Mr. Garrison is an old wolf-like figure. It's not that his personality resembles that kind of cunning brute who is cruel and cruel, but purely from the outside.

He had too much hair and too much beard, thick and dense, covering his chin, including the lower part of his chin and all the way to the Adam's apple, and his cheeks were completely connected to his sideburns, making it difficult to distinguish them from each other. This appearance makes it difficult for him to peek into something in his heart from his expression, makes him look very calm and sophisticated, and also makes his originally big eyes look a lot smaller, and they are as black as pearls, which makes people always want to go up and buckle twice. But most of them don't dare, and those who dare will not do such a boring thing at all, or even have such a boring idea. Except for some guys with sick heads.

He was sitting behind a large desk in his spacious office, quietly smoking a pipe. In general, his office is clean and normal, except that all kinds of things on the desktop are messy, like a model of a town that has passed by an earthquake. In addition, the display case with many expensive little things on the wall by the window was lying on the ground, and a round yellow bead the size of an egg that seemed to be amber or something rolled forward to the door.

Smoking a cigarette, Garrison reclined in his large leather chair, his eyes wandering at the headlights above him, as if he was thinking about something. Then, there was a knock on the door.

"Mr. Garrison." The mustache's voice came in calmly, "Someone wants to see you." ”

Garrison sat up suddenly, his eyes widening slightly, but not very obvious on his face. "The people 'above' are already here?" So fast? He added a sentence in his heart.

"It's not." The mustache hesitated a little, "It's a private investigator named Eddard." He said he ......"

"Get out!" Garrison roared, slamming his fist into the sturdy top of his desk, thumping several pens scattered in the corner and jumping to the ground, "Let him go!" And then you fuck me off, fuck off! Get out of here! ”

"Mr. Garrison......"

"Do you think I'm idle right now? Well? Do I have a lot of time right now? Patient? Can anyone come to me? Your brain is to give way to ......"

"Bang-"

A gunshot, loud one, kicked Garrison in the middle of his words and choked him in his throat, and slammed the deadbolt of his office from the outside in, crumbling the small piece of iron into the room along with the shards of wood, bouncing twice on the carpeted floor.

Garrison closes his mouth and grimacs as he watches the door to his room push open. Then, the figure walked in.

Garrison had never been exposed to detectives before, and he had never seen a professional detective in the true sense of the word. In his opinion, the man in front of him did not look like a detective at all, not like the detective in his impression.

He wears glasses, his short hair with bangs is random and scattered, the expression on his face is like a boring office worker who drives while listening to songs, and he is also wearing a black suit that is common for business people in social situations, single button, charcoal black lining, no tie, and a high collar, but it is obviously not expensive, it is not expensive from the inside out, it is very cheap, and the difference between it and the stall is whether it is placed on the stall.

Garrison thinks the man is more of an insurance salesman than a detective, the kind who does a bad job and doesn't laugh much. That's right, this guy is absolutely ugly to laugh at.

He looked at the detective, at the shotgun he was holding in one hand, at the heavy, wordless mustache behind him, at his eyes silently, at him lifted his foot into his room, then at him stomped on the amber ball that had rolled down on his carpet, at him almost lying on the ground, then at him holding on to the doorframe to get back to his feet, as he looked down at the ball, and bent down to pick it up.

He wanted to laugh at the man, he wanted to laugh at him, and then he made a few cruel words and made him kneel in front of him and kiss his toes. But he didn't say anything. He was feeling very bad at this point, and he had just taken a moment to banish that bad feeling out the door. And now it's back, the last time it came with it was a woman, this time it brought a man, a shotgun, and a pair of hands that were very good at using the gun.

"Mr. Garrison?" Eddard stared at the ball of stone that almost made him heel for a long time before he looked up at Garrison in the back, Garrison sitting in his chair behind his desk, and Garrison who couldn't see any expression because of the fur on his face. He smiled.

“…… Who are you? Garrison looked at Eddard calmly and gloomily, at the corners of his mouth that was not very curvy, "If you can't laugh, don't laugh." It's disgusting to watch. Go back and look in the mirror for two hours and come back. ”

"I'm so sorry. I don't have that time, and I don't have that Yaxing. I don't eat with a charming smile. ”

"Then why are you laughing? Especially if you don't actually want to laugh at all. ”

"Reason...... Obvious. Ed shrugged his shoulders and glanced back at the mustache behind him, then turned his gaze back to Garrison, slowly pacing forward, and sat sideways on Garrison's desk, squinting into Garrison's black beads, "Because of respect, and politeness." We're a little different from animals after all, aren't we? After all, we are still a group of advanced intelligences, and there are things that they don't understand in the blood, don't we? ”

"Bullshit." Garrison scolded, looking at Ed as he sat at his desk, "Broke into my bar, snatched my gun, and broke the door to my office - my door is expensive, you know - you call it respect?" It's called politeness? ”

The more he talked, the angrier he became, and at the end he smoked his pipe, but made a "sizzle" sound that Ed felt was wrong. He "puffed" twice, glanced inside the pipe, then turned his head left and right to scan the table twice, slammed the pipe in the ashtray, then pulled open the drawer to find a small box and began to refill the tobacco.

Ed looked at the older man, who was obviously much older than him, and waited until he was done with his work before continuing to open his mouth. "To your friends, your respect is politeness, or politeness is an essential part of your respect." "But to your enemy, your respect is to tear him to shreds." ”

“…… So, you're our enemy, aren't you? Garrison, who was lighting his pipe, paused, and looked up at Eddard with a strange gaze for some reason.

Ed ignored him. He propped up the muzzle of his shotgun in his hand with a "bang" in the middle of his desk and leaned forward. A shadow hangs over Garrison.

"Whether it's an enemy or not," he said softly, "depends on whether or not the next conversation between the two of us satisfies me." ”

“……”

"I don't want that, I really don't. I'd certainly prefer to walk in quietly, sit down with you and have a friendly conversation — like so many strange friends I've had with my work over the past few months, most of whom ended up peacefully with me and helped me as much as they could—but that doesn't work with you, does it. Ed looked at Garrison, tilted his head slightly, exhaled softly, and then stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, "You here—or rather, 'this world', you have a completely different set of laws, aren't you?" ”

"I miss you......"

"I know who you are, Mr. Garrison." Once again, Ed unceremoniously interrupted the bearded man's foul of nonsense, "I know you were just visited by someone. What I want to ask you is about her. ”

Probably because Ed was too tough at this point, Garrison had a clear anger on his face. "I'm not obligated to tell you anything, I'm not obligated to tell you anything about this detective who popped out of nowhere!"

The corners of Eddard's mouth twitch, as if he wasn't surprised by Garrison's words, or that he had been waiting for Garrison's words. With a flick of his legs, he sits cross-legged on Garrison's table, and the muzzle of his shotgun is aimed at Garrison's head.

Garrison sweats from his forehead, but he remains calm. "If you dare to kill me......"

"If I dare to kill you-" Eddard didn't wait for Garrison to finish his sentence, he stabbed the muzzle of the gun into Garrison's mouth, leaning him back against the back of his chair, his indifferent face and eyes flashing with a fierce light, "Do you think A.R.X can save you now?" ”

“……”

"That's right." Looking at Garrison's slowly widening eyes and the Adam's apple moving up and down, Ed nodded, "I told you, I know who you are, I know who you call 'above'. And I know they're sending people here right now, and you're waiting for them right now, waiting to report to them what you've just been through—so that's why you need to speak to me now. ”

Ed leans forward, dropping one leg on Garrison's side, the other kicking the edge of the table with the other, and bringing his face closer to Garrison's eyes.

"Or, you tell me now, and then I'll go." He said quietly, "Either I'll poke this thing in your mouth and no one will hear any of your stories." What do you think? ”

“……”

Garrison's wheezing slowly becomes intense. He looked at Eddard, dark eyes flashing. Ed took a breath and pulled the muzzle out of his mouth.

"I forgot to tell you," he said at last, "that if you would rather die than give in, I will strip your body naked and throw it into the street." ”

"I say—I say!"