"Sheriff, we will take over the case here. There are special people among the deceased. We will conduct follow-up investigation!"

Yake stood at the factory gate to show the judge's ID to the sheriff.

"No problem, this matter should be left to you."

The police department and the Judgment Department have always cooperated, and most of the sheriffs are believers of the Justice Church, even if they only express their opinions on their words.

At least this symbolizes the harmony of the relationship between the two parties.

Some people are willing to help deal with special and difficult cases and help the police station share the pressure. The most important thing is that they do not take credit for credit, and all credit is to the police station.

For such a good thing, who would be a fool if he loses his temper for this?

"Where is my team member?"

Speaking of this, Yako was having another headache. He shouldn't have promised Reus to give him a badge.

Yes, although Sherlock is not a judge, he actually has a judge's emblem in his hand. This is a good thing, but it is only for the real judge.

They recognized it when they were brought to the sheriff.

Because of this, he was having dinner when he suddenly received a call from the church saying that something happened to his members...

"Hey, Brother Yake!"

The two met on a bench outside the factory. Sherlock had just bandaged her. The injury she had suffered was not particularly serious, but the penetration of her right arm needed special attention.

"Injured? Who did it!"

Although he had thought about scolding him on the road, Yako still couldn't hold back when he saw Sherlock sitting in a daze on the chair.

"A strange disciple, a guy who can breathe, doesn't know what his talent is..."

"What, are you fighting the stranger? Xia Tiya Swift! If you want me to die, just say it. Now you shoot me. Otherwise, when your sister comes back and sees you like this, I will be tortured to death by her. No... Where is the stranger who beat you like this? I want to catch him and break his legs. Maybe I can share some of it for me at that time."

"Didn't you say you are not allowed to call me this name? My name is Sherlock Swift now! That strange man is dead and lying inside. How about it, is it amazing?"

Shayya Swift, another name for Sherlock.

Real name.

"You killed?"

Yako sat down next to Sherlock and asked softly.

"That's right!"

"I can't. I know your ability. With that gun, there may be a chance of winning 1-on-1. I'm not blind. There's only a corpse in the factory? With 1-to-6, in the end, my clothes were cut apart, and my right arm was drilled. Are you a hidden monster? Can you turn into a wolf or a lizard?"

Can he, a captain of the judge who has 5 years of work experience, still be misleading?

"How do you know I can't change..."

"Shut up, if you can change, Reus will be the first to do you. I will settle the factory affairs for you. According to your words, Mr. Griffin is a nobleman, the deceased are the ones who will murder him, and the leader is a stranger. According to the rules, your counterattack is legal... Let your friends be more ruling. If you commit a crime, there will be no preferential treatment. There is another thing I must warn you to stay away from the girl's disappearance case. That is not something you can contact!"

The alien disciple was killed when he attacked an ordinary person. According to the law, there would be no responsibility for the killer of the alien disciple. Yako also knew in his heart that someone must be helping Sherlock, and all this is easy to say.

The other party saved his friend's life, so he wouldn't have to make trouble for someone.

What Yako just heard Joser Griffin talk about at the factory gate was what he was most worried about.

"What a strange disciple did?"

"More than one, a group of bed bugs that have been hidden underground for unknown long. In order to ensure the stability of Puston City, members of the external transfer have been rushing back recently. By the way, Reus is already... already on the road, and will be here in a few days. Hey, with her here, I see how you make trouble."

Perhaps because she was worried that Sherlock would break in, Yake chose to reveal some information.

As soon as he thought that the person who could control the guy around him finally returned, Yake breathed a sigh of relief, and then began to worry about how he would face that guy next.

"Don't worry, I'm not a ungrateful person, today is just an accident... It's a surprise. The commission I received was originally a photo. Who knew that someone had robbed Mr. Griffin halfway, and if he caught it, he would throw it into the meat grinder. He couldn't watch him die."

"Next time I encounter this situation, call the police honestly or call me. It's too late. Even if you watch the other party die, don't rush out rashly. Think about it yourself, if no one helps today, who is lying on the ground in the factory now?"

It is certainly a commendable courage to face evil and dare to resist, but if the resistance fails, the consequences will not be so easy to bear.

"Will you save it?"

Sherlock asked back.

"Am I the same as you? As a judge, now a terrifying beast fell in the city of Puston. I have to rush to the front line, but you are different... professional things are left to professionals, otherwise what do we need to do?"

The city of Puston is the parish of the Church of Justice, and they are the judges, and they are guarded here.

"Sooner or later, I will become a judge."

Sherlock stared at the street lights beside him, flying insects lingering, and the lights remained unsheathed.

"Then live well before that day comes. Go back. I will handle the matter here later and let someone send you injury medicine. The effect is very good. Let's experience it yourself."

Rolling up his sleeves, his entire right arm was wrapped in a bandage, and when he pulled his clothes up, he seemed to have rubbed somewhere, grinning.

Before, she was covered by loose coats or long-sleeved shirts, and there was no expression on Yake's face. Now it seems that it is not good yet.

"Can someone hurt you to this extent?"

Sherlock was not very clear about the strength of the man in front of him, but he knew that in Puston, Yako's name was more effective than the law in some places.

"Why didn't you? I was injured two months ago. This is still the state of being useless to use all your strength. Have you ever seen a vortex of flame that melts steel? I was in the center at that time."

The orange-red fire that soars into the sky is still common in my dreams. I put down my clothes to cover the scars and continued:

"Now I know why Reus is out and I am staying in Puston to deal with guys like the mouse catcher? I know you want to be an apostle, and I have to admit that you do have this talent, but I have to remind you that the world is far more terrifying than you think..."

On the way home, Sherlock recalled Yako's last look in his mind.
Chapter completed!