Cosma Empire

The new year has arrived.

Mr. Kesma was sitting on the edge of the table, holding the little Mr. Kesma in his arms, and there was rarely a smile on his rigid face. He is very satisfied with his current life. In the past, he believed that restricting and controlling children was the most powerful protection for their growth, but now it seems that his method is wrong. Only by letting the children leave the protection of the eagle can they have the possibility of soaring in the sky.

Mason has now secured the position of chief of the Police Department of Tenell City. The biggest difference between him and the previous police chiefs is that he is very talkative and rich. Being talkative makes people willing to get close to him, and having money makes people willing to listen to him. Dooling will give him a sum of money every month that is enough for him to build his own team, and he has also used the money well to maintain the police team.

Everyone has their own independent personality and thoughts. When Prondo was in power, everyone's life seemed to be pretty good. Prondo always took out the black money he received and divided it up for everyone, so that everyone could benefit equally. . But his desire to control the police station and the police is also very strong. What he says can be done, then it can be done. If someone does what he says can't be done, then someone will inevitably leave the police station.

There is indeed more money in his pocket, but he has also lost his independent position, and he must obey Prando's orders for everything, no matter whether it is good or bad.

The chief of the police station at the back was arranged by the governor. He is very strict and does not allow any mistakes in the police station. Even a trivial matter, such as misplacing a document in a file bag, could lead to a reprimand and some salary deductions. What's more terrible is that once a vicious case occurs, the chief of the police station will give the investigators a deadline, half a month or a month, or other time limits. salary.

A boss who only knows that he is blindly strict allows everyone to have an independent position and position, but the high-pressure working atmosphere makes many people unbearable. Not everyone is a detective, and some people keep making mistakes, and some people are constantly being punished.

But Mason was different, he was always laughing and joking, and would invite everyone out for dinner, or somewhere for a night of fun. For the cases that have already occurred, he only asked everyone to do their best to solve them, and did not issue any indicators. For some things that have been done wrong, as long as it is not a major issue, an apology will be over, and no one's salary will be deducted.

The strange thing is that under the leadership of such a not-so-serious chief who doesn't have a strong desire to control, Tenell's law and order has been improved unprecedentedly. Of course, if one ignores that there are always some well-informed Guarts who provide the police with necessary clues and information, then the police in the Tener Local Police Station are definitely the best group in the empire.

As for the second son, Merlin... Although Mr. Kesma is not very satisfied, he thinks it is necessary to go to school, at least to have more knowledge, which is a good thing for a person who needs to live in this society. In addition, Su Rui was already showing some bosom, and Mr. Kesma and Mrs. Kesma were very satisfied with her puffy stomach, and some minor problems disappeared naturally.

As for Durin... that's a bastard.

Mr. Kesma roughly gave Du Lin a short evaluation, only two words.

Surrounded by children and grandchildren, there is nothing more comfortable than this. In addition, there is no need to worry about eating and drinking. This is the happiest New Year that Mr. Kesma has ever had in his life.

If..., yes, if.

If Walt hadn't come!

Just after eight o'clock in the evening,

There was a knock on the door of the house where Mr. Kesma lived. He exchanged glances with Mrs. Kesma, and then went to the closet to approve a coat. The coat is interlayered, and two of his favorite weapons are inside. Mr. Kesma is not ignorant of the fact that that bastard Du Lin has caused so much trouble outside, so he needs to be on guard.

"Who's outside?" He didn't open the door directly, with one hand already in his arms, as long as the other party's answer didn't satisfy him, he didn't mind shooting through the door first. As for whether he will hit the wrong person, that is the arrangement of the gods!

There was no answer outside the door. Mr. Kesma opened the safety and was about to shoot at the cat's eye. At the same time, Mrs. Kesma pressed her hand under the table and pushed a template that could be slid open. An exaggerated pistol.

It seems that the weapons of the members of the entire Scarlet Dawn organization are not made by themselves, but come from nobles. From Layton to Mr. Cosma and Mrs. Cosma, their usual weapons were once the most precious collection of a certain nobleman, or the favorite weapon.

"Me!" Just as Mr. Kesma was about to pull the trigger, a voice sounded outside the door. He was very familiar with it. He inserted the gun back into the interlayer of his clothes, opened the door, and looked outside the door standing in the wind. Walter, who was shivering in the snow, frowned, "New Year's Eve is coming soon, I'm already enjoying this moment, but you disturbed me!", as he spoke, Walter walked in.

They are all old buddies for decades. Apart from some things that happened in the middle that caused some gaps between them, the relationship is actually good.

Walter shook off the snowflakes on his body, and walked in, his face pale like a vampire who just crawled out of a coffin in a knight novel. He hung his coat on the clothes rack at the door, and then followed Mr. Kesma into the restaurant. The fire in the fireplace was crackling and burning. The heavy snow made some firewood a little damp, so there would be some noise when burning.

Mr. Kesma asked his youngest daughter to give up a seat, and pointed to the chair, "Do you want to eat something together?"

Walter shook his head, he squatted in front of the fireplace, his body trembling constantly. As if seeing something unusual, Mr. Kesma asked, "Did you drink today?"

"I didn't drink..." Walter's voice trembled when he spoke, "I haven't had a drink for two days!"

This answer made Mr. Kesma very surprised. Walter's "injury" was in the brain. The doctor said that he was over-stimulated and he often had hallucinations, accompanied by severe headaches. Poor Walt couldn't afford anesthetics, and it was impossible for him to treat himself with anesthetics as real medicine, so he could only paralyze himself by ingesting a lot of alcohol to make himself feel better, so that his life could be in a muddle. Come to the end.

But he hasn't had a drink for two days and it's a serious problem. Mr. Kesma stood up from the dining table. He walked to the fireplace and sat down on a plinth. "Old man, what's wrong with you? Are you scared?"

Walter tilted his head and looked at Mr. Kesma. His expression, his appearance, was as if he had just been molested by some rough bears. The last time I saw his expression was at the funeral of Mr. Walter's family. superior.

"She's back, she's back from hell!", the great fear hidden in the trembling voice made Mr. Kesma clearly feel the collapse of his heart at this time.

"You said she came back? Who is it?"

Walter sniffed and lowered his voice slightly, like a little girl hiding under the bed and fearing that the devil would find her, with a feeling that I have a terrible secret to tell you alone, "Anna, I saw her, she's back!"

Mr. Cosma's first reaction was impossible, "Are you trying to amuse me or scare me? I very clearly remember that I shot Anna's face off and she died. Are you Didn’t you have hallucinations again without drinking?” He waved at Mason, “Go get a bottle of the strongest wine, this poor guy needs some refills.”

All of a sudden, Walter jumped up and grabbed Mr. Kesma by the neckline with both hands, their faces were almost pressed together, "Listen, I really saw her, she's back. What should we do? We Do you want to transfer?"

Mr. Kesma frowned, and patted the hand holding his collar, "Calm down, did you really see him?"

Walter felt a cold thing on his temple against his scalp, so he let go of his hands with great interest, and stepped back a little distance. After watching Mr. Kesma retract the gun, he pressed harder. Nodding, "The last time a child found a stranger outside the town, didn't you ask me to look for it?"

"I saw her, she was wearing a mask, and she was surrounded by a few young people, who looked a bit like soldiers. They walked around and left. I thought I drank too much, so I didn't drink for two days. , I can still recall all the memories of seeing her until now, which proves not to be a hallucination!" Walter swallowed, "What should we do?"

Mr. Kesma chose to believe Walter's words. There is only one thing in this world that can make him quit drinking, and that is Anna.

"Didn't you always want to kill her with your own hands? Now is a good opportunity, maybe you can realize your dream..." Mr. Kesma's answer made Walt fall into extreme pain again.

Who would have thought that the woman who gave birth to a child for herself was actually a spy sent by the nobles to infiltrate the organization? Who would have thought that this woman actually set up a trap to catch Mr. Kesma, and even killed him in front of her own face? lost their own children with Walt's parents. That was a vicious woman, until today Walter could not forget this woman, feared her, and hated her.

He often had some hallucinations after waking up in the middle of the night, as if she had returned, but this time it was definitely not an illusion, she really came back.

As soon as this woman who brought him great fear appeared, his heart was crushed, and now he just wanted to run away, as far away as possible.

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The new year has arrived.

Mr. Kesma was sitting on the edge of the table, holding the little Mr. Kesma in his arms, and there was rarely a smile on his rigid face. He is very satisfied with his current life. In the past, he believed that restricting and controlling children was the most powerful protection for their growth, but now it seems that his method is wrong. Only by letting the children leave the protection of the eagle can they have the possibility of soaring in the sky.

Mason has now secured the position of chief of the Police Department of Tenell City. The biggest difference between him and the previous police chiefs is that he is very talkative and rich. Being talkative makes people willing to get close to him, and having money makes people willing to listen to him. Dooling will give him a sum of money every month that is enough for him to build his own team, and he has also used the money well to maintain the police team.

Everyone has their own independent personality and thoughts. When Prondo was in power, everyone's life seemed to be pretty good. Prondo always took out the black money he received and divided it up for everyone, so that everyone could benefit equally. . But his desire to control the police station and the police is also very strong. What he says can be done, then it can be done. If someone does what he says can't be done, then someone will inevitably leave the police station.

There is indeed more money in his pocket, but he has also lost his independent position, and he must obey Prando's orders for everything, no matter whether it is good or bad.

The chief of the police station at the back was arranged by the governor. He is very strict and does not allow any mistakes in the police station. Even a trivial matter, such as misplacing a document in a file bag, could lead to a reprimand and some salary deductions. What's more terrible is that once a vicious case occurs, the chief of the police station will give the investigators a deadline, half a month or a month, or other time limits. salary.

A boss who only knows that he is blindly strict allows everyone to have an independent position and position, but the high-pressure working atmosphere makes many people unbearable. Not everyone is a detective, and some people keep making mistakes, and some people are constantly being punished.

But Mason was different, he was always laughing and joking, and would invite everyone out for dinner, or somewhere for a night of fun. For the cases that have already occurred, he only asked everyone to do their best to solve them, and did not issue any indicators. For some things that have been done wrong, as long as it is not a major issue, an apology will be over, and no one's salary will be deducted.

The strange thing is that under the leadership of such a not-so-serious chief who doesn't have a strong desire to control, Tenell's law and order has been improved unprecedentedly. Of course, if one ignores that there are always some well-informed Guarts who provide the police with necessary clues and information, then the police in the Tener Local Police Station are definitely the best group in the empire.

As for the second son, Merlin... Although Mr. Kesma is not very satisfied, he thinks it is necessary to go to school, at least to have more knowledge, which is a good thing for a person who needs to live in this society. In addition, Su Rui was already showing some bosom, and Mr. Kesma and Mrs. Kesma were very satisfied with her puffy stomach, and some minor problems disappeared naturally.

As for Durin... that's a bastard.

Mr. Kesma roughly gave Du Lin a short evaluation, only two words.

Surrounded by children and grandchildren, there is nothing more comfortable than this. In addition, there is no need to worry about eating and drinking. This is the happiest New Year that Mr. Kesma has ever had in his life.

If..., yes, if.

If Walt hadn't come!

Just after eight o'clock in the evening, there was a knock on the door of the house where Mr. Kesma lived. He and Mrs. Kesma exchanged glances, and then went to the closet to approve a coat. The coat is interlayered, and two of his favorite weapons are inside. Mr. Kesma is not ignorant of the fact that that bastard Du Lin has caused so much trouble outside, so he needs to be on guard.

"Who's outside?" He didn't open the door directly, with one hand already in his arms, as long as the other party's answer didn't satisfy him, he didn't mind shooting through the door first. As for whether he will hit the wrong person, that is the arrangement of the gods!

There was no answer outside the door. Mr. Kesma opened the safety and was about to shoot at the cat's eye. At the same time, Mrs. Kesma pressed her hand under the table and pushed a template that could be slid open. An exaggerated pistol.

It seems that the weapons of the members of the entire Scarlet Dawn organization are not made by themselves, but come from nobles. From Layton to Mr. Cosma and Mrs. Cosma, their usual weapons were once the most precious collection of a certain nobleman, or the favorite weapon.

"Me!" Just as Mr. Kesma was about to pull the trigger, a voice sounded outside the door. He was very familiar with it. He inserted the gun back into the interlayer of his clothes, opened the door, and looked outside the door standing in the wind. Walter, who was shivering in the snow, frowned, "New Year's Eve is coming soon, I'm already enjoying this moment, but you disturbed me!", as he spoke, Walter walked in.

They are all old buddies for decades. Apart from some things that happened in the middle that caused some gaps between them, the relationship is actually good.

Walter shook off the snowflakes on his body, and walked in, his face pale like a vampire who just crawled out of a coffin in a knight novel. He hung his coat on the clothes rack at the door, and then followed Mr. Kesma into the restaurant. The fire in the fireplace was crackling and burning. The heavy snow made some firewood a little damp, so there would be some noise when burning.

Mr. Kesma asked his youngest daughter to give up a seat, and pointed to the chair, "Do you want to eat something together?"

Walter shook his head, he squatted in front of the fireplace, his body trembling constantly. As if seeing something unusual, Mr. Kesma asked, "Did you drink today?"

"I didn't drink..." Walter's voice trembled when he spoke, "I haven't had a drink for two days!"

This answer made Mr. Kesma very surprised. Walter's "injury" was in the brain. The doctor said that he was over-stimulated and he often had hallucinations, accompanied by severe headaches. Poor Walt couldn't afford anesthetics, and it was impossible for him to treat himself with anesthetics as real medicine, so he could only paralyze himself by ingesting a lot of alcohol to make himself feel better, so that his life could be in a muddle. Come to the end.

But he hasn't had a drink for two days and it's a serious problem. Mr. Kesma stood up from the dining table. He walked to the fireplace and sat down on a plinth. "Old man, what's wrong with you? Are you scared?"

Walter tilted his head and looked at Mr. Kesma. His expression, his appearance, was as if he had just been molested by some rough bears. The last time I saw his expression was at the funeral of Mr. Walter's family. superior.

"She's back, she's back from hell!", the great fear hidden in the trembling voice made Mr. Kesma clearly feel the collapse of his heart at this time.

"You said she came back? Who is it?"

Walter sniffed and lowered his voice slightly, like a little girl hiding under the bed and fearing that the devil would find her, with a feeling that I have a terrible secret to tell you alone, "Anna, I saw her, she's back!"

Mr. Cosma's first reaction was impossible, "Are you trying to amuse me or scare me? I very clearly remember that I shot Anna's face off and she died. Are you Didn’t you have hallucinations again without drinking?” He waved at Mason, “Go get a bottle of the strongest wine, this poor guy needs some refills.”

All of a sudden, Walter jumped up and grabbed Mr. Kesma by the neckline with both hands, their faces were almost pressed together, "Listen, I really saw her, she's back. What should we do? We Do you want to transfer?"

Mr. Kesma frowned, and patted the hand holding his collar, "Calm down, did you really see him?"

Walter felt a cold thing on his temple against his scalp, so he let go of his hands with great interest, and stepped back a little distance. After watching Mr. Kesma retract the gun, he pressed harder. Nodding, "The last time a child found a stranger outside the town, didn't you ask me to look for it?"

"I saw her, she was wearing a mask, and she was surrounded by a few young people, who looked a bit like soldiers. They walked around and left. I thought I drank too much, so I didn't drink for two days. , I can still recall all the memories of seeing her until now, which proves not to be a hallucination!" Walter swallowed, "What should we do?"

Mr. Kesma chose to believe Walter's words. There is only one thing in this world that can make him quit drinking, and that is Anna.

"Didn't you always want to kill her with your own hands? Now is a good opportunity, maybe you can realize your dream..." Mr. Kesma's answer made Walt fall into extreme pain again.

Who would have thought that the woman who gave birth to a child for herself was actually a spy sent by the nobles to infiltrate the organization? Who would have thought that this woman actually set up a trap to catch Mr. Kesma, and even killed him in front of her own face? lost their own children with Walt's parents. That was a vicious woman, until today Walter could not forget this woman, feared her, and hated her.

He often had some hallucinations after waking up in the middle of the night, as if she had returned, but this time it was definitely not an illusion, she really came back.

As soon as this woman who brought him great fear appeared, his heart was crushed, and now he just wanted to run away, as far away as possible.

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