People are in Marvel, and the system is working as a worker

"How to deal with it..." Chief Poirot said, "The police are only responsible for arresting people, the prosecutor is responsible for prosecuting, and the judge is responsible for judging."

After a pause, Chief Poirot said: "The police can only do things within the framework of the law. All I can do is send someone to keep an eye on the restaurant."

"Nancy, don't mess around. They are not ordinary criminals." Sergeant Poirot stared at Nancy seriously. "Your father cannot bear to lose his daughter after losing his wife."

"That drunkard!" Nancy curled her lips angrily.

"Chief Poirot is a good man." Geralt sighed after leaving the police station.

"Yeah." Nancy agreed with this point, "It's just too old-fashioned. It's a shame."

Seeing Geralt frowning slightly, Nancy asked, "Is it troublesome?"

Geralt shook his head and said, "Trouble is out of the question."

If the Mayan gang troubles Geralt, then everything will be easy.The problem is, the people they're looking for trouble are George and the Claw restaurant, so Geralt can't just beat them up for a moment of pleasure.

God only knows what the stimulated speedsters will do.If George is irreparably harmed, what if the entire Mayan gang is sent to hell?

Geralt said: "I'd better look for that one first..."

"Terry," Nancy said.

"Yes, Terry, let's talk about it," Geralt said. "I feel like they didn't really cause this to sell drugs in the restaurant."

After getting Terry's address from Nancy, Geralt sent Nancy home before returning home.

"Master, welcome home." Rebecca jumped out to greet her.

"A glass of hot milk," Geralt said.

"Ok."

Then Geralt went upstairs to take a shower as usual.

"The Book of Proverbs."

Summon the ancient parchment book and turn to page [7].

A chameleon-like shapeshifter appears on the page.

[Name: Tiata Oak

Race: Shapeshifter (mutated)

Skills: Perfect simulation, obtaining the short-term memory of the simulated object

Revolving Lantern: Not watched.

Status: dead]

"Watch," Geralt said.

A cloud of mist hit him, and Geralt entered Tiata Oak's memory carousel.

Shapeshifters are strange creatures that have the concept of family, but couples do not live together. They each transform into a certain human appearance and play their own roles.

Baby changelings are raised uniformly by the group. They are smaller than hamsters when they are born, so the size of female changelings will hardly change from pregnancy to unloading.In one year, the shapeshifting child will grow to the height and weight of a seven or eight-year-old human.

At this time, it's time for the shapeshifter to live independently.

Why do shapeshifters insist on living like humans?

emotion.

Love, hate, greed, anger, and ignorance... human emotions are indispensable food for shapeshifters. The stronger they are, the more delicious they are.

Tiata is a special shapeshifter, and his food is the only one——

suspicion!

And not limited to humans.

So wherever Tiata goes, there is always conflict and contradiction.

Gradually, Tiata no longer transforms for the purpose of eating, but plays with humans.

It thinks it is a god!

More than a month ago, Tiata came to Fairy Tale Town and met Thompson who was hanging from the southeast branch in the forest.

It became what Thompson looked like.

It told Thompson that it was one of the incarnations of the spirit that traveled around the world.

Thompson knelt before Tiata and burst into tears.

Talk about his depression.

It turns out that Thompson did not come to Fairy Tale Town voluntarily, but was ostracized.His character is more cowardly than gentle.

When he heard that his ex-wife had remarried and that he was not allowed to visit his son again, Thompson came to the forest by accident and put his neck in the noose.

Thompson felt that this was God's mercy.

Tiata was stunned, probably because she didn't expect that someone would believe it so casually.

Perhaps Thompson actually doesn’t want to die in his heart. In order to survive, God must exist.

Tiata told Thompson that Fairy Tale Town appears peaceful and peaceful on the surface, but in fact has weak faith and has been targeted by the devil and is about to fall into the abyss.

Thompson was terrified and prayed to God for help.

It tells Thompson that only by destroying the most beautiful things in Fairytale Town will people who are addicted to the illusory tranquility wake up.

Somehow, a little girl appeared in Thompson's mind.

——The angelic Shirley Mitchell.

Next, the real Thompson went to Phoenix to attend a conference and deliberately appeared on camera multiple times to give academic lectures in full view of the public.

At the same time, Tiata used Thompson's appearance to abduct and brutally kill Shirley, and dumped her body under the banyan tree.

The town was divided into two factions.

In Tiata's script, Thompson would die at the gunpoint of Mitchell's family on the day he was released.By then, the theme of the script will be sublimated.

Geralt's appearance was not in the script, and it was this accident that killed Tiata.

After exiting Tiata's memory carousel, Geralt wiped away the water stains and put on dry clothes.

Go downstairs.

Drink warm milk and watch TV series with Cerberus.

"Going out again?"

At almost twelve o'clock in the evening, Cerberus saw Geralt changing his shoes.

"Well, something happened." Geralt nodded.

"No equipment needed?"

"It's not a supernatural thing." Geralt explained.

Hearing that it was not a supernatural matter, Cerberus turned his head and continued to stare at the TV screen with a crazy smile on his face.

On the screen, three beautiful girls sang and danced.

Yes, Cerberus was after an idol.

A demon?

Geralt didn't drive, the road was deserted, and the dim streetlight stood alone on the roadside.

No pedestrians, no cars.

Terry's house is an old house in the north corner of Black Pine Town.My father was a lumberjack in his early years. With the decline of the once prosperous lumber camp, many people also suffered.

Alcoholism...domestic violence...wife running away...more serious alcoholism - so, unhappy families are actually similar.

But instead of living at home, Terry lives in an RV in Southside Park.

Geralt entered the RV effortlessly.

Terry leaned on the sofa and snored like a toad.The TV was on and old movies were playing.

There was an overturned wine bottle at his feet, and a pool of wine flowed out.

The smell of alcohol filled the small RV.

It's strange, isn't it? He was obviously deeply poisoned by alcohol, and logically he should hate alcoholism, but Terry, like his father, became an alcoholic.

A young alcoholic.

According to surveys, children who grow up in domestic violence families are more likely to become domestic violence perpetrators than those in ordinary families.

He was clearly a victim, but he became a perpetrator.

That's how weird humans are.

A basin of cold water was poured over Terry's head.Terry woke up dancing.

“I@￥%*&……”

Angry and foul-mouthed - Terry's reaction was normal.He was still drunk.

"Terry." A calm voice.

Only then did Terry notice that there was someone else in the house.

If there was no one, who would throw the water? !

Terry suddenly sobered up and sat upright, holding the armrests with both hands, making him appear more... solemn.

It's not that Terry is polite, but most people are more restrained and cautious when faced with a black hole of gunfire.

Terry recognized the gun.That was his gun. When he came back today, he seemed to have put it in the drawer with the magazine full.

He also recognized the man with the gun.

Geralt.

Terry had seen Geralt a lot, either face to face or seeing him from a distance.

So Terry hated Geralt, very much.

Some people make noise like clowns, but no one pays attention.

Someone stood quietly, still paying attention.

What's more, he and Geralt had a small conflict in the barn.

"It's you! Geralt, what do you want to do? This is my RV. You are committing a crime." Terry tried to calm down.

"Pfft!"

During the interrogation, Geralt was quite serious, unless he couldn't help it.

crime?

How ridiculous to say such a thing from Terry's mouth.

Geralt stopped smiling and said, "Terry, you should know why I'm here. There are other people coming to visit tonight, so don't waste my time by pretending to be stupid."

"I'm asking." Geralt's tone was calm, but with no room for comment. "You answer."

Terry was silent for a moment and said, "I am from the Maya Gang."

"I know," Geralt said.

"No, you don't know. You have no idea what the Maya Gang represents." Terry said with a hint of impatience in his tone.

"What does it represent? No matter what the Mayan gang represents, I know they can't save you. Guess, if you die here, how long will it take for your body to be found?" Geralt said.

Terry was silent.If he died in the RV, he would probably not be discovered until the body smelled bad and was smelled by homeless people nearby.And homeless people don't call the police, they just remove every valuable or worthless thing.

"Okay, without further ado, the first question: Was it your idea to sell medicine at the Claw Restaurant, or was it the Mayan Gang? Don't lie, I can tell."

"Jeffrey." Terry said a name.

It was learned from Terry that there were two founders of the Maya Gang: Grandmaster Darnell Tunok and Felipe Reyes.

Darnell died in a gunfight.

Felipe became the patriarch. ,

Jeffrey is Darnell's son and Felipe's stepson.

Feipei is so lucky.When the eldest brother dies, both career and family will have a good harvest.

Geralt asked some more information about the Mayan gang.Terry was just a peripheral errand boy and didn't know much information, but for Geralt, it was enough.He is not a police officer and does not need to give evidence in court.

"By the way, last question, you hit George with which hand?"

"Uh." Terry's face turned ugly.

Slowly he stretched out his right hand.

Geralt found a magazine from under the table. The girl on the cover might have a skin allergy, but she wasn't wearing any clothes.

Roll it into a circle, hand it to Terry, and say, "Bite it, grit your teeth."

Terry showed a fearful expression, "No, no, I was wrong, I was wrong."

Geralt shot Terry into the palm of his hand.

boom!

"I forgive you." Geralt said, "I hope the Mayan gang is as easy to talk to as me..."

Terry bit the magazine and made a whining sound, with tears and runny nose running down his face.

After a while, Terry came to his senses.He pulled out a box from under the bed, which contained disinfectant and gauze.

Fortunately, the bullet went right through the palm of my hand.

Terry gritted his teeth and briefly treated the wound, packed his things and prepared to run away.

If someone knew that he betrayed the Mayan gang, those people would never be as "easy to talk to" as Geralt.

Very serious consequences.

But does Terry have a choice?

He is a medicine seller and is good at observing people's emotions.It could be seen that Geralt's hand holding the gun was steady and his eyes were calm.

Veteran, ruthless person - this is Terry's judgment.

Terry didn't think he was a hero, so after being handed out on a tray and tortured, Terry wholeheartedly chose the former.

Little people have their own way of survival.While Terry was running away, Geralt came to the Mayan gang.

The Mayan gang is not a local, so they rented a large warehouse as a base.

In front of the warehouse is a parking shed with a row of cool motorcycles parked.

There are various discarded parts lying outside.

It definitely has the look of a motorcycle club.

For Geralt, sneaking into such a warehouse was no more difficult than sneaking into Terry's broken-down RV.

It didn't take long.

Geralt found Philippe's room.He and his wife sleep in the same room.

Geralt pressed Felipe's wife's neck, and she tilted her head and fell asleep as if dead.

Turn on the bedside lamp.

Geralt sat on the chair, waiting quietly for Felipe to wake up.

Many people have had such an experience: you are sleeping, someone comes into your room, stands next to your bed, and you feel something.

Felipe is a vigilant and cautious criminal who is extremely insecure and sleeps more restlessly than the average person.

Felipe opened his eyes.

"Forgot to turn off the light?" he thought to himself, and caught a glimpse of a person sitting on a chair.

The wattage of the bedside lamp was low, and coupled with his aging eyesight, Feilipei couldn't see the person's face clearly.

Felipe didn't do anything drastic.

He slowly stood up and half sat on the bed.

"Hello, Mr. Reyes," the man said.

The young voice... Feilipei thought about it and muttered:

"Young man, it's not polite to break into someone's room in the middle of the night."

"Oh, I'm really sorry about that," Geralt said, "but I'm an impatient person and don't want to leave things overnight."

"If a gun under your pillow makes you feel safe, I don't mind if you take it out," Geralt said.

On the surface, Lili Peiyi stiffened as if nothing had happened, but actually put his hand under the pillow quietly.

Geralt sighed: "You guys are a bit like us in this regard. You don't know where the enemy will come from, so you have to sleep with your weapon in your arms."

There is nothing wrong with this. The Winchesters themselves are weapons.

Felipei glanced at his wife beside him. If it was normal, his wife would have woken up long ago.

Geralt said: "I'm sorry, just to make the conversation smoother, let your wife sleep more soundly. She'll be fine."

Of course Feipei was angry and powerless in his heart.This is not the first time that someone has had his life in his hands, but no matter how many times he has experienced it, it is difficult to adapt to this situation.

"Who are you?" Felipe asked in a deep voice, "What do you want?"

He is still alive, proving that there is value in living.

Indicate that the other party wants to talk.

"Geralt Winchester." Geralt said his name.

This surprised Felipei. It seemed that the other party was not afraid that he would know his identity.

A local snake or an enemy?

Winchester... Felipe had no impression at all.

"The Claw Restaurant," Geralt prompted.

Felipei suddenly realized.

Felipei knew this.It's just that this kind of trivial matter seemed insignificant to him, so he let it go and left it to the people below.