Back at the police station, facing his colleagues who still seemed busy, James was much calmer. Whatever the North Police Department's efforts to cover up the chaos in the Southeast, at least it was effective, and the ordinary citizens of Barton did not panic.

James's partner, Cowson, on the contrary, looked irritated. Oh, and the detective who has an informant in the Southeast, but who hasn't been able to provide a little useful information, is still being sidelined.

"Lance, follow me!" Cousson grabbed James and rushed upstairs. James didn't even have time to put down the portrait in his hand.

"What!" James grabbed Curson's hand in front of the elevator, "I'm going to arrange for the sketcher to meet the workers who came to give clues!"

With Eve's painting, it is good that the workers were able to provide the appearance of the man who was 'said' to have suddenly spontaneously combusted. But, out of a certain strange psychology, looking at Eve's portraits that are so extreme that they are more detailed than photographs always makes people feel unreal, and James prefers to trust the sketcher in his bureau rather than some little girl who is not real to see.

"Ugh. Detective Cousson casually fished out a passing guy and ordered in his own detective rights, "You go over there and call that group of people, and send a sketcher over!"

The guy glanced at the irresistible Curson, pouted, and nodded, this is the matter.

James was dragged into the elevator, and Curson ignored his colleagues running outside the elevator door shouting "Elevator, wait!", his fingers poking at the button to close.

Well, anyway, the ostracized Corson really didn't make any effort at all, and pulled the corners of his mouth to look at the colleague outside the closed elevator door and made a bad lip shape.

The sound was inaudible, and the elevator began to move upwards, and James frowned as he looked at the brightly pressed top button. Coulson is going to see the director of Cologne!

"Curson. What do you want to do?" James watched as his partner hunched his waist and stared impatiently at the throbbing, growing numbers on the elevator door.

Corson glanced at James and ignored him.

"Cosen!" James doesn't like to be ignored, and he doesn't like to be pulled to see the director all of a sudden! James needs to know what his partner is up to! "You're going to tell me what we're going up there for?!"

"You'll know when you go up!" Cousson snorted, shaking his legs irritably.

I don't know who is in a hurry, James looked at Curson, who was impatient all over his body, and shook his head. Whispered, complaining, "You're so positive for Grande." ”

Coulson was positive enough, as if he James wasn't positive! Every time he said 'no,' every time he refused all of Zach's requests, what should he do, the young detective did it first!

Curson's gaze turned to James, and the corners of his mouth pulled gloomily, "How many times have you disappeared inexplicably and secretly investigated things yourself?" Suddenly I took out an important clue to the case, thinking I don't know how you got it!

James's face collapsed, his fists clenched...... Facts are always the hardest thing to quibble, and James doesn't have Zach's tongue.

Curson pulled out the portrait James was holding, as if to prevent James from breaking it, "Alright! Don't mess around there! I'm too lazy to rob your informant! Grande is yours!" Based on the simple fact that Zach probably didn't even know Cowson's name, he kept calling him "Detective Curson". And the name between James and Zach, hehe. So close that sometimes even the name is omitted, and you know that you are talking to each other when you stare at it!

James's anger was accumulating, and for the reason, he didn't know how to refute Corson's statement. Oh, to be more precise, James didn't even know whether to refute it or not. He couldn't imagine Zach working with a detective who didn't know Zach's true identity. That's not cooperation, it's a puppet manipulated by vampires.

"We're going to see the Director!" Cousson ignored James, he couldn't guess what James was thinking right now, "You'd better be honest! Don't interrupt later!"

Corson unfolded Eve's drawing, glanced at it, twitched the corners of his eyes, put it away, took a deep breath, and as the value on the elevator door gradually approached the maximum, he was going to prepare for a conversation with the director for a while.

As the elevator reached the top, Coulson took one last deep breath and walked purposefully to the director's office and knocked on the door.

"I've given you enough time!, you've done one thing!" said the man in the office who was about to leave and open the door, gloomily saying something like an ultimatum.

Who has the position to give an ultimatum to the chief of the Patton Police Department?

Anthony's gaze swept over the faces of the two detectives standing in the doorway, and without a single change, he walked straight to the elevator.

James and Cousson obviously did not have the bearings of the mayor, and for a moment they watched the mayor's back enter the elevator in a daze, and then turned to the other, maintaining a gloomy expression after an unpleasant conversation and staring directly at the elevator door that began to close.

"What are you two looking at!" Chief Cologne's voice revealed his exasperation, "Come in!"

James and Corson shuddered, came back to their senses, entered the office, and cautiously closed the door. Obviously, the director was in a bad mood, and as a direct result, James and Corson stood unnaturally at their desks, and no one spoke for a while.

The director of Cologne closed the documents on the table, apparently from the previous conversation with the mayor.

"What's the matter!" Cologne finished sorting out the papers, and the two people opposite him hadn't spoken yet, he asked in a bad tone, "Speak!"

"Uh......" Cousson snapped.

"Hurry up!" Cologne slapped the table, it seemed that the conversation with the mayor had been very bad.

"Director!" Cousson took a step forward and sat down in his chair without permission, "We're looking into a case, I think ......"

"Case?!" Cologne glared at Corson, "I don't remember what case your team leader assigned to the two of you!" The anger of the previous conversation clearly dominated the mood of the current director, "What did you two do again?!! What kind of trouble did you two get into!"

"We didn't ......" There was actually a hint of grievance, Curson pursed the corners of his mouth, 'trouble' is not a mark of Detective Curson's career, "Director, I know it's not a good time." But please be sure to listen to me! I think this case has a big impact! It's no better than the current situation in the Southeast......" Curson gritted his teeth, "Okay!"

It means that it is even worse to be fought by gangs in the Southeast!Wait, is Corson still going to say that Grand's Zach took the commission perfunctorily - that ridiculous spontaneous fire?

"The situation in the Southeast?!" Director Cologne seemed to be ignited, staring at Curson in front of him with extreme anger, letting go of his voice and upbringing, "What the do you know about the Southeast!!"

Corson's face was turning green. That's it, he, Cowson, doesn't even know the fart about the situation in the Southeast!

"Useless fellow!" Director Cologne glanced at Corson viciously, as if he had raised a man who had eaten idle meals for nothing, "We have a little inside information from the southeast, and things won't turn out like this!"

Guess it, the anger accumulated from the previous conversation with the mayor was vented at this time. So, the content of the previous conversation, is it a problem in the southeast?

"How long has it been! The public, the media, have begun to notice something! What about us?!" Cologne slapped the table, his eyes no longer looked at Cousson who had completely lowered his head, but the target of his anger was completely shrouded in Cosen, "There is no news from the police department that can be made public!!!How did this chaos begin?Which gang started to take the lead?What is the purpose of those gangs?What are those gangs going to do? We don't have anything to say!!No!"

Cologne flipped through the papers on his desk with a wide range of movements, "We're still collecting bodies in the Southeast!" Don't panic the civilians!, but does it work?!" Cologne glared at Coulson again, "Do you say it works? The media is about to find out what our police department has done during this time!" laughed angrily, "We don't have any information available to the public, they won't say that we are trying to maintain stability, they will write us as conspirators who cover up the truth from the public!!"

Uh! Zack is right! Zach is right again! Whether it's some malicious 'police conspiracy' theories because of the police's sense of territorial unfairness, or the police are still hiding the facts because the police haven't made anything public about it.

The director of Cologne was not moving, staring at Cosen, whose head was lowered almost against his desk. "Who is it all because of?! You!Detective Cowson!!We allow you to occasionally use your personal power to do something in the Southeast, just to ask you to maintain the informant in the Southeast! Now we need your informant, when we need your resources, what about people?!!

To answer this question, practice projecting images in front of a mirror in the Grande basement.

"So don't tell me about the Southeast! you're not worthy!" Director Cologne's mood seemed to turn slightly, "You don't know anything at all!" At least, there was no more foul language.

James stood honestly on the sidelines, listening to all this, not knowing what to think, but he was a little sympathetic to his partner, so he spoke, "Director, we are here to talk about other cases...... It is to remind the director who vented his emotions that they are here for other things.

"Shut up!" Cologne seemed to be ignited with another wave of anger, "Detective Reims!" deliberately raised his voice again, "I think you're not bad either!As soon as you came back from vacation, you first got a small case in the North District to Bisharp in the West End, ha!" Laughing sarcastically, "Hehe! made a big case under pressure from a group of people above!"

You know what Cologne is talking about, the 'truth' 2.0 of Sharp Manor.

In the incident in which Zach is an alien race, these human beings will never get the truth, only under the truth, layer after layer of illusion woven with various events and coincidences.

James was not ready for the Director's anger to be transferred to himself, frowning, pursed his lips, and stood still with his whole body tense.

"What have you come up with now?" Director Cologne leaned back, inexplicably with a relaxed posture and a strange turn. This is a wordless abandonment, "Hehe, whatever." His gaze was unresponsive to the ceiling, his hands were clasped, he looked very relaxed, he shook his head against the upper edge of the backrest, and his tone was completely cold, "What a case, said." ”

James was not ready to speak again, and stood with his head bowed, not knowing what he was thinking.

Corson raised his head at this time, and his face was not good. At this time both of them were in the case of boredom with the director, well, so to speak. It may not seem like a good choice to continue talking, but what needs to be said is still to be said.

"Director, do you remember the news that asked me to go to the Newton police in the fight club case with Newton?" Corson's tone was very careful, careful not to touch the director's minefield again.

Director Cologne moved his shoulder. It's an answer.

"Well, do you remember that I compiled a detailed account of the terrorist attack in Newton later in the case, when the club had not yet arrived at Barton?"

Cologne's eyes twitched, and he leaned back from his chair and looked at Corson with a serious expression, "What do you want to say." ”

"The same thing happened in Barton. "Corson knew the Director's attention was back. Throw away everything that came before, grievances or whatever, so to speak!

James was shocked, what a ridiculous fire? No, it can't be! Saint Sissi wasn't at Barton at all!

"Impossible!" the Cologne director's gaze glared, "the club's case has been solved, and the leader is already wanted (fake, impossible wanted portrait.) Based on a painting by a dead Pais, the members were all brought into the bureau for interrogation. According to the action model of the club in Newton, the members of Barton are still in the stage of primary brainwashing, and at most they will do some small things that destroy public facilities and affect law and order!"

"I know. Corson replied solemnly, "I don't want to speculate like that. But......" Cousson took a deep breath, "I suspect it's not a member of the club in Patton!" Cousson suddenly unfolded Eve's drawing, "Director! James and I received word from the informant that Patton had a ridiculous spontaneous combustion incident at the same time a few days ago, which caused the fire!"

Director Cologne looked at the portrait in more detail than the photo. The expression is waiting for an explanation.

"When the Newton police came, they provided a casualty report and a detailed analysis of the club's modus operandi, including this suicide attack!"

It should not be surprising that this is a violent element that the Saints have specially 'trained' to fight against Newton's demons. Suicide attacks, terrorist attacks, heh, these words are too shallow!

"But you asked me to get the news, so I sorted out the number of club members that Newton had in his possession, and the casualty data in their attack later, and found that it didn't match! Some of the club members on Newton's side were not captured by them at all!"

"I've read your report. "I thought we had reached a consensus, the club was transferred to Barton, the case was also solved at Barton, and these remnants have fled." During that time, we have worked with the transportation department to strictly investigate the floating population in and out of Barton in the direction of Newton, and we have found nothing. ”

"Yes!" Curson was a little excited, "the problem is that we only paid attention for a while! Now! Yes, we have solved the case of the club, haven't these remnants thought of revenge? Retaliate against Barton!"

Cousson pointed to the portrait, "James and I have questioned in detail about the witnesses at the scene of a spontaneous combustion fire, this is the ......" Cousson was momentarily stuck, "The portrait provided by an enthusiastic citizen, uh, the point is, we confirmed that no one knew the perpetrator!

"Somewhere?" Cologne stared at Cowson, "where?"

"Paising!" Cologne replied, "we all know where Paisying is, it turns out that in the early days of Barton's history, the workers of the Herman factory, the second and third generations who stayed behind (the relationship between the Herman factory and Paising, as explained in the Fight Club incident volume, James's undercover line). ”

Corson was showing how strange it was for a stranger to appear in a community of the remnants of the descendants who had mixed feelings about Pais, looking at his director, "And they don't know this man!"

"You're just guessing!" said Director Cologne's face grew annoyed again, "if this is what you're going to say, a conjecture about something that has been pieced together! Hmph, if you've tried to use this to divert your incompetence in the Southeast, then you're wrong!"

Curson's face was ugly, and it seemed that Director Cologne was right, "Director, I didn't plan anything!" quibble? "I'm just asking for permission, James and I are willing to do our best to investigate this case! I know I'm useless in the Southeast! But this! What if I'm right?! Barton can't afford this yet another bad incident! I can't let it go!"

This conversation has come to an end.

Director Cologne stared at Corson for a long time, a little awkwardly, and finally shook his head, "You have my permission, this case is your partner with you." ”

In the moment when Coulson relaxed, Director Cologne added with the corners of his mouth tugging, "Just the two of you, don't expect me to match you with anyone! Now the bureau has no resources to waste for you! Now, get out!" (To be continued......