Corson returned to the police station early from the funeral, and he didn't even attend the farewell ceremony. Want to know why? Okay. Corson is a 'passive' believer in the Holy Lord's faith.

The reason for the passivity is that the wife of this police detective is a believer. If you remember the collapse of Mary's Church, you won't be surprised. As a detective's family, she passively accepted that her husband could hang up at any time for the sake of someone else's justice, and in fair exchange, Detective Cousson had to have a pre-dinner prayer and Sunday service with her...... All the actions that a believer should do.

Look, passive believers.

Passive believers like Detective Cousson had a stomachache when they heard Father Dans on the altar at the funeral speak of Chapman as a saint who was bound to go to heaven. Then Detective Corson left the stomach-wrenching occasion.

Don't get me wrong, Detective Cousson doesn't know that the demon Chapman is floating around the church. The reason for his stomach pain was that he confirmed that Chapman would not go to heaven because Chapman had committed suicide. Detective Corson was afraid to say something that would make the priest's 'speech' a joke when he spoke......

"What's going on. Curson looked away from the magazine in his hand and watched as two officers pushed a young woman in.

"Out-of-towners who came out of nowhere wanted to make trouble at the funeral. A police officer replied, "The chief asked Guan to educate him for a day." "Completely ungentle, pushing and pulling the young woman downstairs.

"I don't care if it's a police officer at the funeral, I tell you! There will be a price!" The young woman struggled to no avail, so she could only shout at the top of her voice, "Take someone else's funeral date! Do this to a poor girl! You will all have to pay the price! You will all go to hell!"

No one cares about this curse, which has been abused into a colloquial word......

I'm sorry. A passive believer with a stomachache cares.

Curson pouted and dropped the magazine and went downstairs. If you remember the structure of the Southern District Police Station, you should know that the detention and evidence offices here are underground.

Corson waved the two officers and took over the young woman himself. After pushing the person into the iron bar without much gentleness, he unhandcuffed him, pulled the cell door shut, and did not leave, staring at the woman.

It is also typical enough, the woman grabbed the iron bar with both hands and shook desperately, and after no result, she howled at Corson who was staring at her, "Let me out!"

Curson looked at the woman for a moment and called, "Name." ”

The woman stared at Corson, "I'm not going to tell you my name." ”

Corson snorted, "You're Hannah, aren't you?" ”

"You know me?!" surprised, then panicked, "How do you know my name?" uh, I was wrong, I apologize, don't leave me a criminal record, I'm still young......"

Although Curson looked impatient, he waved his hand after listening, "No one wants to leave you a criminal record." "Director Cologne's order is education, isn't it?

"Oh. Hannah seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and looked at Corson, "You know me?"

"I don't know you. "Curson is so blunt," I just know that Grande took the funeral of a Westerner, commissioned by a brother and sister, and the younger sister is named Hannah. ”

"Oh. Hannah's eyes...... There is light. Listening to her next question, everyone felt for themselves what this light was, "Is Grande being investigated by the police?"

"Why do you ask?" Corson didn't look at Hannah, he looked at the ground.

"I just find it strange that my father wasn't from Barton, and we didn't have an obituary [at Barton]. The father's death is not a case, so how can the police know about the business of a funeral home. Hannah wanted to see Cowson's expression, but it was too abrupt to squat on the ground to see Cowson's expression, and Hannah could only stare at the top of Cowson's head, which seemed to be a little scarce, "I thought Barton's funeral business was no longer a public resource. ”

"Hmph. Public resources. Curson didn't notice Hannah's cleverness, but didn't know what he was amused at, "No. A mocking snort vanished for a moment, and he looked up at Hannah, "Grande isn't a public resource, it's very private, very, very. There is something in that. I could barely understand what Curson meant—it was saying that Zach was single-mindedly in the service of James Lance.

In the consciousness of passive believers, the direct reason for Chapman's descent to hell is Zack's single-minded service to James, (when Cowson ran to James's apartment to confront James and killed Chapman, Zach himself took the blame on his back).

Hannah didn't understand the meaning of Curson, but the light in her eyes was even more so. She just misunderstood Patton's social habits again, "Don't you like the privatized funeral business, Mr. Officer, or just don't like Grande?"

This is the result of a conversation between two guys who each have their own agendas. Cousson couldn't understand what Hannah was saying, and frowned, "It's Detective Cosen." First of all, make it clear what the other party refers to in general, "There is nothing to like or dislike." Curson sighed, "But if you need an explanation, why today was supposed to be the scheduled date for your father's funeral to be occupied." I can tell you. ”

Corson glanced upstairs, probably not wanting to be heard, "Tomorrow is the first day of Barton-Newton High School Spring League. Most of the North Police Force was assigned to Fenway Park, and if Chapman ...... "one look at Hannah and don't think the other party knows who Chapman is," the police officers at Grande's funeral today. If his funeral is scheduled for tomorrow, most of the North District Police Station will not be able to attend. The day after tomorrow is Sunday again. Curson shrugged his shoulders, no need to explain, Sunday is the Sabbath prescribed by the Holy Lord, and the funeral industry is a holiday, so I haven't forgotten this stubble, "It's too inappropriate to drag it out until next week." So. Signaled Hannah's current situation.

Hannah frowned, looked at Corson, and then looked up and looked around, "Is this Barton North?"

"South District. ”

"yes, so this is Barton's Southern Police Department, so how do you know what's going on in the Northern Police Department?" It's the same as how Corson knew about the Grande business. Let's not delve into it, it's almost the same to use the sentence 'Detective Cowson, a senior police detective, after all, he once taught James, a stunned young man, how to mix in this special workplace'.

Ha. It would be hilarious if Hannah asked, 'Is the North Police Department under investigation?'.

Corson said, "I just know." Expressionless, "Do you have any opinions?" ”

"Nope. Hannah finally understood her situation, and, "Thank you." "At least that's an understandable explanation, better than Louise's forcible dismissal.

The reason Corson would make these unnecessary explanations is, "So don't curse people indiscriminately." No one is deliberately bullying you, you're just out of luck. ”

Hannah pouted, "My father died in your Patton, and the funeral was postponed by you at will, you call it bad luck?"

Corson didn't intend to convince anyone, passive believers, all he wanted was to get by in his heart. Just like Father Dans at the funeral, those prayers are not heartache when someone listens to them.

Not wanting to entangle Hannah any longer, Corson turned to leave.

"Wait a minute!" Hannah leaned on the bar, "Wait a minute! Can you at least let me call my brother? I don't want him to worry!"

This reminds Corson, "What about your brother?"

Hannah closed her mouth as soon as she opened her mouth, visibly reconsidering the wording, "He's in Newton, and we don't have much money to afford to stay in Barton's hotel." ”

The corners of Corson's mouth twitched, "Give me your contact information, and I'll inform your brother." ”

Hannah frowned, "He'll only be more worried when he knows I'm locked up here!"

"Don't you make your brother worry by making him think you're causing trouble at a police officer's funeral?" Coulson's logic is, of course, that Hannah's brother knows what his sister is up to, so instead of giving a brother the wrong impression of Barton's police, it is better to tell the other person that your sister has been sanctioned.

"Ugh. Hannah knew her logic had collapsed, "Forget it, don't inform my brother." ”

Corson glanced at Hannah, "Hmph, whatever you want." "Ignore it and go upstairs.

Do you know why Hannah changed her mind? Simple, she didn't want Corson to know that she, as a witness in a case of Newton's hiding body, ran away halfway. The Barton Police Department and Newton teamed up to send her back to Newton, which would be fun. Can you imagine how a certain brother would laugh at her sister~ If you can't imagine it, ask someone who has brothers and sisters around you.

Curson continued to read magazines, boring gossip magazines, purely to pass the time.

How long has it been? The human brain has no concept of time when it receives unnutritious gossip information.

"Is there anyone?!hey!is there anyone up there?!officer!detective Cowson!!" Hannah screamed from below.

Corson looked up, but only because he was named in his voice. Looking around, he was alone here, and the two guys who came back before didn't know what to do. Curson frowned and continued to look down at the magazine.

"Ahh

It was so harsh that Curson was in no mood to continue watching the gossip.

Curson dropped the magazine again and went downstairs, "Are you sick, do you want to stay here longer......" Curson closed his mouth and stared at Hannah huddled in the corner behind the bar, "Hey, what are you doing?"

Hannah, curled up in a ball, didn't look at Corson, and trembled and stretched out a hand and pointed in the direction.

Curson pursed his lips and said, "Don't do any boring tricks. While turning his head, the direction he looked at was the Evidence Division of the Southern District Police Station. Because the person on duty was at the funeral, the door was locked at this time. Curson looked at it for a moment, didn't see anything out of the ordinary, and turned to look back at Hannah, "Nothing." ”

Hannah jerked up from the corner and rushed to the bar, staring at the spot she had just pointed at with a somewhat hideous gaze.

Corson gave up his position with a mocking look on his face, so that Hannah could take a good look.

"Look, there's nothing. Corson prepares to leave again, warning is necessary, "If you go crazy again, you will regret it." ”

"Don't! Don't leave me here alone!"

When Corson turned his head to look back, half of Hannah's face was stuck between the bars, and her outstretched hands grabbed Cousson's direction. Outline...... Sad picture.

Corson didn't show sympathy, "You know you're here alone." "It means don't scream.

Corson replied, Hannah, not alone.

The flickering and jumping light and shadow reappeared at the same time as Corson left Hannah's vision, in front of the closed door of the evidence department.

The light and shadow drifted towards Hannah, and as Hannah retreated in horror and was about to scream again, the flickering light and shadow enveloped Hannah.

Presumably due to the cold touch from all over the body, Hannah froze in place.

"Is this the Federation?" awkwardly, unable to distinguish between male and female voices.

Hannah, who was frozen, didn't say anything.

The light and shadow fluttered violently, and the light that surrounded Hannah retracted, as if the human face made of mirrors appeared in the light and shadow, and turned in the direction of the evidence, "I was discovered by Toledo. ”

Hannah's pupils contracted once.

In the mirror-like human face, there are countless images of Hannah's pupils constricting. Roughly understood as this mirror-like ...... The creature 'saw' Hannah's physiological reaction, "Do you know Toredo?

Hannah's pupils ...... It's gone.

Don't worry, it's just a loss of focus.

Because this statement is strange to Hannah - Torredo of the Federation. Aside from the Federation, where else does Toredo exist?

We should revisit Hannah's premise.

She's a girl who's obsessed with Eli Toredo with her brother. Now that I have grown up, I worship Girlhood, and all I have left is the enthusiasm of going back to the West to burn down my room. But for what the title Toledo represents, she had a bet with her brother, and she won.

"You're confused. "On the human face made of mirrors, countless Hannah who are out of focus once again appear.

"Ahh

The mirror folded in the light and shadow, and Hannah watched as the mirror, stained with her own blood, disappeared in the misty folding...... Then, the human face with countless faceted edges and corners became rounded......

Hannah, watching her alternate self stand in front of her.

"I remember you, goodbye. ”

Hannah was so sure she heard her own voice!

But before Hannah could react, the self in front of her suddenly shattered, turning back into a human face made of countless mirrors, and then continued to change, turning into flickering light and shadow, and finally disappeared completely.

In the Southern District Police Station, there is nothing worth showing to everyone. Let's go back to the funeral.

The funeral has reached its final stage, and the people of the Grande Funeral Home have moved the coffin to the prepared cemetery. Attendees in the funeral ceremony, which required more privacy, were limited to Chapman's family and friends.

But the police did not leave, and lined up outside the Grande cemetery as if they were surrounded. The police's efforts to protect their brother's privacy are not over, and they will escort Chapman's family home after the funeral is completely over, naturally, to get rid of the media.

Zach, standing with Wes, James is long gone, the proposal is a big deal, he needs to prepare.

"I also hope that you can stop him. Wes's face was a little gloomy.

"If I stop it, he's more aggressive. Zach said.

"Hey. Wes sighed, "Can you guess why he's letting you here tomorrow?"

"I think I've guessed it. Zach shook his head, "But it doesn't matter, I won't be at Fenway Park tomorrow." ”

"Huh?"

"Tomorrow there is a funeral for Grande. Alice, they went to the game, Louise had to accompany me, and I had to stay with Grande to work. ”

"That James ......"

Zach waved his hand, "Trust me, Louise is better." ”

Zach said believe him, then we believe him.