"Good afternoon, Mr. Sheriff."

He greeted the middle-aged white man with a sad face but still signing the document in his hand.

Hearing this, the other party raised his head and saw the young nobleman sitting opposite him.

"Zhao, although I'm sorry for bringing you to the police station to make a record, but you also saw it, I'm very busy here, okay for a while."

The man said helplessly to Zhao Qian, and lowered his head after not interjecting Zhao Qian at all.

Zhao Qian sat there and watched, and the guy in front of him was signing his name on every document in the same way, as if the star of the real world owed him an autograph.

"Hey."

Zhao Qian shouted at the middle-aged man, but the other party didn't raise his head.

In fact, he could get a lot out of what the sheriff had just said to him—his tongue—and the way he looked.

For example, this identity of mine seems to be friends with the sheriff in front of him, who is a little weak and can't be weaker. In fact, if it is ugly, it is called weak-chicken, and if it is good, it is called unwilling.

"Hey, hey, hey."

There were a few tentative shouts, and after finding that the other party completely ignored him, Zhao Qian said.

"The police don't just sit here to sign, you know, after the British guys are here, the police have already started to make a fuss."

"But we can't."

The white man said, taking the goose feather pen and sucking some ink into the inkwell in front of him.

"Because our backstage gentleman may not be able to protect himself, he has been begging for help in the past few days."

As he spoke, he swiped his contemptuously across the papers in front of him. The things on that piece of paper were only seen clearly by Zhao Qian after careful identification.

"Ursos Galileo."

"If I can find out what happened to this, what would it mean for you?"

Seeing that the other party was working hard there again, saying some witty things from time to time, and joking with his top boss and other characters, Zhao Qian became more and more sure that the person in front of him should be one of the rare friends of this identity.

Hearing the words in Zhao Qian's mouth, the middle-aged man raised his head suddenly.

He glanced at the expression of the friend in front of him, as if to confirm the truth of the joke in his mouth.

"What you said is true?"

The sheriff asked, shaking the suit he hung from the chair behind him. It's more of a little habit when he's upset. And this room doesn't even have a mirror or a coat rack.

Nodding.

Zhao Qian didn't answer directly, and the expression on his face was extremely funny.

"Tell me about the situation around the dueling arena, although I just walked out of there alive this morning."

Hearing the question of the old friend in front of him, the sergeant relaxed as if he saw hope. He felt that his friend had a hand in skills that he didn't use often, and with this ability, at least he didn't have to sign so many documents to keep his position.

But just in case, I still did it in these days.

I made up my mind, but Galileo's face was not so sad.

"Hmm."

After thinking about it, the sheriff said.

"About 1 minute after the explosion in the dueling arena, a group of people suddenly appeared near the dueling arena, and they stopped passers-by everywhere and stuffed things into their hands."

"The City Guards didn't notice it at first, but it was only after someone stuffed a piece of stuff into a plainclothes detective who was following the City Guards that we got the idea."

Galileo smiled bitterly, feeling quite indescribable.

People are not only killing people right under your nose, but they're also dangling under your eyes after killing people, and you don't even know it.

"What?"

"Paper flyer."

Seeing Zhao Qian's somewhat surprised face, the sheriff looked at the door directly opposite him, and then whispered.

"Pagan Missionary Leaflets."

"Buddhism? Voodoo? Taoism? Or Puritanism? ”

Shaking his head, the sergeant's eyes flashed with fear.

"It's the White Lotus Sect that came from the East not long ago."

As if he was afraid that his friends would not believe him, Galileo spoke much faster, and he was a little excited.

"You know what? When I reacted and asked the city guards around me to arrest the man, the guy was very decisive in front of me and killed himself. ”

As if that scene were still in front of him, he shivered and took a sip of the remaining water from his cup. Obviously, the sight of the man bursting open in the back of his head after drinking a bullet frightened the man, who was used to seeing dead bodies.

Zhao listened expressionlessly, and the whole office was filled with the smell of alcohol.

He drank not water, but wine.

This is also a prerogative of the sheriff.

"What about the others?"

"Ran, after the man died, disappeared without a trace."

Reaching out to take a sip of the cup, Galileo's hand holding the cup pressed down.

"Let's go."

Zhao Qian got up, and he pushed the chair back again.

"Where are you going?"

"Dueling Arena."

The young stranger replied.

In the eyes of a real-world person like him, there should be a lot more out there.

The only hope now is that it is still too late, and the other party has not yet cleaned up the traces.