After waking up

A police detective came in. Although he was already familiar with Mulan and respected him very much, he was still a little nervous when he entered this office because there were some special words painted on the windows and doors of the office. The police officers in this office all guessed what kind of spell it was, and they were afraid that something would escape.

"What case is it?"

Mullan had already sat back behind the desk. The detective saluted Alvin and then quickly explained the matter.

"During this period, we are tracking down some unsettled elements. It was originally just a small dispute involving workers in a parts factory going on strike, but several workers disappeared in succession, which led the workers to suspect that the factory owner was deliberately retaliating, so riots broke out and have spread to several countries. Several factories and workshops nearby have joined forces to suppress it. We suspect that there are dangerous cultists behind it, and both the detective and Viscount Narrow hope that Sir Jones will come forward."

"Viscount Narrow?"

Mulan asked doubtfully about this unimpressive name.

"He is a big factory owner. The original parts factory belonged to him, and he also suffered the greatest losses."

Mulan stood up and nodded to express his understanding.

"Go ahead and get ready. I'll be there soon."

"Do you need to prepare anything?"

"No, just follow your plan and I'll check it out."

"Okay, I'll leave first."

The detective left in a hurry, and most of the police force of the York Regional Police Department was responsible for maintaining law and order in the factory area there. As soon as he left, Alvin also stood up and left.

"It seems you have a job, so I'll take my leave now. If you need help, come to me."

“Do you really think it’s a cultist who’s at work?”

Mulan arranged his clothes, picked up the cane that had not yet been repaired, and then walked to the coat rack and put on his hat, while Alvin just shook his head.

"I hope so."

"I also hope that compared to the many helplessness of ordinary people, there is no need to be reasonable when dealing with cultists."

Mullan and Ivan left the office one after another, one went back to the cathedral, and the other left with Handel, who had just returned, and dozens of police officers from the York Regional Police Department.

Winter is about to pass, but the weather is still very cold. Many police officers from the York Police Department are all fully dressed. Many of them have wooden shields and batons. Then, led by several police detectives, they jog towards the scene of the incident. Mullan and Handel did not act with these police officers, but followed them from a distance.

Due to the impact of this strike, the steam rail cars near York Region have been suspended, and it is impossible to call carriages for all police officers, so they all run.

It took more than half an hour to run to that factory area in the cold weather. All the police officers rushed in at the urging of the detectives without taking a break.

The factory area was noisy, and there were thousands of agitated workers everywhere. The total police force of York Regional Police and several surrounding police stations was less than 200, all holding shields to protect several major factories. And next to the nearby noble mansion.

Although the workers came with bare hands, they were all excited and high-spirited, pushing and shoving with the police officers who arrived.

"If you ask them to hand over someone, they must have imprisoned him!"

"Hand it over, hand it over-" "Hand over Kili and the others-"

“Give us enough wages!” “Give us back the money we owe—”

"Back off, back off, you are entering private territory!" "If you don't back off, we will use force!"

"No legs allowed, no retreat allowed -"

Mulan and Handel did not get close, and stood together with some passers-by who were watching from a distance. Mulan just watched quietly, while Handel had a shocked expression like other passers-by.

"There are so many people, many from unrelated factories. Why do they come together? Aren't they afraid of retaliation?"

There were also passers-by wiping their glasses and putting them on.

"I've never seen anything like this. Are these workers crazy? Aren't they afraid of losing their jobs?"

"How many people are there? More than a thousand?" "I'm afraid there are two thousand people."

"The police are scared too."

"Holy light, I'm afraid there are cultists who are deceiving them." "This is in Digao!"

Mulan looked at the excited workers in the distance and said nothing, not even any intention to show up.

"Bang bang bang bang -"

A police detective fired a gun into the air, causing the scene to be quiet for a short time. Later, instead of completely scaring the workers, it actually made them more excited. Because the police were afraid, some couldn't help but use batons to attack and push the workers. At that time, the scene became even more chaotic. Some workers were injured with batons, and some police officers were surrounded and beaten by workers.

The nobles in the factory area were obviously frightened. Many people returned home and closed the iron doors. The servants at home also took out their guns, leaving the police outside to support them.

Until the sound of horse hooves sounded, Di Gao's army was dispatched, and the workers' riot finally came to an end. The workers ran away in panic, and they quickly ran away. The police chased people from behind and caught many walkers. Slow and lonely.

It was only then that Mulan, who was on the street far away, started to move.

"Handel, have you noticed the people I just pointed out? Let's go, don't lose them."

Mulan tightened his collar, moved his somewhat stiff hands and feet, and took Handel out of the street and turned into an alley. Then the two quickly separated and each tracked the target.

About evening, Mullan and Handel met again, because they had arrived at the same place with the people one after another.

Another half hour later, the people followed by Mullan and Handel came out of the small building in the alley, along with six or seven other people, all of whom were part of the rioting workers during the day.

Mullan and Handel did not follow the target away, but came out of the darkness.

"Lord Jones, do you want me to call someone from the police station?"

"Need not."

Mulan looked up at the four-story building, walked to the door, took off his gloves, and gently touched the door handle.

resonance!

"Gudong~"

The heart and soul vibrated together, countless lights and noisy sounds appeared in Mulan's consciousness, blurred outlines flowed with the lines, and a person's back emerged. When he opened the door, he felt emotions ranging from loss to excitement to anger.

In less than two seconds, Mulan let go of his hand, but the light and shadow in his consciousness had not completely dissipated.

Although he has not chosen a path yet, it does not hinder the use of some means. With his strong mental power and his own talent, Mulan can use the power of the destiny system to a certain extent, and can also use some means of other paths.

When Mulan let go of his hand, the door in front of him was unlocked and pushed open with a gentle push.

"Come on, let's go up and have a look."

Handel nodded, reached into his arms and pulled out his gun, while Mullan pulled out his cane. They entered the door one after another, and Handel closed the door gently.

There was no sound in the small building. It looked like an empty building, but Mulan knew that someone must be upstairs. He led Handel gently up the stairs. Although he controlled his steps, the wooden stairs were still unavoidable. Make some "crunching" sounds.

When they approached the second floor, a bearded man wearing a vest and a coat was pointing at the stairs with a double-barreled shotgun.

"Gentlemen, may I think you are on the wrong track? Get out now before I get angry. Burglary is not a legitimate method! And you, don't try to use your gun. Just move. I I’ll beat you to pieces.”

Mulan raised his hand, then turned his face to remind the person behind him.

"Put the gun down."

Handel was actually sure of hitting the opponent before he fired, but he absolutely obeyed Mullan's order, so he still placed the gun on the stairs.

"Very good. Now, please turn around, go down the stairs, open the door and go out by yourself. I will keep an eye on you the whole time!"

Mulan did not turn around, but just looked at the man quietly. His beard was already gray and his face was full of wrinkles. He was already quite old, but his hand holding the gun was very steady.

"Do you know that if someone wants to investigate, they can easily find you, such as us?"

"Sir, I don't know what you are talking about. There are a lot of police on the street today. They should be happy to come and arrest you."

Mulan smiled.

"How do you know we're not the police?"

The man's pupils obviously expanded slightly, and then suddenly contracted. The fingers on his hand trembled obviously, and goosebumps appeared on Mulan's body for a while, but neither of them moved in the end.

"If you had planned to shoot just now, you would have fallen before you could hit me."

"Can you still outrun a bullet?"

"Just faster than your reaction speed."

Mulan put down his hand and walked upstairs step by step. The man hesitated and put down his gun, letting out a long sigh.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to have a cup of coffee while you go check out the kitchen."

Mullan said this to Handel, but did not call him by name.

"Okay sir."

The man looked at Mulan in surprise. Wasn't the other party here to arrest him? He watched Mulan walk towards the room with the door open and the light on, and he followed.

In the room, Mulan glanced at the bookcase and desk, and also looked at the manuscript paper on the table.

"I'm writing something."

"Is it related to those workers' riots?"

Mulan looked at the man, who nodded and shook his head.

"This is not a riot, but a kind of resistance. No one can help them, no one is willing to help them, so they have to unite themselves to help themselves!"

"If thousands of workers lose their jobs, their families will be even more miserable."

"No, it won't. If there are just a few people, then they will lose their jobs. But with so many people and so many factories fighting together, those nobles and factory owners will not go too far. They are both afraid and for their own interests. ."

Mulan was slightly surprised. A few simple words were enough to show how extraordinary the person in front of him was.

"what's your name?"

"You can call me Moore, but what about you, Mr. Detective, who are you?"

Mulan laughed again.

"I'm not a police detective. You can call me Mr. X. If you don't mind, I want to see what you wrote."

"Please."

Moore seemed very generous, so Mulan politely took out a few manuscript papers and read them. Then he slowly sat on the chair, his expression becoming more and more serious.

Although the text is different, although the details are different, from a theoretical perspective, Mulan even feels that he is reading the prototype of "Das Kapital". Of course, this is not a complete economics, and there are many personal emotions mixed in the manuscript. speech.

But Mulan understood what kind of power was sprouting, which made him even tremble slightly with excitement. He had had this idea, but as a noble, he did not have such a strong motivation to subvert, nor did he have such courage. He deeply felt that Knowing how difficult it is, it is a more difficult road than setting foot in the mysterious world.

But when he really saw this possibility, Mulan couldn't help but feel excited about it.

"what do you think?"

Mulan grabbed the manuscript and slowly raised his head to look at Moore, who was much older than him. There was expectation in his eyes at this moment.

"Mr. Moore, you know, you shouldn't be so active right now. You should protect yourself better, exclude your personal emotions, and finish writing it from a calm third-party perspective!"

"What do you think of it?"

"This is destined to be a book, but it alone is not enough."

A happy smile appeared on Moore's face. He knew that the person in front of him understood his words, and being able to say such words while understanding them made him even happier. This represented a kind of recognition, and he couldn't wait to do so. Got to share something with this stranger.

"What do you think needs to be changed? I still have some manuscripts! Let me show them to you."

Mulan had already stood up uneasily. Handel came over with coffee, but he no longer cared about drinking it. He smelled an unusual smell.

"Mr. Moore, it's time for you to move. In addition to the police in Digo, there are other things looking for you!"

There seemed to be a kind of black smoke infiltrating from the distance. This was an evolution beyond the immediate level, close to a prophetic power. Mulan clenched the cane in his hand. No matter what situation he faced, he must do his best to keep this person.

"Moving? When?"

Mulan looked at him seriously.

"Bring your manuscript, now, right away!"