly that your sister has been sanctioned.
"Uh." Hannah knew her logic was broken, "Forget it, there's no need to notify my brother."
Coulson glanced at Hannah and said, "Huh, whatever." He ignored her and went upstairs.
Does anyone know why Hannah changed her mind? Simply, she didn't want Coulson to know that she ran away midway as a witness in a body-hiding case in Newton. It would be fun if the Barton Police Department and Newton collaborated and sent her directly back to Newton. Can anyone imagine how a certain brother would laugh at her sister? If you can’t imagine it, ask those who have brothers and sisters around you.
Coulson continued to read magazines, boring gossip magazines, just to pass the time.
How long has passed? have no idea. When the human brain receives useless gossip information, it has no concept of time.
"Is there anyone?! Hey! Is there anyone up there! Officer! Detective! Detective Coulson!!" Hannah screamed below.
Coulson looked up, or because he was named in the voice. Looking around, he was alone here, and the two guys who came back before didn't know what they were doing. Coulson frowned and continued to read the magazine.
"Ah!! Someone, come! Help!!"
It was so jarring that Coulson was not in the mood to continue reading gossip.
Coulson threw down the magazine again and went downstairs, "Are you sick? Do you want to stay here longer..." Coulson closed his mouth and stared at Hannah huddled in the corner behind the iron fence, "Hey, what are you doing?"
Hannah, who was curled up in a ball, didn't look at Coulson. She stretched out a trembling hand and pointed in the direction.
Coulson curled his lips and said, "Don't do any silly tricks." He turned his head and looked in the direction of the evidence office of the Southern District Police Station. Because the person on duty was at the funeral, the door was locked at this time. Coulson looked for a while and didn't see anything unusual. He turned back to Hannah and said, "Nothing."
Hannah suddenly jumped up from the corner and rushed towards the iron railing, staring at the position she just pointed with a ferocious gaze.
Coulson looked sarcastic and gave up his position so that Hannah could have a good look.
"Look, there's nothing." Coulson was about to leave again, a warning was necessary, "You will regret it if you go crazy again."
"No! Don't let me here alone!"
When Coulson turned to look back, half of Hannah's face was stuck between the iron bars, and her outstretched hands were grabbing in Coulson's direction. Slightly... sad picture.
Coulson didn't show any sympathy, "It's good that you know you're here alone." He meant don't yell.
Coulson went back up, Hannah, not alone.
The flickering light and shadow reappeared as soon as Coulson left Hannah's sight, right in front of the closed door of the evidence office.
The light and shadow floated towards Hannah. When Hannah retreated in horror and was about to scream again, the flickering light and shadow enveloped Hannah.
Probably due to the cold feeling coming from her whole body, Hannah froze in place.
"Is this the Federation?" He said awkwardly, unable to distinguish the voices of men and women.
Hannah, who was frozen, said nothing.
The light and shadow trembled violently once, and the light sheet surrounding Hannah converged, as if a human face made of mirrors appeared in the light and shadow, and turned once in the direction of the evidence, "I was discovered by Toledo."
Hannah's pupils shrank once.
In the mirror-like face, there are countless images of Hannah's pupils contracting. It can be roughly understood that this mirror-like... creature 'saw' Hannah's physiological reaction, "Do you know Toledo? Toledo from the Federation?"
Hannah's pupils were... dilated.
Don't worry, it's just a loss of focus.
Because this statement is very strange to Hannah, the Toledo of the Federation. Does Toledo exist anywhere other than the Federation
We should revisit Hannah's setting.
She was a girl who was addicted to Eli Toredo with her brother. Now that I have grown up, the only admiration I have for my girlhood is the passion to go back to the West and burn down my room. But she had a bet with her brother about what the name Toledo represented, and she won.
"You are confused." On the face of the mirror, countless Hannahs with out-of-focus eyes appeared again.
"Ah!" Hannah cried out in pain, lowered her head, and saw that her palm was scratched.
The mirror surface folded in the light and shadow, and Hannah watched helplessly as the mirror surface stained with her own blood disappeared in the chaotic folding of the mirror surface... Then, the human face with countless facets and edges became rounded...
Hannah looked at her other self standing in front of her.
"I remember you, see you again when we are destined."
Hannah was pretty sure it was her own voice that she heard!
But before Hannah could react, the self in front of her suddenly shattered and turned into a human face made of countless mirrors. Then it continued to change, turning into flickering lights and shadows, and finally disappeared completely.
There is nothing worth showing to everyone in the Southern District Police Station. Let’s get back to the funeral.
The funeral has reached the final stage, and people from the Grande Funeral Home have moved the coffin to the prepared cemetery. The only people participating in the funeral ceremony, which required more privacy, were Chapman's family members and friends during his lifetime.
But the police did not leave, and lined up outside the Grand Cemetery as if surrounded. The police's protection of their brother's body did not end. They would escort Chapman's family home after the funeral was completed, naturally, to drive away the media.
Zach, standing with Wes, James had left long ago, the proposal was a big event, and he needed to prepare.
"I also hope that you can stop him." Weiss's face was a little gloomy.
"If I stop him, he'll be more aggressive," Zach said.
"Hey." Wes sighed, "Can you guess the reason why he asked you to be there tomorrow?"
"I think I've guessed it." Zach shook his head, "But it doesn't matter, I won't go to Fenway Park tomorrow."
"ha?"
"There is a funeral in Grande tomorrow. Alice and the others will go to the game and Louise will accompany them. I have to stay in Grande to work."
"Then James..."
Zach waved his hand, "Believe me, Louise is better."
Zach said he believed him, so let's believe him.