The new year has arrived.

Mr. Kersma sat on the edge of the table, holding little Mr. Kersma in his arms, and there was little smile on his rigid face. He is very satisfied with his current life, and in the past he thought that restraining and controlling the children was the most powerful protection for their growth, but now it seems that his approach is wrong. Only by leaving the children protected by the eagle can they have the possibility of soaring into the sky.

Mason is now firmly in the position of Turnell police chief, and the biggest difference between him and previous police chiefs is that he is very talkative and rich. Good talk makes people want to be close to him, while having money makes people want to listen to him. Durin would give him a sum of money every month that would be enough for him to build his team, and he used the money well to maintain his police team.

Everyone has their own independent personality and thoughts, and when Plando was in power, everyone's life seemed to be good, and Plando always took out the black money he received to divide it up for everyone, so that everyone's interests were equal. But he also has a very strong desire to control the police station and the police. If he says something that can be done, then it can be done, and if someone does what he says it can't do, then someone is bound to leave the police station.

It is true that he has more money in his pocket, but he has also lost his independent position, and he must do everything according to Plando's orders, whether good or bad.

The police chief at the back was arranged by the governor, and he was very strict and did not allow any mistakes in the police department. Even a small thing, such as a document that has been misplaced in the bag, can result in a severe reprimand and some salary deductions. What's worse is that once a vicious case occurs, the police chief will give the investigator a time limit, half a month or a month, or other time limits, if it is not completed within the time limit, then he will take the initiative to admit punishment and deduct salary.

A boss who only knows how to be strict allows everyone to have an independent position and position, but the high-pressure working atmosphere makes many people unbearable, not everyone is a detective, and people continue to make mistakes, and people are constantly punished.

But Mason is different, he is always giggling, and when he has nothing to do, he invites everyone out to dinner, or somewhere to play for the night. For the cases that have already occurred, he only asks everyone to do their best to solve them, and does not give any targets. For something wrong, as long as it is not a major event, it will be over, and no one's salary will be deducted.

It is strange that under the leadership of such a director who is not so serious and does not have a strong desire to control, Turnier's law and order has been unprecedentedly improved. Of course, if you ignore that there are always some well-informed Guartes who provide the necessary clues and information for the police, then the police in the Tennell local police station are definitely the best in the empire.

As for the second son, Merlin...... Although Mr. Kersma is not very satisfied, he feels that it is still necessary to go to school, at least to be able to have more knowledge, which is a good thing for a person who needs to live in this society. In addition, Suri was already a little pregnant, and his upright stomach made Mr. and Mrs. Kersma very satisfied, and some small problems naturally disappeared.

As for Doolin...... That's a bastard.

Mr. Kersma gave Durin a very rough and short assessment, only two words.

Surrounded by children and grandchildren, there is nothing more comforting than this, and with the fact that there is no worry about eating and drinking, this is the happiest New Year that Mr. Kersma has ever lived.

If...... , yes, if.

If Walter hadn't come!

At about eight o'clock in the evening, there was a knock on the door of the house where Mr. Kersma lived, and he and Mrs. Quesma looked at each other, and then went to the closet and took out a coat. There was a compartment inside the coat, and two of his favorite weapons were inside. Mr. Kersma wasn't ignorant of that bastard Doolin was getting into so much trouble outside, so he needed to be a little wary.

"Who's outside?", he didn't open the door directly, one hand was already in his arms, as long as the other party's answer didn't satisfy him, he didn't mind shooting through the door first. As for whether it will hit the wrong person, that is the arrangement of the gods!

There was no answer from the door, and Mr. Kersma opened the safety and was about to shoot at the cat's eye, but Mrs. Kersma's hand pressed under the table and pushed open a template that could be slid open, and there was an exaggerated pistol inside.

It seems that the weapons of the entire Scarlet Dawn organization members are not made themselves, but are all from the nobility. From Leighton to Mr. and Mrs. Quesma, their usual weapons were once the most prized or favorite weapons of a nobleman.

"Me!", just as Mr. Kersma was about to pull the trigger, the voice outside the door sounded, he was very familiar, he inserted the gun back into the compartment of his clothes, opened the door, looked at Walt standing outside the door shivering in the wind and snow, frowned, "It's going to be the New Year in a while, I'm already enjoying this moment, but you're disturbing me!", he said, letting Walt walk in.

are all decades of old buddies, except for some things that happened in the middle that made them somewhat estranged from each other, in fact, the relationship is still good.

Walt shook the snowflakes off his body and walked in, his face pale like a vampire among the knights who had just crawled out of a coffin. He hung his coat on the clothes rack at the door, and followed Mr. Kersma to the dining room. The fire in the fireplace was crackling, and the snow had made some of the firewood a little damp, so there was some noise when it burned.

Mr. Kersma let his youngest daughter give up a place and gestured to the chair, "Would you like to have something to eat together?"

Walter shook his head, and he crouched in front of the fireplace, his body shaking. As if sensing something unusual, Mr. Kersma asked, "You didn't drink today?"

"I didn't drink ......", Walt's voice trembled as he spoke, "I haven't drunk it in two days!"

This answer surprised Mr. Kersma, Walt's "injury" was in the brain, and the doctor said that he was overstimulated and caused him to hallucinate from time to time, accompanied by severe headaches. Poor Walter could not afford to buy anesthetics, nor could he treat them as real drugs, so he could only numb himself by consuming a lot of alcohol, so that he could make himself better off and let his life come to an end in chaos.

But he hadn't drunk in two days, which was a serious problem. Mr. Kersma stood up from the edge of the table, and he went to the fireplace and sat down on a footrest, "What's wrong with you, old man?"

Walter tilted his head to look at Mr. Kersma, his expression, as if he had just been insulted by a few rough bears, the last time I saw him was at the funeral of Mr. Walt's family.

"She's back, she's back from hell!", the trembling voice concealed the great fear that made Mr. Kersma clearly feel his inner collapse at this moment.

"Who did you say she was back?"

Walter sniffed and lowered his voice slightly, like a little girl hiding under the bed afraid that the devil would find her, and there was a feeling in his tone that I have a terrible secret and only tell you one person, "Anna, I see her, she's back!"

Mr. Kersma's first reaction was impossible, "Are you trying to amuse me or scare me?" I remember very well that I shot Anna in the face and she died. Are you hallucinating again after you haven't drunk?", beckoning to Mason, "go get the strongest bottle, the poor creature needs some supplies." ”

Suddenly, Walter sprang to his feet, grabbed Mr. Kersma's neckline with both hands, and their faces were almost pressed together, "Listen to me, I really saw her, she's back." What are we going to do? Are we going to transfer?"

Mr. Kersma frowned and patted his hand holding his neckline, "Calm down, did you really see him?"

Walter felt a cold object against his scalp on his temple, so he let go of his hands very interestingly, and stepped back a little distance, and after watching Mr. Kersma take the gun back, he nodded vigorously, "Last time a child noticed a stranger outside the town, didn't you tell me to look for it?"

"I saw her, she was wearing a mask, she was surrounded by a couple of young men, and she looked a bit like a soldier. They walked around the neighborhood and left, I thought I had drunk too much, so I hadn't drunk for the past two days, and I was still able to recall all the memories I had of when I saw her, which proved not to be a hallucination!", Walter swallowed, "What are we going to do?"

Mr. Kersma chose to take Walt's word for the only thing in the world that could get him to quit drinking, and that was Anna.

"Didn't you always want to say that you were going to kill her with your own hands, and now is a good opportunity for you to achieve your dream ......," Mr. Kersma replied, sending Walter in great pain again.

Who would have thought that the woman who gave birth to a child for herself was actually a spy sent by the nobles to break into the organization, and who would have thought that this woman would actually lay a trap in order to catch Mr. Kersma, and even kill her own child and Walt's parents in front of herself. It was a fierce woman, and to this day Walter cannot forget this woman, fearing her, and hating her.

He often had some hallucinations after waking up in the middle of the night, as if she was back, but this time it was definitely not a hallucination, she really came back.

As soon as this woman who gave him great fear appeared, it broke his heart, and now he just wanted to escape, run away.

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