messenger from the wasteland

Chapter 87 Behavior
Since a few days ago, every morning, the police station in the Fog City will be opened to the public.

Although there seem to be only two people entering and leaving the police station (Lawrence and Chu), at least one thing is undeniable. There are already police in this city. The police station that was rumored to never be opened has been opened and cases have begun to be accepted. .

However, what is frustrating is that no one will go to the police station to report the incident, because the citizens here can't believe the sudden appearance of the police.

So Lawrence just sits in the police station for a while during working hours during the day, and then goes out to patrol with Chu.

This place is different from other places, the case will not come to you by itself.

It should have been like this today, but a thin man appeared.

He was wearing a long gray trench coat, a top hat on his head, and a black metal cane in his hand.

When he walked into the gate of the police station, he took off his hat, revealing some funny faces.

There are two mustaches slightly raised on the lips, and mouse-like eyes.

With a polite but awkward smile on his face, he bowed slightly to Lawrence who was sitting at the front desk, holding the brim of his top hat with both hands, and limped over.

He has some sloped feet, which is why he carries a cane, I suppose.

"Officer, I have a case and need your help."

The man walked up to Lawrence and said with a forced smile.

The empty police station made his voice sound clear.

From the looks of it, he looked like a man in need.

From the moment the man entered the door, Lawrence's eyes had already fallen on him, until the man came close, Lawrence scanned the man up and down.

His eyes stayed on the opponent's feet and cane for half a second, and he didn't know what he found, but he didn't do anything extra, just sat up straight from the slightly slanted back of the chair, and took it from the front desk. He picked up a piece of paper and a pen, and handed them to the man.

"If it's convenient, please fill out the form. Of course, you can also directly tell me the case you want to declare."

Lawrence's attitude seemed casual.

The man did not take the paper and pen, but glanced at Chu standing in the corner with his eyes.

He shook his head and said.

"I believe that the two police officers are also very busy. I'd better not cause you too much trouble, so I'll just talk about it."

"Ah."

Lawrence took back the paper and pen. In theory, no matter who declared the case, it should be recorded, but this time he didn't seem to insist on it.

"Speak, then, sir."

"Mr. Police Officer." The man held his hat in front of him, as if saying sincerely.

"I'm a cargo merchant at the dock, but recently there's always been a group of hooligans coming to make trouble at my dock. They were a group of disrespectful people. They injured my employees and robbed my goods, making my business impossible to continue."

"So I would like to ask Mr. Police Officer as a citizen to help me get rid of those hooligans."

"That's it, good." Lawrence nodded, and said casually while briefly sorting out the documents on the table.

"I understand. After telling me the address, you can go back first. I will come over when I finish dealing with the affairs at hand."

"Mr. Police Officer, you will definitely come, right?"

The thin, mouse-like man confirmed to Lawrence once again, just like ordinary panicked citizens.

"Of course." Lawrence raised his eyes and met the man's gaze directly.

"Because I'm a policeman, isn't it?"

Lawrence's voice seemed to have a sense of urgency, pressing on the man.

"Oh." The man felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by Lawrence, smiled dryly, and took a step back.

"Then here is my address, please be sure to deal with my case as soon as possible."

With that said, he handed over a note that he had already prepared, and left in a hurry.

The man walked out of the police station, took out a handkerchief from his chest, and wiped the sweat on his forehead.

Except for the one-eyed man, this was the first time he experienced this oppressive feeling on someone else.

When the man walked away, Lawrence stopped arranging the files. He turned his eyes and glanced at Chu standing in the corner.

"Chu, are you ready to kill someone?"

he asked, his eyes kept calm, but the suppressed resentment could be heard in his voice.

"Many, many people."

On the table, the palm of Lawrence's right hand trembled slightly.

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About two months ago, Lawrence, who was still secretly investigating various forces, was blocked in an alley by a group of street gangsters.

They beat Lawrence badly, warned him of his behaviour, and then, sneering, broke his right hand with an iron bar.

They didn't even bother to kill him, they just teased him like a plaything.

At that time, Lawrence's consciousness was very vague. He only remembered that he was surrounded by a group of people, his face was pressed against the cold ground by a foot, and there was severe pain in every part of his body.

He wanted to get up from the ground angrily, but he couldn't do it. As an ordinary person, there were too few things he could do.

He watched a person raise an iron rod in front of him, and with the sound of breaking wind, the iron rod fell, and a pain that almost made him faint came from his arm.

He knew his hand was broken, and before he passed out, Lawrence saw a man standing on the other side of the alley, laughing and watching.

The man had a funny beard, mouse eyes, and a black metal cane.

Lawrence had investigated this man, his name was Ross, and he was one of One-Eyed Ham's important eyes and ears on the street.

But the current Ross probably doesn't remember Lawrence, after all, he probably never imagined that the little man who investigated the gang alone would become a policeman.

And Lawrence had grown a beard, which made him look at least ten years older.

The thin man who had come to report the incident was Rose, and Lawrence recognized him when he entered the door.

At the same time, Lawrence also guessed that since it was Rose who reported the crime, it was probably One-Eyed Ham who was waiting for him at the pier.

But Lawrence did not refuse Rose's request, and even agreed to his invitation.

He was going to see One-Eyed Ham, or he was going, as he said, he was a policeman.

Lawrence's eyes looked in the direction Rose left.

He felt that he could almost see the scene of the blood flowing on the pier.

He could almost see that the streets of the Fog City were covered in blood.

Angry justice can almost see the scene of evil being sanctioned.

(End of this chapter)