Mystery: The Return of the Stars

Chapter 15 Friend, Greg Negan

In the West District Police Station, Reed walked into the police station slowly, smoking a cigarette and taking brisk steps.

As soon as he stepped into the door of the police station, he heard the shouts of the three gangsters tonight, and the sound of whips.

They broke into a baron's house late at night with weapons in hand. Not only did they steal money, but they also planned to murder the baron. Such a crime was enough to send them to the gallows.

The whipping was just to let them understand a truth in advance. In Rune, the nobles are a group that cannot be easily offended.

"Thank you for your hard work tonight. You did a great job on this."

Inspector John came over with a smile and patted Reed on the shoulder. He also stayed at the police station to work overtime tonight for this matter.

A baron plus a viscount of considerable status, even the smallest case needs more attention, especially the big case involving the intention to murder a baron.

Reed smiled and said, "I have better luck tonight."

"Goddess, may luck always be with you."

Reed also drew a crimson moon on his chest and said, "The merciful goddess will surely bless every one of her devout believers."

After chatting for a few more words, Reed went to the interrogation room where the three gangsters were imprisoned. He still needed to make the final arrangements and then organize tonight's cases into a file.

The first gangster who jumped from the building curled up in the corner, hugged his knees and said in fear: "Evil spirit! It's an evil spirit! An evil spirit attacked me just now!"

"What evil spirit?"

Reed became interested and lit another cigarette, raised his legs and crossed them on the table, with a lazy posture.

"Evil spirits are evil spirits! It must be an evil spirit that broke my legs! Otherwise, I would definitely be able to run away!"

"Hehe, that must be the goddess's punishment for you people." Reed chuckled lightly and didn't take it seriously.

The man didn't say anything else. I guess he was also afraid that the abnormality that happened to him tonight was really a punishment from the goddess of night.

"I also feel the power of the evil spirit!" Another man who jumped from the building and broke his bones also said in panic.

Reed raised his right foot, knocked on the table, and exhaled a smoke ring, saying: "Even if there is an evil spirit, the crimes you committed tonight are just right to go to hell with it."

A police officer next to him waved a whip and said: "Honestly cooperate with our work, so that you can suffer less, and we can also finish work early and go home to rest."

Soon, the three gangsters confessed to the crimes they committed tonight, admitted that they were instructed by Andrew, and confessed that Andrew's current hiding place was in a bar in the Backlund Bridge District.

"Very good, you can spend a good night now, although there is only one hour left before dawn."

The police officer hung the whip in his hand on the wall, and the end of the black whip was mixed with a small piece of flesh and blood, dripping down.

"Let me take a look at the organized files."

Reed asked a police officer to organize the files, and he took it and read it twice. He found that there were no omissions, so he asked the police officer to file the files.

"It's time to have a cup of coffee to refresh yourself."

Reed put out his cigarette, put his legs together, stood up and left the interrogation room, came to Inspector John's office, and poured himself a cup of coffee produced in the South Continent.

Then he sat comfortably on the sofa, waiting for other police officers to take over in the morning.

At eight o'clock, Reed opened his sleepy eyes, stood up and stretched, and left the police station.

On his way home, he happened to pass by the house of Baron Campbell again. When he walked to the place where the escaped criminal was captured last night, he was stunned.

The terrain here is open, and there are no obstacles around, so why did that man suddenly break his legs last night?

He vaguely remembered that the man's legs were broken, which was complete and comminuted. Only a blunt instrument could cause such a degree of fracture!

Wandering evil spirit?

Reed felt a chill in his heart and looked around. The sun was shining and everything was just right. He exhaled lightly, stretched out his hand and tapped his chest four times, drawing a crimson moon.

"Praise the goddess."

...

"Why didn't you let someone inform me when something so big happened?"

"Don't you recognize me as your friend?"

"Or do you think I will alienate you, your good friend, because of the decline of your Campbell family?"

In the living room, on the sofa, Hasta looked at the black-haired, blue-eyed young man sitting opposite him with an embarrassed face.

Greck Negan, the original owner's best friend, the two have been playmates since childhood, and they were as close as brothers in public school. It was not until the original owner left Queens and moved to the West End that the two gradually reduced their contacts.

When he was short of money before, Hasta had thought of this friend, but he never thought of asking him for help. Instead, he would rather find Greylint, who had a more ordinary relationship.

This was partly because the original owner did not want to trouble this good friend subconsciously, and partly because Hasta did not want to easily contact this good friend for the time being.

After all, they were best friends, and they had been together for many years, so it was easy to find abnormalities between each other.

"I'm very angry now, Hastur, shouldn't you give me an explanation?"

"Do you think I, Greg Negan, am a friend who is not worth associating with?"

"Or do you think that guy Greglint is more suitable to be your friend than me?"

Greg became more and more angry as he spoke. If no one had told him, he would not have known that a gangster wanted to murder his good friend last night!

"Have some tea first to calm down."

Hasta handed him a cup of Marquis black tea, and then said in a gentle tone: "Greck, no one is more suitable to be my friend than you. I have always been proud of the fact that we are friends."

"Humph!"

Greck's stern expression eased, and he took a sip of Marquis black tea, waiting for Hasta's next words.

"You know, I have always hoped that I could become a qualified noble who can handle all affairs on my own, just like you, who can help the family with all kinds of affairs at a young age."

"The reason why I sought the short-term help of Greylint is simply because I don't want our friendship to be eroded by money. You don't want me to lose the little pride I have left, right?"

"Greck, the friendship between you and me will not change because of this. Will you resent my friend because I don't seek your help?"

In just three sentences, Greg's anger had dissipated for the most part, especially the last question, which almost made him doubt whether he was the one who was not so firm in their friendship?

The friendship between the two of them no longer needed these things to prove.

Thinking of this, Greg said apologetically: "Hasta, I didn't consider your feelings."

Hasta waved his hand and said generously: "It's okay, we are best friends."

"Yes, we are best friends!"

Greg laughed, and Hasta laughed too.

Although Greg's visit made him a little overwhelmed, fortunately, as a lawyer, he did have a strong ability to persuade others.

After this matter was over, Greg asked Hasta about his recent life. He could only try to pick some good aspects to talk about.

For example, he was studying law seriously, and was praised by Professor Wayne. He went to the court to learn how the law demonstrated its fairness...

Greg frowned after listening for a while and said: "It is naturally a good thing to study law and understand the national conditions, but you don't really want to be a lawyer, do you?"

"I have this idea." Hasta did not hide it.

"Hasta, you are not doing this well. You are a nobleman, and you will definitely not be limited to the status of a baron in the future. You should have a broader future."

"Greck, I am more determined than you think to revive the glory of the Campbell family. Becoming a lawyer does not mean that I will leave my noble status. It is just a little hobby of mine."

Greck's face eased again, and he asked tentatively: "Do you need me to help you prepare a law firm in Queens?"

He originally wanted to send a law firm directly, but he was afraid that Hasta would think that his actions were insulting the friendship between the two, so he changed his mind.

Hasta shook his head and said: "Queens is not a suitable place to open a law firm. I prefer Hillston District, where the business is the most prosperous and it is also a place where lawyers are needed more."

"No problem, let me solve this matter for you, don't be polite to me anymore."

Greck made the decision directly and did not allow Hasta to refuse.

He has already thought about it. When Hasta opens a law firm in Hillston District, he will help to get a large business order.

With their family's business investment in the Hillston District, Hastur would probably need to hire a few more lawyers if he wants to take over this part of the order.

"Okay."

Hasta sighed and did not refuse Greg's kindness.

In fact, he really wanted to try to restore the Campbell family to its former glory through his own efforts, rather than relying on the convenient channel brought by his friends.

There was no way, it was really normal for nobles to help each other, especially since his good friend's family background was really amazing.

Greg Negan, his father was Duke Negan, the leader of the Conservative Party, the largest land noble outside the king, and the brother of the current prime minister.

His words can really save people from struggling for ten years, or even a lifetime.

Alas, this feeling of being supported by someone really makes people less willing to work hard the more they think about it.

"Hasta, there is one more thing I need to remind you.

Although Madam Germanni is good, you are still young and have not yet married, so you should be careful."

"??!"

Hasta's forehead flashed with three big question marks.

No, I just talked to Madam Germanni once!

During this period, when I went to the court to attend the trial in the afternoon, I also tried my best to avoid her. The only reply also clearly stated my attitude.

But now, listening to the tone of Greg's words, it seems that I have had some improper relationship with Mrs. Germani?

How can this smear someone's innocence out of thin air?