Coster's corpse moved, and Arthur was so sure of it, for not only did he see it, but that soul instinct appeared again in his heart at this moment.

Burn it! Burn it!

Two corpses are to be burned!

Without any hesitation, Arthur opened the psychic box, took out kerosene and threw it at the two corpses.

Maltz didn't see Coaster's body move, but he believed that Arthur had done so for a reason.

Without hesitation, the new Sheriff of the Shire District reached out to help, picked up another bottle of kerosene from the psychic box, and began to pour it on the corpse.

And at this moment, the noise came-

In the orange light, the brown floor of the police office area is shaded by a group of black people.

The patrolmen looked up in amazement from behind their desks on either side of the hall and looked at the crowd as they walked briskly along the middle aisle.

The pace is fast, and it looks aggressive.

The two leaders were young, their faces were full of arrogance, and the gilded cane in their hands exuded a noble aura under the orange light of the police station.

Behind the two men are young men wearing peaked caps or putting their hands in their pockets.

Although the clothes are different, each one is strong and unruly.

In the face of this group of people, the surrounding patrolmen did not dare to really stop them.

However, when the men were spotted heading straight for Maltz's office, the patrolman Dick rushed out and stood in front of him.

"Stop, what are you doing?"

Dick shouted.

But this group of people didn't pay any attention to it.

The two young people led by him didn't move, and the group of young people behind him didn't move, but used their chests to push it, this group of people obviously knew how to do it so as not to really commit crimes, and they knew how to take advantage of the large number of people, so they rushed in so hard-

"Good evening, my ......, Your Excellency Sergeant Maltz"

"Stop!"

"Are you destroying evidence?"

"Damn it!"

"You're blaspheming the law!"

As soon as he arrived at the door of the sheriff's office, a man with thin cheeks, gold-rimmed glasses, and a blue suit greeted Maltz, only to be interrupted by the yelling of two young men behind him.

Arthur didn't pay attention to the other party at all, looked at the two young people behind him, and then glanced at the rest of the people, and his heart was roughly clear.

Maltz also ignored the other party, and just waved his hand at the embarrassed Dico.

Unlike Arthur, though, Maltz recognized each other.

Lyotel, a native of South Los Major, is a lawyer by profession.

Before the new law came into effect, South County had a profession as a lawyer, but people preferred to refer to these people as 'blue-skinned dog brokers'.

There is no so-called 'doing things according to law', there is only 'human feelings'.

The brokers of the blue dog mainly communicate with the families of the criminals and the sheriff, so that both parties are satisfied, and then make another profit.

Of course, if the victim's family has money, the brokers of the blue-skinned dog can also feel pity.

Therefore, such people cannot be provoked by the commoners, and the nobility look down on them, but they are very popular with the middle class, most of whom have some money, but no power.

All that is needed is for these blue-skinned dog brokers to deal with some trouble.

When the new law is implemented?

Even more so.

Lottel has a reputation among the blue-skinned brokers, as the lawyer only takes on large clients.

Similarly, the words that were just interrupted also proved that the person behind the lawyer was indeed a big client, and ordinary people would not dare to shout at the police station.

"Mr. Coster Jr. and Mr. Edmond Jr., please trust the impartiality of His Excellency Sergeant Maltz, there must be a reason why he did it!"

"Your Excellency Sergeant Maltz, please forgive Mr. Coster Jr. and Mr. Emond Jr., who have only become less calm because they have lost their father!"

Lottel stood between the two sides and began to 'mediate'.

He is familiar with the process.

That's what he does.

But he really didn't want to come today, although he received a lot of consulting fees every month in the 'Coaster Chamber of Commerce' and the 'Aemond Chamber of Commerce', but as a blue-skinned dog broker, Lottel was not stupid, after learning about Coaster and Aemond's sudden death, he knew that something big was going to happen, although he didn't know the specific situation, but at this time, in the name of cultivation, hiding in the countryside was a good choice for him.

It's a pity that before he left, he was blocked by Coaster Jr. and Aemond Jr.

As a last resort, he came.

On the way here, he tried to persuade little Coaster and little Edmond to let him communicate and communicate, and he would definitely have a satisfactory answer.

Lyotel thought very clearly, since things were inevitable, he tried to control the situation as much as possible in his own hands.

Coaster Jr. and Edmond Jr. also verbally agreed.

But just now, he directly interrupted his words.

This upset Lötel.

Then, something even more dissatisfied.

I saw—

Coaster Jr. and Edmond Jr. ignored Lotter's 'mediation', but rushed directly to the office and threw themselves at the two corpses on the ground.

Before the man could reach the corpse, the cry began.

"Father!"

In the cry of sorrow, it was as if he was wailing for his father's misfortune.

But Maltz frowned.

The Sheriff of Shire smelled the smell of alcohol and fat powder on the two of them, and he knew what the two were doing before.

What's more, the two shouted loudly, but they didn't say a single tear, and the corners of their mouths were still slightly upturned.

Apparently, both were excited about their father's death.

Even more excited, they got here before the other siblings!

If they bring back their father's corpse, there will inevitably be more supporters in the Chamber of Commerce!

Maltz instantly understood what the two were thinking, and immediately picked up his baton and taught the two pretentious fellows a lesson.

But Arthur stopped him.

Maltz immediately stopped.

Arthur's sudden pouring of kerosene just now was really weird, and Maltz would not hesitate at this time.

The reason why Maltz was able to survive the Seven Years' War and live a very nourishing life is because he understands two truths.

First, don't be idle.

Second, leave professional things to professional people.

Arthur was naturally a professional.

Maltz, of course, chose to listen to Arthur's advice.

watched little Coaster and little Aemond pounce on their bodies, and watched the two cry loudly, but there was not a single tear.

Attorney Lottel was embarrassed.

He cautiously walked up to Maltz and was ready to apologize.

Lyotel knew very well who he relied on to get to where he was now.

Little Coaster and Little Edmond are customers.

But Maltz allowed him to have more customers and make every customer happy.

Holding a folded golden ticket with a denomination of 1 in his hand, Lyotel quietly handed it over.

However, Maltz did not answer at all.

Lyotel was stunned for a moment, and immediately took another golden ticket.

But Maltz still didn't answer.

Lotter's heart sank, and he knew that he was in trouble.

Immediately, the lawyer took out a golden ticket with a face value of 10 and was about to try to make up for the relationship between the two parties, only to realize that something was wrong.

Maltz still didn't react.

It shouldn't be!

Thinking to himself, Lyotel looked up at Maltz, and then realized that Maltz was not paying attention to him at all, but at the corpse.

'Huh? Corpse? ’

Lottel was puzzled and followed Maltz's gaze.

Suddenly—

"Mom!"

The lawyer, who had a considerable reputation, screamed, rolled his eyes and fainted.

However, the rest of the people present were similar, all screaming and screaming.

Especially little Coaster and little Aemond, who had just cried miserably but did not have a single tear, at this time, they were running out with tears in their eyes, and they were screaming even more loudly.

"Don't come here!"

"Fuck off! I don't care about you! ”

Even the sheriff Maltz shuddered a little.

Because of Coaster, the corpses of the two Aemonds moved, like two skinned bullfrogs in shabu-shabu, and the posture was indescribably strange.

The young men with rebellious eyes and strong bodies turned pale with fright and retreated again and again.

The patrol officer outside just glanced here and ran away.

Dicko didn't run directly, but shouted tremblingly.

"Sheriff, sheriff, run!"

The patrolman shouted and retreated, but when he found Maltz standing still, his face changed several times, and he picked up the baton next to him, and moved it back little by little.

Maltz couldn't help but roll his eyes as he looked at Dick's cautious appearance.

He was sure that if there was a little more movement here, this subordinate would definitely turn around and run.

Still, it's not bad.

Thinking to himself, Maltz looked at Arthur beside him.

Why is this Sheriff of the Shire so calm?

Except that he had experienced something similar, it was that he believed in Arthur.

Under the gaze of the Sheriff of the Shire, Arthur had a solemn face, carrying a kerosene lamp in one hand, and rhythmically drawing unknown patterns out of thin air with the other, and moaning softly in his mouth—

"The towers of the eternal night are vertical and horizontal, the flesh and bones are rolling backwards, the scorching glory reigns on the earth, fades and stops, and the ashes burn!!"

The sudden chanting immediately attracted the panicked crowd.

Under everyone's gaze, Arthur raised the kerosene lamp in his hand above his head, and then fell heavily on the two moving corpses.

Rumble!