Since a few days ago, every morning, the police station in the City of Fog has been open to the public.

Although there seem to be only two people in and out of the police station (Lawrence and Hatsu), at least one thing is undeniable, there are already police in this city, and the police station, which was rumored to never be opened, has been opened and started to take on cases.

However, it is still helpless that no one will go to the police station to report the crime, because the citizens here simply can't believe the sudden appearance of the police.

So during the day, Lawrence would just sit symbolically in the police station for a while, and then he would go out on patrol with his first wife.

Unlike other places, the case doesn't come to the door on its own.

It should have been like this today, but a skinny man appeared.

He wears a long gray trench coat, a top hat on his head, and a black metal cane in his hand.

When he walked through the police station, he took off his hat, revealing his somewhat funny face.

Two mustaches on his lips, and mouse-like eyes.

With a seemingly polite but slightly embarrassed smile on his face, he bowed slightly to Lawrence, who was sitting at the front desk, and limped over with both hands on the brim of his top hat.

He had some slopes, and I think that's why he had a cane.

"Officer, I have a case that I need your help with. ”

The man walked up to Lawrence and said with a forced smile.

There was no one at the police station, so his voice sounded clear.

From the outside, he looks like someone in need.

From the moment the man entered the door, Lawrence's eyes had already fallen on him, until the man approached, and Lawrence glanced the man up and down.

His eyes stayed on the other party's feet and cane for half a second, and he didn't know what he had found, but he didn't make any unnecessary moves, just sat up straight from the slightly inclined back of the chair, picked up a piece of paper and a pen from the front desk, and handed them to the man.

"If it's convenient for you, please fill out the form, and of course, you can also tell me directly about the case you want to file. ”

Lawrence's attitude seems casual.

Instead of taking the paper and pen, the man glanced at Hatsu, who was standing in the corner, with his eyes.

He shook his head and said.

"I believe that the two police officers are also very busy, so I still don't want to cause you too much trouble, so I just said okay. ”

"Hmm. ”

Lawrence took back the pen and paper, and theoretically anyone who filed the case should have been recorded, but this time he didn't seem to insist on that.

"Well, then, sir. ”

"Mr. Officer. The man held his hat in front of him as if sincerely.

"I'm a dock merchant, but lately there's always been a gang of hooligans coming to my dock to make trouble, and that's a bunch of impudent people who have injured my staff, robbed me of my cargo, and made it impossible for my business to continue. ”

"So I would like to ask Mr. Police Officer as a citizen to help me get rid of those hooligans. ”

"That's good. Lawrence nodded, casually arranging the papers on the desk as he briefly sorted them out.

"I understand, after telling me the address, you can go back first. I'll be over when I'm done with the business at hand. ”

"Mr. Officer, you're coming, aren't you?"

The small, rat-like man reassured Lawrence again, like an ordinary panicked citizen.

"Of course. Lawrence lifted his eyes, his gaze straight into the man's gaze.

"Because I'm a police officer, isn't I?"

Lawrence's voice seemed to have a sense of persecution, pressing on the man's body.

"Huh. The man was a little uncomfortable at Lawrence's staring, smiled dryly, and took a step back.

"Then this is my address, please be sure to process my case as soon as possible. ”

With that, he handed over a note that had already been prepared, and hurried away.

The man walked out of the police station and took out a handkerchief from his chest to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

Aside from the man who had only one eye, it was the first time he had experienced this feeling of oppression in someone else.

It wasn't until the man walked away that Lawrence stopped sorting through the papers, and he turned his eyes sideways to glance at Chu who was standing in the corner.

"Chu, are you ready to kill? ”

He asked, his eyes remained calm, but he could hear suppressed resentment in his voice.

"Many, many people. ”

On the table, the palm of Lawrence's right hand trembled slightly.

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About two months ago, Lawrence, who was secretly investigating various forces, was blocked in an alley by a group of street thugs.

They beat Lawrence to the brink and warned him about his actions, then sneered as they broke his right hand with an iron rod.

They didn't even bother to kill him, they just teased him like a plaything.

Lawrence's consciousness was blurry at the time, all he could remember was being surrounded by a crowd of people, his face being trampled on the cold ground with one foot, and his body was in sharp pain.

He angrily tried to get up from the ground, but he couldn't, there was so little he could do as an ordinary person.

He watched as a man lifted an iron rod in front of him, and as the wind broke and the rod fell, a pain that almost made him faint came from his arm.

He knew his hand was broken, and before he passed out, Lawrence saw the other side of the alley, where a man was standing and smiling and watching.

The man had two funny beards, mouse-like eyes, and a black metal cane.

Lawrence investigated this man, his name was Rose, and he was one of the most important eyes and ears of One-Eyed Ham on the streets.

But now Rose should not remember Lawrence, after all, he should not have imagined that the little man who investigates the gang alone will become a policeman.

And Lawrence grew a beard, which made him look at least ten years older.

The skinny man who came to report the crime was Rose, and when he entered the door, Lawrence recognized him.

At the same time, Lawrence also guessed that since it was Rose who came to report the crime, it was likely that it was One-Eyed Ham waiting for him at the docks.

But Lawrence did not refuse Rose's request, and even agreed to his invitation.

He'd go to see One-Eyed Ham, or he'd go, as he said, he's a cop.

Lawrence's eyes looked in the direction Rose had left.

He felt like he could almost see the blood running down the docks.

He could almost see that the streets of the City of Fog were covered in blood.

Angry justice can almost be seen, and evil is sanctioned.