A new day, a new beginning. ★ , □x. But James was not in a happy mood. He walked into the police station with a sleep-deprived blue on his lower eyelids, he didn't sleep well last night.

The police station was in a busy atmosphere in the morning, but everyone was the opposite of James, they walked briskly past James, smiling and greeting, "Morning! Detective Lance!"

James barely bred himself together and saluted everyone back, but his eyes fell on the silhouette sitting at his desk.

This silhouette James watched it all night yesterday, although he took off his ill-fitting clothes, put on his police uniform, and removed his gauze...... But James recognized him at first sight. The 'best' way to get to know someone is to get kidnapped by him.

Curson sat in a chair with wheels, crossed the confines of his desk, invaded James's side, put one hand on Chapman's shoulder, and the other on the table, leaned against Chapman, and said something in fragments.

"Lance!" Cousson beckoned to spotting James, "Pierce is writing a report, come and see!"

Chapman turned his head, his gaze met James in the air. It's a pity that they don't have any tacit understanding, and they don't receive the messages from each other, but they all have weird embarrassment.

James shook his head, shook off the weird feeling, walked to his desk, picked up a report and looked at it. Just like filling in the reason for use and bullet consumption after shooting, this is a cumbersome paperwork that has to be done. It's just that Chapman's report was much stricter than the shooting, he was derelict in his duty, everything on his body related to the police was stolen, and in the reason column, he wrote 'drunk and unconscious'. Before dereliction of duty, it is necessary to add strict zhòng.

"How?" asked Curson, frowning, "I think you should add that it's a patrol." Corson's hand shook in front of his chest, trying to make his point, "Ask your friend to make a proof." You know. Make this look ......"

"Less responsibility. James was expressionless and put down the text. He coldly raised his hand and motioned Chapman to get up, which was his exclusive table for Lance Detective.

Chapman didn't have any expression, and gathered the scattered Wen Jiàn and stood up.

Corson glared at James and led Chapman to his desk, telling Chapman to read it to him when he was done. As a veteran police detective. Corson knew how to make this kind of writing look 'good'.

When Corson had finished his explanation, he walked over to the side where James had just sat down, "You, you come here!"

James shook his head helplessly, his partner was going to teach himself a lesson again.

The two detectives bypassed the police hall and walked to the bathroom, and Cousson dispersed everyone very domineeringly, glaring at James, "James, what's the matter with you!"

I used the term 'James'. Our young detective tugged at the corners of his mouth. When he was working, Colson rarely called James by his first name, but often by his last name. Once the name is called during working hours, it means that Corson has to put aside his work and teach the principles of life.

"You've found him!" Coulson stared at James, "you know he's innocent at all, don't you have a little remorse for himself? It was to comfort himself, "So it's okay to have a little empathy now! Then lose that gloomy face! Be nice to him!"

James looked at his partner. Innocent? James took a deep breath, Zach was right, he needed someone he could communicate with, or he would be suffocated sooner or later, "Sorry, I didn't sleep well." ”

Corson looked at James's face for a moment. "Then get some coffee!" said to James, who was much more relaxed and had no interest in teaching, "uh." Get me a drink too, today we're stuck in the game again. ”

James frowned, "Why?"

Corson walked to the urine bucket, his movements skilful, and his tone was reasonable, "There is no transfer of the case from above, let's continue to deal with it." ”

James could have foreseen that if Chapman Pearce's case were to be handed over, there would be many problems, such as blood stains on the patrol car and where the stolen things had gone, which would not have been resolved. Once investigated, although the case has been disassociated with Chapman, the ultimate responsibility is still on him.

It's better to let the two people who started at the beginning continue to deal with it, and simply turn the case into the disappearance of the police officer, Chapman found it, and that is when the case was terminated. As James said, less responsibility.

"Why are we trapped in the bureau?" James tilted his head and stared at the ceiling, Curson was older than him, at least etiquette.

"Hmph. Curson snorted with obvious disdain, "In the wee hours of the morning, someone turned themselves in. After the sound of water, Corson walked to the sink with a gloomy face, "I'm going to get everything out of that guy's mouth!"

James pursed his lips, and Crowley's movements were so fast. Yes, it's Crowley. The reason James didn't sleep well was because Zach called in the middle of the night, and since then, James's mind has been a mess and he can't sleep.

Zach on the phone may have eaten too much at night and was full of energy for almost half an hour. To the effect that he left the attic, he went to Crowley's, and after finishing up with Vandall's escape, he complained that he didn't know what to do to make James not annoying, so that the gangs in the southeast would cooperate.

Then Crowley offered to take over the troublesome job herself. Zach was on the phone, repeating and repeating, he refused and refused-

No, I said to Crowley, not really. At most, I used the Enchanting Pupil for one night to bury everyone's memories. Although it is tiring, James may also feel uncomfortable, but this is the safest way, what is it if I am tired. How dangerous is it for the devil to do it, possessed? Threatened? James, you say, you're going to be more uncomfortable, right? And if the gang members die, it's not good. Are you right, James?'

In the pitch black attic, James sat on the floor, covering his face with one hand and holding the earpiece in the other, listening to the vampires on the other side, 'demons', 'eyes of charm', and no sleep.

What Zach said later, James, who had been completely sober, had to listen, and the final result was that Crowley's persistence made Zach agree, otherwise Crowley would pursue Zach for letting Vendall go. Out of desperation, Zach agreed. That's the point.

However, Zach still repeatedly emphasized that he confirmed that no one would die and no one would be threatened. And then the vampires, who were still a little 'worried', thought it would be better to inform James.

James, who already knows a little about Zach, of course knows that this is just a vampire passing the buck and talking a lot of nonsense, but he does not forget to put himself on the victim and considerate side.

But for James, this was beyond his reach. Those in the Southeast, whether they fall into the hands of Zach or Crowley, or even their partner Cowson, will not end well.

Unlike Cowson, who wanted to get Chapman out of responsibility as much as possible, James consoled himself with this: the people in the southeast were not innocent, and it was a fact that they killed Chapman. However, looking at James's dark eyes, you can see that this comfort effect is not very good.

"What about the guy who turned himself in?" James frowned, if he guessed correctly, the guy was a demon with a knee injury.

"The interrogation room sits. Curson washed his hands with a look of disgust, "I have a gunshot wound in the knee, I think I'm a character, and I ask to see no one but Pierce!"

James held back the nausea on his body, "I'll take a look." ”

"No!" Corson glared at his partner, "I'm going to blackface this time!

James breathed slightly, slowly closed his eyes, and sorted out his feelings. It's not a good feeling to switch your position in a completely different event. He felt like a paranoid child, smiling and saying goodnight to his parents who had exited the room, while watching the monster in the closet push open the door and stare at himself.

James stood in front of the sink, glanced at himself in the mirror, and rubbed a handful of cold water on his face with Curson, "That's right." James remembered something, "Where were you yesterday?" James thought about the words, "Did you encounter anything yesterday, uh, little things or something, I'll take care of it, I need an easy start today." ”

Curson pulled out a piece of paper, wiped the water from his face, and looked at James in the mirror, "Yesterday, oh, I went to see Pierce's wife. Curson frowned, obviously thinking of something unpleasant, touched his body, took out a notebook, flipped through it, and threw it to James, "Here you go, the little things in the community, I didn't look good yesterday, so I wrote it down and gave it to you." "I started to fix my hair in front of the mirror.

James flipped through his notes, a bad habit Colson had left over from his days as a police officer. If you see something unpleasant, especially when he is irritable, you will take care of it, and you can think that this is an abuse of power, or you can think that it is a careful work of him.

James nodded, flipped to the back pages, and first a large interview with Chapman's wife, James glanced at it a few times, and then turned it irritably. Then there's littering in a household, road signs being moved, sewer manhole covers being smeared, potted plants taking up sidewalks, and fire alarms failing......

James frowned, he didn't see the windows blackened, flipped back and forth a few times, no.

"Hey!" James called out to his partner who was leaving, "these are all for a return visit, don't you have some really easy things that can be done with a few phone calls, such as checking a license plate or something?"

Detective Corson raised an eyebrow, "What license?"

James's face darkened.

"Just call the Back Bay Community Management Office. Curson waved his hand impatiently, "Oh, go get two cups of coffee! I'm fed up with that rat-smelling thing in the bureau!" (to be continued......)