The new year is coming.


    Mr. kesma sat at the table, holding little Mr. kesma in his arms, with a few smiles on his rigid face. He is very satisfied with his current life. In the past, he thought that restraining 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 to soar in the sky.


    Mason has now secured the position of chief of tenar city police station. The biggest difference between him and previous chiefs of police station is that he is very talkative and rich. Good speech makes people willing to be close to him, while money makes people willing to listen to him. Every month, Dooling gave him enough money to build his own team, and he also used the money well to maintain the police team.


    Everyone has his own independent personality and thought. When prando was in office, everyone''s life seemed good. Prando always took out the black money he received and divided it up for everyone''s benefit. But his desire to control the police station and the police is also very strong. What he said can be done is what can be done. If someone does what he said can not be done, someone will inevitably leave the police station.


    There is indeed a lot of money in his pocket, but he has lost his independent position. Everything must be done according to prando''s orders, good or bad.


    The police chief in the back was arranged by the governor. He was very strict and did not allow any mistakes in the police station. Even if it''s just a small thing, such as putting the wrong file bag, you may be severely reprimanded and deducted some wages. More importantly, once a vicious case occurs, the police chief will give the investigators a time limit, half a month or a month, or other time limit. If they fail to complete it within the time limit, they will take the initiative to recognize and deduct their salary.


    A strict boss gives everyone an independent and independent position, but the high-pressure working atmosphere makes many people unbearable. Not everyone is a detective. Some people make mistakes and others are punished.


    But Mason is different. He is always laughing. If he has nothing to do, he will invite everyone out to dinner or go somewhere for a night. For the cases that have occurred, he only asked everyone to do their best to solve them, and did not issue any indicators. For some wrong things, as long as it''s not a big deal, an apology will be over, and no one''s salary will be deducted.


    It is strange that under the leadership of such a director who is not so serious and has no strong desire for control, Tenet''s public security has been unprecedentedly improved. Of course, if we ignore that there are always some well-informed guards to provide the necessary clues and information for the police, the police in tenar local police station are definitely the best 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 he can have more knowledge, which is a good thing for a person who needs to live in this society. In addition, Suri has been a little pregnant. Her strong stomach makes Mr. and Mrs. kesma very satisfied, and some small problems disappear naturally.


    As for Dooling... That''s an asshole.


    Mr. kesma gave Dooling a short comment, only two words.


    Surrounded by children and grandchildren, there is nothing more comfortable than this. With no worries about food and drink, this is the happiest new year Mr. kesma has ever had in his life.


    If... Yes, if.


    If Walter hadn''t come!


    At about eight o''clock in the evening, the door of Mr. kesma''s house was knocked. He looked at Mrs. kesma, and then went to the wardrobe and approved a coat. There is a sandwich in his coat, and his two favorite weapons are in it. That bastard Dooling has caused so much trouble outside. Mr. kesma doesn''t know nothing, so he needs to be on guard.


    "Who''s outside?" he didn''t open the door directly. One hand was 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 it will hit the wrong person, it is the arrangement of the gods!


    There was no answer outside the door. Mr. kesma opened the insurance and was ready to shoot the cat''s eye. At the same time, Mrs. kesma also pressed her hand under the table and pushed open a sliding template with a very exaggerated pistol in it.


    It seems that the weapons of the members of the whole bloody dawn organization are not made by themselves. They all come from the nobility. From Leighton to Mr. and Mrs. kesma, their habitual weapons were once the most precious collection or favorite weapons of a noble.


    "Me!", just as Mr. kesma was about to pull the trigger, the sound outside the door sounded. He was very familiar. He put the gun back into the interlayer of his clothes, opened the door, looked at Walter standing shivering in the wind and snow outside the door, frowned, "the new year is coming soon. I''m already enjoying this moment, but you disturb me!" he said, Let Walter come in.


    They are all old guys for decades. In addition to some things that happened between them, they have some estrangement. In fact, their feelings are still good.


    Walter shook the snow and came in, pale as a vampire who had just climbed out of the coffin in a knight''s novel. He hung his coat on the clothes rack at the door and followed Mr. kesma to the restaurant. The fire in the fireplace is crackling and burning. The heavy snow makes some firewood moist, so there will 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 have something to eat together?"


    Walter shook his head and squatted in front of the fireplace, his body shaking constantly. As if he saw something unusual, Mr. kesma asked, "didn''t you drink today?"


    "No drink..." Walter''s voice trembled when he spoke. "I haven''t drunk for two days!"


    This answer surprised Mr. kesma. Walter''s "injury" was in the brain. The doctor said that he was over stimulated, resulting in frequent hallucinations and severe headaches. Poor Walter can''t afford to buy anesthetics, nor can he treat himself with anesthetics as real drugs, so he can only paralyze himself by taking a large amount of alcohol, make himself better, and make his life come to an end in confusion.


    But he hasn''t drunk for two days, which is a very serious problem. Mr. kesma got up from the table. He went to the fireplace and sat down with a foot pier. "What''s the matter with you, old man? Are you afraid?"


    Walter turned his head and looked at Mr. kesma. His expression, his appearance, was like that 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.


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


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


    Walter sucked his nose and lowered his voice slightly, just like the little girl hiding under the bed afraid of the devil finding himself. There was a feeling in his tone that I had a terrible secret and only told you, "Anna, I saw her, she''s back!"


    Mr. kesma''s first reaction was impossible. "Are you trying to amuse me or scare me? I clearly remember that I shot Anna off her face and she died. Did you hallucinate again without drinking?" he waved to Mason, "go get a bottle of the strongest wine. The poor bastard needs replenishment."


    Suddenly Walter jumped up fiercely, grabbed Mr. kesma''s collar with both hands, and their faces were almost close together. "Listen to me, I really saw her, she came back. What should we do? Should we move?"


    Mr. kesma frowned and patted his hand holding his collar. "Calm down, do you really see him?"


    Walter felt a cold thing on his temple against his scalp, so he knowingly released his hands and retreated a little distance. After watching Mr. kesma take back the gun, he nodded hard. "Last time a child found a stranger outside the town, didn''t you let me look for it?"


    "I saw her. She was wearing a mask and followed by several young people. They looked a bit like soldiers. They walked around and left. I thought I drank too much, so I didn''t drink these two days. Up to now, I can still recall all her memories, which proved not to be an illusion!" Walter swallowed a mouthful of saliva. "What shall we do?"


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


    "Didn''t you always want to kill her yourself? Now is a good opportunity. Maybe you can realize your dream..." Mr. kesma''s answer plunged Walter into extreme pain again.


    Who could have thought that the woman who gave birth to a child for herself was a spy sent by the aristocracy to break into the organization, and who could have thought that this woman set up a trap to catch Mr. kesma and killed her child and Walter''s parents in front of her own face. It was a fierce woman. Up to now, Walter can''t forget this woman, fear her and hate her.


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


    The woman who brought him great fear broke his heart as soon as she appeared. Now he just wants to run away.