The atmosphere suddenly beca tense.
Zhao Xun snorted coldly, "I hope what you are saying is true, otherwise, don’t think that just because the Chief Bishop values you, you can do whatever you want."
The ladies present looked incredulous, they didn’t even know what had happened outside, what murderer, how could it be related to the noble Viscount?
"It must not be mistaken, this is too barbaric."
"Just looking at him, he doesn’t seem like a good person. I’ve heard that the Night Patrol is just like gang mbers, all doing disgraceful work."
"The work of the Night Patrol and the City Guard overlaps, he looks ferocious and indifferent, like a zombie, a jealous look."
One by one, the well-endowed ladies recovered from the shock and began to criticize, but Luo Jin didn’t care, he had seen such situations many tis, he was angry when he was young, but now at this age, he is long past that, but the few Church Court judgent team mbers with him weren’t used to such treatnt.
"Ladies, mind your words, Lord Luo Jin is performing official duties!" a Priest said in a deep voice, and only then did the won quiet down, although their eyes continued to insult Luo Jin disdainfully.
Montreal didn’t take Luo Jin seriously at all, shook his head with a wry smile, "Councilor, I didn’t expect to involve you in such groundless trouble. Why don’t you head back first? I’ll co by to apologize after things are settled."
Zhao Xun waved his hand, "I actually want to see how the Night Patrol handles cases, and if there is abuse of power."
The Chief Bishop was indeed very effective, and soon people from the City Hall arrived with an arrest warrant. Seeing the arrest warrant, Montreal’s face turned unsightly as well.
"Viscount Montreal, will you walk yourself, or shall I take you?" Kurt’s dead, unseeing face seed right before him, and Luo Jin had to exert great self-control to suppress the urge to kill.
Montreal faintly glanced over, gave so instructions to a pretty noblewoman, "Don’t worry, it’s nothing, innocence will prove itself, Luo Jin, let’s go."
Seeing Montreal so straightforward, Luo Jin’s gaze tightened slightly, good that the other party didn’t regard him highly.
The Inhaler must be aware of his own condition, at least needing fresh flesh to balance the bloodthirsty impulse, and over ti, definitely needing to absorb Spiritual Abilities; Montreal couldn’t be unaware, or did he think he wouldn’t be locked up for long?
Unfortunately, the Church has ways to reveal his true form!
Montreal was taken away, and the news quickly spread throughout the city: Viscount Montreal, captain of the City Guard, turned out to be the Fog Serial Killer. The entire Celestial Capital was in an uproar.
It wasn’t until Montreal was imprisoned in the Church’s judgent prison that Luo Jin finally breathed a sigh of relief. Along the way, he had been on guard against Montreal suddenly going berserk, but the other party had been very obedient, which made Luo Jin a bit puzzled.
Could it be that he really wasn’t afraid?
Or did he think he could still escape after getting to the Church?
Luo Jin frowned, his professional instinct told him there was sothing unnaturally smooth about all this; Montreal’s certainty, could it be that he really wasn’t the Fog Killer?
Luo Jin wasn’t solely listening to Li Xin and Kathy, but he had always suspected the Fog Killer was soone high-ranking; it’s not easy for an Inhaler to erge, and this guy’s power must be quite strong, coupled with the previous coincidences, Montreal’s own conditions were very fitting. Luo Jin knew it was not the ti to deny himself.
Chief Bishop Matthew saw Luo Jin’s expression, "What’s with your face?"
He went to the City Hall selling old favors, and the Mayor and councilors were very accommodating, even when involving an old aristocrat, they issued the arrest warrant with utmost speed. Currently, the Night Patrol has searched the manor but found nothing.
"Kurt sacrificed himself," Luo Jin said.
Upon hearing this, Matthew was slightly taken aback, as if more wrinkles were added at the corners of his eyes, he sighed softly, "When I first saw him, he was just a young lad. Sigh, the compensation will co from the Church, settle his family well, ... and you take care too, the matter hasn’t been resolved, don’t let your guard down."
Matthew also felt that Montreal didn’t take the Church seriously enough.
"Chief Bishop, is there any magic potion or Divine Relic that can help the Inhaler hide or suppress his desires?" Luo Jin asked.
"Yes, but not one that’s foolproof for hiding. The City Hall has given five days, if conventional thods don’t work, I’ll co up with sothing. The Moon God will forgive ," Matthew said with the Half Moon Ceremony of confession, then looked at Luo Jin, "How confident are you?"
"More than ninety percent instinct, but not enough evidence," Luo Jin said. Of course, the Night Patrol didn’t need that much evidence to track mysterious events; after all, if they waited for actual evidence, the perpetrator might be long gone, which was both the right and the controversial aspect of the Night Patrol.
Matthew nodded, "Don’t relax your vigilance, let others maintain their alertness in case of any unforeseen events, and get so rest, you look older than ."
Luo Jin left the Church, reached the street corner, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and gazed at the sky above Celestial Capital where bells rang in the distance. He knew arrest wasn’t the end; instead, it was the beginning of a true challenge. From this mont, he was in a life-and-death feud with Montreal.
If Montreal hadn’t been a nobleman, directly taken to the Night Patrol, he would’ve surely found a way to pry the truth from the man’s mouth to reveal his true form, but nobles were different; the City Hall would send people to oversee, no torture could be applied, only blood or so ans could tempt the other to reveal his true form. The Chief Bishop might have other thods, though they wouldn’t be used except as a last resort. If they were wrong about the capture, handling a noble like this, even the Chief Bishop might find it difficult to bear.
Finishing a cigarette, Luo Jin’s emotions settled, he returned to the Night Patrol, and Kurt’s body had already been brought back to the Night Patrol. mbers of the fifth squad had red eyes, their faces filled with murder intent. Yesterday, they were still lively drinking with the captain, and now he’d beco a cold corpse in an instant. At the sight of Luo Jin, Carlo, Fan Jia, and others imdiately gathered around.
"Boss, was Montreal caught, is he the killer? We must avenge the captain!" Fan Jia said, feeling very regretful, wondering why he hadn’t joined the captain, if it had been two of them, that guy might not have dared act.
"Montreal is a pri suspect, and he’s now detained by the Church, we’re awaiting further news. Additionally, don’t withdraw the net outside for now, continue the investigation in case it’s a group cri," Luo Jin said, "Carlo, you’re the acting captain, a formal appointnt will be made after the case is closed."
After arranging the aftermath work, Luo Jin left. On joining the Night Patrol, one must be ready to face death at any ti, constantly dealing with mysterious incidents with the highest risk factor; this also led to a number of resignations from the Night Patrol.
"The boss is too cold, the captain died miserably, how co he doesn’t have any reaction!"
"You shut up, the boss and the captain were closer than us, he’s the one suffering the most, but what can he do, whimper like you? He’s our Night Patrol’s banner; the matter isn’t over yet. If Montreal is really the one, I’ll personally slaughter him, but for now, continue the work, keep an eye on Montreal’s family, and everyone connected to him!" Carlo gritted his teeth, "Keep a close watch on them!"
Luo Jin went to the logistics departnt to assign Kurt’s postmortem affairs to Kathy, "I rember Kurt saying his wife’s health isn’t good, and there are three children to raise. The Church’s pension won’t be approved quickly, withdraw five thousand lira from the Night Patrol’s account first, tell her not to worry about living expenses, I’ll find a solution later, handle this personally."
There’s also the funeral arrangents, which Luo Jin was very familiar with.
Kathy nodded, wanting to say sothing but swallowed the words back, this was an old man’s last stubbornness.
Luo Jin locked himself in his office, lit a cigarette, and reviewed the entire process again, checking for any oversights; still, he felt the group’s judgent had a significant probability.
Montreal was highly suspicious; given his character, he shouldn’t care much about this matter, so-called cooperation, the City Guard was always perfunctory, working without effort. As a captain, he usually hated such occasions; suddenly being so proactive seed problematic.
But why did he strike when he realized he was being followed? Wouldn’t this expose himself further?
One possibility was that the Inhaler’s ntal state wasn’t like ordinary people, dealing long-term with hidden events, losing control when discovered being followed?
Rather than imagine futilely, action was the best approach.
At night, who knows what ti it was, Luo Jin went to a tavern alone, "Two bottles of Highland Knight, two glasses."
Highland Knight was the strongest liquor here, the owner didn’t ask because the other had this peculiar habit occasionally, and only at these tis ordered the strongest drink.
Pulling out the cork and the pungent sll of alcohol greeted him, accompanied by the splash of pouring; Luo Jin filled two glasses, clinking one he held against another on the table.
The strong liquor burned down his throat, scorching straight up his head.
Another brother was gone.
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