Flynn Morris threw a parabola, tossing the milk bag into the trash can, "How was the person caught?"
"It's quite a coincidence," Xiao Ding said. "The guy living above Cyril Atkins committed a minor offense. The police went to arrest him, and Cyril Atkins thought they were there for him. He was spotted trying to escape through a window, and the police found it suspicious, so they caught him. When they checked, they found the warrant we had issued."
It really was effortless gain.
Xiao Ding reflected, "Sure enough, what goes around comes around, and no one can escape their fate."
Flynn Morris didn't believe in fate.
It was too coincidental, abnormal.
He made a phone call, "I, Flynn Morris."
The captain of the police brigade in Recton's jurisdiction, Christian Flores, was a classmate of Flynn's at the police academy.
"I know it's you," Christian knew he would call. "Go ahead, what do you want to check?"
"The guy living above Cyril Atkins."
