Thriller Paradise Chapter 27: Schofield’s Monologue

The part framed by 【】 in this chapter is Feng Bujue’s complaint. m.

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The night is like a giant beast, engulfing this gothic city.

The icy raindrops hit the puddles on the ground like sharp arrows, and the air was filled with the atmosphere of a metropolis——**.

[Hello...what happened? Did you send the wrong manuscript? What is going on at the beginning of this? 】

My name is Schofield, Greg Schofield, a police officer from Lane City Crime Squad.

[I said...Is this preparing to rewrite the book with Detective Schofield as the protagonist? Is it still developed from a first-person perspective...]

Driving through the city at night is like sailing in a sinful river. This is a fallen place. Every brick on the wall and every inch of soil on the ground is stained with the blood of innocent people.

Robbery, fighting, killing...the beasts and demons in human skins are rampant everywhere, making the kind-hearted and decent people immersed in the eternal night of sadness and pain.

This is a never ending war, and I am a soldier on the front line. My duty is to defend the boundaries of the law and wait for every dawn to come.

[Does this have anything to do with this case...Say the author has given up his life...So I said that if you think of where to write, don’t set the thirty-three chapters in advance. what! Make it difficult for yourself! 】

I can’t remember how many times this is the first time I patrolled alone.

Since my partner died, I have been able to see, hear, and feel... those dangerous existences, an instinct to foresee danger flows in my blood and clings to my back. .

So, when I drove across Seventh Avenue and saw the teenage boy standing in the middle of the road, looking at my car headlights dumbly, I knew it was a trap.

I broke a deal with a gang not long ago, and their revenge began...

[Ah...According to this rhythm, the monologue content of this old-school police film must be going to last a whole chapter...]

The gang leader in this neighborhood is a complete villain. He is only twenty-six years old this year, but he has been in the gang for seventeen years. When his peers were drawing finger paintings in elementary school, he had already killed people in the alley with the Uzi submachine gun.

Of course, this cannot be entirely blamed on him. It is society who created monsters like him, and he... has created monsters like him one after another.

No test tubes, no nutrients, and no formulas are needed. This sinful city itself is a melting pot.

The children in those gangs had been charged with murder, drug trafficking, robbery, etc. before the age of 16. I can catch them... they will be sent to the bureau, and the juvenile delinquency department will take them away. But the result... At some point next year, they will appear on the street again, doing the same thing.

[Then what do you want... Step on the accelerator and press it over, and then claim to be a legitimate defense...]

I did not hesitate, and struggling to step on the accelerator.

[Hey! What if you make a mistake! 】

The kid quickly avoided. He rolled to the side of the road, took out the pistol hidden in his pocket, and started shooting at me.

His comrades also gushed from the alleys on both sides, intertwined firepower poured out around the police car.

[What kind of city did you work as a policeman in before? The Gotham Crime Squad is nothing more than that! 】

I lowered my head, stepped on the accelerator, and tried my best to keep the car in the middle of the road to prevent it from stopping because of hitting something. I also quickly turned on the siren on the police car, but it didn't make much sense... The intensive gunfire around was enough to attract other patrol cars nearby.

The glass of the police car quickly shattered, and at least a dozen bullets broke into the car. In those few seconds, I was like jumping into a fish tank full of piranhas, and I couldn't even tell how many shots I got.

The last thing I remember before losing consciousness was... Captain Charlie dragged me out of the car. At that moment, I will never forget the expression on his face. I understand that he is really **** as rumored, and he has a good impression of me.

[Hey! The amount of information is huge! 】

After half a month of recuperation in the hospital, the doctor told me that I might never be able to return to my original post.

[So you went to a remote country town and became a police detective? 】

When I first heard the news, I was shocked.

But later, I gradually realized...This is a revelation from God to me. It's time to step back from the front line of good and evil.

I should have died on that street, but I didn't. Few people have a second chance, and I got it, so I want to cherish it.

So, I applied to my superiors, transferred from the metropolis, took my wife and daughter to a peaceful country town, and became the detective here.

Before I left, I left a letter to Captain Charlie. I still remember the content-many things are always seen later, but I can't find the way to come. Many things didn't feel bitter at all at the time, even if it was bitter I don't think I cared.

[This is the lyrics at all...and are you expressing your hatred of meeting you when you are not married? 】

In this small town, I lead a happy and peaceful life. I can get home from get off work on time every day and have more time to accompany my family.

The police station here doesn't have any major cases to deal with. Most of them are short-term disputes between parents. Compared with the city, this place is simply a paradise.

I often say to the rookie police officer here, "I think I was better than the tough police detectives in the movie until I was shot in the knee."

[Yes...After all, there is the biggest weakness of the people on earth...]

Over the years, I often think of Captain Charlie, but I never contacted him~IndoMTL.com~ and he didn't reply to my letter.

[Hey...wait...Isn't he thinking of calling this Charlie for the reason of investigating the case...]

Today, I finally had a chance. In the process of investigating the Lovecraft family's murder, I met a well-known big detective who needed me to contact my past colleagues to check the file of a suspect through an illegal process.

[Big Brother... I was wrong... You should stop making this call. 】

For some reason, my heart is filled with anxiety, but I have some expectations.

[Most people are in this mood before embarking on a forbidden path...]

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[Hey! What does this ellipsis mean! Is the content of the call prohibited for all ages? By the way, this author is crazy...This is far beyond the level of rejected manuscript...Are you planning to create a new style? Can't you learn the irrigation skills of your peers with an open mind? Don't mess around by yourself! 】(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to subscribe (this site), rewards, and your support is my biggest motivation.)