Chapter 7: It doesn't matter

"Look! Another one!" Detective Coulson raised his head from the table full of scattered documents and waved the documents in his hand. "Train xx, city to Patton! I know this clue is useful!"
James also looked up from the file, and retrieving the file in a closed environment for a long time made his eyes bloody. August 1st? Chinese §? Wen Wang W-W, W,. `81Zw. com
Retrieving the list of outsiders is not an easy task. The only thing the station can provide is the ticket collection information recovered from the passengers. The document number, train number, and destination are the limits that these things can provide. The two detectives need to extract these ID numbers, remove the Patton locals, and finally compare with the identity of the witnesses yesterday to find the overlapping parts.
Fortunately, this is not the first time James has done this kind of thing. When he first came to Barton, he did it, in order to find out the underlying aliens because of rumors. At that time, James didn't have a helper, and his actions needed to be hidden. That was his private work.
I have done it once recently. When Coulson thought that the fire was a revenge from outsiders against Button, they also came to retrieve these materials. Before Coulson decided to come, it was natural to compare the outsider information compiled before, and he had nothing to gain before deciding to come here again.
Even if you have some experience in the practice, James, the middle-aged Coulson, who has higher physical strength and attention, James's speed is faster. He threw the information in his hands to his partner, "I'll go out."
"Uh." Coulson glanced at the papers James had compiled, and apart from the bad writing, there were more than him. "Where are you going?"
"Outside." James explained much lazily that he and Coulson had a division of labor. Now that James's part is done, he should take a break.
Well, it's not a real rest, James has his own selfishness to take care of. Walking out of the room specially arranged by the station staff to work for the detective, James walked to the staff's lounge.
Perhaps you should not be surprised that the staff at these Becky train stations knew James. Seeing that James had something to ask, he smiled helplessly.
"Excuse me, these days I saw a woman who asked you to help ..."
"Detective Detective Lance." A staff member should have just returned from the shift. "Someone is looking for you outside. A woman." A slightly special tone.
James froze, and dramatic hope was instantly piled up, "Who?"
"She said that her name was Crowley." The staff smiled and shook her head. "You thought it was your girlfriend, huh. If so, we would call you long ago."
This was more than just disappointment. James nodded stiffly and walked outside.卐 八 ?? 一 ◎ Fictions ????? www.w, w ,. , 8`1, z, w`. `c-o`m`
"You are really a hard-to-find guy." Crowley is still in her special dress style. The black and white striped men's formal jacket is open, slightly revealing the "Kozier" logo on the inside. Putting his hands in the trousers pockets of the suit, Crowley tilted her head, "Follow me."
James didn't move.
"Just do it." Crowley shook her head and smiled a little. "I went to the police station. The whole police station is busy investigating yesterday's case. You and your partner actually came here."
James didn't want to explain, not looking at Crowley, focusing on the tip of his shoes. However, there are actually explanations-
It is believed that all of the bad things in Barton's recent life are those of foreign fighting club remnants, only Coulson. The Chief of Cologne did not know whether it was intentionally rectifying Coulson and James, or simply looking at the two as uncomfortable. Originally, Coulson used this reason to help the police relieve the pressure of the media for the last time. Assistance allocated to the two detectives. This means that if Coulson continues to investigate on this clue. That will always be the first impatient instruction from the office, "Just the two of you! Don't expect me to send someone to you!"
So when the entire police station was investigating yesterday ’s attack according to conventional methods, Coulson and James were lonely looking up information here.
Crowley walked around James. "Are you not prepared to speak at all?" Crowley bent her lips, raised her eyebrows, and pulled out a finger, poking it on James' shoulder.
James' response was probably a dozen beats slower, first he shifted his focus on the tip of the shoe to Crowley's finger, and then his face began to turn white. Then the pupils began to contract, and the fine sweat beads began to ooze out on the skin ...
Why is this description slowed down? Because Crowley put James on again.
Crowley's container blinked, looked around, and poked James' fingers into a comforting beat, "Uh, just a moment, don't be afraid, you're not guilty." Remember, Crowley This container can hear sin in the soul of others.
But her comfort had no effect. At this time, James once again returned to the strange 'space', countless red light spots continued to hit himself, and the golden Crowly played lazily, playing with these souls The imprint, "Oh, it's kind of interesting, you actually told Zackland's secret ... Dreammon Lipp? ..."
Being imprinted in the soul, it represents the soul mark of a collection of individual beings, and presents everything of James before the fallen angel. Both time and space have become weird, and they are randomly manipulated by fallen angels, aftertaste and watching all of James's experience during this time. ? ◎? § Bayi Chinese Website 卍 w`w-w`. -8, 1, Zw. com
James jumped violently, his body was already soaked in cold sweat, staring at Crowley withdrawing his hand, forced-up-end was over, "You ..." James forcibly resisted the stomach convulsions and had rolled into the throat Vomiting, "What the are you doing ?!"
It seems that Crowley was right when he first fortified Shang Shang James. This feeling will gradually adapt as the number of times increases. Compared to last time lying on the ground and vomiting, James was still standing at least this time, supporting hard enough not to look for a wall to lean on.
"Really add to Barton's recent incident." Crowley's hand slipped back in her pocket and squinted with a smile. "It was just a simple attempt to catch up with the progress, but it seems that I know something very special. No wonder……"
Now, Crowley is just talking to herself, "I'm still wondering why Grande has become more and more dissociated from me. I have been back for a long time, but I haven't come to talk to me. I also deliberately Was the intelligence of the Republican Secret Alliance prepared to be sent to him, is this the reason for Lip? "Crowley gave James a genuine expression of inquiry in the end.
Of course James will not respond, but just keeps staring at each other.
"Forget it, don't say this." Crowley waited a while and waved his hand. "When you live in long enough. You will understand that the only thing that is really reliable is the past that has been born, the time that has been fixed. , This kind of thing in the future. Ha ha. "Hell is distributed on a timeline. Straight up, the moment connected to reality is the gate of hell, Crowley, only mastered for five seconds. do not forget.
Crowley before looking back at James. She turned her head abruptly, as if something appeared, but she only smiled after watching it for a moment, turned back without saying anything, and continued to face James.
Even a sarcastic comment is fine, but still, there is only James's gloomy face. Crowley shrugged. "Then ... I'm still waiting for you to thank, Smith's warehouse. I've spent a lot of effort on your partner's investigation."
Crowley continued to smile, knowing what she was talking about. Didn't Eve and Lydia lead Coulson to Smith's warehouse and reopen the fire case that had been pressed by Smith.
Nuo was entrusted by Smith to let Nuo follow the curiosity of Colson's ridiculous conjecture, but was dissuaded by Zach, so this life can only fall to maintaining the warehouse, and he has the heart to pay Remer and keep the Smith secret Industry Crowley.
It's not ridiculous for Crowley to ask James for thanks. Crowley at least let Coulson, who knew nothing, continue to live in the beauty he thought he was right. In other words, Coulson has not been frustrated in the investigation since he proposed the foreign fighting club Patton.
"No thanks?" Crowley raised an eyebrow with a smile. "You're so cold."
"What the are you doing!" James is proving that he is not cold. Speak, but only repeat.
Crowley finally smiled and whispered, "You know, I have tried very hard, so many topics. You didn't answer any of them. You are really not a good conversation person."
"What the are you doing!" James decided, but it was no more than three. This was the last time he asked Crowley this question.
"Okay." Crowley looked away. "Reporting a crime. A friend of ours is in danger of life. I need the help of a detective."
You can laugh at this time.
James turned around and left, he decided to go back to help Coulson, hurry up to sort out the information and go home, see Zach!
"I'm not kidding." Crowley watched James turn around without hesitation, his tone was calm and calm, "If you leave now, if a body of a person who should have died long ago appears on the street of Barton, you The police station's face will be ugly. "
The Patton Police Department's face is already ugly, and all the things that have been born recently have not been really resolved. James is not going to continue to listen to Crowley tell jokes.
"More importantly, you and Coulson's faces will be ugly." Crowley's voice remained calm, "Do you know who this dangerous person is? It's Wales."
James' body stiffened. Wales? The civil servant who lost his job for the lottery? The guy who was taught by the 'general' because he was in debt? The man who successfully brought the demon hunter Seth to prison, and also testified that the ‘general’ had made Kosen ’s headache?
The most important thing is that he has been dying from a small blood clot in the hospital because of postoperative complications! (Volume VII)
"Are you finally interested?" Crowley smiled at James's stiff turn. "Is it such a small character that hasn't appeared in a long time, have you all forgotten?"
Yes.
"So do I need to recall your memory again." Crowley raised her hand, and James instinctively took a step back.
Crowley smiled and withdrew his hand. "Thanks to the Grand Transformer at the time for replacing this guy, Wales was taken in by me. His unusual attachment to speculation (Welsh was initially Papa ’s midnight lottery temptation took the road of no return, volume III), making me think he would be a very useful person. "
James sullenly, "What did you do to him ?!"
"I'll give him a job." Crowley shrugged. "He like a person without identity is very easy to use, can appear at random with some people, complete some specific transactions."
James had a bad hunch, "What a deal!"
"Devil trades." Crowley raised an eyebrow. "Because of the agreement with Grande, I can't touch the person who holds Barton's upper class. My hand can only reach out to those little characters that don't matter." Crowley seems to have some Shaking his head helplessly, "In spite of the insignificant little characters, you will not expect me to disperse my precious manpower and let the demons occupy those bodies. Even the lowest level demons will not work, my people are worthy of Patton Live a status life, not irrelevant. "
"You ..." James just started.
"You're right." Crowley nodded. "Wales is the middleman of my demon contract in Barton. What little people he brought me, they sold my soul to make their life a little more comfortable, In exchange for contracts, they used their irrelevant attributes to accomplish some trivial things that would not be taken care of for me. "
James has nothing to say, no, it's too much to say, so he doesn't know where to start!
"For some situations that are not clear to me even now, Wales, this guy who deals with a bunch of insignificant little people, is targeted by some people." Crowley used an impatient tone, "I I ’m not interested in taking care of him all day. I have said that all he can bring to me is trivial. It ’s not worth it to waste too much time for him. So it ’s time for the detective to ask for help. What? "
Crowley squinted, she should have something to say, "It is also a life for your police ..."
"Accepted." Zac, yes, Zac approached with a smile, and finished Crowley's words, "The detective's job is regardless of status, regardless of irrelevance, right, James."
James wrinkled his face tightly, somberly, "When did you come?"
"Just to catch up with Crowley's views about the future." Zach smiled and nodded at Crowley. "I totally agree."
"Oh, that's all right." Crowley smiled, tilting her head. "I thought my friendship with Grande was coming to an end."
"You're more concerned." Zach smiled. "We've never had any friendship." Zach said with a smiling face that it was not a laughable thing. "The agreement between Grand and you is a mutually restrictive coexistence agreement. Even if the occasional cooperation is quicker, do n’t be too passionate and fall into angels. "It is a threat, a reminder, and a coexistence agreement, please be respectful.
"But." Zach raised his finger and raised his eyebrow, before Crowley's face froze. "Thank you Sunday, the little thing that the Southern District taught you to incite. Grande recruited nine good ones. New employees."
"No thanks." Crowley replied. (To be continued.)