Mystery: The Stars Returner

Hastur tiptoed to the door and squatted down, listening to the movement outside the door.

Tonight's visitor obviously knew the layout of the house very well. He did not stop on the first floor and quickly went up to the second floor.

He vaguely heard the footsteps of three people when he reached the second floor. The footsteps split into two directions. One footsteps went up the stairs to the third floor, and the other two footsteps cautiously walked toward the bedroom next door.

Fortunately, there were only three people, not too many. If we could sneak attack one and knock down another, we could probably capture the remaining person on the third floor.

I am afraid that the people who come tonight may be extraordinary, although this possibility is very low.

Hastur lowered his breathing, tried to stay calm, clenched the boning knife in his hand, and waited for the moment the other party pushed the door open and entered.

"He's not in this bedroom!" An angry voice came from next door.

"Isn't he in the house tonight?"

"It's impossible. Our people have been keeping an eye on this place. We can be sure that he will be there tonight. Maybe he changed his room to sleep in another room tonight!"

"Search every room carefully, we must find him!"

At this moment, the two people in the next room walked out of the bedroom and were about to come to the study to investigate. Suddenly, there was a sound of neat footsteps outside the house, and at the same time there was a loud shout, to the effect that the thief in the house was told to take off his underwear, and then use his hands Hold it up to your head, step out and surrender.

Officers from the Western District Police Division arrived in teams.

Armed with kerosene lamps and pistols, they also entered the first floor of the house through the broken glass window.

"Damn it, how could these stupid pigs who only know how to lie in the police station and collect their wages come so fast?"

"Don't worry about how they got here, just run away now!"

The two people who were already standing at the door of the study discussed it and walked back to the bedroom they just came out of, smashed the window and jumped out.

"My window!"

Hasta, who had already relaxed a lot, gritted his teeth angrily. Installing a whole stained glass window would cost a lot of money.

He didn't think tonight's intruder could come up with such a sum of money.

We absolutely cannot let them run away like this!

He knew that with the height of the second floor and the buffer of the lawn, it would be difficult for the two intruders to fall to death or become disabled.

"You will definitely break both legs if you jump off the building here!"

Hastur used his spiritual power to try to formulate a new temporary rule for this place.

As for whether it would be useful, he didn't have much confidence.

This is just a simple try.

……

Reed is a sergeant at the West District Police Station. He has been in this position for ten years. He is usually responsible for some security cases in the West District. He basically solves fights and petty thefts.

Every day seems very busy, but in fact it is very relaxed. There are very few homicide cases. He only needs to stay in the police station and wait for the church bell to ring at five o'clock in the afternoon, so that he can go home from get off work.

Occasionally, for some important cases, he would be notified to work the night shift overnight.

Generally speaking, this is a relatively leisurely job that is revered and respected by many people. The salary is also very good. One week does not include extra overtime, and you can get a salary of 2 pounds and 5 soles after tax, not counting one month. Overtime work can earn you almost 10 pounds, or 120 pounds a year. Although it is not as good as those of bank managers and solicitors, it is far better than those workers working in factories.

Tonight, he had been resting at home, but the police station said that he needed to work overtime in the evening. He was also willing to work overtime when there was nothing important to deal with. After all, overtime was another salary.

When he came to the police station to work overtime, Inspector John repeatedly told him to protect Baron Campbell tonight.

If he is harmed by gangsters, not only will he be punished, but his bonus for a year will also be deducted.

Hearing this, he immediately became serious and even put out the cigarette on hand. He immediately found five veteran police officers and rushed to the house where Baron Campbell lived.

The wind at night wasn't too cold, but it still made people shrink their necks and tighten their coats. After all, it was only March.

Around 11:30, the dim lights in the target's bedroom on the second floor went out, making the surrounding streets even darker.

Logically speaking, for this kind of job of protecting people, they should follow the target, but who told them to observe and protect in secret.

They are nobles, and I am just a small police chief, so naturally I have to listen to them.

Reed's upper body was leaning against the wall of the alley at the corner, his right knee was arched, and the soles of his feet were stepping on the wall. He lowered his head slightly and skillfully pulled out a cigarette, lit it and took a few puffs, closed his eyes, and blew out a circle of smoke. Quietly wait for time to pass.

It was not until about two o'clock in the night that the police informed him that three people had secretly broken the glass window and sneaked into the house of Baron Campbell.

Reed took two puffs on his half-smoked cigarette, coughed, and walked out and gestured for four nearby police officers to go in and arrest the person.

He and another elderly police officer were guarding outside the big house to prevent the three gangsters from escaping.

Before he even needed to shoot, two figures jumped out of the second floor window.

The first person was obviously more experienced. The moment he was about to land, he held his head tightly and rolled forward. After rolling for a certain distance, he immediately got up and started running wildly in one direction.

The second person who jumped down was more miserable. Maybe his posture when he jumped was wrong. As soon as he landed, he let out a miserable cry and both his legs were broken!

The man had no choice but to lie down on the lawn, holding his knees with his hands and rolling back and forth, wailing in pain.

Reed asked another police officer to arrest the person, while he took out his pistol and chased the first person who jumped down.

After chasing for more than ten meters, the lucky guy who jumped off the building and ran away suddenly let out a scream. His legs seemed to have been hit by something, and they softened instantly. He lay forward in an awkward posture.

"Tsk, what an unlucky guy."

Reed walked forward with a smile, holding the gun against the unfortunate guy's head in his right hand, holding the cigarette between the fingers of his left hand, taking another long puff, blowing out a large puff of smoke rings, and said slowly: "You are under arrest."

Not long after, four other police officers also arrested the third gangster, and tonight's work ended successfully.

Reed asked four police officers to take the three gangsters back to the police station to await trial and verdict.

He knocked on the door of the house. Even though he came, he still had to go through the necessary procedures.

After waiting for about five minutes, the door was opened from the inside. The person who opened the door was a young man with slightly curly blond hair.

Is this Baron Campbell?

He was a baron at such a young age, what a good life he had.

Reed suppressed the envy in his heart and said: "Baron Campbell, I am the police chief responsible for protecting you tonight. You can just call me Reed."

"Chief Reed, thank you for protecting me tonight. Without you, I might have been in danger."

Reed smiled and said: "I want to thank you for allowing us to get a big credit for nothing."

Hastur also laughed, turned sideways, and invited Chief Reed to come in for a chat.

In the large living room, two gorgeous ceiling lamps have been turned on, and the bright light is far beyond the comparison of kerosene lamps.

Hastur made a cup of Marquis black tea for Reed, and Reed took a sip, feeling the aroma of the tea wafting in his mouth, even the smell of the cigarette had been neutralized.

Reed spoke first: "To take up your precious rest time, I hope you can explain this matter in more detail so that I can write a dossier when I go back."

"It starts with a fraudster named Andrew Wilson..."

Hastur didn't hide anything and told all the reasons why everything happened and how he accidentally saw someone staring at him today and wrote a letter to the police station and Gray Lint.

Reed nodded repeatedly and carefully extracted the key information in the words.

After listening for about ten minutes, Reid already understood the whole process of the matter, so he stood up and left without staying any longer.

As for Hastur, he can continue to have a good sleep without going to the police station to take a statement, because he is a noble.

After sending Sheriff Reed away, Hastur closed the door, turned off the lights and went up to the second floor. He came to his original bedroom, looked at the smashed stained glass window and sighed.

Just now, he also asked Chief Reed to see if he could let the three gangsters tonight compensate him for the corresponding losses.

Reed said that it should be possible, and asked him not to have high expectations. Money-grubbing gangsters usually cannot afford to compensate a noble for his losses.

In other words, Hastur has to consider himself unlucky.

Of course, if Andrew is successfully caught and he has money, the police station will give priority to compensating for losses.

While Hasta understood this, he was really distressed because there were two stained glass windows that were broken.

He did not take the opportunity to ask the two gangsters who jumped from the building whether their legs were broken. This was too rash and too obvious.

He only needed to find Gray Lint to inquire about the specific situation in the police station, and then he would know whether the temporary rules he made tonight were effective.

According to the promotion direction of the Black Emperor pathway, one should have to reach the Sequence 7 Bribery level to have the extraordinary ability to formulate and bend rules.

But there is a chain of order hidden in the spine of his back, and he may be able to display his extraordinary ability to formulate rules in advance.

Hastur thought for a moment, then put away his thoughts and glanced at the time. It was already past three o'clock in the night.

In order to stay awake tonight, he didn't dare to really sleep. Now that he was busy with things, he felt a little tired.

He walked forward, picked up the quilt on the bed, and headed to a guest room on the right.

When he arrived at the guest room, he briefly ventilated it to let the stagnant air flow. After about ten minutes, Hasta changed the quilt in the guest room.

After everything was packed up, he lay on the quilt, fell asleep, and came to the Hall of Stars.

The things for tonight are indeed almost done, but there is still one thing left to do.

After driving the chain of order and whipping the djinn hard, Hastur left the Hall of Stars with satisfaction.