Gods and the Man Who Wants to Kill Gods

"Community living is more conducive to our relationship, because we do need to trust each other more than police officers. "

"Perhaps, I'm just here for routine inquiring, do you know a humanoid named Neil over there?" Bell asked hopelessly, "Or have you seen any humanoids approaching the swamp behind you lately," and there was no response, but after Bell glanced around to indicate your general range, Olebo spoke up to answer him.

"Officer, don't you know this guy next to you?"

"Our newcomer, Kent, a very good police officer, wants me to say that I shouldn't stay in this place. Bell skillfully began to answer, then took out a cigarette and handed it to Olebo, but the one across from him did not answer.

"We may not be a good smoking officer here, so please bear with me. "

"Get out, you humanoids don't have a good thing, we can't stand the smell of smoke, and we can't be sympathetic to the people's feelings. An unknown loach said this, his face was not so good that it was not so good, but it seemed to be much better than Olebo, and so on, how did the so-called better come about, Kent could not understand the basis of such a judgment, but words were half a minute faster than his brain, and the consciousness of maintaining his reputation began to run rampant.

"Detective Bell, it's just because he wants to show kindness. He unconsciously raised his voice so that it sounded more like some kind of provocation, and the moment Kent said it, he actually regretted it, but reality didn't give him a chance to regret it, and the loach "glided" as if enraged, and his legs seemed to be bound by jeans from the knee up, and there was no way to stride forward.

Of course, this also gave Olebo and Bell time to negotiate, so the two handed over their respective names, "Kent." "Stephen", the humanoid named Stephen apparently had an unexpected obedience to Olebo, and had already stopped at the time he heard the name, and did not continue.

"Officer, due to the weather, our harvest has not been as good as before, so everyone is very anxious, please forgive me, I don't think we can provide any clues here, if you have nothing else to do, you can leave, we still have our own things to do. "

Kent was also silent, it was better to say that he hadn't said anything since he came in, which was obviously not in line with his usual style, but after looking at the structure of the house, it was difficult to say whether it would cause some kind of mutation to normal humanoids after entering here.

Bell didn't care much about Kent, just the local ethnic awards, a little shock can always make him realize the personal differences between Dibit and other different areas in the rest of his career, especially Olgley.

Bell has never stopped his subordinates from progressing their routes, but since everyone else has already issued an eviction order, it is obvious that many things are different, "Kent we should go," after saying to Kent, he said a string of numbers to Olebo, "My terminal communication number, if you have any possible news, you can come to me, I am 24 hours a day." "

"It's really hard for the detectives. Olebo responded with a smile, the fat on his body shaking.

"It's a pity we don't have any terminals here, why don't the detectives help us reimburse?" the prominent Stephen's lackluster personality with no last name of his own, and his temper did seem to be too hot-tempered.

"Stephen, the detective didn't do anything wrong, there was no need for this. "

"Oh, I think you always have a way to sell things, otherwise what would you do to make ends meet? "