Law Enforcer's Handbook

Chapter 614 One More Friend, One More Path
Before leaving the garbage dump, Song Lan brought a few oranges from the fruit basket in the common room. Since she was going to visit Ingrid, it was not respectable to be empty-handed. These oranges were airlifted by Farina from the orchard in the core city. You will definitely not find them in the markets of the seventeenth arrondissement.

Mr. Ingrid, on the other hand, was completely terrified by yesterday's discovery, and he has not recovered until now.

He came to a private villa according to the address investigated by Dr. Bai Zhu. All the curtains of the villa were drawn. Song Lan rang the doorbell several times but no one answered, until he called Ingrid, who Just like an underground worker, he opened the curtains on the second floor. After seeing Song Lan hovering at the door, he opened the security lock of the front yard through remote operation.

As soon as Song Lan entered the door, the thermal cutting blade in Ying Gelie's arm blocked him.

Madele laughed at Ingrid for being as cowardly as a mouse, but he was the third one after Chaike and Mr. Drago-Saffron who dared to hold a dick in front of Song Lan.

"What's in the plastic bag?"

Ingrid asked with a pale face.

"tangerinr."

"Orange? Open it for me."

Song Lan opened the plastic bag according to his words, but it obviously couldn't make Ingrid lose his vigilance, so he said, "Eat one yourself first."

Seeing Song Lan peel away the orange peel and put half of the orange into his mouth, Ingrid swallowed, and after another two or three seconds of stalemate, he said, "Throw the orange and the plastic bag over here first."

Since he ran back to the villa last night, he didn't sleep a wink all night, and even the accompanying chef was sent back overnight by him. During this period, he didn't dare to contact anyone, not even the personal assistant. He was afraid that he would be killed by someone The creatures that look exactly like the team members are here.

Although he put away the thermal cutting blade, he turned around and took out a kitchen knife from the kitchen, and handed it to Song Lan, "Take this and scratch it on your palm. Don't worry, there is a healing spray here."

Song Lan was left speechless by Yinggrid's babbling, but this further proved that Yinggrid knew a lot about worms.

For the information he knew, Song Lan forcibly suppressed the idea of ​​sticking a knife into the back of the opponent's head, and put the blade against his palm and slashed.

Blood flowed down the wound. Ingrid was holding a half-toothed orange in his hand, and his eyes were fixed on the wound on Song Lan's palm. He said ten times silently and saw that the wound was still bleeding, before he took out a healing spray and threw it at Song Lan. Song Lan.

"Okay, you're fine, come in."

As soon as Song Lan entered, he locked the door behind him. After confirming that Song Lan came by himself and no one was following him, he finally felt relieved.

The interior decoration of the villa is very luxurious, there are many posters of "North Star Alliance" on the wall, and the glass cabinet in the living room is full of collector's edition figures of popular rescuers.

This should be the property of the "North Star Alliance" in District [-], which is specially used for the rescuers who came here to shoot movies.

"What happened last night? Didn't you call me there? Why did you run away first?"

"You do not know?"

"You know what? Isn't it just a few pieces of human skin? We saw it when we went to the crime scene before, it's not a big deal."

Song Lan adopted aggressive tactics, "You are a five-star rescuer, are you afraid of this?"

"Is that a problem with human skin? That's..."

Ingrid was at a loss for words for a while, and after hesitating for a long time, he said in a blunt tone, "Anyway, if you want to survive, don't continue the investigation."

In fact, since last night, he has been caught in a strong self-struggle. Reason tells him that he should leave the [-]th District immediately and return to the safest District [-]. Anyway, the money he earned before is enough for him to spend the rest of his life. But another voice told him that this was his only chance to stand up, and if he didn't seize this opportunity, he was doomed to spend the rest of his life surrounded by people's scolding and ridicule.

For Ingrid, who has long been short of money, social status and a sense of identity are also indispensable.

And before he made his final decision, Song Lan came to him.

Ingrid ran away to pay attention, and then looked up to find that Song Lan was no longer in the living room. He was standing in front of the kitchen table, frowning with disgust on his face, "I said where did the smell come from? This is your made?"

There was a piece of charred steak on the plate. Judging from the traces of only one bite, the taste of the steak should be unpalatable.

Song Lan remembered that Ingrid asked him to throw the oranges first when he entered the door, and guessed that this kind of rescuer who was used to enjoying a rich life should be used to the food in the core city, but after driving the chef away, he You can only try it yourself.

Unsurprisingly, Mr. Ingrid got a piece of charred meat G.

"Don't look at it, you can't eat that thing."

Ingrid sat on the sofa and wrapped the quilt around himself again, leaving only one head outside.

Coldness is only one aspect, and more importantly, when people shrink in the quilt, they will have a strong sense of security.

To him, a few oranges are no different from stuffing his teeth. He glanced at the plastic bag with only orange peels left, feeling lost.

"I know."

Song Lan walked into the kitchen and rummaged through the refrigerator. The freezer was full of ingredients that had just arrived. He took out a steak, prepared butter, pepper, rosemary and other ingredients, and heated up the wok.

The sizzle sound quickly attracted Ingrid's attention, and his attention finally shifted to the aroma that wafted from the kitchen from time to time, and he asked in surprise, "You still know this?"

This scent is comparable to the chef he hired from a big restaurant at a high price.

"The leader likes it, so he must think more about it."

"You mean Lu Xiang?"

"Ah."

"With your current momentum, she will not be your leader soon. If there is no accident, the company's next plan is to transfer you to the core city."

"That won't work, I won't go." Song Lan shook her head, "Such a good leader is not common."

"Are you stupid?"

Ingrid got out of the quilt anxiously, with a disbelief on his face, "As long as you act according to the company's requirements, fame, power, wealth, whatever you want, you will have all kinds of beauties when you go to the first district, And before the limelight passes, the entire Council will be your backer!"

Now he can't wait to install a thought-action controller on Song Lan's head and use his rich experience to operate it for Song Lan.

"Here, the steak is ready."

Song Lan didn't answer Ying Gelie's words, he brought the sizzling steak to the table.

As a representative of the human sentiment faction in the bureau, he hopes to resolve the issue as peacefully as possible.

"Okay, I understand."

Hungry, Ingrid immediately sat down at the table, stuffed the steak into his mouth hungrily, "Well, yes, you are no worse than the chefs of those big restaurants, and I didn't expect you to be very dedicated, which is something we do in this line of work." Not often."

"I'm not in your line of work."

"Whatever you say."

For a while, there was only the sound of chewing in the living room. After about 10 minutes, Ingrid leaned back on the chair and finished savoring the taste of the steak.

His pale complexion improved, and the way he looked at Song Lan also changed slightly.

After thinking for a while, he finally sighed and said, "If you have anything you want to ask, just ask."

(End of this chapter)