"Calm down, Hunter,"
"Anger is useless at a ti like this."
"On the contrary, your calm is what can lead you to find those poor girls."
Davide reminded his assistant, but his fists had already clenched tightly, and his voice carried a sharp, harsh tone.
He had always known Emod was a bastard.
But he hadn’t realized the extent of the bastardry.
Damned a hundred tis!
The scum that belongs in hell!
Davide continued to browse through the interrogation docunts.
The middle-aged police chief’s brows furrowed involuntarily.
The interrogation docunts all ca from Emod’s subordinates, but as his confidants all died, the docunts were provided by the outer circle of his n.
With these alone, it was tough to find anything substantial.
"Hunter, which of Emod’s close associates are still alive?"
The middle-aged police chief asked.
"That’s it, chief—I an, we found Emod’s right-hand man, Asa, and many confidants in his mansion that turned into ruins."
"The rest of the confidants all died outside the mansion."
"Now, all we can catch are these small fish."
The young assistant, clearly knowing what his chief was asking, spoke with a tone full of helplessness.
"Is that so?"
The middle-aged police chief murmured to himself.
And at this mont, the office door was suddenly knocked on.
A uniford patrol officer walked in.
In his hand, there was a package.
"Chief, your package!"
"The package was sent by a person nad Findelter!"
Before the patrol officer could finish, the middle-aged police chief rushed over and grabbed the square package.
Looking at the clearly written sender’s na ’Findelter’ on it, the middle-aged police chief took a deep breath.
He sensed that a turning point was coming.
However, he was not in a hurry.
"Hunter, hand a carving knife,"
Said the chief, carefully inspecting the entire package. After receiving the carving knife, he cautiously cut open the outer wrapping.
He had received mail bombs more than once.
Naturally, he was quite experienced.
Quickly, the package was opened, revealing a notebook and a letter inside.
"Got lucky this ti."
The middle-aged police chief said as he opened the envelope and took out the letter.
Dear Chief Davide,
If you are reading this letter, it ans I am already dead.
The one who killed is most likely Pang’er.
But who exactly, I can’t be sure of.
After all, I am a man deserving of death.
I was just trying to make up for my initial mistake, but I ended up making even more errors.
I am sorry to Mr. Edward.
I also let down Mr. Emod, though he deceived about knowing Mr. Edward’s whereabouts. However, as a butler, I failed in my duty.
And as a normal person, I failed as well.
I witnessed so much darkness but didn’t stand up when I was needed, only feeling self-bla, guilt, and regret.
I am a useless man.
To the end, I wasn’t willing to face my own mistakes.
I hope...
...the notebook can help you.
Sinner: Findelter
...
After reading the letter, a flicker of confusion appeared in the middle-aged police chief’s eyes.
The matter concerning ’Edward’ was sothing he had seen in the records, a very normal missing person case, and based on his experience, it should have been Edward leaving on his own. 𝔯ἈꞐŎβĘŞ
However, the letter in his hand suggested that Edward’s disappearance was not that simple,
And it seed to be connected to Findelter.
Nonetheless, the middle-aged police chief didn’t start to investigate this imdiately—his gaze turned towards the notebook inside the package.
When he opened the notebook and saw the contents clearly, excitent appeared on his face.
Emod’s ledger!
It had not only Emod’s hidden properties but also detailed transaction records!
More importantly, these records included the nas of the traders.
Among them were so big nas!
"What an unexpected windfall!"
The middle-aged police chief took a deep breath.
He had a premonition that he would discover sothing big, but what he hadn’t anticipated was it being this huge.
Just look at those nas above!
Each one, a major figure!
Together, they were enough to shake the entire Cherry City!
In their presence, he really was insignificant, and if he made his move like this, Davide could guarantee that he would vanish without a trace, a car accident? Retaliation?
Or maybe just a staged suicide?
As for his boss?
The signing last night, and all that preceded, had already made it clear to him what kind of person his superior was.
He couldn’t rely on that person.
In fact, he couldn’t rely on anyone in Cherry City.
It could be said that, at this mont, he faced enemies at every turn.
Thinking this, the middle-aged police chief smiled.
Difficult.
As if thorns lay strewn before him.
He could already foresee it.
He would certainly be bloodied from the pricks and cuts.
But this didn’t an he would ignore the helplessness and despair represented by each of those transaction details.
He still rembered the vow he made when he beca a police officer—
"I will, with a fair, honest, diligent, and just Spirit, protect and respect everyone."
"I will spare no effort to maintain peace and prevent all cris that damage persons and property."
"I will uphold..."
"Justice!"
Now was the ti for him to fulfill that vow.
The middle-aged police chief secured his notebook and slipped it into his pocket, which caused the young Assistant who was waiting to read it to startle; he was ready to see its contents.
"You’re not ready yet."
"For now... it’s enough that I alone know."
"Hunter, how long has it been since you took a vacation?"
"Go rest, I’m giving you a day off!"
After saying this, Davide walked away.
He knew exactly what he had to do.
He also knew the consequences of his actions.
Afterwards, he would no longer be able to stand in Cherry City.
Even death would follow him like a shadow.
Then there’s no need to drag others down with him.
He alone was enough.
In the police station parking lot, Davide opened his car door and had just sat down when the passenger-side door opened and Hunter got in, the young Assistant buckling his seatbelt without a word.
"Let’s go, together."
The young Assistant said.
"Hunter?"
The middle-aged police chief was taken aback.
Then, the chief sighed.
"Do you know what I’m planning to do?"
"What I’ll be facing?"
The middle-aged police chief asked.
"Of course, I’m not an idiot; your expression has told everything."
"That’s why I won’t let you play the hero alone."
"We’re partners."
"If we are to beco heroes, obviously it should be both of us!"
The young Assistant turned his head and said with a smile.
In the morning light, his young face still showed traces of youthfulness, but it was eager and resolute.
"You really are a fool!"
Davide said softly.
"Fool? Aren’t you the sa?" Enjoy new tales from
Hunter chuckled lightly.
"Yes, we are both fools."
The middle-aged police chief took a deep breath and extended his hand toward the Assistant, introducing himself as if they were eting for the first ti.
"Davide."
"Hunter."
The young Assistant grasped the offered hand firmly.
Their hands clasped tightly together.
Bathed in the sun’s radiance.
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