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Chapter 560 - 554, Police Inquiry (First Update)_1

Chapter 560: 554, Police Inquiry (First Update)_1

The autumn rain in Amsterdam, Netherlands, continued to patter down, making the rainy Dutch landscape even more romantic. The surrounding medieval-style houses were visible everywhere, and the balconies of residences brimmed with homegrown plants and flowers, while at the roadside, large stretches of tulips flourished.

Ren He, carrying his cello case, ambled along the road back to the hotel, with not many pedestrians on the streets.

At that moment, the sound of police sirens, growing from distant to near, wailed through the air, as though something serious had happened.

Just as a police car zoomed past Ren He, he happened to pass by a small coffee shop preparing to close for the day. It was deemed small because it was just a tiny window by the roadside. In Europe, many such small coffee shops thrived, particularly popular in Italy, a country almost synonymous with coffee.

Sometimes, the best coffee came from these small shops, a fact Ren He had heard about. Silently watching the police cars heading towards Park Building Hotel, he turned to the owner and asked, "Are you still selling coffee?"

The owner, a middle-aged Dutch man, was momentarily taken aback by the question and then chuckled, "Yes, what would you like?"

Ren He seemed to recall someone saying that black coffee was quite enjoyable if savored properly—he wasn’t too sure, "A cup of black coffee, please."

The owner washed his hands and got busy again. The coffee grinder whirred back to life, and Ren He stood at the roadside waiting.

"Are you in the Netherlands to study music?" the owner struck up a conversation with Ren He, and it seemed like they were the only two left on the street.

"Yes," Ren He nodded, "here to study music."

"When I was young, I also wanted to study music. I wanted to learn piano but ended up quitting halfway. You must persevere, young man," the owner said while working, "There was a girl playing the violin outside my shop a while back, and she was so good. Listening to her play every day makes me want to pick up the piano again..."

Ren He didn’t know why he was chatting so much with this middle-aged Dutch coffee shop owner, but after a battle, he felt the need to unwind a bit.

He thought for a moment and said, "It’s not too late to start again now."

"Haha, really?" The owner seemed a bit cheered by Ren He’s words. Just then, three police cars sped by, and he suddenly expressed concern, "I wonder what happened. A customer just told me that those three loud bangs earlier weren’t thunder but the sound of a sniper rifle..."

The sound of a sniper rifle was loud, and it was only about 200 meters from the hotel where Ren He had fired to here, so it was perfectly normal that they could hear it.

"A sniper rifle? Really?" Ren He feigned surprise as he asked. Once his Master Level Acting Skill was in play, ordinary people would struggle to distinguish truth from pretense...

"I can’t believe the safety in Amsterdam has deteriorated to the point where sniper rifles appear on the streets," the owner mused, "But you rest assured, young man. Study your music in Amsterdam in peace. Incidents like these are rare, don’t be frightened."

Ren He chuckled inwardly, obviously unafraid because the three shots had been fired by him. Yet the odd sense of being comforted by a stranger wasn’t too bad...

At that moment, Ren He’s black coffee was ready. The owner handed it to him and, on a whim, asked, "Would you play me a piece on the cello, this cup of coffee is on the house?"

Ren He thought it over and realized he had to refuse. What cello was there in his case? If he pulled out a sniper rifle instead, wouldn’t the owner be scared to death?

Better not!

Ren He was now in the Netherlands, and probably no one knew that this ordinary-looking student was actually the daredevil who had ambushed the CIA. This feeling was somewhat like that of a knight-errant in a martial arts novel, who completes his mission and vanishes into obscurity, concealing his skills and fame.

He walked back, taking a sip of black coffee...

Pfft!

How bitter?!

Ren He felt a pang of annoyance at that moment. Was this the legendary black coffee that’s supposed to taste great when savored slowly? Why did it taste like this?

He was indeed a common man, unable to appreciate such things. He might as well stick to instant coffee...

Ren He’s emotions had been fluctuating after the fight, and walking in the rain was meant to help him adjust his mindset. Now, all his problems were solved by the black coffee. He only remembered that black coffee really wasn’t for him; everything else was thrown to the back of his mind.

By now, the police had probably cordoned off the Park Building Hotel. Ren He casually found another upscale hotel nearby, checked in, placed his cello case in the room, and hung a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door before heading out.

He still needed to return to the Park Building Hotel. If he didn’t go back now, should Chen Da and the others report him missing after such a dangerous incident, it would indeed be problematic.

Ren He did not want his identity recorded at the police station. Any trace, however minor, could become a clue for the CIA.

When he returned to the hotel, as expected, many police cars were already parked outside. The hotel manager was in the lobby cooperating with the investigation, while medical personnel were carrying out stretchers with bodies covered in white sheets. These people were truly dead, beyond the possibility of resuscitation.

The medics were somewhat shocked at the extent of the injuries on the bodies; it was rare for them to handle gunshot wounds from sniper rifles...

All the hotel guests were gathered in the lobby, awaiting the police’s investigation and evidence collection, such as inquiring if anyone had heard anything or seen any suspicious individuals.

For this reason, the hotel had prepared many snacks and refreshments for everyone, fearing that the guests might develop a bad impression of the hotel because of the incident.

When Ren He returned to the hotel, a perimeter police officer gave him a suspicious look and was about to interrogate him when Chen Da and the other students in the lobby waved to Ren He, "Ren He, over here!"

They had already been through the interrogation. The police knew that they had a drama competition participant who had gone out and now returned, so with his identity verified, there was no further scrutiny.

The fact was that today’s case was too big, and the officers responding to the call understood that this case would surely be transferred to other departments with higher authority.

Some people might think that the police in foreign countries are much better, their sky much bluer, their air much fresher, but Ren He didn’t think so. In his previous life, a rape case in a small English town shocked the world; it was due to police negligence. A little girl went to report a crime, and instead, the police claimed she was selling her body and warned them not to report to the police again.

What use is such a police force? Foreign skies are not necessarily bluer than China’s, nor is the air necessarily fresher.

Ren He stood among his classmates, listening to them discuss the night’s events at the hotel, his mood unfazed.