The North District Police Department, which used to be in the position of Detective Cowson, now sits Weiss. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Wes didn't sit easily here, he had already read the file in his hand a dozen times, and now he could only start reading a dozen or a dozen times.

There was no one he knew here, and there were people who 'inexplicable' ran behind him, "Curson, you handled the ...... last week" After finding that it was Wes who turned back, he pouted and walked away, and then asked the people around him loudly, "Who of you knows who handed over the case that Curson handled last week?"

The answer was, "Lance." ”

"Tsk. "Completely ignore Wes and walk away.

Look, Wes wasn't easy here, it was hard.

The worst part was that Wes had to stay here, he didn't know where to go, because his partner, his friend, who was also the guide who was supposed to help him adjust to the North Police Department, didn't come to work at all!

Wes had already called the only place he could think of—James's own home. You know, James didn't have any friends, and there were only two places where he could play missing, one of his own house and one of Wes's house. Wes is here, so ......

Wes regretted that he had left the city hall so simply yesterday, and to be honest, he was a little worried about whether something had happened to James.

The time began to approach noon, and Weiss barely had any communication with his colleagues in the North District Police Department, but every time he looked, he could find that the blinds in the team leader's office had been opened, and a pair of 'scrutinizing' eyes were looking at him!

Wess couldn't take it anymore.

"*!" let out a low emotion, Wes is not ready to continue to waste time in this unkind environment! If James doesn't show up, whatever! He investigates the case himself! People's lives are at stake! Wes needs to do something!

Armed with the keys to his motorcycle, Wes grabbed his coat and prepared to leave the police station.

"Detective Lance. Do you have time?" Chapman stopped Wes at the door of the police station, please don't pay too much attention to Chapman's politeness, just to avoid embarrassment, we all know that the person who will be James's partner is either Wes or Chapman, right. Politeness, between these two, is much needed.

"Yes. "Wes was self-conscious, he knew the difficult situation he was in at the North Police Department, partly because he replaced Curson, and partly because of this Chapman. Everyone knew that Chapman had not had a good year, and when things finally started to look up - at least Chapman's son was cured, Chapman bravely offered a promotion and was squeezed out by Wes.

Chapman glanced at Wes's motorcycle, pursed his lips, and motioned for his patrol car. So it's a conversation that requires privacy.

Wes didn't refuse.

To Weiss's surprise, Chapman immediately began to fasten his seatbelt after getting into the car, and the key was plugged in, looking like he was about to hit the road.

Wes pursed his lips and didn't ask much, fastened his seatbelt, and watched the police station in front of him deviate from the boundary of his vision. Probably just a convenient walk, and many people like the feeling of communicating while on the move, right......

"We went to Mary's Church. ”

Uh, not for a ride, Chapman has a destination.

Weiss frowned, "Church?"

Chapman actually smiled, quite easily, "Yes, church, but, I think you should think of other things, like, fallen angels, demons, etc. Although Chapman still stretched out his right hand while driving, "Although I live in the South Side, I seem to have seen you a few times, but I don't think I've ever officially introduced myself." Chapman, an ordinary police officer, a subordinate of the devil, hehe. ”

Weiss shook Chapman's hand, "Weis." Rookie police detective, free human. "Unexpectedly, the mood is also relaxed. Who doesn't like the exchange of Ming people and clear words~

There was no need to feel the grievances of being with James, Wes was very direct, "Did the demons find anything, the republican from yesterday's case?

"Well," the elongated tail note, "I got a little trouble, I found it, but he's not here, and he's not in hell." Chapman pondered for a moment, as if considering how to describe it, "We need help from others, eh...... So we need you, help convince someone who can. ”

Wes actually understood what Chapman meant, and it was just a generalization. Before moving on to the specific description of the situation, "Thank you, Jaime has always been very repulsive to the Devil's gang...... Hey, any interracial help. Thank you. ”

"Hehe, you don't need to, Detective Lance has a reason for his rejection, and no one can criticize him. Shrugging, "Thank you Madison, he contacted the fallen angels at midnight last night and asked the demons for help, and he said that if he didn't help, the case would probably never be closed in James's hands." ”

Wes was a little helpless, and leaned back in his chair, "Hey, Madison won't be exactly where James is now." "Wes's most immediate thought was that Madison asked the demon for help at midnight, presumably something happened that made Madison act. After all, during the day yesterday in the southeast, Madison was completely in the attitude of 'I have fulfilled my obligations as a citizen, called the police, the next thing has nothing to do with me, I am busy', then, maybe I have contact with James, what has changed, and Madison's civic consciousness has increased a little.

Chapman smiled, "Not sure, but Madison confirmed where James was last night." "A little more serious," said Eli Toredo, who took James to the mill to find Madison to recount the discovery of the crime scene. ”

Wes blinked, "Eli Torredo is going to help us with the case?

"Yes. As if he couldn't get serious, Chapman laughed as if speechless, "But don't count on it. Madison said the guy was playing a 'game of Zach' that was far higher than really helping. Chapman paused, inexplicably off-topic, "You know, Madison is writing a story, a story about us." ”

"What?"

"Well, I'm sorry, it's not us, it's Zach's story. But ......," Chapman shrugged again, "you know Zach's, his story, it's everybody's story, and then, well, Madison is writing those stories." ”

Nothing worth talking about on the surface, Wess adjusted his sitting posture with an abnormal face, "What did he write?"

"At least I wrote that I tried to kill myself, cheated on insurance, and was saved by Vandle. Chapman shook his head, "If you want to know, you should ask Madison, I asked, and honestly, I feel, well, well, very ......" Chapman didn't know how to describe it, stupid? Uh, Chapman wasn't ready to sum himself up like that.

Wess didn't ask, pursing his lips, "I don't want to ask Madison what he wrote." "Against the will.

"You should. Chapman shook his head, "Because these manuscripts were taken by Eli Torredo." "Give us a moment to react," he said, "and he'll see from every word Madison writes everything Zach has done at Barton that year—our story, what kind of characters we've come into Zack's life, and what kind of role, well, part of the story we've played. ”

Wes tried his best not to curse, because it sounded creepy, and the denial mode was turned on, "That's just a story, don't care, it's probably far from the truth......"

"No, it's all true. Very true. Chapman looked at Wes with a serious face at the red light, "At least my story is the truth, I don't want to admit it, but in the manuscript that Madison gave me." The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, "I don't know how he understood my psychological changes this year, stuck between demons and humans, he wrote it." I hate to say that, but Madison knows myself better than I do. "The final point," and these things will be seen by Eli Toredo. The red light ended, and Chapman turned around and continued driving.

Wess was still denying the mode, he had to, he had a 'dark and twisted soul', he had a 'secret' that he didn't want anyone to know, he didn't explain much, anyway, this denial mode allowed him to grasp a point that could be offset, "Madison gave a backup manuscript?

"I think Madison just wiped his ass. Chapman shook his head, "He wrote a lot of stuff, well, some people's stuff. "Glancing at Wes," he mocked many things, human or alien. "Continue to shrug your shoulders, due to the driving posture, the expressiveness is limited," of course, the most is Zach, but Zach is everywhere, so Madison followed Zach and taunted everyone. Now, huh. Chapman's mood was really relaxed, who knows what he was thinking, "These stories were taken by Eli Torredo, and no one can guarantee that this guy will just read these stories quietly and not take advantage of them, so Madison is going to wipe his ass. ”

Wes really, really wanted to roll his eyes, oh no, swearing rudely. I'm sorry, Wes, I'm taunting you again.

Chapman parked the car. There is still an impression of the road, it is not far from the police station to Mary's Church, and further on, it is the southeast. Chapman waved his hand, "Actually, I think Madison asked the demon for help, mainly as an excuse, he just wanted to find an opportunity to tell Jessica that as the first alien force to appear in Barton, he is still a fallen angel under the belief of the Holy Lord, and theoretically has the same origin as Zack." Madison didn't write her much, well, positively. "It's more like a euphemism, 'Actually, I respect you very much, I think you're a good person, what I write is just an artistic treatment, don't care' Well, this feeling.'" ”

Wes understood, "Helping the police detective solve the case is positive and worthy of respect, even if she is a fallen angel." ”

"That's it. Chapman nodded, motioning for Weiss to follow.

On the way to Mary's Chapel, Wes walked slowly, because he was following Chapman, who zigzagged left and right. There are wide and direct roads, and I don't know what Chapman is doing in a twist and turn......

"Cerberus. Chapman pouted, "The Fallen Angel has summoned all of Barton's Cerberus. "The closer I got to the church, the more carefully I walked around, and I even stood on tiptoe.

The corners of Wes's eyes twitched, but he didn't want to move forward.

"Don't worry, you can just go, I'm just, uh, a little special, I have a pact with the devil, and part of it already belongs to hell. There's a chance that I'll be accidentally dragged to hell by Cerberus ahead of time, so you don't have to worry about that. ”

This explanation didn't make Wes happy, and the topic of distraction was called upon at this point, "Tell me about the case, what the hell is going on with the republican soul?"

"He's trapped in the cracks of the world. Chapman began to explain, "The fallen angel doesn't know how this happened, but last night, after Madison asked for help, the demon began to search for the soul of the dead at that time in hell. ”

Instead of entering Mary's Chapel, but going straight to the back, Chapman continued, "Patton's gates to hell did open at that time, and Cerberus entered, but the soul did not belong to hell, it was stuck in the gap, and the world where Cerberus was. ”

Remember, the Cerberus without the embodiment of the fallen angel will only fully manifest in reality at the dawn and dusk of the world. Cerberus is a creature that lives in the cracks of the world.

Finding no soul in Hell, Jessica began to tap on her Cerberus. "A little helpless," except for a few Cerberus who ran to Newton to fight, there was one who was trapped in the cracks, unable to enter hell and unable to be summoned to the present world. ”

Wes was beginning to understand what Chapman was saying, "You said that Cerberus dragging the soul of a republican was trapped in the crevices. ”

"Yes. Chapman nodded, "With the soul." Cerberus really doesn't have a high IQ, once they bite something, they don't run to the destination to put it down, they won't let go. So it's trapped. Jessica could feel it, but couldn't command it to do anything, so she had to let the stupid dog ......" Chapman stood still, staring into the air, "I didn't say you guys, you're all good dogs." Continuing to make a more careful detour, he glanced at Wes helplessly, "So we need help pulling this Cerberus and the soul out of the cracks." ”

"Can't Jessica herself?"

"I can't. It was the fallen angel in the distance who spoke, "No demon can't." And explain, "Why is there a gate of hell? Why can't demons go directly from hell to this world? Because the two worlds are separated by a wall, and no one can go directly through the wall." That's what the wall does, isn't it, to divide and isolate. So we created the door, the door inlaid in the wall, to enter and exit two worlds. But does that mean I can turn ninety degrees and walk into the wall when I pass through the door?" Jessica laughed and shook her head, "so we need help." His gaze drifted to someone sitting on a bench.

Walter.

Walter, who was clutching a stack of bound manuscripts, crumpled where he was pinched, paid no attention to the pages of the fallen angel, and his face seemed to be constipated for a month. yes, the kind that's dying.

Syllable!

Walter threw the manuscript to the ground, "That shameless vampire!

Needless to say, what is that manuscript...... Well, something to wipe your ass.