Global wasteland: I am as good as a god with a machine

When Nan Ci heard Wu Mian ask about the shoes, he shook his head and said: "After we returned to the camp, I sent the shoes to the laboratory and gave them to Uncle Min for inspection. Unfortunately, nothing was found. The shoe was in

After being soaked in sewage for so long, no useful information was left behind, and even complete DNA could not be extracted."

"I asked you to bring the shoe back, not to find clues through it, but because it itself is a clue."

Wu Mian broke off a piece of potato and put it in his mouth, and said: "We can use the brand, origin, sales location and other information of the shoes to locate the approximate scope and area of ​​the murderer, narrow the scope of the search, and at the same time infer the identity of the shooter.

.”

Nan Ci looked at Wu Mian and said with a smile: "It seems that keeping you here is the right choice. We really need professional detectives like you here."

Wu Mian stuffed the last piece of potato into his mouth: "Let's go, take me to the laboratory to have a look."

…

In Uncle Min's laboratory, Wu Mian looked at the leather boots on the table and frowned slightly: "It's not a special style, just common military and police high-top leather shoes."

"Could these people be plainclothes sent by the government?" Nan Ci narrowed his eyes: "On the one hand, they can capture synthetic humans for profit, and on the other hand, they can also force synthetic human organizations similar to our resistance to show up.

?”

Wu Mian picked up the wallpaper knife on the table, cut the surface of the leather boots, and shook his head slightly: "It doesn't look like it. This pair of shoes does not have a leather upper sole and an aramid anti-puncture layer. It is not produced by a regular military factory. It's just

Imported products with imitation shapes, because civilian shoes do not need to add these complicated processes and costs, these shoes are sold in general labor insurance stores and outdoor product stores, and the styles are very uniform."

Nan Ci was a little disappointed: "In other words, there are no valuable clues?"

"When ordinary people wear leather shoes, the upper will form a wrinkle, and the wear is usually located on both sides, but the wear on the sole of this shoe is mainly located on the sole of the foot, indicating that this person has served in the army. Only those who have been training for a long time will unconsciously

Move the soles of your feet forward, and based on the confession of the gunman we captured last time, it seems that most of the members of the Hidden Dragon Organization are retired soldiers."

Wu Mian turned the soles over and examined them with a magnifying glass. He found that the soles were covered with mud. After rinsing them with clean water, there was still a shiny substance in them.

Wu Mian picked up the luminous substance with tweezers and looked at it: "There are a lot of tinfoil scraps mixed in the texture of his soles. I'm not sure if they were left in the sewage tunnel."

While talking, Wu Mian took off his shoes and checked them, but did not find the same substance.

Seeing this, Nan Ci turned around and walked out the door: "I immediately asked all the people who had participated in the operation to gather together and send you the shoes I was wearing at that time."

Twenty minutes later, Wu Mian stood up from the experimental table and said to Nan Ci: "It can be basically confirmed that the tinfoil scraps on the soles of the mysterious man's shoes were left before entering the tunnel. His shoes are not new. The rubber on the soles is

It has aged and cracked. I also found fragments of tinfoil in the cracks, which means that there should be a lot of tinfoil in the place where this person lives. You can count all the tinfoil produced in the city, as well as the places where a large amount of tinfoil is consumed. We can do it one by one.

Check."

Nan Ci didn't expect that the investigation, which was already at a deadlock, would actually turn around because of a shoe. A flash of joy flashed in his eyes: "I will disperse the manpower now and activate our espionage network in the city."

…

Dreaming is a very common thing, but repeating the same nightmare all the time can really make people feel uncomfortable.

Wu Mian was awakened by another nightmare.

The figure who accused Wu Mian of killing his whole family seemed to have become a worry for him.

He sat up from the bed in a cold sweat, feeling his head hurt terribly.

Shootout!

kill!

flame!

blood!

Exploding corpse!

Twisted metal!

Many images flashed through his mind, and it was difficult for Wu Mian to tell whether it was something deep in his memory or one of the images in his nightmare.

Before he could recover, the door curtain of the residence had been opened, and Nan Ci walked into the room immediately: "Wu Mian, I have something to ask you."

Wu Mian, who was shirtless, saw Nan Ci staring at him and frowned slightly: "I know you are an informal person, but should you knock on the door? Your current behavior can easily remind me of you.

For a female pervert."

Nan Ci looked away from Wu Mian's scars all over his body, and pointed to the entrance of the room with only one curtain: "If you want to knock on the door, you have to have a door. Get dressed, and I'll wait for you outside the door!"

Wu Mian got dressed and walked out. He blocked the sunlight with his hands and asked Nan Ci, "Did you come to me so early because you found any clues related to leather boots?"

"No, there is another thing that needs your help. Let's talk as we walk. Let's go get the equipment first." As Nan Ci spoke, he took the lead and said to Wu Mian: "We have received clues that there are two people lurking in the area.

The synthetics in Kyoto have been kidnapped and need to be rescued, but we are short of manpower here, so you have to come with me."

Wu Mian frowned: "Hidden Dragon?"

"No." Nan Ci explained: "The other party's methods are very crude, incomparable to the Hidden Dragon Organization. You accompany me to save people first, and I will explain to you on the way."

Wu Mian paused: "You have dozens of soldiers here."

Nan Ci responded bluntly: "There are many people, but there are not many people with weapon modules installed in their bodies. There are several synthetic human settlements in the suburbs, which we have always taken care of. Today is the day to deliver supplies, and there are a group of soldiers

We set out before dawn, and the remaining manpower is not enough to support this task."

Wu Mian raised his eyebrows: "It sounds like this is very dangerous."

Nan Ci did not hide anything: "According to the tip, these two people were kidnapped to Jiangjunwei, and that village is the territory of the Wolf King Society. They are one of the larger gangs in Kyoto."

Wu Mian recalled the name, but didn't think of anything: "Are the previous kidnapping cases also related to them?"

"I'm not sure, but I think it doesn't matter much. The Wolf King is in the drug business. I haven't heard of them kidnapping before. I speculate that this kidnapping is an accidental incident."

Wu Mian, led by Nan Ci, quickly rushed to the maintenance workshop, only to find that Li Tong was also here. He couldn't help but be startled: "Did you go back to the garbage dump with them too?"

Li Tong saw Wu Mian and showed a happy smile: "Yes, the people from the Worker Bee Organization said that I have just replaced my prosthetic limbs, and I need to adapt to the life of a synthetic human here before I can return to normal society, so as not to be seen as a flaw.

!And I am an art student, so I can help with some drawings!"

At the same time, Nan Ci also walked up to Johnny, reached out and knocked on his body: "Johnny, I need you to help me prepare a batch of equipment."

"Boom!"

The sound of knuckles rapping against metal sounded, but Johnny Tatsuno remained motionless. As Nan Ci exerted his strength, he actually fell directly to the ground.

Wu Mian, who was talking to Li Tong, heard the sound of metal hitting the ground. He looked at Jonidaye who was like a piece of scrap metal and frowned: "Dead?"