Mystery: The Stars Returner

At the West District Police Station, Reed smoked a cigarette and walked briskly into the police station.

As soon as I stepped into the door of the police station, I heard the shouts of the three gangsters tonight, and at the same time, there was the sound of whips.

A gang broke into a baron's house late at night with a murder weapon. Not only did they steal money, but they also had a plan to murder the baron. Such a crime was enough to send them to the gallows.

The whipping is just to let them understand a truth in advance. In Loen, the nobles are a group that cannot be easily offended.

"Thank you for your hard work tonight. You did a great job."

Inspector John smiled and walked over and patted Reed on the shoulder. He also stayed at the police station to work overtime tonight just for this matter.

A baron plus a well-established viscount would need to pay more attention to a small case, especially a large case involving the attempted murder of a baron.

Reed smiled and said: "I have better luck tonight."

"Goddess above, may luck be with you always."

Reed also drew a crimson moon on his chest and said: "The benevolent goddess will definitely protect every devout believer in her."

After chatting for a while, Reed went to the interrogation room where the three gangsters were detained. He still needed to put the final touches on the case and compile tonight's case into a file.

The first gangster who jumped off the building huddled in the corner, hugging his knees and saying in fear: "Evil spirit! It's an evil spirit! An evil spirit just attacked me!"

"What evil spirit?"

Reed became more interested and lit another cigarette. He raised his feet and crossed them on the table with a lazy posture.

"The evil spirit is the evil spirit! It must have been the evil spirit that broke my legs! Otherwise I could have run away!"

"Oh, that must be the goddess' punishment for you people." Reed chuckled, disapprovingly.

The man didn't say anything else. After all, he was afraid that the abnormality that would happen to him tonight was really a punishment from the goddess of the night.

"I also feel the power of that evil spirit!" Another man who jumped from a building and suffered a fracture also said in a panic.

Reed raised his right foot, knocked on the table, blew out a smoke ring and said: "Even if there is an evil spirit, with the crimes you committed tonight, you will just go to hell to be with it."

A police officer on the side waved his whip and said: "Cooperate with our work honestly, so that you can suffer less and we can finish work early and go home to rest."

Soon, the three gangsters confessed to the crimes they committed tonight, and admitted that they were ordered by Andrew, and revealed that Andrew's current hiding place was in a bar in the Backlund Bridge area.

"Very well, you can have a nice night now, although there is only an hour left before dawn."

The police officer hung the whip in his hand on the wall. The tip of the black whip was still mixed with a small piece of flesh and blood was dripping from it.

"I'll take a look at the compiled files."

Reed asked one of his police officers to sort out the file. He took it and read it twice. When he found that there were no flaws, he asked the police officer to file the file.

"It's time for a cup of coffee to cheer me up."

Reed put out his cigarette, put away his legs, stood up and left the interrogation room, went to Inspector John's office, and poured himself a cup of coffee from the Southern Continent.

Then he sat comfortably on the sofa and waited for other police officers to come to take over in the early morning.

At eight o'clock, Reed opened his sleepy eyes, stood up, stretched, and left the police station.

On his way home, he happened to pass by Baron Campbell's house again. When he reached the location where he captured the escaped gangster last night, he was startled.

The terrain here is open and there are no obstacles around it. So why did the man suddenly break both legs last night?

He vaguely remembered that the man's leg fractures were complete and pulverizing. Only a heavy blow with a blunt instrument could cause that kind of fracture!

A wandering evil spirit?

Reed felt a chill in his heart and couldn't help but glance around. The sun was shining brightly and everything was just right. He breathed out gently, stretched out his hand and tapped his chest four times to draw a crimson moon.

"Praise the goddess."

……

"Why didn't someone come and notify me when such a big thing happened?"

"Don't you recognize me as your friend?"

"Or do you think I will alienate your good friend because of the decline of your Campbell family?"

In the living room, on the sofa, Hastur looked at the young man with black hair and blue eyes sitting opposite him with an embarrassed look.

Greg Negan was the original owner's best friend. The two had been playmates since childhood. They were as close as brothers during their school days. It wasn't until the original owner left Queens and moved to the West End that the two gradually stopped interacting with each other.

When he was short of money before, Hastur also thought of this friend, but never thought of asking him for help. Instead, he would rather find Gray Lint, who had a relatively ordinary relationship.

This includes the original owner's subconscious desire not to trouble this good friend, and also Hastur's desire not to have easy contact with this good friend for the time being.

After all, they are best friends. They get along all year round, and it is easy to find abnormalities between them.

"I'm very angry now, Hastur, shouldn't you give me an explanation?"

"In your eyes, do you think I, Greg Negan, am a friend not worth keeping?"

"Or do you think that guy Gray Lint is more suitable to be your friend than me?"

The more Greg talked, the angrier he became. If someone hadn't told him, he wouldn't have known that there were gangsters who wanted to kill his good friend last night!

"Drink some tea first to relieve your anger."

Hastur handed him a cup of Marquis black tea, and then said in a gentle tone: "Grek, no one is more suitable to be my friend than you. I have always been proud that we are friends."

"Humph!"

Greco's stern expression softened, and he took a sip of Marquis black tea, waiting for what Hastur would say next.

"You know, I have always hoped that I can become a qualified nobleman who can handle all affairs alone, just like you, who can help the family take care of all aspects of affairs at a young age."

"The reason why I sought Graylint's temporary help is simply because I don't want our friendship to be eroded by money. You don't want me to lose the little pride I have left because of this, right?"

"Grek, the friendship between you and me will not change because of this incident. Will you resent my friend because I don't seek your help?"

In just three sentences, most of Greg's anger had dissipated, especially the last rhetorical question, which almost made him wonder if he was the one who was not so firm in their friendship?

The friendship between the two of them has long been in need of proof.

Thinking of this, Greco apologized slightly: "Hasta, I didn't consider your mood."

Hastur waved his hand and said generously: "It doesn't matter, we are best friends."

"Yes, we are best friends!"

Grek laughed, and Hastur smiled too.

Although Greco's visit made him a little overwhelmed, fortunately, as a lawyer, he did have a strong ability to persuade others.

After this matter was over, Greco asked Hastur about his current life. He could only try to pick some good aspects to talk about.

For example, I was studying the law seriously and was praised by Professor Wayne. I went to the court to learn how the law demonstrates its justice...

Greco frowned after listening for a while and said: "It is naturally a good thing to study the law and understand the national conditions, but you don't really want to be a lawyer, do you?"

"I have this idea." Hasta did not hide it.

"Hasta, it's not good for you to be like this. You are a noble, and you will definitely not be limited to the status of baron in the future. You should have a broader future."

"Greck, I am more determined than you think when it comes to restoring the glory of the Campbell family. Becoming a lawyer does not mean that I will leave my aristocratic status. It is just a little hobby of mine."

Greco's expression softened again and he asked tentatively: "Do you need me to help you prepare a law firm in Queens?"

He originally wanted to send him to a law firm directly, but he changed his mind because he was afraid that Hasta would think that his actions were insulting the friendship between the two.

Hasta shook his head and said: "Queens is not a suitable place to open a law firm. I prefer Hillston District, where the business is the most prosperous and where lawyers are more needed."

"No problem, let me solve this matter for you. Don't be polite to me anymore."

Grek decided on the matter directly and did not allow Hastur to refuse.

He has already planned that when Hasta opens a law firm in Hillston, he will help with a large business deal.

Based on their family's business investment in the Hillston area, Hasta would probably need to hire several more barristers if he wanted to take over this part of the business.

"Ok."

Hastur sighed and did not refuse Grek's kindness.

In fact, he really wanted to try to restore the Campbell family to its former glory through his own efforts, rather than relying on the convenient channels brought by his friends.

There was no way around it, it was really normal for nobles to help each other, especially since his good friend had a really powerful family background.

Greg Negan, his father is Duke Negan, the leader of the Conservative Party, the largest landed aristocrat besides the king, and the brother of the current prime minister.

His words can really save someone from struggling for ten years, or even a lifetime.

Alas, this feeling of being taken care of by others really makes people want to work harder the more they think about it.

"Hasta, there is one more thing I need to remind you.

Although Mrs. Gemani is good, you are still young and not married yet, so you should be careful. "

"??!"

Three big question marks flashed across Hastur's forehead.

No, I only talked to Mrs. Gemani once!

During this time, when I went to the court to hear the trial in the afternoon, I tried to avoid her as much as possible, and the only reply I received clearly stated my attitude.

But now listening to the tone of Greco's words, it seems that he has some improper relationship with Mrs. Germani?

How can this prove someone's innocence out of thin air?