Elwood actually didn't have high expectations for this meeting at first. To be honest, he had never been very attracted to people like university professors.

Knowledge can make a person wise, but social status can easily make them arrogant and stupid again.

But from the beginning, Mr. Hevin was very cooperative, and Elwood liked Hevin in every aspect, so that was the reason for the conversation with him.

Elwood was just casually chatting with the professor because the topic of children came up, but he didn't expect to get such an answer.

Although Mr. Hevin later explained with a smile that death was just a metaphor, Elwood did not believe him.

He didn't know whether death meant the death of the heart, an unstoppable event, or the silence of the body and the dissipation of the soul.

None of this matters.

Because what separates Heven from the beauty of the past is a gap that even the gods cannot cross, and a regret that cannot be made up by the reversal of time.

It must be death, or something worse than death.

"Sir." A young colleague walked up to Elwood, "This is all the information about Hvendrenger that can be collected in a short period of time."

Elwood took the document from his subordinate, opened it and looked through it carefully.

Although he always behaved very naturally when getting along with Hewen, in fact, he also listed Hewen as a suspect.

An excellent police detective will never reduce his suspicion of a person because of intuition and personal preferences. The only thing that can truly judge a person's right and wrong is evidence.

If the evidence proves that Hevin is a criminal, then he will never make a biased judgment based on personal feelings. On the contrary, even if he hates Hevin very much, he will not raise his suspicion in his heart even one bit.

While flipping through the documents, he ordered his subordinates:

"Focus on investigating a student named Kelly, as well as Veronica's admirers who have been in contact with Hewen during this period, and retrieve the information about Her Royal Highness Veronica, but don't offend anyone with a blind eye.

People."

He has not always been so naughty, but after all, he has gradually entered middle age and has a large family to support. If he is not careful and cautious, many people will not like him.

The subordinate asked cautiously:

"Princess Veronica, Veronica Gawain Pendragon?"

Elwood waved his hand impatiently:

"Is there a second Her Majesty Veronica?"

The young man nodded immediately and rushed to the bureau resolutely.

This little guy is more or less half of his "fan". In the early years, he didn't only take action on the most urgent cases like he does now. The surprisingly high number and rate of solved cases astonished everyone, and many people even thought that

Aaron Branch falsified the data.

But as several shocking cases were solved, his reputation became more and more famous, and there were even popular detective novels based on him as the protagonist. However, as he grew older, he no longer showed off as he used to.

Now that I have a family, I rarely appear in the most dangerous places.

Of course, this is just that he has lowered his profile, and it does not mean that he has lost his fighting spirit or that his intelligence has declined.

But he was still horrified by this new case, not because of its complexity and the difficulties encountered in the investigation. When he faced the questioning of the nobles and the teasing of the genius criminal, he never flinched even half a step, but next time

At this moment, he was still chanting the name of the dead King Arthur and praying over and over again in his heart.

My king protects me, guides me, my king protects me, the evil light dims, my king protects me, the evil spirit disappears, my king protects me, the devil retreats.

He would not show any fear or anxiety in front of anyone, but to be honest, he was scared.

What he fears is not the heinous criminals or the evil devils that may appear, but the eternal separation between heaven and man, and the possibility of never being able to see his family again.

Of course, he is not worried because he has a family. He has also completed many difficult and dangerous cases some time ago, but they are far less than this one.

He was afraid after seeing the corpse.

The accurate intuition that had helped him solve various mysteries countless times was now warning him, warning him not to move forward or try to pry into even a little bit of the truth.

As long as he takes a step forward, only deep silence awaits him, and his entire rational world will fall apart.

But he couldn't do it. The city needed him, Aaron needed him, and the people needed him.

Their accusation is that children can sleep peacefully at night and adults can walk freely on the streets without fear of a murderous maniac appearing from nowhere.

Elwood walked out of the murder scene, threw his last cigarette into the trash can, and regained his composure.

Less than ten meters behind him, there were two life forms walking in the guarded area as if there was no one around.

The crime scene where people come and go should deny any visitors, but some people hold universal passes.

Skid White almost vomited out yesterday's dinner, and looked as bad as if he had just eaten a pile of rotten meat infested with maggots.

"Xiao Hei, why did you bring me here?"

The stickman chuckled:

"You can't stand this, right? Didn't you make things worse by asking me to dispose of his body? Didn't I execute your request perfectly?"

Yes, it was Skyde who killed Abbas with his own hands, and it was he who asked the stickman to perform such a blasphemous act, but he never guessed that this sight made him stand there and tremble.

Because we understand evil, we can feel it more than others.

"Isn't this too much? It will attract unnecessary attention."

The stickman pretended to be disappointed and sighed:

"Why are you scared? This corpse is just a little joke. I thought you were more talented."

How could Skyd White not hear that this was the stickman's ruthless ridicule and sarcasm, a punishment for his daring to make a request to the stickman?

But he just said in an almost humble tone:

"How could I be afraid? I just want to avoid meaningless trouble."

The stickman nodded with satisfaction. Of course, it just wanted to appreciate Sgaide's expression that wandered back and forth between joy and pain.

For the first time in his life, Skyd White felt guilty and grieved for the world.

He already regretted releasing this devil. He thought the stickman was just like the other devils his family had dealt with.

Evil, greedy, and tyrannical, but he is just a member of a race that is more prone to evil individuals than humans, and whose social culture advocates violence.

But the stick figure is different. Its evil cannot be compared to organic life forms, cannot be imagined by the jelly-shaped brain of humanoid creatures, and cannot be understood by residents of the four-dimensional space.

It was not worth it, whether it was for the wishes of his family, the wishes of his ancestors, or even for his own wishes, it was not worth releasing such a monster.

If there is a throne in hell, it will definitely leave an empty seat for the stickman. Even if he disdains it, the demons will build a chair and repair it forever.

But there is no turning back, Skyd White, think about your future. The devil has been freed anyway, so why not reap as many benefits as possible.
Chapter completed!