They all call me master

Coaster's body moved, and Arthur was extremely sure of this, because not only did he see it, but the soul instinct appeared again in his heart at this moment.

Burn it! Burn it!

Both bodies must be burned!

Without any hesitation, Arthur opened the psychic box, took out kerosene and poured it on the two corpses.

Although Maltz did not see Coster's body move, he believed that Arthur must have a reason for doing this.

Without hesitation, the new Sheriff of the Shire District reached out to help, picked up another bottle of kerosene from the medium's box, and began to pour it on the body.

And at this moment, there was a noise——

Under the orange light, in the police office area, the brown floor was obscured by a group of black people.

The patrol officers raised their heads from behind the desks on both sides of the hall in surprise and looked at the group of people walking quickly along the central passage.

He walks quickly and looks menacing.

The two leaders were young, their faces full of arrogance, and the gilded canes they held in their hands exuded an aura of nobility under the orange lights of the police station.

Behind the two people were young men wearing peaked caps or with their hands in their pockets.

Although the clothes are not the same, each one is strong and has unruly eyes.

Facing this group of people, the surrounding patrol policemen did not dare to really stop them.

However, when he discovered that these people were rushing straight into Maltz's office, the patrolman Dicko rushed out and blocked the front.

"Stop, what are you doing?"

Dicko shouted to stop.

But these people didn't pay any attention to it.

The two young men at the head didn't move, and the group of young people behind them didn't do anything either. Instead, they pushed him with their chests. This group of people obviously knew how to avoid actually committing a crime, and they also knew how to take advantage of the large number of people. That's it. He rushed in abruptly——

"Good evening, Mr. Chief Maltz, I..."

"stop!"

"Are you destroying evidence?"

"damn it!"

"You are blaspheming the law!"

As soon as he arrived at the door of the Sheriff's Office, a man with thin cheeks, gold-rimmed glasses, and a blue suit greeted Maltz, but was then interrupted by the yells of two young men behind him.

Arthur ignored the other party at all, looked at the two young men behind him, and then glanced at the remaining people, and he understood in his heart.

Maltz also ignored the other party and just waved his hand to the embarrassed Dico.

However, unlike Arthur, Maltz recognized the other person.

Litter, a native of South Los Angeles, is a lawyer by profession.

Before the new law was implemented, there was a profession of lawyers in Nan County, but people preferred to call these people "blue dog brokers".

There is no such thing as 'acting in accordance with the law', there is only 'humanity and sophistication'.

Blue Dog's brokers mainly communicate with the criminal's family and the sheriff, and make another profit themselves on the premise that both parties are satisfied.

Of course, if the victim's family is rich, Blue Dog's brokers can also feel sympathy.

Therefore, such people are untouchable by the common people and looked down upon by the nobles, but they are very popular among the middle class - most of the middle class have some money but no power.

What is needed is these blue dog brokers to deal with some troublesome matters.

When will the new law be implemented?

Even more so.

Lutter is quite famous among the blue dog brokers because this lawyer only takes on big clients.

Similarly, the words that were just interrupted also proved that the person behind the lawyer was indeed a big client, and ordinary people would not dare to yell at the police station.

"Mr. Coster, Mr. Emond, please believe in the impartiality of Sheriff Maltz. There must be a reason for him to do this!"

"Your Excellency, Sheriff Maltz, please forgive Mr. Coster and Mr. Emond. They just lost their father and became not calm enough!"

Lotter stood between the two parties and began 'mediation'.

He was very familiar with the process.

This is his job.

But he really doesn't want to come today. Although he receives a large consulting fee from the 'Coaster Chamber of Commerce' and 'Emond Chamber of Commerce' every month, as a blue-skinned dog broker, Luote is not stupid. After the sudden deaths of Coster and Emond, he knew that something big was going to happen. Although he didn't know the specific situation, at this time, hiding in the countryside in the name of cultivation was a good choice for him.

Unfortunately, before he could leave, he was blocked by Little Coster and Little Emond.

As a last resort, he came.

On the way here, he tried hard to persuade Little Coster and Little Emond to let him communicate and communicate, and they would definitely get a satisfactory answer.

Lotter thought very clearly that since things were inevitable, he should try to control the situation as much as possible in his own hands.

Little Coster and Little Edmund also agreed verbally.

But just now, he was interrupted directly.

This dissatisfied Lutter.

Then something even more dissatisfying happened.

I saw——

Little Coster and Little Emond ignored Lutter's 'mediation', but rushed directly into the office and threw themselves at the two corpses on the ground.

Before anyone could reach the body, the cry started.

"Father!"

The cry of grief seemed to be wailing for the misfortune of his father.

But Maltz frowned.

The Sheriff of the Shire District smelled the smell of alcohol and powder on the two of them. He knew exactly what the two were doing before.

What's more important is that the two of them shouted loudly, but they didn't shed a single tear, and the corners of their mouths were still slightly raised.

Both men were clearly excited about their father's death.

Even more excited that they got here before the other brothers and sisters!

If they take their father's body back, there will definitely be more supporters in the Chamber of Commerce!

Maltz instantly understood what the two were thinking, and immediately picked up his baton to teach these two bumbling guys a lesson.

But he was stopped by Arthur.

Maltz stopped immediately.

Arthur's behavior of suddenly pouring kerosene just now was really weird, Maltz would not hesitate at this time.

Why Maltz was able to survive the Seven Years' War and still live well was because he understood two principles.

First, mind your own business.

Second, leave professional matters to professionals.

Arthur is, of course, a professional.

Maltz, of course, chose to listen to Arthur's advice.

Watching Little Coster and Little Emond throwing themselves on the body, watching the two of them crying loudly, but there was no sign of a single tear.

Lawyer Lutter was embarrassed.

He walked carefully to Maltz, ready to apologize.

Loutre knew very well who he relied on to achieve his current status.

It is true that Little Coster and Little Emond are customers.

But Maltz allowed him to have more customers and make every one of them happy.

Holding a folded gold ticket with a denomination of 1 in his hand, Lutere handed it over calmly.

However, Maltz didn't answer at all.

Luote was stunned and immediately got another golden ticket.

But Maltz still didn't answer.

Luote's heart sank, knowing he was in trouble.

Immediately, the lawyer took out a golden ticket with a face value of 10, and when he was about to work hard to make up the relationship between the two parties, he realized that something was wrong.

Maltz still didn't react at all.

It shouldn’t be!

Thinking in his heart, Lotter looked up at Maltz, and then found that Maltz was not paying attention to him at all, but was looking at the corpse.

'Um? Corpse? ’

Liotter looked puzzled and followed Maltz's gaze.

Suddenly——

"Mom!"

The well-known lawyer screamed, rolled his eyes, and fainted.

However, everyone else present was similar and screamed again and again.

Especially Little Coster and Little Edmund, who had just cried miserably but without a single tear. At this time, they were crawling out with tears streaming down their faces, shouting even more.

"do not come!"

"Get away! Get away!"

Even Maltz, the police sergeant, was trembling.

Because the corpses of Coster and Emond moved, like two skinned bullfrogs while making hot pot, their postures were indescribably weird.

Those young people with unruly eyes and strong bodies turned pale with fear and backed away.

The patrol officer outside just glanced at this place and ran away.

Dico did not run directly, but shivered and shouted.

"Police, Sheriff, run!"

The patrolman shouted and retreated, but when he found that Maltz was standing still, his expression changed several times. He picked up the baton next to him and moved it back bit by bit.

Maltz looked at Dicko's cautious look and couldn't help but roll his eyes.

He can guarantee that if the movement here is a little louder, this subordinate will definitely turn around and run away.

However, it's pretty good.

Maltz thought in his heart and looked at Arthur beside him.

Why is the Sheriff of the Shire so calm and composed?

Except he had been through similar things, and that was that he believed in Arthur.

Under the gaze of the Sheriff of the Shire District, Arthur had a solemn face, holding a kerosene lamp in one hand, and rhythmically drawing unknown patterns out of thin air with the other hand, and even chanting softly——

"The tall towers of Eternal Night lie vertically and horizontally, flesh and bones roll backwards, the scorching light reigns over the earth, fades and stops, and burns with ashes!!"

The sudden chanting immediately attracted the panicked crowd.

Under everyone's gaze, Arthur raised the kerosene lamp in his hand high above his head, and then fell heavily on the two moving corpses.

boom!