Chapter: 3121
"I've heard of it." The bartender replied while wiping the glass.
Xio's eyes, which were looking at the table top of the bar, raised a little bit.
She looked at the bartender and said, "Where did you hear that?"
"A guest came here before, and he drank very sparingly." The bartender said indifferently, "I promoted our special bartending to him, and he said he still had something to do, so he could only drink a glass of beer. I praised him A few words, and asked him where he was from, he said, Utopia."
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Wendell had just finished his breakfast when he heard the doorbell ring.
Through the cat's eyes, he saw a policeman in a black and white checkered uniform outside, and opened the door with some doubts.
"Excuse me, what's the matter?" Wendell asked politely.
This house was the residence he was assigned after he came to Backlund, because he will settle in this metropolis for a long time and accept internal review and status monitoring.
The policeman was still very young, a little green, in his early twenties.
He smiled and said to Wendell: "Hello, I'm Byers, a policeman. I have a case and I want you to testify in court."
"What case?" Wendell frowned slightly.
The young policeman named Byers said with a polite smile, "Utopia's Trish murder case."
"..." Wendell's pupils dilated instantly.
At this moment, Wendell only felt that his calf was shaking slightly, as if he could no longer support the weight of his body.
After leaving Utopia, he had foreseen the worst outcome, which would be a sudden sudden death one day for no reason.
However, he never expected that he would meet people from Utopia in the real metropolis of Backlund.
And more importantly, the visitor also invited him to go to Utopia again.
For Wendell, this was an extremely terrifying nightmare. He did not collapse on the spot and he was considered to have a good psychological quality.
Maintaining his basic composure, Wendell squeezed out a embarrassed expression and said: "I have a lot of things recently..."
The policeman named Byers immediately said: "The court will be held in two weeks, and this is the relevant document."
As he spoke, he handed the document in his hand to Wendell.
Frankly speaking, Wendell didn't want to pick it up at all, but he had to.
Byers then took a step back: "This is a lady's future at stake, and I sincerely hope you will testify in court."
"It depends..." Wendell neither wanted to agree nor dared to refuse.
Byers didn't say much, and bowed and said, "I will wait for you in Utopia, and I hope to have the opportunity to see you again."
After speaking, he turned around, left the house, and entered the street.
Throughout the process, Wendell seemed to have been frozen and turned into a statue, standing there without blinking.
After more than ten seconds, he seemed to finally wake up from the nightmare, and his body fell to the side a little weakly, and he propped his right hand against the door.
Just now, he was so scared, afraid that Byers would forcibly bring him back to the non-existent Utopia. JrNovels.com
Xio's eyes, which were looking at the table top of the bar, raised a little bit.
She looked at the bartender and said, "Where did you hear that?"
"A guest came here before, and he drank very sparingly." The bartender said indifferently, "I promoted our special bartending to him, and he said he still had something to do, so he could only drink a glass of beer. I praised him A few words, and asked him where he was from, he said, Utopia."
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Wendell had just finished his breakfast when he heard the doorbell ring.
Through the cat's eyes, he saw a policeman in a black and white checkered uniform outside, and opened the door with some doubts.
"Excuse me, what's the matter?" Wendell asked politely.
This house was the residence he was assigned after he came to Backlund, because he will settle in this metropolis for a long time and accept internal review and status monitoring.
The policeman was still very young, a little green, in his early twenties.
He smiled and said to Wendell: "Hello, I'm Byers, a policeman. I have a case and I want you to testify in court."
"What case?" Wendell frowned slightly.
The young policeman named Byers said with a polite smile, "Utopia's Trish murder case."
"..." Wendell's pupils dilated instantly.
At this moment, Wendell only felt that his calf was shaking slightly, as if he could no longer support the weight of his body.
After leaving Utopia, he had foreseen the worst outcome, which would be a sudden sudden death one day for no reason.
However, he never expected that he would meet people from Utopia in the real metropolis of Backlund.
And more importantly, the visitor also invited him to go to Utopia again.
For Wendell, this was an extremely terrifying nightmare. He did not collapse on the spot and he was considered to have a good psychological quality.
Maintaining his basic composure, Wendell squeezed out a embarrassed expression and said: "I have a lot of things recently..."
The policeman named Byers immediately said: "The court will be held in two weeks, and this is the relevant document."
As he spoke, he handed the document in his hand to Wendell.
Frankly speaking, Wendell didn't want to pick it up at all, but he had to.
Byers then took a step back: "This is a lady's future at stake, and I sincerely hope you will testify in court."
"It depends..." Wendell neither wanted to agree nor dared to refuse.
Byers didn't say much, and bowed and said, "I will wait for you in Utopia, and I hope to have the opportunity to see you again."
After speaking, he turned around, left the house, and entered the street.
Throughout the process, Wendell seemed to have been frozen and turned into a statue, standing there without blinking.
After more than ten seconds, he seemed to finally wake up from the nightmare, and his body fell to the side a little weakly, and he propped his right hand against the door.
Just now, he was so scared, afraid that Byers would forcibly bring him back to the non-existent Utopia. JrNovels.com
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