Chapter 402: Scofield's Monologue
Chapter 402: Scofield’s Monologue
The sections in 【brackets】 in this chapter are Feng Bu Jue’s interjections.
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The night loomed like a Colossus, swallowing the Gothic-tinged city whole.
Cold rain lashed the pavement like clusters of icy arrows. A unique urban scent lingered in the air—desire.
【Wait, what’s going on? Did you submit the wrong manuscript? What’s with this opening?!】
I’m Scofield—Graham Scofield—a homicide detective with the Lain City Homicide Division.
【Hold on… Are we rewriting the entire story from Scofield Detective’s first-person perspective now?】
Driving through this city at night feels like navigating a river of crime. This is a corrupt place. Every brick on the walls, every inch of soil on the ground, is stained with the blood of innocents.
Robberies, brawls, slaughter… Beasts and devils in human skin roam freely, plunging the city’s populace into eternal sorrow and agony.
This is a never-ending war, and I am a soldier standing on the frontlines. My duty is to defend the boundaries of justice, waiting for each dawn to break.
【How is this relevant to the case? Honestly, is the author giving up on life? I told you, planning thirteen chapters in advance was a terrible idea! You’re just creating difficulties for yourself!】
I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve patrolled alone.
Since my partner died, I’ve gained… a sixth sense. A danger-premonition flows in my blood, clinging to my spine like a shadow.
That’s why when I drove past Seventh Avenue and saw a teenage kid standing motionless in the street, staring blankly at my headlights, I knew it was a trap.
Not long ago, I disrupted a gang deal. This must be their revenge.
【Ah… At this pace, this old-school cop drama monologue will last the entire chapter, won’t it?】
The gang leader here is a complete villain—only twenty-six, yet he’s been in the business for seventeen years. While his peers were finger-painting in elementary school, he was already wielding a Uzi in alleyways.
But we can’t entirely blame him. Society forged this monster, and he, in turn, bred countless others just like himself.
No test tubes, no formulas, no nutrients—this city itself is the crucible.
Kids in these gangs rack up murder charges, drug trafficking, robberies… I can arrest them, hand them to the juvenile division, but what happens next? By next year, they’ll be back on the streets, repeating the cycle.
【So what? Are you planning to floor the accelerator and claim self-defense?】
I didn’t hesitate. I slammed the gas.
【Hey! What if you’re wrong?!】
The kid dodged, rolled to the curb, and pulled a handgun from his pocket. Bullets flew.
His accomplices poured from side alleys, crossfire erupting around my patrol car.
【Which city were you even a police officer in before?! Gotham’s homicide division would envy this!】
I ducked, floored the accelerator, and kept the car centered to avoid collisions. I activated the siren, though it barely mattered—the gunfire alone would summon backup.
The car’s windows shattered. Over a dozen bullets pierced the cabin. For those few seconds, it felt like plunging into a piranha tank. I couldn’t tell how many times I’d been shot.
The last thing I remember before blacking out was Captain Charlie dragging me out of the car. The look on his face—etched in my memory forever. At that moment, I understood: the rumors were true. He was gay, and he had feelings for me.
【Whoa! That’s a lot of exposition!】
After two weeks in the hospital, the doctors said I might never return to active duty.
【So you fled to some backwater village to become a detective?】
When I first heard the news, despair gripped me.
But later, I realized—this was fate’s message. Time to step back from the frontline of good versus evil.
I should’ve died that night. But I didn’t. Few get a second chance. I did. And I’d cherish it.
I requested a transfer out of the city, moving to a quiet rural settlement with my wife and daughter, becoming the local chief of police.
Before leaving, I left Captain Charlie a letter—words I remember clearly to this day: “So many things only become clear in hindsight, yet I’ve lost the path back. And somehow, even the bitterest moments didn’t feel so bad. Even if they had, I wouldn’t have cared.”
【This is literally song lyrics! Are you channeling ‘would that we’d met before I was taken’ vibes?!】
In this village, I found peace. I return home on time every day, savoring time with my family.
The police station handles disputes over chicken coops and family squabbles—compared to the city, it’s a utopian paradise.
I often tell rookie officers, “Back then, I was tougher than any movie detective, until a bullet shattered my knee.”
【Of course. After all, that’s every Earthling’s fatal weakness, right?】
These years, I’ve often thought of Captain Charlie, yet never reached out. He never replied to my letter either.
【Wait… Don’t tell me you’re planning to call him under the guise of an investigation?!】
Today, I got my chance. While investigating the Lovecraft family murder case, I met a renowned detective who needs me to contact my old colleagues through unofficial channels to access a suspect’s file.
【Bro… I’m sorry. Maybe you shouldn’t make that call after all.】
For some reason, my heart feels both uneasy and hopeful.
【A classic case of walking a forbidden path, huh?】
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【Hey! What’s with the ellipsis?! Is the call content rated R?! Has the author completely lost it?! This isn’t just getting rejected—it’s pioneering some new genre of nonsense! At least learn from other authors’ watered-down techniques! Don’t just improvise like this!】
(End of Chapter)
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