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

By the time the people who chased them from the food factory found the truck, Wu Mian and others had already lost track of them.

The one-eyed middle-aged man in charge of leading the team ordered his men to explore the surroundings and entered the cockpit through the open door. At the same time, he dialed a number with his wristband: "Brother Ninth, we have lost someone."

Microwave bone conduction communication allowed the team leader to hear the processed magic sound: "The Jade Factory is a top-secret location. Why was it exposed? You need to give me a reasonable explanation."

"I can guarantee that there is absolutely no problem with my people. The news should come from the outside. As for what the external factors are, I am not sure yet."

While the leader was talking, he took out a sealed bag from his pocket, dipped a cotton swab into the blood in the car to keep a sample, and then skillfully used chemical reagents to extract latent fingerprints everywhere: "Give me an hour,

We can definitely find out the identities of these people.”

"First shut down the food and jade factory, eliminate all evidence, and leave no workers in the factory."

…

Nan Ci followed Wu Mian, crossed the dry river bed, and rushed to the other side of the river bank.

This is also a large slum area. The low buildings are like a cemetery, where the walking dead who live at the bottom of society and have no bright future are buried, along with their prospects and future.

During this period, Nan Ci wanted to ask Wu Mian several times why he brought them to this place, but it seemed that Wu Mian was walking through the buildings very purposefully, instead of wandering around like a headless fly.

In the end, I resisted the idea.

About ten minutes later, Wu Mian stopped outside a yard. The outer wall of the yard had collapsed, and the surrounding yards were also empty. The yard was overgrown with weeds, and half of the house had collapsed and was gone.

The entrance to the room is like a huge mouth that cannot be peeked into, sealed by spider webs.

As you get closer, you can still see the word "haunted" written in red letters on the wall of the house, which is particularly dazzling under the moonlight.

"Wow - wow -"

The rough and hoarse cries of crows came out at an inappropriate time, which made people feel desolate and boring, and also added a bit of ferocious terror to the dilapidated yard.

Xiang Long looked at the surrounding environment and drew the knife in his hand to prevent some unspeakable danger.

Wu Mian stood at the entrance, used a stick to push aside the cobwebs, and walked into the room. A musty smell hit his face.

Nan Ci looked at a rotten coffin and the collapsed fire bed in the room, and found that there was nothing special here. When he was about to ask, he saw Wu Mian already squatting around the coffin, poking somewhere somewhere.

Let the flap at the bottom of the coffin pop open.

"follow me."

Wu Mian uttered three words, and people had already entered first. Xiang Long saw that Nan Ci had also followed him, and sighed: "If I hang out with you, I will either fight for my life or get into the coffin. Why do I do all the unlucky things?"

!”

No one answered Xiang Long's question, so he could only follow in angrily.

The secret passage in this courtyard led to another courtyard. After Wu Mian went out, he quickly found another secret passage.

After several twists and turns, the three of them finally stood in a fairly normal house.

Wu Mian turned on the machine, and a wall in the room slowly opened a gap, and light came out from inside.

Nan Ci followed Wu Mian into this secret space and was shocked to see the scene inside.

First, in a slum without electricity, this room is brightly lit. On both sides of the entrance passage, there is a barbed wire fence on the wall, with various firearms hanging on it, but most of them are gunpowder guns.

Wu Mian didn't have much interest in these weapons, and his feet became faster and faster.

Nan Ci saw the weapons on both sides and looked at Wu Mian's back: "Where is this place?"

Wu Mian continued to walk: "I don't know, I just suddenly thought of this, and the memory is very strong."

The three of them quickly arrived at the innermost room. The entrance room was not big, only about twenty square meters. There was a rectangular table in the middle, surrounded by several filing cabinets. The magnetic message boards on both sides were full of paintings.

The lines have been removed, and it is easy to see from the trajectory that this was once a mind map, but all the photos above have disappeared.

There was another corpse on the ground on one side. Because the secret room was well ventilated, the corpse did not rot, but turned into a mummy. Next to the mummy, there was a pile of paper ash, which should have been burned.

thing.

Nan Ci looked at the automatic cipher machine, camera glasses, bulletproof umbrella, bulletproof briefcase, confidentiality paint and other items on the table, as well as the cloak and bulletproof vest on the hanger next to it, and turned his attention to Wu Mian: "This is a detective agency!

You can find this place with ease, could it be..."

"This is my detective agency."

Wu Mian nodded: "The corpse on the ground was once my assistant."

Seeing that Wu Mian had recalled so many things, Nan Ci asked, "Then can you remember who killed your assistant?"

"No, my mind is still blank."

Wu Mian picked up the lighter on the table and lit a cigarette: "My memory of this place is limited. Let's search separately to see if we can find any useful clues."

After the words fell, the three of them split up, and Wu Mian went to the innermost room alone.

This is a bedroom with nothing else but a bed and bedside table.

But in this room where he could see as far as the eye could see, Wu Mian stood there and fell into silence.

He lied.

When he just saw the corpse, he remembered something.

I just went to the table to get the lighter, not to smoke, but to pick up the things under the lighter.

Wu Mian looked at the ID card in his hand with deep eyes.

Above is a photo of a white man, along with his identity: Cromwell William, private consulting detective.

The gilt font reflects the light.

Wu Mian was impressed by this name.

Cromwell is one of the most famous detectives in Kyoto. He was a corporate policeman trained by the Golden Horse Group. He has solved a series of major cases in his career and single-handedly reduced the murder rate in Kyoto by 1.7

percentage points.

What is regrettable is that although the coalition government will hire police trained by companies and police recruited by the government to jointly maintain urban security, the group of corporate police officers are only responsible for grassroots security, and can only be promoted to the position of sergeant at the highest level, so they have no official career

What a future.

Cromwell, who had an amazing talent for solving crimes, became disheartened and became a private detective after resigning. Because of his excellent professional skills, even the police would turn to him for help and consultation when encountering difficult cases.

With an almost perfect detection rate, Cromwell was gradually deified and even called the greatest detective in Kyoto.

Wu Mian couldn't remember any earth-shattering cases that Cromwell had solved, but he remembered one thing clearly.

He is not a detective, Cromwell outside is the detective. Due to his memory disorder, he mistakenly imagined himself as Cromwell.

More importantly, Cromwell, who had turned into a mummy outside, was killed by him himself!