Apostle of Cthulhu

Manburg City, in a cafe called White Flower House on the street.

The owner of the coffee shop is a young girl. She is sitting in front of the counter and shaking her head. She seems to be talking to someone, quite happily.

Beverly was sitting at a white coffee table in front of the coffee shop, holding a delicate white gold tea cup in her hand, gently blowing the floating white mist.

Bell stared at the harmonious scene in front of him across the street, without any disturbance in his heart.

When Beverly noticed Bell across the street, her expression changed slightly, but she quickly adjusted and looked at him across the empty street.

After Bell confirmed that there was no carriage passing by in the middle of the road, he took a step forward, crossed the road where the blood had not yet been washed away, and came to the door of the white flower house.

"Hello! Do you want a drink?" The girl greeted Bell with a smile.

Bell glanced at the flowers placed in front of the coffee shop. They were all so delicate and beautiful, and even some bouquets that were out of season were also in bloom. It was really incredible. However, in this beautiful environment, it can reflect elegance and nobility, stimulating people's desire for consumption.

"I'm here to see this lady," Bell said, "but after I finish talking to her, I will choose to order a cup of coffee to take back."

The girl nodded obediently, "Yes! Please do it."

After receiving her response, Bell turned sideways and glanced at Beverly in front of the white coffee table, "Can I sit down?"

"Can I stop you?" Beverly lazily raised her right eyelid, looking nonchalant, "The lower limbs grow on you, what does it have to do with me?"

This was considered permission to a certain extent. Bell pulled out the chair opposite Beverly and sat down.

There was a commotion in the street, and Beverly looked behind Bell. A robber had snatched a woman's satchel and was running towards her along the street. In his hand he held a dagger about fifteen centimeters long, which was intimidating.

Tilting her head, Beverly believed that Bell would know what happened even if he didn't use his eyes to see.

But what surprised her was that Bell didn't make any move and just let go of the robber who passed by her.

The woman whose satchel was robbed originally wanted to chase her, but after running a few steps, she sprained her ankle due to the sudden movement. She squatted on the roadside and cried alone.

"Why don't you help her?" Beverly asked.

Bell responded briefly, "Why should I help her?"

"Because you're from the police department."

"You are also a member of the Tribunal."

Beverly frowned, "But I asked for leave."

Bell smiled, "Technically speaking, I'm also on vacation."

The topic had reached this point, and it was obvious that it could not continue. Beverly immediately chose to give up, "Just say what you want to do. I don't think there is any need for us to continue communicating."

"I remember when we met a few days ago, we should have said that we would conduct some investigations on each other. It has been so many days, have you gained anything?"

Beverly shrugged, "Unfortunately, I don't have any clues."

"Oh! That's such a pity," Bell said in a contrived tone, which made Beverly feel very unhappy, "because I have some clues here, but I don't want to share them now."

"Forget it if you don't share it." Beverly was originally not interested in the missionary incident. With Bell's attitude and tone, she didn't want to get involved even more. "You think I need your intelligence network. Mr. Bell Clive?"

Bell shook his head, "Really? But I personally feel that this clue has a lot to do with you. Are you sure you don't want to listen?"

While saying that she didn't want to share, she asked Beverly again. This feeling made Beverly feel very uncomfortable. She felt that Bell seemed to have grasped something.

Without waiting for Beverly's answer, Bell said: "The day before yesterday, a man shot himself in the living room of his apartment."

Beverly listened quietly.

"This man's name is Hall Robes."

Tsk, is it really this person...

Beverly knew that Robbus would definitely commit suicide one day, but she didn't expect that Robbus would persist for so long. It seems that Norris's words have become his last spiritual support.

"According to the administrator's testimony, a male went to Robles' apartment a few days ago, looking for him, and I want to know ... who that person was."

Beverly was about to reply with a firm "No comment", but after seeing something, she changed her mind.

She raised her chin and her eyes stayed on the guy who was escorting the robber back and returning the bag to the woman. "The guy you are looking for is right there."

Of course, this statement is a lie.

After returning the bag to the woman, Norris, who had been "framed", walked over and said to Beverly: "I just caught a bag thief and escorted him back in a circle. The city of Manburg is really getting better now." It’s becoming less and less peaceful, and open robberies on the streets have become the norm.”

At this time, both Norris and Beverly heard the sound of something falling to the ground.

Wow!

Bell, who was originally sitting on the chair, suddenly jumped up and stared at the person behind him with shocked and angry eyes.

"It's you……"

Norris then noticed that there was another person opposite to Baifuli. When he looked at the other person's face, he found that he was someone he knew. "Oh? Isn't this Bell Clive? Long time no see."

"It's been a long time since we last met..." Bell subconsciously wanted to take out the pistol on his waist, but Baifuli was quick and took away his pistol first!

Norris saw everything that happened in front of him and put on a sarcastic smile on his face, "Do you still want to kill me? Is the doctrine of the vigil so important in your mind?"

"Shut up!" No one would know that Bell would be so furious when his religious beliefs were touched. "Anderson, do you want to be arrested and put in jail?!"

Norris crossed his arms and was fearless. "Without the arrest warrant directly from the empire, even if you arrest me now, the empire will let me go. Although I am indeed a wanted criminal, I am not such a simple wanted criminal."

Bell has only two weapons facing Norris. One is to kill him directly, and the other is to arrest him through formal legal channels.

But Bell cannot use the first method against Norris. The latter is not only a wanted criminal, but also has a protection order from the empire. The direct agencies are not allowed to take action against Norris before receiving accurate orders.

Similarly, the second method is also not feasible. Bell is not sure what means Norris used to achieve it, but the facts are already in front of him.

He has no way to deal with Norris!