Elwood didn't really have high expectations for the meeting at first, and to be honest, he didn't have much of an interest in people like university professors.

Knowledge can make a person wise, but social status can easily make them arrogant and stupid again.

But from the very beginning, this Mr. Herwin was highly cooperative, and Elwood liked Herwin quite a bit in every way, which led to that conversation with him.

Elwood just chatted with the professor casually because he talked about children, but he didn't expect to get such an answer.

Although Mr. Herwin later laughed and explained that death was just a metaphor, Elwood did not believe him.

He didn't know whether death meant the death of the heart, or an unstoppable event, or the silence of the body, the dissipation of the soul.

None of that matters.

Because what separates Herwin from the good past is a gap that the gods cannot cross, and a regret that cannot be made up by the reversal of time.

That must be death, or something worse than death.

"Sir. One by one, young colleagues walked up to Elwood, "That's all the information about Hevendelenge that could be gleaned in a short period of time." ”

Elwood took the file from his subordinate's hand and opened it to look through it.

Although he has always behaved naturally when he gets along with Herwin, he actually lists Herwin among the objects of suspicion.

A good police detective will never reduce his suspicion of a person because of intuition and personal preference, and the only thing that can really judge a person's right or wrong is evidence.

If the evidence shows that Herwin is a criminal, then he will never be biased by personal feelings, on the contrary, even if he is very disgusted with Herwin, he will not raise his suspicion in his heart by the slightest.

As he flipped through the papers, he instructed his subordinates:

"Focus on investigating a student named Kelly, as well as Veronica's admirers who have been in contact with Hervin during this time, and call up the information of His Royal Highness Veronica in the bureau, but don't offend people without opening their eyes. “

He hasn't always been so slippery, but after all, he has gradually entered middle age, and he still has a large family to raise.

The subordinate cautiously asked:

"Princess Veronica, Veronica Galwin Pendragon?"

Elwood waved his hand impatiently:

"Is there a second Highness Veronica?"

The young man immediately nodded and rushed to the bureau with a resolute attitude.

This little guy is more or less half of his "fan", in the early years, he was not like now that he only shot the most urgent cases, and the surprisingly high number of solved cases and the solving rate made everyone amazed, and even many people thought that the Aaron Branch had falsified the data.

But as several shocking cases were announced, his name became more and more famous, and there was even a detective fire with him as the protagonist's prototype, but as he grew older, he no longer liked to show off as much as before, and after having a family, he rarely appeared in the most dangerous places.

Of course, this is just that he has a low profile, and it does not mean that he has lost his fighting spirit or his intelligence has declined.

But he was still horrified by the new case, not because of its complexity and the difficulties of the investigation, for he did not flinch from the questioning of the nobles and the teasing of the genius criminal, but the next day he continued to recite the name of the dead King Arthur, and prayed in his heart over and over again.

My king shelters, leads me in the direction, my king shelters, the evil light dims, my king shelters, the charm dies, my king shelters, the devil retreats.

He doesn't show the slightest fear or anxiety in front of anyone, but to tell the truth, he is scared.

What he fears is not the most vicious criminals, not the evil devils who may appear, but the eternal separation between heaven and man, the possibility of never seeing his family again.

Of course, he did not have this concern because he had a family, and he had completed quite a few difficult and dangerous cases some time ago, but it was far less than that.

He was terrified when he saw the corpse.

The accurate intuition that had helped him solve all sorts of mysteries was now warning him, warning him not to move forward, not to try to get even a glimpse of the truth.

As long as he took a step forward, all that awaited him was a deep silence, and his whole intellectual world would be torn apart.

But he couldn't, the city needed him, Aaron needed him, the people needed him.

Their accusation is that children can sleep peacefully at night, and adults can walk the streets freely without fear of the murderers who pop up from nowhere.

Elwood walked out of the scene of the killing, threw the last cigarette in the trash, and reinvigorated himself.

Less than ten meters behind him, two lifeforms walked in the warning zone as if no one was around.

The crowded crime scene was supposed to refuse any guests to visit, but some people had a master pass.

Sgate White almost threw up yesterday's dinner, and his face looked as bad as if he had just eaten a pile of carrion full of maggots.

"Blackie, why did you bring me here?"

The stickman giggled:

"You can't stand it like this, do you? Didn't you make me dispose of his corpse and make things bigger? Didn't I perfectly carry out your request?"

Yes, it was Sgate who killed Abbas with his own hands, and it was he who asked the stickman to commit such a blasphemous act, but he never guessed that the sight made him stand there and tremble.

Because we understand evil, we can feel more than others.

"Wouldn't that be too much? ”

The stickman pretended to be disappointed and sighed:

"Why are you scared, this corpse is just a little joke, I thought you were more talented. ”

How could Sgate White not hear that this was the stickman's merciless ridicule and sarcasm, and the punishment for daring to make a request to the stickman.

But he only said in an almost humble tone:

"How could I be scared? I just want to avoid pointless trouble. ”

The stickman nodded in satisfaction, of course, just wanting to appreciate Sgate's expression as he hovered back and forth between joy and pain.

For the first time in his life, Sgate White felt guilty and grieved for the world.

He had already regretted unleashing the devil, and he thought that the stickman was nothing more than the other demons that their family had dealt with.

Evil, greedy, tyrannical, but only one of a race that is more prone to evil than humans, and whose social culture is violent and violent.

But stickman is different, its evil is not comparable to that of organic life, not imagined by the jelly-like brains of humanoids, and not within the scope of the understanding of the residents of the four-dimensional space.

It's not worth it, whether it's for the family's wishes, or for the ancestors' wishes, or even for his own wishes, it's not worth releasing such a monster.

If there was a throne in Hell, it would inevitably leave an empty seat for the stickman, and even if he disdained it, the demons would build a chair and repair it for eternity.

But there's no turning back, Sgate White, think about your future, the demons are free anyway, so it's better to reap as much as you can.

At least until the end came, he was going to binge all night long.