"Old Duncan is in danger?!"
The couple said in unison.
"I hope that such a good man will not encounter any misfortune, but as old Duncan himself said, from the perspective of the logic of those sanctimonious police officers, they may not let him go."
Eugene said sadly.
"Then is there any way we can help him?"
Kirk asked simply, she didn't want anything to happen to old Duncan.
"We only know that his name is Old Duncan, but we don't even know where he lives. How can we help him?"
Eugene spread his hands helplessly, while Hermann thought silently.
"What are you thinking about?"
Eugene looked at Hermann who seemed to be thinking and asked.
“I was thinking that if we took the initiative to go to the police, Kirk would not be a suspect, but a witness.
Wouldn’t it be more beneficial for us to do so?”
Hermann said uncertainly.
"Oh, what a genius idea! No matter how crazy those police officers are, they can't find any reason to cause trouble for Kirk.
That’s what we should do.”
Eugene said cheerfully.
He seemed to have seen the day when the problem would be resolved and he could return to business.
"I know where the police station is. It's on Plank Street."
Kirk said immediately.
"Then what are you waiting for? Just change your clothes and go."
Eugene urged.
"Wait, what to say then is still a question."
Hermann said cautiously.
At this moment, the door of the room where Hermann was was knocked rudely several times.
"Open the door! Outsiders! You are in trouble!"
The three of them looked at each other. They had originally planned to take the initiative but they didn't expect that they had been found.
Herman winked at Kirk, and Kirk went into the room to change into decent clothes.
Hermann opened the door and responded politely,
"What can I do for you?"
Standing outside the door was the police captain Wesker, and the two police officers who had met Kirk yesterday followed closely behind him.
When Hermann saw that they were wearing the emblem that old Duncan had mentioned, he seemed to feel a slight chill from the emblem.
"Mr. Herman Einstar and Mr. Eugene Einstar? May I ask if Ms. Pauline Kirk lives with you?"
The tall bearded team leader Wesker was looking through the check-in list he had received from the hotel.
"Oh, it's us. Kirk is changing in the inner room. Officer, you came at the right time. We were just about to look for you."
Hermann bent his waist and said humbly.
At this time, Hermann was pretending to be happy, as if he had not heard the police officer's shouting outside the door at all.
A drop of cold sweat on his forehead betrayed Hermann's nervousness.
Wesker made an impatient expression after hearing this.
"I don't have time to wait for a lady to get dressed and then call her out in something she can wear to go out.
We in Milan police now suspect Pauline Kirk of being involved in a murder.
Please come out immediately and assist us in our investigation."
Kirk's voice came from the inner room. She changed out of her pajamas and put on an exquisite dress.
She walked out of the inner room slowly and gracefully. She saw two familiar police officers behind Wesker and said,
"Oh, good morning officers. I was just about to head over to the police station to look for you guys."
She looked calm and composed, not at all concerned about the murder the police officer was talking about, if her hands, clasped together in front of her chest, were not trembling slightly.
Wesker looked up and down at the dignified and beautiful Kirk, with an obscene look in his eyes and a meaningful smile on his face.
“Please come with us, ma’am.
We need Madam to come back to the police station with us to give a statement."
The older officer behind Wesker spoke up.
The older police officer who understood Captain Wesker's habits naturally knew what Wesker was thinking, so he told him the procedure before the captain could speak.
The older police officer is a veteran among police officers. He does not offend anyone and has always been acting as a middleman with ease.
The seductive and corrupt theories of the Interstellar Wisdom Cult did not have a profound impact on the older police officer. His subconscious reminded him that it was not as good a cult as it appeared on the surface.
Seeing that Kirk was unmoved and turned his gaze to Wesker in the front, the older police officer said quickly,
“Please don’t make it difficult for us, ma’am. As long as you can help us complete the procedures, you can go home.
Otherwise, you will be treated as a prisoner obstructing police officers."
Herman heard the older police officer's hidden meaning and stood in front of Kirk and said,
"Of course, we will cooperate with your work, but as Kirk's husband, I think I should have the right to accompany him throughout the whole process?"
"Except for the interrogation session, you can accompany me at other occasions."
The older officer answered Herman's question and winked at Herman.
The slightly younger officers thought the older officer was a little abnormal today, but they didn't care.
In the past, the two of them would just silently follow behind Wesker and watch him act arrogantly, but today the older police officer seemed to talk a little too much.
Wesker turned to look at the older officer but said nothing.
At this time, little Alberta in the inner room woke up and shouted,
"Mom, mom."
Hermann bowed to Captain Wesker.
“Also, we have a one-year-old child at home, and Kirk needs to be by his side at all times.
But I believe that a baby won’t hinder your work, right?”
"No problem. Take your belongings. I'll give you five minutes."
Wesker said impatiently.
"Thank you for your consideration, officer. May I know your name? Would you like to come in and have a cup of tea?"
Hermann asked.
"No need for tea, I'm Wesker, the squad leader of the Tama District Police Station.
Seize the moment. ”
Wesker leaned against the door, took out his pocket watch, glanced at it and said.
Herman nodded to Eugene on the sofa and took enough cash. Kirk held little Albert and carried a small bag in his hand, which contained milk powder, bottles, diapers, etc.
After the couple left with the three police officers, Eugene took a lot of cash and went straight to the city hall.
In the alley next to the hotel, there was a medical kit covered in blood on the ground.
Next to a trash can deep in the alley, lay an extremely weak man.
He struggled to crawl to the medical kit, took out some bandages and ointments with trembling hands, and gave himself some rough treatment, but the effect was minimal.
I leaned against the trash can and looked at the sunlight shining through the gap between the two buildings above the alley.
The sunlight was a little dazzling, but very warm.
He held the medical bag in his arms and let out a breath.
——
We walked past many Gothic buildings and even the Arch of Peace that looked like a triumphal arch.
The couple did not communicate much along the way. Instead, little Albert twisted and turned in Kirk's arms, looking at the scenery around him.
Due to the influence of the Renaissance, even the police station is a Renaissance-style building.
Gorgeous and elegant, but at the same time exudes a chilling aura.
The main tone of the building, which is a mix of black and white, makes the building look like a man-eating beast.
Wesker led Herman and his party to a separate small room and sat down.
The space inside the room is so small that sitting inside seems to make people feel suffocated.
In the middle of the room stood a square table, on which stood a crudely made oil lamp.
The light from the oil lamp flickered, giving people an uneasy and oppressive feeling. Obviously, you won't get a cup of fragrant coffee in such an environment.
Wesker assigned two officers to bring extra chairs and sat down across from the couple.
Little Albert seemed to feel uncomfortable in such an environment and nestled in Kirk's arms.
His round eyes glanced secretly at the ferocious Wesker.
Wesker took out some portraits from the drawer and handed them to Kirk.
"Look, do you know this lady?"
The portrait was of Mrs. Lillian. Although she was wearing different clothes than when we met, her features and outlines were painted quite delicately.
Kirk nodded and took the initiative to say,
“I’ve seen her before, she should be Mrs. Lillian from the merchandise store.
Herman said earlier that the reason we planned to come to you on our own initiative was because after I went back and thought about it carefully, I felt that Mrs. Lillian's mental state was not normal.
Could it be that what happened today is related to Madam Lillian?"
Kirk pretended that he had no idea that Mrs. Lillian had passed away, and took the initiative to throw the question to Wesker.
Wesker asked the young police officer to write down what Kirk said in a notebook and said quickly,
"Mrs. Lillian was found dead in her store, and you were her last customer."
Wesker slammed the table and stood up.
"Speak! Outsider! Why did you do such a cruel thing to Madam Lillian?"
The sudden loud noise frightened little Albert, and he burst into tears.
Kirk hurriedly comforted him, patted little Albert gently, and glanced at Wesker with resentment.
"I just arrived in this city. I took my child with me when I went shopping yesterday. Why would I, an unarmed woman, kill a store owner
Officer Wesker, we are just here to give you a friendly reminder."
Wesker obviously didn't buy what Kirk said. He leaned forward and almost got in front of Kirk.
"Outsider! Tell me everything you know. I won't hold back just because you're a woman or a mother. Do you understand?"
Facing Wesker's threat, Herman said unhappily,
"Officer Wesker, this doesn't seem to be in accordance with the rules."
"Rules? Once you enter this door, I am the rules!"
Wesker said wildly.
Facing the arrogant Wesker, Hermann realized that this was not a reasonable person.
Now we can only place our hopes on Eugene, and my presence here is just to serve as a guarantee for Kirk.
Wesker took out a stack of sketches of Mrs. Lillian and slapped them on the table.
"Look at this poor woman! She died from a dagger, a dagger you brought with you!
There is no such evil in the city of Milan!
Milan is a city blessed by the god of wisdom!"
There was a frightening fanatical admiration in Wesker's eyes, and hatred for the dagger was expressed on his face.
All this was something Hermann and the other man could not understand.
"Mr. Wesker, please calm down. As far as I know, that is the relic left to Mrs. Lillian by her ex-husband.
She has always cherished this dagger and made a display case for it.
You can go to her merchandise store and have a look.”
Kirk explained.
Kirk understood a message from Wesker's words: this dagger seemed to be a symbol of something ominous, so he had to clarify the relationship between himself and the dagger.
Wesker took off the emblem on his chest and slapped it on the table.
"In the name of the God of Wisdom, I hold you guilty."
The silver emblem suddenly shone with a strange light, and some silver-white chains appeared beside Kirk.
Hermann's eyes were filled with panic, and he stretched out his hands to tear off the chains that suddenly appeared.
When Hermann touched the chains, he immediately let out a muffled groan. Those silver-white chains were like red-hot irons.
Kirk's first reaction was to hug little Albert tightly, curl up his body and close his eyes.
She was also afraid of the chains, but little Albert took the initiative to stretch out his little hand and touch the chains.
Before Kirk could react, Little Albert's hand had already touched the chain.
He was not afraid of the chains of condemnation.
The chains turned into light and dissipated into the air at his touch, and the two police officers behind Wesker were stunned.
Ever since Wesker mastered the chain secrets of the Interstellar Wisdom Order, his character has become extremely cruel.
Once this move is used, no one can last more than three minutes before they kneel down and beg for mercy, confessing everything, even their special quirks and bad habits.
This has also become an established "extra step" in the police station.
Even Wesker, the caster, did not expect that the invincible chains would retreat on their own.
The moment the chains disappeared, Wesker spat out a mouthful of blood.
The black blood dripped onto the square table, making Mrs. Lillian's paintings look even more evil.
Wesker saw the great terror of the world at the moment when the secret technique backfired. He slumped in his chair and muttered,
"Silver spoon. Silver spoon."
Then he shouted like crazy,
"I was wrong. I was wrong! Let me go! Let me go!"
In front of everyone's eyes, Wesker repeatedly banged his head against the iron square table.
Even though he was bruised and bloody, he still shouted,
"I was wrong! Let me go!"
The police officer sitting behind him hurriedly stabilized Wesker's body, but he still slammed against the metal square table with unstoppable force.
The flat square tabletop had been dented by Wesker.
Two police officers held Wesker's flanks and tried to stop him.
Herman covered Kirk's eyes and watched Wesker's next change in amazement.
Wesker stopped crying and opened his mouth.
The tongue in the mouth seemed to be pulled out by an invisible force, and it became longer and longer until it broke off at the root.
A large amount of black blood sprayed from Wesker's mouth like a fountain onto the two police officers.
Faintly, Hermann heard a sentence:
"Humph, you're too talkative."