81: Chapter 81 I brought them all 81: Chapter 81 I brought them all “Kid, you’re pretty impressive, nabbing this criminal all by yourself,” the man said, speaking from behind Helen Wilson.
Helen quickly turned around, a puzzled look on her face as she addressed the man, “It wasn’t who caught him.”
“But you’re the only police officer here.
Who else would catch him if not you?”
“It was you who caught him.”
“Ah, kid, you really are stubborn.”
“Ah, I get it now.
You don’t want others to know about you?” Helen suddenly realized and looked at the mysterious man with surprise.
“At least you’re not totally dense.”
Helen shook her head again and again, saying, “No, no, I can’t take credit for your work.
If you caught him, it was you who did it.”
The man grinned and suddenly pointed behind Helen, shouting, “Watch out.”
Helen swiftly turned around, but there was nothing amiss.
The thug still lay there, spitting blood, without the slightest attack capability.
When she turned to look at the man, she found that there was no one behind her, which sent a chill down Helen’s spine.
She had not noticed his arrival, and when he left, she was still unaware.
His skill was indeed impressive.
However, now was not the ti to look for this man.
She quickly called the deputy chief and had him bring over the Criminal Police team.
In no ti, two police cars zood in, from which several criminal police officers jumped out.
They were fully ard, guns in hand, but when they saw Helen standing there with the thug lying in a pile of bricks, each one was a bit dumbfounded.
What was this situation?
Helen had caught this guy all by herself?
Next, the criminal police got the thug out of the bricks and sent him directly to the hospital.
Then Helen went to the Criminal Police division too.
With a matter like this, she definitely needed to cooperate with the Criminal Police’s investigation.
Helen didn’t follow the man’s request and instead recounted the events in full detail.
By then, the thug’s examination results had co out: six fractured ribs in the chest—the most direct damage, not to ntion what being hit by the bricks did.
For soone to kick a physically robust thug and fracture six of his ribs in one go was impressive—not just for Helen, but even the criminal police officers felt tense.
They knew the best amongst them couldn’t fracture a person’s six ribs in one kick—this man’s strength was truly overpowering.
The existence of such a formidable person caused concern within the Criminal Police.
It would be fine if this man only did good deeds, but it would be terrifying if he committed evil acts.
So, they asked Helen to describe the man’s features to recreate his likeness with technology.
But when Helen recalled the mories, apart from knowing the man’s height and roughly describing his build, she found herself unable to describe his face.
Looking at various facial features on the computer, Helen felt that everything resembled him and yet nothing did, which was extrely frustrating.
The mysterious man was naturally Jas Brown.
He had seen Helen moving in and had followed, but before he appeared, he had changed his appearance, a skill not many could master.
In certain novels from the W Region, this was known as Disguise Skill Level.
Jas wasn’t really capable of changing his face to whatever he liked; he could just adjust his facial muscles and broadly alter his appearance.
The most ordinary look, which Jas was particularly good at, had the biggest advantage: it was unforgettable, preventing the police from finding him later.
Though it was for a good deed, Jas still didn’t want the police’s attention.
Even if his identity was strong enough that the police wouldn’t suspect him, being sought after for help with other matters wouldn’t be ideal, as it would prevent him from doing as he pleased.
The next day, Jas Brown went to work at the company.
Gina Lopez hadn’t sought him out, and Lucy Campbell hadn’t contacted him either, so his day was quite leisurely.
Upon returning ho in the evening, Jas felt that soone had moved into the empty room on his right—another new neighbor had arrived, though he had no idea who it could be.
Jas wasn’t the type to knock on doors to see who had moved in; city folk had grown accustod to not knowing their neighbors, even on the sa floor.
Right after he finished cooking dinner and before he had a chance to eat, there was a knock at the door.
Jas went to open it and surprisingly saw Helen Wilson, the police officer.
“Officer Wilson, what brings you here?” Jas looked at Helen, sowhat astonished.
Helen, stern-faced, said, “I’ve co to ask you about sothing.”
Jas responded with a cheerful smile, “Sure, sure, co on in.
I’ve just finished cooking, would you like sothing to eat?”
“No need,” Helen shook her head, saying, “You can go ahead and eat; I’ll wait and ask afterward.”
“Thanks a lot, I’m really hungry,” Jas Brown said as he unceremoniously sat down at the dining table and began to eat heartily.
What Jas Brown had made tonight was simple, but for soone like him who pursued gourt food, even simple dishes could taste quite remarkable.
Helen Wilson hadn’t eaten yet, and the aromatic scent of the food made her stomach uncontrollably growl.
Jas Brown imdiately said, “Officer Wilson, if you haven’t eaten, then co have a bite quickly.”
“Thanks, no need,” Helen Wilson replied, imdiately declining.
She’d never had much of a fondness for Jas Brown.
Jas Brown, still eating, said, “Then forget it.
If you were to eat, I’d worry there wouldn’t be enough.”
Helen Wilson’s face darkened.
His way of speaking was just too exasperating.
Slling the food made her feel even hungrier, and what bothered her the most was that Jas Brown ate in such a slow, feminine way, leaving her with an indescribable discomfort.
Eventually, when Jas Brown finished eating, Helen Wilson was relieved from this tornt.
Once Jas Brown had co over and settled onto the couch, she stared at him and asked, “Where were you between nine and ten o’clock last night?”
Jas Brown looked back at Helen Wilson with a puzzled expression, “Officer Wilson, I haven’t gotten mixed up with so case, have I?”
“Stop the nonsense and just answer the question honestly,” Helen Wilson said with a stern face.
Jas Brown put on a pitiful face and replied, “I really have the worst luck, but luckily I didn’t do anything bad…
I went to the bar to have a few drinks after eight last night.
After a while, I saw you.
I wanted to greet you, but then you stopped soone and, along with another guy…
got knocked down, and then you chased after him.”
Helen Wilson had reviewed the bar’s surveillance footage today and saw Jas Brown in it, approaching her, which is why she went looking for him.
“Do you go to the bar just to drink?” Helen Wilson asked, staring into Jas Brown’s eyes—windows to the soul.
She believed she could tell if he was lying.
Jas Brown’s gaze indeed flickered, which prompted Helen Wilson to say with an even more displeased tone, “Tell the truth.”
Jas Brown cracked a smile and chuckled, “You know what a bar is for.
I was just out hunting for so excitent.
When I saw Officer Wilson there, I was quite surprised.
I thought you had the sa hobby, so…
I wanted to strike up a conversation with you.”
“What?” Helen Wilson’s eyes widened, feeling an impulse to kill him on the spot.
“Don’t be mad, Officer Wilson.
I later realized you were on duty and didn’t interfere, see?
But…
that guy was really tough.
He knocked both of you down in one hit, then you gave chase.
I was worried and ran out too, but by the ti I got outside, you were gone.
I was really afraid that guy had handled you.
I’m glad you’re okay now.
That puts my mind at ease,” Jas Brown said, patting his chest.
Hearing Jas Brown repeatedly ntion her being knocked down, Helen Wilson felt quite frustrated.
Everything Jas Brown had said matched what was on the tape, and she no longer had any suspicion about him.
However, seeing his pretense of concern still made her skin crawl.
She said with a stern face, “Thanks for the concern.
Did you notice any other suspicious people in the bar?
Like who ran out with ?”
Asking this question made Helen Wilson a bit nervous.
She wanted to find that mysterious man, and although she had reviewed all the surveillance tapes and hadn’t spotted him, his profile seed sowhat similar to Jas Brown’s.
But she refused to believe that Jas Brown had such strong skills.
Not only did he look different, but also, when she had once caught him as a presud thief, she knew Jas Brown wasn’t all that impressive.
So, she hoped Jas Brown might have seen that person or could provide so useful information.
“I wasn’t paying attention; I was only looking at you.”
Jas Brown’s words shattered Helen Wilson’s hope.
She said in irritation, “Why were you looking at ?”
Jas Brown chuckled, “Just watching the excitent.
I wanted to see how you would…
catch a crook.”
Looking at Jas Brown’s insincere deanor, Helen Wilson felt annoyed and said, “You an you wanted to see get beaten by the crook?”
Jas Brown gave a dry laugh, “No way.
I have no deep hatred with the police; you’re our local officer.
I was just showing so concern, that’s all.”
Helen Wilson stood up and huffed, her gaze sweeping once more around Jas Brown’s ho, “There’s no one else living here?”
“Nope, it’s absolutely just here.”
“Hmph, I don’t care who you have over to stay the night, but if you’re going to have soone live here long-term, they must register with .”
“Got it.
I’ll definitely cooperate with Officer Wilson’s work.”
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