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Violent law enforcement.

It is an obvious fact that no matter what the reason is or what the actual situation is, in the eyes of a simple outsider, violent law enforcement is not something they can like. The reason is very simple, because they themselves may not be the target of violent law enforcement at any time, and they don't want onlookers to just stand there pointing and laughing at them.

Now Ed is playing out such a drama of violent law enforcement in front of him - or rather, this should be regarded as a kind of violent law enforcement, right? He wasn't sure, because he wasn't much of a professional after all, and more importantly, he didn't care much.

The only thing he cared about now was if there was a place like an ice cream shop or something around him, so he could stick out his tongue and enjoy the dessert while watching the show unfold in front of him. He may also cheer for the players in the field, but it doesn't matter which side it is for - it depends on the mood.

One of the two contestants is, of course, Detective Duroc, the old Duroc, a new friend that Ed has just made and is still in the stage where he can't take a shower together. The other protagonist is a nomad – a strong, rock-strong urban wanderer. They are now under a viaduct in a block of Barblair Beach in the center of Stuttgard, in a nomadic colony where you can see empty oil drums burning with flames everywhere.

He and Old Duroc - in fact, mainly Old Duroc - are now forming a group to trouble these wanderers who have no fixed place in the city. And before that, they had already troubled a lot of other people, other groups.

At the darkest hour of the night before dawn today, Old Duroc reminded Ed of a clue that he had previously ignored and forgotten, a shortcut that might help him reach his purpose of coming to this hapless, chaotic, beautiful beach like a paradise without light. He remembered what Mrs. Bing, who had killed him, had inadvertently said to him before he left the old mansion.

"A man with studs on his ears like crazy?"

"yes, that's how she described it to me - her ears were full of studs like crazy."

At that time in the reception room, in the face of the sudden change in old Duroc's face, the flickering gaze that gradually coalesced, Ed was sure that he had just said something absolutely terrible.

"But she didn't say which ear it was," Ed added quietly, looking at Duroc Sr., "and she didn't say exactly how many studs it was—she just said that the man had found her house in a hurry, as if he had known that Adele would be there for her that day." After Adele went out to meet the man without her, the two said something strange, and then they never looked back and never appeared again. ”

The elder Duroc's reaction after that confirmed Eddard's judgment that he did provide a remarkable clue that might not have done much to him, but in some ways shook the elder Duroc's eardrums.

Old Duroc made his attitude clear to Ed, and told Ed about his conditions and requirements, no beating around the bush, no bells and whistles, all he wanted was a reply from Ed - he would help Ed find the damn girl he was looking for, but after that, Ed had to get out of his turf right away, out of Barblair Beach, away from the quagmire of right and wrong in this place, and stop giving him any more trouble. If Ed agrees, then the deal is done, and if he doesn't—then Old Duroc has had enough, and he will never care about the life or death of Eddard, a second-rate detective who doesn't know what to do.

And finally—and in the end? There is no need to say much at all. Ed agrees to the old Duroc's deal. He has no reason to disagree, "make the best use of things" and "make the best use of talents" has always been his consistent criterion for doing things, as long as it can achieve his goals, as long as it is useful to him, then he will make good use of it, not to mention the hard hand for him to use. Whoever doesn't use this is a fool.

So after dawn, after the same breakfast in the cold store, which was not very tasty but certainly not too bad, the two men who had not slept all night—and had not slept all night—set off in old Duroc's car. That car was certainly not a police car, at least not on the surface. Police cars can provide some convenience at times, but more often they can only be bad, especially for what the two of them are doing right now.

On the way, Old Duroc finally told Ed what he knew. As Ed had expected, Duroc Sr. knew who the man Ed was talking about—if it was really that man.

For people who do jobs like Ed or Duroc Sr., nothing is really 100% certain until the truth is fully realized, and the goal they are chasing and acting towards is not certain, but only a "big possibility", as long as the possibility is big enough, it is enough for them to move their ass to do something. But this time, this time, the old Duroc dared to say that he was more than 99 percent sure. He was almost certain that the person Ed was talking about was the person he was thinking about.

That person's name was Git - in circles, people called him "Little Jit", and sometimes he would add a "golden screwdriver" in front of it, which is "Golden Screwdriver Little Jit". As for why it was called that, Old Duroc didn't know. He had never been able to understand the tastes of the guys in the underworld, and the criteria for their names. On one occasion, he took the opportunity to ask the relevant people about this, and the answer he got was that he didn't know what to say.

The man told Old Duroc that they came up with random aliases, but they weren't that particular about them. For example, there is a guy called "Bird's Head" among them, why is it called Bird's Head? Because that guy always likes to aim at the bird's head when practicing marksmanship, and likes to shoot the bird's head to practice. There is also a one called "bird eggs", which is even simpler, because that guy likes to eat bird eggs, and he must have bird eggs for three meals a day.

And this little jitter - this "golden screwdriver", the reason why old Duroc thinks of him is because in the entire underground world of Barblair Beach, the only person he knows that matches the physical characteristics of the man who Ed said went to Adele a month ago is little Jit. He couldn't think of a second guy other than Little Kitt who had "studs all over his ears like crazy."

There are a lot of people who pierce earrings, of course, a lot, because this is not a strange and outrageous thing in itself, but there are few who are as exaggerated as Little Geet, and even with Old Duroc's knowledge, he has never seen a second one - in the outer circle of Little Geet's left ear, from top to bottom, a total of nine earrings were pierced.

One can imagine how a person like Old Duroc would have reacted when he first saw Jitter's ear. It took him almost all his strength to restrain himself from going up and pulling the glaring nails off the ear one by one, otherwise it would have been a rather ugly and bloody picture.

But now it's a good thing, this not-so-pleasant memory has unexpectedly become an anchor point, helping Duroc Sr. lock on to an important clue. And thinking about the work that little Getter did in the underground world, he was a little more confident in his judgment.

Jritter is a broker. And unlike ordinary brokers, he is an intelligence broker who specializes in the intelligence business. He doesn't sell or collect intelligence himself, he just provides a platform to connect buyers of intelligence with sellers of intelligence. Normally, if someone wants to get any information, they will find Jit, place an order with him, and then the intelligence collectors will take orders from Jit, and after completing the task, Jitter will act as a transit to contact the buyer, complete the transaction, and take a cut in the middle.

According to Old Duroc's speculation, since little Git appeared and met the girl, it means that there must be some business dealings between the two of them, and it is very likely that the girl placed an order with him. Although it is not a strange thing for the customer to place an order anonymously, brokers like Jitter usually don't know what the buyer they are connecting with or even the real identity of the buyer is - the most troublesome thing about their system is here, the seller does not know the identity of the buyer, the buyer does not know the identity of the seller, and the broker who is the middleman does not know the identity of both sides at the same time, which makes the idea of the person who wants to track it go down the vine and find the melon completely in vain - but this time, this time the situation seems to be a little different, Because Little Jit and the girl had a face-to-face conversation, this shows that the girl did not place an order with Little Jit anonymously, indicating that the two of them may know who the other party is. And if that's the case, then Jitter will be the most critical breakthrough for him and Ed!

Of course, finding Jitter has now become the main task for the two. Compared to finding a mysterious girl who doesn't know anything but her name and appearance, it's much easier to find an intelligence middleman who has a head, a face, and a job in the underworld.

But before that, Ed had another special thing to deal with. He didn't go there himself, but he asked Old Duroc to talk to him about Tabillon's situation in detail. What it means carefully is not only Tagbillon's physical condition, but more importantly, whether he is in danger again - is it possible for the Donfrie family to attack him again and complete the unfinished task?

And the old Duroc's answer was yes. He told Ed that unless Dark Heaven came to snatch Tabillon back and protect him now, there was no effective way to truly ensure that Tabillon would not be attacked by the unguardable attacks in the darkness of the Donfrie family just by relying on the power of the police station in the open.

So Ed made arrangements for this matter to be different, which was the safest protective measure he could handle now. He made the contact in advance, and then asked the elder Duroc to cooperate and transferred Tabilon to another private clinic not very far from Barblair Beach, a private clinic with only one physician in the Wheeler district.

When asked about safety, Ed only said this one thing to Old Duroc - "If someone from Donfrie presses you about Tabillon, just tell them what you know." Then, you can say goodbye to them. ”