Chapter 12 Night visit to the police station

Late at night, June 13, Paris Police Station.

The police station is like a convenience store, open 24/7.

George and Dick drank cup after cup of terrible espresso and continued to fight at their posts. They don't have a separate office, and the two of them are seated in the corner of the office area. Sitting facing each other at two desks until 11:40 p.m., they managed to organize the information in detail and organization, like an all-year adult magazine hidden in a cardboard box under the bed, and you can pick out the issue you want to read in two seconds.

Dick came back from the printer, holding a stack of documents in his arms, "The paper materials are now completed, the order is divided, and I will do the rest of the indexes, you can go back." ”

George took a cigarette in his mouth and tapped on the computer keyboard: "I've got it done." He inserted a police electronic key the size of a USB flash drive: "To be on the safe side, I'll make another copy." ”

Dick glanced at him, "You're really different from the other young agents. ”

George's eyes were fixed on the computer screen and he replied, "Oh?

"Maybe it's none of my business, but ......" Dick hesitated, "There are few detectives under the age of thirty who work as hard as you do." ”

George tilted his neck and poked his head out, "You're trying to say that I don't have a life, right?"

Dick replied, "Forget it, I shouldn't talk about that. ”

"You're right. Unexpectedly, George immediately said: "I just don't have a life, except for work, and I have nothing to do when I return to the apartment except take a shower and sleep." So while my contemporaries were still dealing with neighborhood disputes or directing traffic, I was able to investigate serial homicides with the legendary Dick. ”

"Huh...... Sounds like you're happy with these days. Dick laughed.

"Do you mean the days when you have almost no friends, no women, no more than twice a year with your family, and only a day with pictures of the dead or murderers?" George took a drag on his cigarette, "more than just satisfaction...... I love days like this. ”

Dick put on a pair of reading glasses and began to write paper materials: "One day, believe me, there will be such a day, when you look back, you will regret it, and then you will find that you have ......"

"Have become like you?" replied George.

Dick looked up at George, "Yes, become like me." ”

"Is there anything wrong with that?"

"Huh...... It's not inappropriate, it's terrible. Boy, if I could go back to your age, I would choose to live. ”

George crushed the remaining cigarette butts into the ashtray: "Can I understand it this way, your current feeling is that even if you sacrifice everything and be a good policeman for decades, you can't change the world." Innocent people will still die before their eyes, and crime will not stop. ”

Dick did not answer the question, but asked rhetorically, "Do you think anything else?"

"Do you believe in justice? George said very seriously.

"If I believe in justice, then what we are doing at this moment is meaningless. Dick lowered his head and sorted out the information at hand: "That murderer represents justice, and he, or she, has done a few things to eliminate harm for the people, hasn't he? But why do we still arrest him? Because everyone has their own set of justice, and only the law can achieve relative fairness." ”

The copy of the data was complete, and George lit another cigarette and pulled the key out of his hand, "But I think that at least the justice in my heart is worth working for." ”

"Heha......" Dick couldn't help laughing, "I expect that in twenty years, you will say the same thing as the other person sitting across the table." ”

"Excuse me, are you Dick and Agent George?" a figure stood at the desk between them.

George looked up at him with a cigarette in his mouth, it didn't matter, he almost fell off the chair and choked on a puff of cigarette: "Oh!"

Paper Man happened to be the "burning" half of the paper face to George, and he smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, officer. ”

It was almost midnight, seeing such a face suddenly appear beside him, who could not be panicked, even Dick was startled, but he only looked surprised, and he didn't react so much: "I'm Dick, may I ask ...... you" In fact, he had basically guessed one or two from the other party's uniform.

"My name is Elliot Ness, and I've been sent by the European headquarters to assist in the investigation, hello. Paper Man shook hands with Dick, and then politely extended his hand to George.

George's stiff outstretched hand as if he had made contact with an alien for the first time, and it wasn't until the two of them held hands that he frowned, widened his eyes, and said, "Sir, are you a modified human? Is this some kind of new technology?"

At this time, the other police officers in the police station, including those who were arrested, were watching here, and a few drunken people who were making trouble and brawling were directly frightened to wake up when they saw this face.

Dick didn't expect George's spit question to answer, and he said, "Sir, the Director told us that you shouldn't be in the investigation until tomorrow......"

Paper Man said: "I have settled down in the HL branch here, and I want to come over to get the information of the case and learn more about the situation before dawn." His gaze swept over the faces of the two of them, revealing a smile, but this smile was also quite penetrating: "I asked a police officer at the door, and he said that you haven't left work yet, in that case, I'll invite you two to have a drink, and you can tell me the case by the way." ”

Ten minutes later, the three of them came to a bar a few blocks away, and found an inconspicuous dark corner to sit in. Paper Man took off his coat, after all, HL's uniform was a bit dazzling on this occasion.

Dick and George's hearts are at the bottom, judging from the fact that this Chief Ness just got off the plane and settled his luggage and went straight to the police station, this time HL undoubtedly sent a doer-oriented character over, and it remains to be seen how capable this person is, but this attitude is by no means the type of perfunctory approach to the case.

It took about 20 minutes for the two police officers to tell Paper Man the basic facts of the three cases, such as the time, place, deceased, and anomalies on the corpse.

The three of them had already drunk a few glasses of wine at this time, and the conversation began, and the paper man had always had a good impression of their bitter B policemen, so he thought about it and asked, "Regarding this case, you have to change your thinking." He paused, looked at the expressions on their faces, and then asked, "Do you believe that there are superpowers in this world?"