Feast of villains

Returning to the staff dormitory in the building next to the interrogation room, Nance lay on the fairly comfortable spring sofa and took stock of the environment.

A small suite with two bedrooms, a small living room and a dining room.

There is almost no interior decoration, and the furniture such as small cabinets, small tables, bookshelves and wardrobes are also extremely simple, with no interest or personality at all.

There is some mold on the ceiling, and the putty coating on the walls is full of hopeless stains, giving it the appearance of being in disrepair.

"This section principal is doing so badly..." Nance couldn't help but think of the huge financial problem in Section 9.

There is an alcove over the dining room, and the light from two everlasting lamps is the only warm color in a room full of cool colors.

Nance glanced at the alcove curiously.

The statue inside was covered with a layer of white cloth, and only its outline could be seen. Before he could step forward to take a look, he felt a sharp pain in his mind.

"hiss……"

"What are you doing..."

He pressed his temples hard with his fingers.

The feeling at this moment was like being stabbed by countless needles in my head, which was extremely painful.

Calm down and don't get confused... Although the pain has not dissipated, your thinking has become clearer due to the tight nerves, which is a good thing.

Nance took a few deep breaths, and after the pain subsided a little, he began to concentrate on sorting out the current information.

Time travel is an established fact that cannot be changed. Without a novice tutorial, he must get familiar with this world as soon as possible.

The memories left behind by the former section chief were only scattered fragments, which were fragmented and blurry. The information Nance could extract was very limited.

There happened to be a popular history magazine on the coffee table, so he picked it up and flipped through it.

According to the description in the book, this is the earth about three hundred years later, a post-apocalyptic society that has experienced disaster and reconstruction.

According to the chronological order of disasters, human beings have divided history into three parts: Preface, Chaos Calendar, and New Chronicle.

The first chapter is a period of history that Nance is familiar with. There is no clear explanation of where it ends.

The Chaos Calendar refers to the period from the appearance of the Dead Sea to the first year of the New Book.

The Dead Sea is the source of magic.

The first Dead Sea appeared in Siberia, and there are currently seven in the world.

The cause of the Dead Sea has not yet been determined.

Some people say that meteorites caused extraterrestrial disasters, some say that ancient viruses awakened and broke out, and some say that Big Mao dug a hole too deep in Siberia and directly opened up hell...

After the birth of the Dead Sea, the earth's environment began to deteriorate rapidly.

Natural disasters such as storms, snowstorms, floods and even meteorites occur frequently, and the patterns are unpredictable.

Magic element spreads rapidly around the world relying on the ravages of natural disasters. After infection, both humans and animals will undergo mutations - or become twisted monsters, or suffer from different degrees of mental symptoms.

The infected are collectively called familiars.

They are powerful and mentally unstable. If they are accidentally stimulated and become unhappy, they will turn into irrational monsters.

The Chaos Calendar, in which natural disasters raged and familiars were rampant, lasted for nearly a hundred years. During this period, all countries were destroyed and billions of people lost their lives.

The social system completely collapsed, civilization fell into silence, and the world became a ruin... After surviving for decades in the darkest hour, mankind has waited for the dawn.

The angel appears.

The chaos calendar ends and a new era begins.

With the help of the divine messengers, the surviving humans built tall besieged cities to resist natural disasters and reorganize social order. The divine messengers also established monasteries, which were responsible for suppressing the spread of magic and killing completely out-of-control familiars.

The social system is slowly recovering, scientific and technological levels and productivity have also found a stable development environment, and they are gradually catching up and surpassing the previous records.

This year is New Era 269.

It turned out that he had traveled to the future... Faced with this fact, Nance didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

Close the book.

He flipped through a bookcase and pulled out a map.

The ninth section where Nance serves is located in New Yokohama, California, on the southern coast of the Black Gold Empire.

California, New Yokohama...putting these two names together gave Nance an inexplicable sense of absurdity. However, when he looked at the map, he was completely stunned.

The Black Gold Empire is located in the core area of ​​East Asia and implements a semi-feudal constitutional monarchy.

The emperor here is not a mascot, but a power giant who hereditary controls the government administration. The judiciary and legislation are responsible for the courts and parliament respectively.

Under this political structure of separation of powers, the Black Gold Empire has stable politics, social stability, and prosperous economy and trade. On the surface, it can be regarded as a free and highly developed capitalist country.

Nance rubbed his head and murmured: "It's a good thing. It's faster to adapt. At least there are no barriers to writing and language..."

His head still hurt and his thoughts were confused. He guessed that it was the sequelae of the former section chief's spirit being wiped out.

As for the murderer...as expected, it is who it is, a demon queen who knows spiritual magic.

The family has money.

The strength is still very strong...

Gift crab!

Nance returned to the room like a salty fish. He still wanted to study the panel that seemed to be a gold finger, but sleepiness came over him like a tiger jumping out of the grass on the roadside.

As soon as his head hit the pillow, he fell into a deep sleep.

Wake up the next day.

The clock shows 7:05.

The temperature outside the window was very low, and the sky was overcast with low clouds, making it look like a snowy day.

Seeing the weather like this, Nance couldn't muster any motivation to get up.

He turned on the TV with the remote control and curled up on the bed to watch the morning news for a while.

The announcer is reporting on the upcoming mayoral election in Shin-Yokohama. Several relatively strong candidates are taking turns appearing on the scene, but none of them is pleasing to the eye.

After watching it for 15 minutes, I felt hungry.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding~"

Nance lowered his head slightly and heard the ringing sound coming from the dial on his wrist.

This is an interactive entertainment terminal, equivalent to the super mobile phone of this era, which can simulate the projection of characters.

Snap!

The lid pops open.

The translucent image of Miss Adjutant floats above the dial.

"Good morning, principal."

"Good morning, Miss Tokisaki." Nance greeted lazily.

Adjutant Tokisaki, who was blond and blue-eyed, with a beautiful voice and a sweet voice, looked at his superior: "Is Section Chief free in the morning?"

"I'm forgetting about food and sleep."

"What?"

"Staying in the dormitory like a waste and forgetting to eat."

"..."

Even though it was a projection, Nance could see the corners of the adjutant's eyes twitching.

Hey.

This little guy is so lifelike.

Could it be real-time projection?

Nance quickly wiped the shit from his eyes and straightened his back: "Is something okay, Miss Tokisaki?"

"Later a little later, lawyers from Eveleth Group will come to Section 9." Adjutant Tokisaki tried to maintain a calm tone and reported to his superior: "If there is not enough evidence, we will have Miss Ximena before noon.

Let it go."

I get a headache when I hear this.

"Please go and deal with them. Don't ask me, you can make the decision. I haven't had breakfast yet, that's it. Bye, I have to drink tea in my leisure time."

Say it in one breath.

Cut off communication directly.

"I hope the Demon Queen won't resent me, the innocent time traveler who took the blame..."

Nance sighed slightly, got up and went into the bathroom, half-closed his eyes, washed his face and brushed his teeth.

"Wow..."

He picked up a handful of water and slapped it on his face.

Lift your gaze to the mirror.

The face of a young man in his early twenties.

Nance took a step back and looked himself over.

He has black hair, black eyes, long thighs and slender muscles, and he looks very nice...but he is a bit depressed, otherwise his handsomeness would be even higher.

The state of mental exhaustion was very uncomfortable, so he casually hummed "y.m.c.a." to adjust his state.

" i said young man pick yourself off the ground."

(I said, brother, cheer up!)

"i said young man 'cause you are in a new town."

(Because you have come to this new home!)

Halfway through humming, Nance thought of a funny little old man with blond hair and red face.

Um.

Running for mayor is worse than dancing.

While shaking my legs, I finished washing my face.

As soon as I picked up the shirt and put it on, I found that the buttons on the cuffs had fallen off.

But that doesn't matter.

Because the spirit has completely returned.

Any fear, confusion and uneasiness about the new environment temporarily disappeared with the singing.

He has always been an optimistic person.

Particularly good at self-comfort and emotional adjustment.

"y.m.c.a!"

Shaking his shoulders and putting on his coat, Nance tied his tie in front of the mirror and put on black leather shoes in front of the shoe cabinet. Neatly dressed, he took his wallet and pushed out the door, looking for a place to have breakfast.

Only when you are full can you have the energy to do things!

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Shin-Yokohama is the largest city in California.

The urban area is divided into two parts, the island area and the old area, separated by the Victoria Harbor Bay.

Lesson 9 is located on a high platform behind the pier in the old district. When Nance pushed the door open, he was greeted by an open landscape.

The two urban areas are separated by a large expanse of sea water. The sea water is gray, and across the sea are towering skyscrapers.

The bright-looking giant goldfish projection shines under the gloomy sky, and the suspended train shuttles between the buildings. Countless glass curtain walls are illuminated by neon, giving people a sense of danger just like countless swords and swords.

Looking at this high-tech picture, a feeling of dizziness suddenly spread in Nance's mind.

In the year 269 of the New Era, my city was rated as the worst city in the empire...just kidding.

He amused himself by complaining, and continued to look at the future city across the sea.

Those huge luminous high-rise buildings are like giant anthills, showing the appearance of a highly developed capitalist society; they are also like a starship cemetery, with static beauty and violent momentum intertwined into a huge apocalyptic fantasy.

certainly.

That's the new area.

The old area isn't that good.

Nance moved his gaze slightly and looked at the Qingshan Bridge connecting the island area and the old area.

Neatly dressed guards interrogate citizens who want to enter the island with cold faces, and those who do not meet the requirements will be violently persuaded to return.

At this end of the bridge is the old district of New Yokohama. There are no bright and beautiful buildings in sight. All you can see are huge, gray walls and ruined shantytowns.

Order and chaos, rich and poor, clean and dirty... What separates the Victoria Harbor are two classes and two completely different worlds.

With this huge sense of fragmentation, if Dickens could come and live there for three to five years, wouldn't he be able to write another "A Tale of Two Cities"?

Nance's thoughts spread endlessly.

A "Tsim Sha Tsui" fishing boat passed under the bridge, black and gray waves surged up, and many dead fish washed up to the beach with the waves.

In this situation, no matter how optimistic he is, Nance is not optimistic about his future.

He is like a player without a novice tutorial. He will accidentally game over and cannot save and restart.

Lady luck will definitely favor me!

Nance could only comfort himself in this way.

"Ah~"

Yawning, I came to the streets of the old district.

The time is the end of October.

Dirty snowdrifts were piled up on both sides of the street, and the air was cold, heavy, and tight. Pedestrians needed to pay attention to their steps to avoid slipping.

The young girls all had their cheeks flushed from the cold. From time to time they put their hands to their mouths and breathed out, spitting out clouds of white mist.

The climate has completely changed.

Nance walked slowly while admiring the unfamiliar street scenery.

The neighborhood behind the port is called Spana District. It is an old entertainment district, and it really has the nickname "Night City".

It's daytime now, and all the shops in this area have their doors and windows closed. Neon lights and holographic signs are all waiting for the night to come under the leaden sky.

Dirty water flows across the road and debris is littered.

Judging from the freshness of the garbage, it must have been made last night.

After walking around for a while, I came to a living area called Renqing, and the atmosphere of life suddenly became much richer.

"Come, come, delicious meat buns!"

"5p apples!"

“Seafood, seafood, fresh seafood!”

“Fresh greenhouse vegetables…”

Vendors in fixed shops on the roadside are loudly soliciting customers, and mobile vendors pushing small carts are also sparing no effort in selling among the crowd, moving forward at a snail's pace.

Most of the citizens who were in a hurry waved their hands away impatiently.

Today’s job has not yet been secured. If you want to spend money, you have to wait until you earn money...

Nance stepped on the wet pavement, clutching the wallet in his pocket, and squeezed through the crowds of people on the street.

What I hear in my ears are various Chinese languages ​​​​with the smell of new horses, curry, footbath, and durian. They are everywhere, but they are always drowned out by the collective noise of the surging crowd the moment they sound.

Looking at it from any angle, you can see messy buildings, wet floors, endless signboards, and white water vapor rising along the pipes;

There are both internal combustion cars and suspended trams running on the streets, and even Western-style palace carriages and rickshaws will appear from time to time.

Science and technology are highly developed, but the living standards of most ordinary people are not high - this was Nance's first impression of the city of New Yokohama.

After walking forward for a while, we came to the leisure square in the middle of the block. There was a street singer playing guitar by the fountain.

The melody is sometimes melodious and sometimes unrestrained.

A group of ragged children with sallow faces gathered around him, dancing on the snow to the beat.

Opposite is a mayoral candidate giving a speech.

He denounced privatization, advocated taking enterprises related to people's livelihood into the ownership of the city hall, and increasing investment in infrastructure construction.

A group of exquisite girls in kimonos were taking photos and posting on social media. They were laughing and joking, mocking the stupidity of the candidates' ideas. Next to them was an Arab woman wearing a veil. She was standing and listening to the speech, as if listening to a saint.

sound.

Nance walked through the crowd alone.

Human beings' joys and sorrows are not the same.

The excitement is all local and indigenous, he is just walking on the edge of the deserted Mars.

There are various stalls outside the square.

There are food stalls and cafes; air gun shooting and snake charmer performances; there are also fortune-telling stalls and divination stalls open opposite the door.

The large blond woman with a crystal ball in front of her kept raising her hand to greet the guests: "Please come here for a divination, but be careful, your destiny is about to take a big turn..."

The old man with a mustache and a long coat was also shouting: "Measuring destiny, pointing out the lost, and calculating fortune. These are all secret techniques left by the ancestors of Qianji. If it doesn't work, no money is needed..."

In this small square, there are people of all colors and clothes, all speaking Chinese. The signs are also in Chinese, with occasionally a little strange Latin mixed in.

It seems that the current world is a world of great cultural integration, and there is no concept of nation yet.

"Can you buy a flower, sir?"

A little girl selling flowers suddenly appeared in front of Nance. She had big, clear and innocent eyes, and her face and lips were all red from the cold.