Seeing such a modern electronic product being taken out by Wein in an understatement, Leon was dumbfounded.
What about the first half of the 20th century? Even Winston Churchill couldn’t get his hands on a smartphone!
"Don't be too surprised. I know that you time travelers have a bit of a 'stereotype' about our world. You have determined that our technological level should correspond to a certain period of history in your hometown, so when something like this appears,
, you can't hide the shock on your face." Wei Yin skillfully slid open the phone, "By the way, we call this thing a 'communication terminal', don't call it wrong."
"it……"
"You can't play games, watch operas, or take photos or videos. You can only receive messages and make over-the-horizon calls - the signal is not good if the distance is too close. In addition, it can also be connected to the database of the Su Zheng Bureau.
Query internal information." Wei Yin raised his head, his black eyes illuminated by the dim light of the mobile phone, no, the communication terminal.
"Don't worry, just about anyone on the road can take out these things. Basically, only people in the official bureau will use them." Wei Yin shook the communication terminal, "Special channels can't be used, any communication terminal that is separated from the commissioner.
, in the words of a fellow countryman of yours, 'it will explode automatically after 10 seconds of separation between man and machine'. Mine was also issued by the Suzheng Bureau, as a non-staff member."
"Okay...you just said it can query internal information?"
"Yes, so if you want a suitable identity for you, you only need to enter your ID number. You can tell at a glance whether it is true or false."
Li Ang was speechless: "Why hasn't the Suzheng Bureau implemented this kind of thing on a large scale?"
"I don't know. The Suzheng Bureau has always been conservative. They have a lot of very good technologies, but they basically don't announce them to the outside world."
Hiss...could it be made from the knowledge squeezed from the brains of the fellow villagers they captured?
This terrifying guess made Leon swallow his saliva.
At this time, the communication terminal vibrates.
"Oh, there's news." Wei Yin slid his finger, "Very good, your ID badge and seal are all there. He will send them over when they are ready."
This speed shocked Leon: "So fast...wait, didn't you mean to find someone from the black market to do it? Why does he have a communication terminal?"
"The black market cannot be inhabited, and black market traders have to be born outside by their mothers."
Ignoring this rubbish, Liang quickly came up with an idea: "...Is he a person who is serious about the situation?"
Wei Yin snapped his fingers: "Yes, there are scum within every organization, and the Suppression Bureau is no exception. I quite like dealing with these scum, but our friendship may not be recognized by the senior officials of the Suppression Bureau."
No wonder Weiin said that the forged ID cards and seals were exactly the same as those produced by the official government. It turned out that they were made by people within the official government!
Putting away the communication terminal, Wei Yin stood up: "Now that the contract is signed and your identity certificate is in place, let's simply arrange your accommodation."
"As you can see, the first floor is the living room and study room. Well, that study room will be your office from now on. The other room is the same as I said before. There is nothing there, so you can use it."
"The second floor is the guest room, bathroom, kitchen and dining room. I don't use the facilities very much. If you want to use them, you can use them by yourself. You don't have to worry about electricity and water bills. I will pay for living expenses, but you have to do the grocery shopping, cooking and cleaning.
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"The third floor is my territory. You are not allowed to enter at ordinary times, otherwise...hey. But generally speaking, the rooms you are not allowed to enter are locked, so you don't have to worry about entering by mistake-unless you want to enter on purpose.
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"As for the basement, it is used for storing sundries. You can use it as you like. Just don't mess with the things that have been put away."
Can't go to the third floor? Leon glanced at Wei Yin secretly. Could it be some classic scene? The employer is actually a beautiful girl disguised as a man, right?
"You look suspicious, do you need me to show you my chest?"
"This...that's not necessary."
"Very good. As for the work content, you already know it."
"So my job is to do housework?" Leon sighed, "Let's make it clear, about entrustment... you didn't mention your series of titles before? What about disaster scholar, exorcist?
Kind of."
"Private detectives, consultants, historians, catastrophe scholars, exorcists, and secret investigators." Wein lay back and leaned on the back of the sofa. "As far as I know, there is no such thing in your world.
Extraordinary power that definitely exists, so you should know what the first three titles mean, and the focus is on the last three titles."
"That's right."
"In our world, extraordinary powers do exist, and things like evil spirits, ghosts, and ghosts also exist. Such existences, as well as the various phenomena they cause, are defined as 'disasters' by Su Zheng Bureau."
"The so-called disaster scholars, as the name suggests, are experts who investigate and study these 'disasters', that is, people like me."
Wei Yin pointed at himself and continued:
"As for exorcists, they actually have the same origin as disaster scholars, except that disaster scholars focus on 'studying the causes of problems,' while exorcists focus on 'solving the root causes of problems.'"
Liang understood, but Wein added two titles to himself at the same time, which means that he is both an expert in researching problems and a master in solving problems?
"As for the secret case investigators... the Su Zheng Bureau is responsible for handling a series of extraordinary incidents, but their manpower is not rich. They have to personally solve some serious cases. For small matters that do not have serious consequences, the Su Zheng Bureau prefers
Because it is outsourced to trustworthy civilians, that is, investigators like us, the secret case is actually the official name of the extraordinary incident."
In this way, Leon distinguished these three titles in his own way: disaster scholar is a master's degree, exorcist is a professional master, and secret case investigator is a job.
"Looking at your expression, I should understand, so continue. Although the probability of ordinary people encountering extraordinary events is very small, small does not mean that there is no chance. Victims of extraordinary events appear every day, and most of them will choose to report to the official
Ask for help, and some choose to ask people to investigate privately - usually powerful people who have done shady things.
"Many times, even the victims themselves cannot confirm whether extraordinary powers were involved in their encounters. In this case, the city police force will contact trusted investigators and ask them to intervene and conduct a preliminary investigation. If no extraordinary powers remain,
If there are no traces left, everything will be fine. If the existence of extraordinary power is confirmed, it will be reported to the Suppression Bureau, and the authorities will decide whether to arrange private investigators or dispatch their own personnel."
Liang nodded and said: "So we work for the official?"
"That's right, but I sometimes do some private work. Although working for the official is a lot more convenient in collecting clues and interviewing witnesses, they are too stingy. They will check every time they give you money. If it weren't for the recent case of Amania,
Seriously, the official staff is in short supply, and the last time they raised wages was more than ten years ago. As for private work, it is more troublesome, but the employer is also much more generous."
Leon heard a familiar word: "Aphansia?"
"I haven't told you this yet? That's right. Aphansia is an unknown disease. Neither the mode of transmission nor the source of infection are known. We only know that outbreaks tend to occur in a certain area. Patients with Aphansia are those who have lost their souls.
It is believed that the soul of a soul will gradually lose its soul, and eventually the soul will disappear, but the physical body will still be alive, turning into a 'living corpse' that is a walking corpse. The living corpse is difficult to kill and can still move after eating a shuttle of ammunition, so it can only be dismembered or burned."
No wonder the two police officers were burning corpses when I just woke up...
Wein raised his head and glanced at the wall clock: "Well, no more words, I have to catch up on the manuscript. You can go around by yourself and tidy up the study. You can read the books and files in it."
"Catching a manuscript? Are you going to...write a report?" Based on Wein's occupation, Leon guessed this.
"No, just an ordinary book manuscript. I'm still a writer, the kind who serializes novels in newspapers."
"ah?"
"Why, it's surprising? But don't you think that the secret cases I handled are good creative materials? You know, my pen name is much more famous than myself."
Leon originally wanted to ask more questions about this world, but seeing some anxiety on Wein's face, he stopped: "Okay."
Wayne got up and went upstairs. Leon put away the things on the coffee table and performed his assistant functions.
No, it's a housekeeping function.
After walking around and confirming that there was nothing worth noting, Leon entered the study.
There is a window in the study room, which provides good lighting and makes the interior bright. The desk and chairs are near the window, and are surrounded by bookshelves that reach to the ceiling.
There are thick books on both sides of the bookshelf, and white paper documents are placed on the other two sides. If the room is ventilated, it may be a scene of paper flying.
Approaching the desk, Leon noticed something else on the desk, a rectangular card, the same color as the black desk. It was easy to miss it if you weren't paying attention.
"What is this, a bookmark?"
Leon picked it up and looked at it. One side of the card was pure black. Turn it over, and the other side had a gorgeous pattern composed of silver-white lines, which looked like a circular magic circle.
It doesn't look like an ordinary thing. Is it okay to put it here so casually?
Leon rubbed the smooth surface of the card, turned it over again, and was shocked to see that the darkness faded away from the originally dark card surface, and a pattern actually appeared:
In the center of the card is the back of a silver-haired old man. The old man is wearing a gorgeous black robe and holding a cane inlaid with gorgeous gems. He is vaguely surrounded by dots of colorful stars.
In front of the old man, there is a door with a frame pattern made of silver-white lines. Inside the door is another door with different styles. The doors are stacked one on top of another, seemingly endless, and it is unknown where they lead.
Outside the door, there are cracks on the broken mirror, and countless scenes are blurred in the mirror.
...Color-changing cards? One of the favorite toys of children in the past life? No, even if you think about it with your toes, it’s not that simple.
Liang hesitated whether to put down the card. The next moment, the old man on the card turned his head slightly and glanced at him with a smile on his lips. The doors also slowly rotated, and the image in the broken mirror outside the door turned.