Book of Gods and Demons

October 29th, early morning.

Xiao Bai snorted happily, exhaling a lot of heat, and trot all the way down the street.

After a night of work, the rain was mixed with ice scum, and suddenly it became snowy. The streets of Hyderabad have been covered with two or three inches of snow, dark gray in the sky, and snow flakes are falling continuously.

Imperial Capital’s city hall is still very diligent. Before dawn, workers have already taken to the streets to clean, and at the same time a layer of salt particles are sprinkled on the street.

Xiaobai runs briskly on the street. The unique charm of the Icefield Dragon Horse makes it very dazzling. On the street, there are already early pedestrians, and many people who know the goods, all staring at Xiao Bai with envy.

Imperial Capital Police Department is a 6-Layer high square building. The building is about a thousand feet long and wide. It covers a huge area and has a heavy and serious appearance. Just like its representative responsibilities, it is extremely impressive. Strong psychological oppression force.

On the east side of the police department building, the same building with similar shapes and specifications is the Supreme Court of the Empire.

And a little south on the east side of the Imperial Supreme Court, it is a 5-Layer high, only 500 feet long and wide, and the same majestic and solemn building. This is the office building of the Imperial Capital District Court. .

On the south side of these three buildings, there is a three-story building of quite a few years, separated by a justice square of hundreds of acres.

A bronze rusty balance is hung at the door of the small building. Above the low arched oak door, a bronze nameplate is inlaid on the wall with a line of rust on it. Splattered squiggles-Judicial Club.

The exterior wall of the small building is simple, old and unremarkable, just as low-key as the square nameplate above the oak door.

Xiao Bai ran all the way to the door of the Judicial Club, Joe pulled the reins, and Xiao Bai, who had run out of temper, raised his head, roared low, and forcibly rushed a dozen steps forward. Then he stopped unwillingly.

Rolling his eyes, tugging at the corner of his mouth, Xiaobai spit out saliva bubbles, turned his head slowly and muddily, and returned to the front of the club.

Lan Mujin and the others rode up to chase after him. Joe jumped off his horse, threw the reins to a family guard, and patted his new police uniform on his clothes. The snow flakes were smashed.

He took out a white handkerchief and gently wiped the Imperial Family Hydra badge pinned to the neckline and the row of merit medals hung on the left chest, and wiped them untainted by even a After speck of dust and Guang Ke Jian Ren, he walked up to the Judicial Club with his head high and pushed open the heavy oak door.

Lan Mujin, Lan Kikyo and Mr. Skins followed Joe closely and entered this prestigious and special club in the Imperial Capital judicial circle.

Its too early. In the lobby on the first floor of the Judicial Club, there are more than 400 neat and tidy tables. There are only a few youths wrapped in judge robes with swollen eyes and black smoke rings. Sitting tremblingly at the table drinking hot coffee.

It was freezing cold outside, and several large fireplaces in the lobby on the first floor of the club had just been lit, and several handymen were throwing chopped wood into the fireplace. The temperature in the lobby was not much different from the outside. Several young judges yawned, and people sneezed twice from time to time. It was obviously freezing cold.

Joe glanced at the young judges.

The light white judge robes, apart from this, dont have any marks on them, and the clothing in their judge robes and the leather boots on their feet are relatively rough in terms of material and workmanship.

This is a group of bad luck eggs who are still in the position of a trainee judge, a group of poor overtime workers, seeing how they look like, they spent at least one night last night…

< p>Qiao blew a whistle. When Tifa was still a trainee judge, she often went home with a huge amount of files to work overtime and stay up late. Joe was not surprised at the embarrassment of these bad luck eggs.

More than a hundred well-dressed waiters and maids are busy in the club. They are sorting out the tablecloths on the dining table and spreading them neat and tidy. Each pattern follows the same angle and the same direction.

Similarly, all the tableware on the table, those cups, dishes, as well as knives and forks, wine glasses, etc., the position, angle, and even pattern orientation of these utensils on the table must be exactly the same…this It creates a rigid but relaxed and joyful beauty of order.

Just like the impression that the Durham Empire gave to the outside world, it was stereotyped and extremely orderly.

Close to the gate, a middle-aged man with his hands behind his back and supervising the work of the waiters and maids heard Joes whistle. He turned around and took a serious look at Joe, his eyes quickly Passing the Hydra badge on Joe’s collar, as well as the shiny medals of merit hanging on his left chest.

“His Excellency Joe Jon Vito, the Hyderabad Judicial Club welcomes you… Your presence will make the Judicial Club flourish.” The middle-aged man straightened his body and told Joe A very standard warm smile appeared.

“You booked a breakfast seat…didn’t expect you to come so early!” The middle-aged man smiled and bowed slightly to Qiao: “I am Roy, the duty manager of the Justice Club. Daum, please…here!”

Little Roy smiled and stretched out his hand for guidance.

Joe shrugged,’hehe’ laughed.

Yesterday, Qiao sent someone to book a breakfast table. But he really didn’t expect that this judicial club was out of the ordinary as rumored, and the little manager Roy recognized himself as soon as he met.

“Ah, I came a little earlier, but I am in a good mood, so a little earlier, it is also as it should be by rights… Well, I heard that the great characters of the Imperial Capital judicial circle, Most likely will come to you for breakfast or have a cup of morning tea?”

Little Roy smiled implicitly: “You came to Imperial Capital for the first time, but you are well informed. Thats right, many honorable lords, they Before going to the office, I like to read the newspaper here, exchange a few words with old friends, have a drink at the same time, or have breakfast here.”

Little Roy looked at Joe and looked I scanned the Golden-bright and dazzling Imperial Family Hydra badge again, and then glanced at the trainee judge who was sitting at the dining table shivering and yawning, but still insisting on sitting there: “Here we are, chance A lot!”

Joe smiled.

Little Roy laughed too.

Led by Little Roy, Joe came to the middle of the lobby on the first floor, and took a seat at a square dining table with Lan Hibiscus, Lan Kikyo and Mr. Skins.

Several trainee judges were holding coffee cups in both hands, staring wide-eyed, looking at the Level 3 police rank on Joes shoulder in disbelief, and the Hydra badge on his collar, and his left Several merit medals worn on the chest.

They looked at the “gorgeous props” on Joe, and looked down at the white robe of the trainee judge on their body. The eyes of several young people could not help being filled with envy, jealousy, and It is a complex emotion of confusion.

Because of Tifa’s relationship, Joe is also full of natural goodwill for the profession of trainee judge.

He laughed towards a few young people who kept looking at him, then flipped through the menu open on the table, calmly and calmly ordered a lot of food according to his appetite and hobby.

“By the way, Im still on vacation today, and Im really in a good mood… So, even though its morning, I still have a good bottle of gold label rum bar… Um, do you have a gold-labeled rum with rosettes here?”

Joe cast a subtle look at little Roy: “I heard that there are gold-labeled rosettes. Rum is the best rum on the market!”

Little Roy stayed for a while, and then lowered his voice: “You are a real expert, of course… if you need it, we It can be provided here, but…”

Joe and Little Roy met each other, and then they realized that the other person was the right person, so they both laughed at the same time.

Joes idea is that the gold-labeled rum with the rosette print is a smuggled product sold by Vito… Just like the Tomahawk restaurant in Ruhr, Joe also wants to give I have opened up some channels for my own business.

I’ve confirmed that there is smuggled rum from Vito’s house, so let’s talk a lot!

And little Roy is sure, Joe is here to dine, not to detect smuggled goods-this is the judicial club, smuggled rum from the port of Tulum appeared here, it is true It’s kind of subtle, isn’t it?

He confirmed that Joe really, just wanted a good bottle of wine, then Joe is the VIP guest of the club, there is nothing to worry about!

While Joe was holding a wine glass and slowly tasting the wine, the door of the Judicial Club opened continuously, and the daily morning life of the Judicial Club kicked off.

The fireplace makes the temperature in the lobby rise rapidly, and the lobby on the first floor gradually becomes lively, but not noisy.

The waiters and maids ran briskly between the tables like butterflies in flowers. Well-dressed gentlemen, sitting at the dining table, or having breakfast, or tasting fragrant tea or coffee, some were holding the newspaper they just delivered to read carefully, and some were greeted with nearby friends, joking and laughing, communicate with.

The trainee judges who were still yawning just now, as if they had been beaten up with blood, eagerly approached a few middle-aged man and talked seriously.

One of the lucky ones was allowed to sit down at the table, so his face was flushed with excitement, and he was talking endlessly.

Some people were rejected cleanly by seemingly polite but indifferent words. They accompanied them with a smiling face, bowed back cautiously, returned to their seats and waited patiently. One candidate, the next opportunity.

Qiao was drinking wine, carefully tasting all kinds of expressions in the lobby, and observing everyone’s every move.

His eyebrows are slightly hot and hot. In the words and deeds of these people, he seems to have learned a lot, but he seems to have not caught anything… This is a very Wonderful feeling.

The door of the club was pushed open again, wearing a conservative formal attire, wrapped in a bearskin coat, and wearing a black bearskin hat, Justice Weilun chuckled and strode. Walked into the judicial club.

“It’s really terrible weather, Old Partners, don’t you think?” Justice Weilun yelled when he walked into the club lobby.