Marcy had previously told Ed that she had more than one case on her hands. What she said is true, because generally the backbone cadres of the police department like them need to be responsible for all the crimes in their jurisdiction, large and small, and sometimes they encounter some cross-jurisdictional cases and the scope of work has to be expanded - elastic expansion, super elastic - if it is a small town or some peaceful and prosperous times, then they will not actually have a hard time. But if the subject is Stuttgar, if the time is just over an interstellar war, then they will not have a truly relaxed leisure time for 365 days a year.

In retrospect, it was not a very clever thing to put yourself in the sight of the Stuttgar Police Department and even some special high-level of the City Hall with a bright flashbang that could not ignore the cheers and emotions of an angel of judgment with a trumpet. There were times when Marcy felt like she might have made a very, very stupid mistake, a mistake that would seem very low-level to a true veteran. There were times when she felt like Eddard, restraining the blood-drenched serrated dagger under her cloak and walking in the shadows of darkness in a low-key manner, which made her curse under her breath every time she thought about it. If she could, she would like to swap roles with each other and experience a truly free and one-goal life.

But she was just thinking about it. She couldn't do what Ed could easily do, wallowing in the sludge, not caring that her hands would get dirty pig droppings. She didn't care about the bad parts, but she didn't think she was going to do too well in comparison. The exception is those that use fists. And then again, she feels like she's going to her job, but every day when she opens her eyes, all she thinks about is what she thinks about. She hated her life, but she would never trade it for anyone else, because it was the most familiar and painstaking thing in her life anyway. She was one of the best monsters in the world she knew.

In just a few months, Marcy has more than 30 simultaneous cases, and has been going on for a long time, and she has handled and investigated no less than 30 cases in a long time. And that's when most of them don't take more than fifteen days to process.

For Marcy, the cases themselves are not that different from each other. I have seen a lot of repetitive things, too many things about new wine in old bottles, and a lot of things that have been turned over and over again, and finally they are all numb, there is nothing new, and there is nothing bright in sight. Marcy is not a newcomer, not a rookie, and most of her colleagues are similar to her. They are numb, but also sharp. Something has been worn away from their surface, but it has been carved deep into their bones.

Therefore, the case that Marcy has paid special attention to will especially arouse the interest of some people.

"Smack!"

The paper slapped on the table, causing Marcy, who was writing something with her head down, to raise her head and look at the figure that appeared at her desk.

"Fusa."

"Hi, Marcy."

The woman known as Fussa held a stack of papers on the corner of Marcy's desk with one hand, and the other hand was on her waist, in a leisurely posture, the corners of her mouth seemed to be smiling, and her green and blue eyes were like two polished gems, looking at Marcy with a little inexplicable interest. Her face is obscured behind a three-dimensional projection of data, giving both of them the feeling of speaking through a fishbowl.

Fussa seemed a little upset by this, glanced at the head-swelling stream of information in the data projection, and then casually closed the small piece of mechanism beneath it. Marcy didn't care about her, reached for the file she still had on her desk, opened it, and looked at it. Her brow furrowed upward.

"What have you been up to all day, Marcy?" With the tone peculiar to an acquaintance, Fussa asked casually to Marcy, "I see you've been sitting here for almost a day, writing something, and it seems like you've got a phone call and a meal in the middle - you can do these things without a pen." ”

"Pen and paper never go out of style, my dear. In a zero-sum world, the problems that arise are constant, and they never have. Marcy lowered her head and replied nonchalantly, then looked up at Fusha, "The forensic doctor's detailed autopsy report on Tails and Holly has finally come out, huh?" ”

"After all, you 'cared for' them for a while." Fussa said, folding her arms on Marcy's pile of papers, and looked at Marcy with a strange look of interest, "There are so many things you need to worry about, Marcy, why are you so concerned about this case?" ”

"Because of a friend. I'm doing him a favor. Marcy said, as if her attention had not been drawn to Fusa's question, but had been focused on the matter of what she was holding, and for some reason was not very happy, "The guys have put off such a simple thing for so long. ”

"Actually if you didn't squeak, they wouldn't have done that much of an in-depth blood test at all. After all, it was too much work, and the regulations didn't require them to do it to every corpse...... You know. Fusha replied vaguely, and then continued to return the topic without changing her mind, "The friend you are talking about, is that detective?" ”

"You know him?" Marcy looked up, as if she had finally been a little interested.

"After all, it seems like he's been next to you quite a few times." Fusha looked away and shrugged, "There are already a lot of people in the bureau who know about him - credit to you." ”

"So?"

"So, a lot of people are speculating about your relationship." Fussa looked at Marcy, "You know, there aren't many people like you who can really make friends. Of course, colleagues can't count. So all the math, he seems to be your only male friend outside the bureau? ”

"It's not the only one." Marcy's mind recalled Carré's face, and Ser Epton, and rubbed his forehead in wist, "But he's one of the few people I can trust in this city. After all, I haven't been in this city for long. ”

"Is it just someone you can trust?" Fusha stared at Marcy with her eyes half-closed, the corners of her mouth curled.

Marcy seemed to understand a little. She leaned back in her chair, raised an eyebrow, and looked at Fusha amusedly. "And how do you guess?" She asked, "Who do you think he is for me, fiancé?" ”

"Hmm......" Fusha pursed her eyes upward, her mouth tightly pursed, the corners of her mouth tilted down hard, and then tilted her head, "Since you've asked so, I'll just say it—almost." ”

"God, I can't believe it." Marcy waved her hand unbearably, almost angry, "How can you guys have so much spare time to think about such a boring thing?" Am I the only fool who is so busy hitting the back of my head with my foot? ”

"You're a celebrity, Marcy. You know, everybody's paying more attention to your business. ”

"Can't you just focus on something meaningful? I don't want to boast at all, but I think I have a lot to learn from you. And that definitely doesn't include my private life – in fact, I don't even have a private life at all. ”

“…… That's the problem, Marcy. Fusha's voice suddenly softened, and she looked at Marcy seriously, "That's why we're concerned about your side of things." ”

"......" Marcy opened her mouth slightly, her eyelids drooping, "I'm really moved." ”

"Please, I'm not joking."

"Is that a good thing?"

"See how you understand it." Fusha smiled and licked her teeth with her tongue, "So—isn't it?" ”

"What?"

"You and the detective."

"Maybe."

"What does that mean?"

"Meaning, dear—" Marcy leaned forward, drawing closer to Fusa, "if one day I find a man, you'll know for sure." ”

"Oh?" Fusha tilted her head and squinted at Marcy, "Why?" ”

"Because when the time comes, I'll put on my dress," Marcy said, "and heels." You might even get some more expensive perfume. ”

“…… I can't imagine it. ”

"I can't," Marcy said, tracing the papers in her hand, "because they're taking up most of my energy and time." He was the same. ”

“…… Wait a minute. Fusha suddenly raised her hand, as if she had suddenly reacted to something, "What do you mean...... He has a similar attitude towards work as you? ”

"That's the only thing I know absolutely."

"Oh my God." Fusha let out a sigh of relief, "I think I suddenly understood that you would be on such good terms with him. I didn't say anything before, you guy who has no interest in life at all. ”

"Don't talk like a robot, Fusa." Marcy said, looking down at the document in her hand again, "Of course, I also have my own way of getting fun and timing of it...... Like now. ”

"Uh-huh." Fussa raised her eyebrows noncommittally, then looked at the autopsy report in Marcy's hand, she knew that what Marcy said must have something to do with the contents of the thing, "What interesting content was found?" ”

"A little." Marcy's eyes were deep, and her brow furrowed contemplatively, "Ed has always felt that the deaths of Telse and Holly were not as simple as they seemed...... Now it seems that he did feel right. ”

"How?"

Marcy looked at Fussa and tossed her the report in her hand. Fussa opened it and quickly flipped inside, looking at ten lines with the special skills cultivated by police detectives for many years, and then suddenly stopped at a moment.

"Ergot. Diethylamine acid? She jerked her head up and looked at Marcy.

"Semi-artificial hallucinogens with strong effects." Marcy said slowly, "The Tails have more than just drugs in their blood. ”

"After they took drugs, someone drugged them again?"

"Maybe they were drugged before they took drugs. What I learned was that the couple was in drug rehabilitation. "Groaning," Marcy's eyes narrowed slightly, "But the question is...... Who did this? ”

“……”

Just as they were both silent and deep in thought, a buzzing sound suddenly sounded. Marcy's body shook for a moment, then she quickly took out her phone from her arms, glanced at it and frowned and put it to her ear.

"I'm Marcy."

"Hello, Detective Marcy." On the other end of the phone came a man's mature, calm and magnetic voice, "I'm Albert. ”