"Look! Another one!" Detective Coulson raised his head from the scattered documents on the table and waved the documents in his hand, "xx train, xx city to Patton! I knew this clue would be useful!"
James also looked up from the files, his eyes bloodshot from retrieving files in a closed environment for a long time.
Retrieving the list of outsiders is not an easy task. All the station can provide is the ticket check information collected from passengers. The ID number, train number, departure place and destination are the limits of what these things can provide. The two police detectives need to extract these ID numbers, exclude those from Barton locals, and finally compare them with the identities of yesterday's witnesses to find the overlapping parts.
Fortunately, this is not the first time James has done this kind of thing. He did it when he first came to Barton, in order to find out the low-level aliens who came here because of rumors. At that time, James didn't have any helpers, and his actions still needed to be secretive. It was his private business.
They had done it once recently. When Coulson thought that the fire was the revenge of outsiders on Barton, they also came to retrieve this information. Before Coulson decided to come, he naturally compared the information on outsiders that he had compiled before. After finding nothing, he decided to come here again.
Even if he has some experience in practice, James, the middle-aged Coulson who has higher physical strength and concentration, is faster. He threw the information he had compiled in his hand to his partner, "I'm going out for a while."
"Uh." Coulson looked at the documents compiled by James. Apart from the bad handwriting, there were many more than him. "Where are you going?"
"Outside." James didn't bother to explain. He and Coulson had a division of labor. Now that James had finished his part, he deserved a rest.
All right. It's not a real rest, James has his own selfish interests to take care of. After walking out of the room specially arranged by the station staff for the detectives to work, James walked towards the staff lounge.
Perhaps it shouldn't be a surprise to everyone, but the staff at Bechi Railway Station knew James, and they all smiled helplessly when they saw James looking like he had something to ask.
"Excuse me. I have seen a woman in the past few days who asked your attention..."
"Detective Lance." A staff member must have just returned from his shift. "There is someone outside looking for you, a woman." He said in a slightly special tone.
James froze for a moment, and his dramatic hopes were instantly raised, "Who?"
"She said her name was Crowley." The staff member smiled and shook his head, "You think it's your girlfriend? Haha, if so, we would have called you long ago."
This is more than just a disappointment. James nodded stiffly and walked outside.
"You are really a hard-to-find guy." Crowley still wore her special dressing style. The black and white striped men's formal jacket was open, slightly revealing the 'Cozier' logo on the inside. Putting her hands in the pockets of her straight suit pants, Crowley tilted her head and said, "Walk with me."
James didn't move.
"Whatever you want." Crowley shook her head and smiled, "I went to the police station. The entire police station was busy investigating yesterday's case, and you and your partner actually came here."
James didn't want to explain. He didn't look at Crowley, focusing on the tips of his shoes. However, there is actually an explanation—
Coulson is the only one who believes that all the recent evil incidents in Barton are caused by the remnants of the Fight Club from outside. Director Cologne didn't know whether he was deliberately trying to punish Coulson and James, or simply because they were unhappy. Coulson originally took credit for using this reason to relieve the pressure on the police department from the media last time. But after the credit was given, Director Colon still refused to give the two detectives the aid they had allocated. This means that if Coulson continues to investigate this clue, it will always be like the director's impatient instructions in the office, "Just you two! Don't expect me to send someone to you!"
So when the entire police department was investigating yesterday's attack by conventional means. Coulson and James were alone here checking information.
Crowley walked around James, "Are you not ready to speak at all?" Crowley curled her lips, raised her eyebrows, took out a finger, and poked James' shoulder.
James' reaction was about ten beats slower. First, he moved his gaze focused on the tip of the shoe to Crowley's fingers, then his face began to turn pale, then his pupils began to shrink, and then fine beads of sweat began to seep on his skin. out…
Why is this description slowed down? Because Crowley forced James on her again.
Crowley's container blinked, looked around, poking James' finger turned into a comforting pat, "Well, it'll be fine in a moment, don't be afraid, there is no sin in your heart." Do you remember, Crowley's This vessel is able to hear the sin in other people’s souls.
But her comfort had no effect at all. At this time, James returned to that weird 'space' again. Countless red light spots continued to hit him. The blonde Crowley lazily fiddled with and played with these souls. Mark, "Haha, it's interesting, you actually told Zack Lance's secret... Dream Demon Lip?..."
The soul mark that is imprinted in the soul and represents a collection of individual existences shows everything about James in front of the fallen angels. Time and space have become weird, being manipulated by the fallen angel at will, recalling and observing all of James's experiences during this period.
James jumped away suddenly, his whole body soaked in cold sweat. He stared at Crowley who retracted his hand, and finished the rape, "You..." James forced to hold back the twitching in his stomach and the pain that had rolled into his throat. Feeling of vomiting, "What the hell are you going to do?!"
It seemed that Crowley was right when she raped James for the first time. She would gradually get used to this feeling as the number of times increased. Compared to the last time when he lay on the ground and vomited wildly, this time, James was at least still standing, holding on firmly and not looking for a wall to lean on.
"Tell me a little bit about what happened in Barton recently." Crowley put her hands back into her pockets, squinting her eyes and smiling, "Originally, I was just simply trying to catch up on some progress, but I seem to have learned something very special. No wonder…”
Now, Crowley was just talking to herself, "I'm still curious about why Grande is becoming more and more dissociated from me. I've been back for a long time, but she didn't come to chat with me. I even deliberately I have prepared information about the Secret Alliance of the Republic and want to send it to him. Is it because of Lip?" Crowley gave James a sincere questioning expression at the end.
Of course James would not respond and just continued to stare at the other person.
"Forget it, let's not talk about it." Crowley, who waited for a while, waved her hand. "When you live in hell long enough, you will understand that the only thing that is truly reliable is the past that has already happened. The time that has been fixed. , something like the future. Haha." Hell is distributed in a timeline, going straight up, and the moment it connects to reality is the gate of hell, which Crowley only mastered for five seconds. do not forget.
Before Crowley looked at James again, she turned her head abruptly, as if she had discovered something. But after observing for a moment, she only smiled, turned back without saying anything, and continued to face James.
It would have been a sarcastic comment, but there was still nothing, just James's sullen, watching face. Crowley shrugged, "Then... I'm still waiting for your thanks for the matter at Smith's warehouse. I spent a lot of time dealing with your partner's investigation."
Crowley continued to smile. You know what she's talking about. Didn't Eve and Lidya lead Coulson to Smith's warehouse and rediscover the fire case that had been suppressed by Smith
Nuo was entrusted by Smith to make arrangements according to Coulson's ridiculous conjecture, but was dissuaded by Zach, so the job could only fall to maintaining the warehouse. Crowley is also interested in making friends with Rimmer and keeping Smith's secret industry.
There is nothing ridiculous about Crowley asking for James' thanks here. Crowley at least allows Coulson, who knows nothing, to continue to live in the beauty that he thinks he is right. In other words, Coulson has not suffered any setbacks in his investigation since he proposed the alien fighting club Barton.
"No thanks?" Crowley smiled and raised her eyebrows. "You're so cold."
"What on earth are you going to do!" James spoke to prove that he was not cold, but he just repeated it.
Crowley finally stopped smiling and curled her lips, "You know, I've worked very hard, but you didn't answer any of the many topics. You're really not a good conversationalist."
"What on earth are you going to do!" James decided that there were only three things to do. This was the last time he asked Crowley this question.
"Okay." Crowley turned away and said, "Report the police. A mutual friend of ours is in danger, and I need the help of a police detective."
It’s okay to laugh at this point.
James turned around and left. He decided to go back and help Coulson. He quickly sorted out the information and went home to see Zach!
"I'm not kidding." Crowley watched James turn around without hesitation, her tone was calm and calm, "If you leave now, if the body of a person who should have died long ago is found on the streets of Barton in the future, you will The police department will look ugly.”
The face of the Barton Police Department is already ugly. All the things that have happened recently have not been truly resolved. James wasn't prepared to continue listening to Crowley's jokes.
"More importantly, you and Coulson will look ugly." Crowley's voice was still calm, "Do you know who this dangerous person is? It's Wales."
James' body stiffened. Wales? That civil servant who lost his job for the lottery? The guy who was sent by the 'general' to teach him a lesson because of his debt? The man who managed to get the demon hunter Seth to jail, and also wanted to testify against the 'General', giving Coulson a headache
The most important thing is that this guy 'died' of a small blood clot in the hospital due to postoperative complications! (Volume vii)
"Are you finally interested?" Crowley smiled as James turned around stiffly, "Is it such a small character that hasn't appeared for so long that you have all forgotten about it?"
yes.
"Then do I need to refresh your memory?" Crowley raised her hand, and James instinctively took a step back.
Crowley smiled and retracted her hand, "Thanks to the changer in Grande at that time, who replaced this guy who should have died, Wales was taken in by me. He is extremely persistent in opportunism (Wales was originally taken by Papa’s Midnight Lottery Temptation, On the Road of No Return, Volume iii), made me think he would be a very useful person.”
James scowled, "What did you do to him?!"
"I gave him a job." Crowley shrugged. "He is very easy to use as an unidentified person. He can appear next to certain people at will and complete certain transactions."
James had a bad feeling, "What a deal!"
"Devil's deal." Crowley raised an eyebrow, "Because of the agreement with Grande, I can't touch the people who control Barton's upper echelons. My hands can only reach out to those insignificant little characters." Crowley seemed a little bit He shook his head helplessly, "As for the insignificant little characters, you don't expect me to distract my precious manpower and let the demons occupy those bodies. Even the lowest level demons can't do it. My people deserve to be in Barton." Live a life of status, not irrelevance.”
"You..." James just started.
"You are right." Crowley nodded, "Welsh is my devil contract middleman in Barton. He brought me some insignificant little people, and they sold their souls to me to make their lives more comfortable. In exchange for the contract, they used their insignificant attributes to complete some small things for me that no one would care about."
James had nothing to say. No, there was so much to say that he didn’t know where to start!
"Due to some circumstances that are not clear to me yet, Wales, this guy who deals with a bunch of insignificant people, was targeted by some people." Crowley said in an impatient tone, "I I have no interest in taking care of him all day. I have already said that all he can bring to me are small things, and it is not worth wasting too much time on him. So it is time to ask the detective for help. Detective Lance, are you willing to take over? What?"
Crowley squinted her eyes. She probably had something more to say, "It's also a life for you policemen..."
"Took it." Zach, yes, Zach walked over with a smile and completed Crowley's words, "The job of a police detective is regardless of status or irrelevance, right, James."
James frowned and said gloomily, "When did you come?!"
"Just in time for Crowley's views on the future." Zach smiled and nodded towards Crowley, "I completely agree."
"Oh, that's good." Crowley tilted her head and smiled, "I thought my friendship with Grande was about to end."
"You're too worried." Zach smiled, "We've never had any friendship." Zach said something not worth laughing about with a smiling face, "The agreement between Grande and you is a mutually binding coexistence agreement. , even if the occasional cooperation is very fast, don't be sentimental, fallen angel." It is a threat, a reminder, coexistence agreement, please respect yourself.
"But." Zach raised his finger and raised his eyebrows. Before Crowley's face froze, "Thanks to Sunday, the little thing that the South District taught you to incite, Grande has recruited nine good people. New employees."
"You're welcome," Crowley answered. (.)