Chapter 97

The young man who walked into the bookstore was named Sand Ryan, and he was the third-rank superintendent of the highest police station in the Central District.

Although there is no difference between the police stations in the central district and the upper city district, the highest police station directly under the central district is naturally higher than the police officers in the outer areas, and even their words are a bit tougher.

The highest police station represents the will of the big shots in the Central District, and those who can enter it must either be extremely capable or have some relatives.

This led to a natural arrogance among the police officers dispatched from the highest police station.

Although not arrogant, at least, they never serve the people of the upper city.

They serve the rulers and nobles in the Central District.

And only follow their orders.

Of course, he was not very patient in his attitude towards ordinary civilians and even poor people in the upper city.

Especially those who come from aristocratic families like Ryan, and the family is not in decline, and has their own family business, they are even more careless about the tasks in the upper city.

What's more, people with a family background like his actually know a little bit of the inside story - this matter cannot be traced or resolved by relying on the police station.

Their task is only to represent the attitude of "toughness", "importance", and "efficiency" in the Central District, and to appease the people in the upper city.

In other words, just go through the motions and it's over.

Twelve hours ago, Ryan was still talking to his colleagues about which club to go to tonight, which dance party to go to next week, and in a blink of an eye he had to go to this dirty and wet uptown.

It's really boring to do this kind of thankless, even non-performing work.

Ryan just wanted to quickly finish the task of interrogation, and then hurry home and take a hot bath to get rid of the dirt and dust on his body... He almost felt like he was going to be out of breath.

Wrapped in humid and turbid air, it's like the kind of food called... yes, rice dumplings popular in the northern highlands!

Oh, damn mission, when he gets to Superintendent 1, he won't have to run up and down the street like an overactive sheepdog.

"By the way, this is the street where the gas explosion happened, isn't it?"

When he walked to this street, Ryan was attracted by the "tragedy" next to it. One side of this street only looked dirty and dilapidated, and the other side was completely horrific ruins.

The yellow cordon that was pulled up was shaking in the wind, and the two police officers under him replied: "Yes, the NUO Daily reported this matter half a month ago."

"Half a month ago?" Ryan raised his chin, naturally filled with a sense of superiority: "It's still like this until now, and the efficiency of doing things in the upper city is just like this."

The two police officers from the upper city looked at each other, and did not say that the ruins had attracted a group of media reports in the past half a month. In order to meet the lack of entertainment news requirements in the central district in the past month, the reconstruction project was repeated. Delay.

It was not until recently that the reconstruction project was contracted by Rolle Development, and it finally started to restart.

In other words, it was actually these people in the Central District that caused the inefficiency of the reconstruction of this area.

Of course, they naturally kept silent about this matter, so as not to offend their immediate superiors, and make life difficult in the future, and even lose their own clothes.

"Let's go, so the only thing that needs to be checked on this street is the row of shops next to it." Ryan said with satisfaction: "This way, the job will be much easier."

In fact, of course, this job is extremely easy.

They were sent down to the upper city, and all they received were respectful and fearful eyes. The people who were interrogated were afraid that they would find something wrong with the investigation, so they all waited on them carefully.

Asking a question, he immediately told the whole situation of his family, young and old, and Ryan was almost deaf from the compliments.

The funniest one is the owner of a video store.

He even said nervously that he thought the bookstore owner next door might have been replaced by something evil recently.

"The owner of that store is an evil spirit!"

"He can go through the wall and do some horrible things with just his thoughts." The middle-aged man named Colin said in a low voice, his expression seemed to be real, and he said in a slightly trembling voice: "A few days ago In the early morning, I heard him sawing off with a chainsaw... It might be human bones, as well as flesh and blood, it was very scary, he was even grinning, I felt that he might kill me at any time..."

A police officer jokingly asked: "Then you should find a church to solve your problem."

"I've already found it!"

Colin's eyes widened, and he shouted at the three idiots who didn't believe him: "The priest is on his way, he will come to help!"

"Okay, okay, then you just wait for the priest to come, and this is the end of our questioning."

Apparently, the officers took this as a joke.

Ryan was a little vigilant at first, but when he asked Colin what evidence he had, the guy didn't know anything and relied on his imagination, yelling that he must not see it, otherwise he would encounter misfortune and other nonsense.

It makes people wonder whether the owner of the audio-visual store has a problem with his head.

"This is the quality of people in the upper city." Ryan shook his head and said when he led his subordinates out.

Then he looked at the bookstore next to him.

I don't know if it was because of Colin's nonsense, but at this moment, Ryan felt an indescribable attraction emanating from the dilapidated shop.

Whether it's the bell on the door, or the window next to it that seems to be forever covered with dust.

Ryan walked in while talking about the routine.

The owner of the bookstore sitting behind the counter was younger than expected, but unexpectedly, there was a clerk beside him.

It looked like a young girl with bandages on her face and body, as if she had just been injured.

"I remember that the registered information of this store is only the store manager." Ryan had the basic information of these stores in hand, and looked into the authenticity.

The owner of the bookstore nodded, and said as a matter of course: "She is the clerk I just recruited recently. Alas, the business has been busy recently, and I really can't handle it by myself."

"Really? Could you please provide her ID card or household registration certificate? We need to register."

"It's a little troublesome." The owner of the bookstore showed embarrassment, "She is the daughter of a relative of my friend. She just moved from the Central District. I think you should know that the procedures for voluntary conversion of declining nobles to commoners are very complicated. Now It is still being processed, and all the documents have been taken for handover."

"Oh... I've heard of such things, but what about the injuries on her body?"

"This is the reason why their family has not fallen to the present state..."

The owner of the bookstore cleared his throat, as if he was about to tell a long, long story.

Two police officers stood guard in front of the counter, but their eyes were attracted by the bright roses.

Ryan walked in and inspected the bookstore, looked around, and said, "Speaking of which, your neighbor next door seems to have some prejudice against you, and thinks you are some kind of evil spirit."

The owner of the bookstore seemed surprised: "Evil spirit? I didn't expect that he thought of me like this. I helped him a little bit before. I didn't expect that he misunderstood me so deeply. It's strange. Just think about it for a while. How could I be an evil spirit?"

Ryan paused, and suddenly saw the dark, mottled... bloodstains on the recliner.

He suddenly felt a creepy chill, and turned his head suddenly, only to see that the two policemen seemed to be frozen in place, while the roses on the counter were blooming like layers of flesh and blood, filled with spiral fine teeth and stacked eyeballs.

The owner of the bookstore smiled from behind the counter.

"I'm... a living person."