In the cold and damp sewer, a man in a black poncho was holding on to the wall and walking forward. His steps were slow and heavy, and his body was exuding terrible heat.
A normal person with a body temperature of 40 degrees would feel feverish, but his body temperature was already approaching 70 degrees.
As he walked, the man in the poncho finally became overwhelmed and fell to the ground.
"No... there is another one... no..."
His words to himself were almost squeezed out from between his teeth, with strong hatred. The man in the poncho lay on the ground and waited for a long time before he had some strength and stood up again.
The losses caused by overloading are still too serious.
Standing up while holding on to the wall, the poncho man was stunned. With the blessing of night vision, he could clearly see a figure standing not far in front of him.
His heart tightened, and the poncho man subconsciously prepared to attack, but he quickly saw the identity of the other party: "...is it you?"
"How's it going?"
The other party's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, and had undergone a certain degree of deformation and distortion.
The man in the poncho gritted his teeth: "I followed what you said and attacked him in a test, but that Vin Noyes blocked my spell. You didn't tell me that he is a powerful extraordinary person. If he catches up,
I……"
"You don't have to be so afraid. Don't forget that you shouldn't be afraid of those extraordinary people now."
The poncho man shook his head: "I have completed the task according to your request, and you should also fulfill your promise."
"There is the last one left, right?" The figure slowly approached, "Don't worry, Bell Thabit is under the protection of the Suzheng Bureau. Although you are powerful, it is impossible to break through the Suzheng Bureau's security to kill people.
Easy."
The poncho man was anxious: "You want to regret it?!"
"No, I just hope you make more preparations." The other party reassured, "The two people you captured can just be used as materials for upgrading, right?"
"You...what other tricks do you have up to you?"
"A trick? No, Mr. Wensley, this is a great technology that can heal the gap between people, but it just needs to pay... a price."
The withered face under the poncho is none other than the "criminal" in the prisoner abuse case 17 years ago, the prisoner who escaped from Casper 12 years ago, James Wensley.
James closed his eyes and looked at the figure for a long time:
"According to what you said, as long as I can get revenge, it's not a big deal to become a monster."
"Very good, you are much more enlightened than him." The other party said in a satisfied tone, "However, I still have to correct you. You will not become a monster, you will become a pioneer of the new era."
The other party stretched out his hand and handed over an injection. James gritted his teeth, took the injection, and stuck it in his neck.
With the injection of the potion, James' body temperature gradually returned to normal, but he also gradually lost strength and fell to the ground.
"The overload problem still needs to be solved..."
The other party muttered to himself, clapped his hands gently, and a strong man walked out of the turning corner not far away and picked James up.
"Go back, remember to erase all traces, and don't let the people from the Suzheng Bureau catch up."
…
I got out of bed and followed Wein to get up and leave the ward. Outside was an office with white as the main color and the layout was similar to the doctor's clinic in the hospital in my previous life.
Sitting in front of the desk is a young lady with good looks and long brown hair tied into a bun. Her emerald green eyes are hidden behind gold-rimmed glasses and she is focused on the book in front of her. She is wearing a white women's shirt and
The beige vest with few creases gives the whole person a shrewd and capable aura.
The lady noticed the two people walking out of the ward and looked up: "How do you feel now?"
"My head hurts a little, and I feel a little dizzy." Liang said honestly.
"A slight concussion does not require special treatment. Just rest for a while. I will give you some special ointment, which will make you recover faster."
"Uh, okay."
Wein walked between the two of them and introduced: "This is Dr. Windy Yousefka, one of Kaspers's best personal physicians and an alchemist."
Alchemist? Leon couldn't help but look at Wyndney a few more times.
He remembered that Professor Carlson Mensis, who performed the autopsy on the Imperial Envoy in the morning, was also an alchemist.
Wein said: "Don't be confused. Among doctors, chemists and craftsmen, alchemists are not uncommon. Most of them will learn some alchemy by themselves, but the focus is different. Dr. Yousefka is good at magic.
The medicine is made."
Windney pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses: "Mr. Noyes, now that the treatment is complete, I think it's time for you to pay the consultation fee."
"It's really hurtful to drive someone away so quickly." Wein took out a gold coin and put it on the desk, "By the way, I have something to ask."
"Please, I'll answer according to the situation."
Windney's voice was cold, and she seemed to be a very rational person.
"I know that there are some small circles among extraordinary people, and the alchemists of Caspars are no exception. You will meet regularly to share materials and exchange research results, right?" Wein drew a picture in the air with his hand.
Circle, "I would like to ask, are there any alchemists in your circle who are obsessed with human body modification?"
"There is no such person." Windney said, "Human body modification belongs to the alchemy of life. Since the Russell School was exiled, the alchemy of life has also been banned. We alchemists just want to carry out our own work quietly.
We don’t want to attract the attention of the Sovereign Bureau for research, so even if alchemists who refine life come to visit us, we will not accept them.”
"Oh, are there any particularly powerful alchemists among you?"
"In the party, we will hide our true identities and use code names. This will avoid a lot of trouble, so I don't know the status of other members." Wyndney paused, "However, from my personal point of view, the code name is 'Professor'
'That member is far superior to the others in both theory and technology."
Professor...Leon immediately thought of Carlson Mensis. He was a professor at Casper University School of Medicine. Could it be him?
Wait, medical school... Ian Motierre, who helped James escape, also taught here!
Wei Yin touched his chin: "Very valuable information, thank you very much."
"No need to thank you. I hope you can leave as soon as possible. It's already past my business hours." Windney pointed at the clock with an expressionless face - it was past 10 p.m.
"Goodbye then."
After leaving the house, Liang found that the street scene outside looked very familiar...
Isn't this Gryphon Street?
"Yousefka Clinic is on the same street as my office, but it is located at a prime location at the intersection, while I found a location in the middle."
"I've never noticed it before..." This direction is completely opposite to the market direction that Leon often goes to. He has never set foot here before.
"In addition to clinics, offices, and law firms on this street, it can be said to have formed an industrial chain." Wei Yin said with a smile, "For example, ask me to catch the mistress, then beat the mistress and throw her into the clinic.
Finally, find a lawyer to file for divorce."
"hehe."
"Anyway, let's go back first. It's hard not to feel tired after running around for a day."
…
The next day, Kaspas Solemnity Bureau Headquarters.
The headquarters of Su Zheng Bureau is a high-rise building that is somewhat similar to the commercial building in its previous life. Compared with the classical-style city hall located three streets away, Su Zheng Bureau's building has a more modern feel.
It is indeed an organization that can issue "mobile phones" to specialists.
Although following Wei Yin, Liang also remained vigilant. After all, he was still a "criminal" and his identity card was fake. If he was discovered, he would be in trouble.
As soon as they entered the lobby on the first floor of the Solemnity Bureau, the two happened to encounter the commissioners gathered together and lining up. In the center of the lobby, a middle-aged man with a strong build and square appearance in uniform was lecturing angrily.
"...No matter what means are used, the murderer must be captured as soon as possible! In just one day, he not only assassinated the imperial minister, but also attacked Caspers Prison. What will he do today? Blow up the city hall.
Or take my head?"
Wayne raised his chin: "This is Jefferson Barlock, Director of the Solemnity Bureau."
"Well, I can see..." Liang saw that the director's shoulder badge was plain and simple, it was the golden badge of the Sovereign Bureau. Only people like the director who represent the Sovereign Bureau are qualified to wear it.
The director continued to speak for nearly five minutes, most of which were in the official tone that Liang had heard in his previous life, similar to "You must work hard, have a correct attitude, be ideologically aware, and speed up the speed of solving cases", with few words that were actually useful.
"Do you think he talks a lot of nonsense?" Wei Yin saw what Li Ang was thinking and smiled, "This director is from the Legal Affairs Department, not the Technology Department. He is a doer in the Execution Department. I want him to propose practical and effective action plans.
It's a bit difficult. But, what the Legal Affairs Department is best at is 'guiding' the work of other departments."
"No wonder..."
Leon also noticed that there were some reporters around the hall, some were writing furiously with pens and paper, and some were taking pictures with cameras. "The assassination of the imperial minister" would obviously be the front-page news in the next few days.
"Disband!"
Following the order, the commissioners left each other, while the newspaper reporters took the opportunity to surround the director, and asked questions one after another:
"What was the cause of death of the imperial envoy?"
"Who killed the imperial envoy? Is it related to the Grand Duke?"
“Will this affect support for Kaspers in the Central Region?”
Wei Yin slapped Leon: "Stop reading. If you keep reading, you will be interviewed. Do you want to be in the newspaper?"
"Forget it..." It would be bad if someone who knew the original owner saw his photo in the newspaper.
Bypassing the reporters, Leon saw two acquaintances, one was Marshall who was hostile to Wein, and the other was Zoe.
Wein waved, and the two of them noticed him at the same time. Marshall's face darkened, he snorted and turned away, while Zoe walked over quickly.
"Your investigation is very effective, and we have obtained a lot of clues." Zoe went straight to the point, "Currently, we have confirmed that the attack on Caspars Prison and the murder of the Imperial Envoy were carried out by the same person. It is most likely that you think it was the same person.
James Wensley."
"Ha, 'most likely', this is an insult to me."
Zoe ignored Wein's trash talk: "Besides, there was something wrong with our investigation."
"oh?"
"One of the members of the same team of Wilson Swift and James Wensley back then, Bell Thabeet, the current president of Thabeet Bank, was taken to the Suppression Bureau for questioning and protection. However, Alfred K.
Ross disappeared two days ago, along with retired judicial officer Feynman Gilness, who was in charge of the trial of the prisoner abuse case that year."
"Missing, this is not a good sign."
"Yes, I suspect that they have encountered a murderer. If this is the case, James Wensley is most likely the murderer. We have launched a wanted arrest for James Wensley, although the charge at this stage is only for escaping from prison.
"
Wine turned to ask: "So, have you found Ian Motierre, the former university lecturer who assisted James in escaping from prison?"
"No, he has disappeared since he resigned from medical school." Zoe paused, "But we found someone related to him-"
"Carlson Mensis, Professor Mensis was Ian's mentor when he was still in medical school."