In a dark bar in the North District, the bartender was wiping wooden wine glasses aimlessly and glanced at the down-and-out customer who staggered into the door.
This guy was wearing a shabby factory worker's uniform. It looked like he had just gotten off work from a nearby factory. Although it was almost early in the morning, many factories were not stingy about allowing workers to extend their working hours. Although it is not common, it is also
It's excusable.
"I...I feel like my stomach is a little uncomfortable..." The slovenly worker slowly walked to the bar, revealing his pale, blood-stained face that was almost the same as that of a dead person, and his eyes were wide open and stained with blood.
His eyes were bloodshot and his breathing was quite rapid.
"...Sir, if you feel uncomfortable, please go to a nearby health center or see a doctor." The bartender frowned and inadvertently saw a 'Barack Factory' sign hanging on the worker's body. He should
He is one of the workers there.
I heard that the factory was run by a teacher from the college in the center. Students who graduated from their class usually work there. The weekly salary is very high, but it is also quite tiring. Moreover, many people have very bad tempers and make trouble.
There have been many murder cases... Of course, only people nearby know about these, and these things have never been reported in newspapers.
Thinking of this, the bartender took a few steps back in fear and was about to ask a few people to carry the worker out.
"No, don't... I... am I going to die?" The worker suddenly stood up straight. After being stunned for a second, he quickly grabbed the knife on the bar...
Blood splattered everywhere, and in the blink of an eye, he stabbed the knife directly into his bloated abdomen!
"Oh my God!" The poor bartender immediately fell to the ground in fright, and kept leaning towards the kitchen, feeling quite frightened and frightened.
"But he still didn't realize what was going to happen next, otherwise he would have stayed where he was in despair."
On a ruin that was almost razed to the ground, Ravens squatted in front of a piece of rubble, his golden vertical pupils filled with a faint golden light, and said: "Then the worker's body expanded rapidly.
, a powerful magic was detonated in his body, blowing up several blocks near here."
"This is actually not an ordinary magic category anymore..." Tedder behind him frowned. Although he was quite surprised by Ravens' witcher's unique information insight ability, he looked at it at this moment.
Looking around, everything within a few hundred meters has been turned into wreckage...
This is the biggest bombing to date since the founding of Fit City! It blew up almost one-fifth of Fit City, starting from the northeast corner of the North District, blowing up part of the nearby city wall, and even even
The northern part of the East District was also affected!
"Yes, I noticed this strong magic aggregation effect in the South District last night... It must be forbidden magic." Ravens sighed. To be honest, he has lived for more than a hundred years.
This is the first time in years that I have seen forbidden magic being released in a densely populated city.
"Forbidden magic...my God..." Tedder pinched his eyebrows quite uncomfortably and squatted on the ground.
According to the overnight statistics of the Security Bureau last night, there were 166 confirmed dead, 892 missing, and 2,875 injured... If I were not needed now, as a guard
If you grow up, you will definitely be shot to death on the spot!
"Can you tell that this has something to do with the magician?" Tedder breathed a sigh of relief, and his face turned pale when he thought of the heavy burden on his body.
"Not yet. There is no mark of his magic left at the scene, so it is very likely that someone else did it." Ravens pinched a handful of dust on the ground, shook his head, and said, "The stronger the magic, the more likely it is."
The easier it is to leave traces, the harder it is to remove. And the place here is so clean, it’s like it was done by someone who doesn’t have any magic skills.”
"Tsk... In other words, except for the scene when it was detonated, you didn't analyze anything else?" Tedder said somewhat unhurriedly.
"I know you have a lot of unfavorable opinions about me, but to tell the truth, the people who did all this were quite cautious, and in addition to this huge explosion that destroyed the world, there were almost no clues left, even if
I can only get this kind of information using special means." Ravens also stood up and said with some frustration.
I obviously had a good night last night. After that super doll flew away, I could have gone to sleep. Unexpectedly, a big explosion suddenly scared me. But it was nothing at first, but within half an hour, this thing happened in front of me.
The guy brought a group of people to the mansion and took him to the site for exploration all night...
"But one thing I can be sure of is that the origin point of the magic is in the belly of the worker. I think there may be some kind of medium...or similar instrument or something?" Ravens spread his hands and said.
"Instrument?" After hearing Ravens' words, Tadel fell into deep thought.
If what Ravens said is true, then when the man said he felt uncomfortable at the beginning, it was probably because an instrument that could release forbidden magic was placed in his body. But as for when...
"Ravens, how are you painting?" Tedder turned to Ravens and asked.
"Painting?" Ravens was confused for a moment, scratched his head and said, "I know a few painters, but my painting skills... are not very good."
"Then draw a picture of that worker. The damage to the residential area is not very great. Maybe his family members are still alive. Let's go and see." As he said that, Tedder took the notebook and the clothes on his waist.
The quill was handed to Ravens and asked him to draw it on the spot.
"..." Ravens glanced at Tedder hesitantly, but still took the notebook and pen, and clumsily drew the appearance of the worker based on what he saw at the time.
Then a bald man who looked like he had just been run over by a carriage appeared on the notebook.
"About 20 or 30 years old, bald, with a thin upper body, a fat belly, and red eyes. He should be a Dunmuer." Seeing Tedder's frowning expression, Ravens was also a little embarrassed and quickly used
The language has been supplemented with some details.
"...Let's go to the residential area and take a look. Maybe we'll find something there." Tedder couldn't bear to continue looking at Ravens' painting, so he closed his notebook and took him with him to the north.
residential areas of the district.
Most of them are apartments or dormitories for workers' homes, and there are a lot of people living in groups, so it's very likely that someone will recognize them.