Chapter 64 Heimerdinger
The next day, Piltover University, Hextech Institute.
When Caitlin came here yesterday, she was still full of energy and fighting spirit. Just like the protagonist in a passionate story, she was firmly pursuing her dream.
But when she revisited the place today, her face was filled with haggardness and fatigue.
Because Caitlyn tried, in the way of a law enforcer.
Including her mother, she has visited six of the highest councilors of the Piltover Council.
But those congressmen who usually talk about law and justice in public and wish all citizens would come and listen to them were quieter than the Busan Library at this moment.
They either kept silent, or smiled perfunctorily, or politely said they had something to do and sent Caitlin away as soon as they met, or simply received the news in advance and did not even let Caitlin through the gate of the family manor.
Caitlin finally realized how weak her power as a mere law enforcement officer was after losing her family's support.
And her last hope is only:
The founder of Piltover, president of Piltover University, great inventor, Yodel, Supreme Councilor of Parliament, Professor Heimerdinger.
He is an extraordinary immortal, a magical creature from the spiritual realm, and material wealth has no meaning to him.
Therefore, all the intrigues in Piltover have nothing to do with this yordle. The huge network of interests hidden under Piltover has absolutely nothing to do with him.
Therefore, Heimerdinger is the one who has the greatest hope of standing up and upholding justice for the people of the Twin Cities.
However……
"Professor Heimerdinger, can I come in?" When Caitlin knocked on Heimerdinger's office door, the reply she got was:
"Ah... who are you?" A somewhat .
"Caitlin Gilamanne," Caitlin answered.
"Caitlyn... um, I'm not here... ahem, no... Professor Heimerdinger is out. I'm just his assistant."
Caitlin: “…”
"Professor, I recognize your voice... We have met many times, don't you remember?"
She sighed helplessly and pushed the door open rudely.
As soon as the door was pushed open, she saw a tiny Yodel trying to climb out by standing on tiptoe and clinging to the window sill.
Because his head was too big, it got stuck in the window.
"Professor..." Caitlin sighed in disappointment: "Even you are hiding from me? I thought you would be different."
Heimerdinger paused when he heard this, and after hesitating for a few seconds, he finally turned around with an embarrassed expression.
With his white eyebrows and beard, he looks like an old man, but the Yodel's naturally small stature, pointed ears, cat nose, and big, clear eyes make him look as cute as a kitten.
Looking at such a pair of eyes, Caitlin suddenly felt a little guilty.
Perhaps her mother had only taught her those bright and beautiful stories and never told her those dark and cruel truths, because she didn't want to pollute her still pure eyes with these dirty and sordid things too early?
"I'm sorry, Professor."
"I am sorry for causing you trouble."
Heimerdinger only wants to study science and does not want to study human relationships or vested interests.
Caitlin really made things difficult for him by throwing such a big trouble in front of him.
"But Professor Heimerdinger, I really don't have any other options except you now."
Caitlin took out the documents she had prepared in an almost pleading tone:
"Professor, please take a look."
"Sigh..." Heimerdinger sighed deeply.
He sat back at his desk with his short legs stretched out, and with a serious expression and a serious posture, he finally showed some of the demeanor of an elder.
"I won't read the materials. I know why you are here, little Caitlin."
"Those who informed me that you might be coming told me everything about Marcos and the Iron Fist Gang."
"Then?" Caitlin still had a last glimmer of expectation.
She had the impression that Heimerdinger was a pure and kind person. And he was indeed so.
When a good person sees this dirty and disgusting scene, shouldn't he try to change it?
But Heimerdinger's response was: "I'm sorry, little Caitlyn."
He lowered his head in shame, not daring to look at her: "I will not sign this investigation order."
"Professor!" Caitlin still wanted to fight for it.
“It doesn’t make sense.” Heimerdinger sighed and interrupted her. “You know what? It doesn’t make sense.”
"Why is it meaningless!" Caitlin said angrily.
Heimerdinger asked, "Why did you ask me to sign the investigation order? Is there any difference between my signature and others'?"
"Of course it's different—you're a councillor!"
"Is it really different to be a councillor?" Heimerdinger recalled calmly, "We Yordles don't like politics, but I was the Supreme Councillor of Piltover for 300 years after all, and I have dealt with every major family that ruled Piltover."
"In the past 300 years, I have learned at least one thing—"
“It is not the title that gives people power, but people who give meaning to titles.”
He paused for a moment, then looked at Caitlin helplessly: "Yes, I am a member of parliament. As long as I sign my name on this paper, this investigation order will become a legally binding official document."
"But even with this investigation order, the order still needs to be carried out by people."
"Little Caitlin, who do you think will come to help you execute this investigation order now?"
Caitlin felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar and was silent for a moment.
Yes, even if the investigation warrant is approved, it should theoretically be executed by law enforcement officers.
But now the members of parliament have collectively stated that Marcos, the leader of the Piltover law enforcement officers, is a corrupt cop himself... Even if there is an investigation warrant, which law enforcement officer dares to investigate him?
This investigation order is completely meaningless.
But Caitlin still foolishly clung to her dream of being a law enforcement officer and her ridiculous legal procedures.
"No... this isn't meaningless!"
Caitlin clenched her fists silently.
Even though she has hit such a wall, her blood is still hot.
She still wanted to fight, even if she was alone: "Heimerdinger, please sign this investigation order!"
"I don't believe that with so many law enforcement officers in Piltover, there won't be a few principled and upright people of justice. Even if they are unwilling to stand up and help me, I will continue investigating alone!"
"Because I am... the law enforcer of Piltover!"
Caitlin's blood was boiling, and in a trance even the air around her became warm.
Then……
Heimerdinger poured a bucket of cold water on her: "Catlin, I won't sign it."
"It's no use signing it."
"How will you know it's useless if you don't try it?" Caitlin asked excitedly, "Professor Heimerdinger, just trust me this once..."
“I tried,” Heimerdinger said suddenly.
"Why?"
"I said, I tried," Heimerdinger emphasized.
Then, he suddenly asked, "Caitlin, do you think your mother is a good person?"
Caitlin hesitated.
Before yesterday, she would have said yes without hesitation.
But last night, when her mother revealed her true side as a big businessman... that cold tone that treated people as tools, parts, and even commodities, and measured everything by profit, made Caitlin feel extremely unfamiliar.
Is her mother really a good person?
"I don't know now, but she must have been before."
Heimerdinger looked at Caitlyn with deep emotion, as if he wanted to see the shadow of her mother in her young face:
“About 20 years ago, it was also in this office.”
"At that time, your mother was about the same age as you are now. She was still a child. Like you, she came to me with a stack of investigation materials and made similar requests to me."
"I didn't agree to it at the time—"
"Because, whether it's you or your mother... in Piltover's not-so-long 300-year history, you are not the first person to think this way and dare to do this."
"What you want to try has already been tried by others."
Heimerdinger couldn't help but show a look of emotion on his face that only the immortals could understand:
"Human beings always repeat their history."
