New Gods of North America

After visiting Tom Hagen, old Mr. Basque and Reverend Tyrell one after another in one night, Wayne was not sure how many of them had made an effort. Anyway, starting from the afternoon of the next day, it seemed that all the latest local newspapers available in Richmond published content that seemed to be related to the case in the eyes of insiders.

For example, Wayne has been investigating the cathedral assassination case for a while, but the media has just been released.

This report appeared in more than half of the newspapers, but they were all small pieces of news on the first or second page, and the content was basically brief news such as "A clergyman in the cathedral was attacked and seriously injured, and the criminal was arrested on the spot."

Then there are some commentary articles with more obvious directions, such as some discussions on measures to strengthen local security, the problems and solutions in the federal postal system, and pre-election articles for this year's state legislature.

Some of the rest are not easy to judge. There are two long reports, one talking about a manor murder case nearly ten years ago, and the other about the self-immolation of a state senator's financial secretary a few years ago. They seem to have some hidden meaning, but it is hard to tell what they are. They seem to be just the common conspiracy theories made up by reporters.

The above stuff was actually barely "reasonable", but what Wayne didn't expect was that the content that was featured in almost all newspapers was actually about himself and the detective agency:

"A new discovery that is enough to revolutionize the times! The latest research on "fingerprints" and their practical application in solving crimes."

"Criminals no longer have a way to escape? Wayne National Detective Agency - the method of identifying each person can actually be very simple."

"$10,000! A reward from Wayne Constantine: if you can find any two people with the same fingerprints."

Wayne was originally leading a team to continue searching for new fingerprint samples in the safe house of the local agent organization today, hoping to find something new.

As a result, on the carriage returning to the temporary base, he was shocked by the latest content in the evening newspaper.

no,

Where did this rumor come from?!

Ten thousand US dollars, you're paying for it? !

Wayne's own name was at the end of the reward message. It was unclear which company had committed the crime. Wayne stroked his forehead and read the content again, guessing that it might be the work of Mr. Basque.

The intention is not too difficult to guess. On a positive note, perhaps it is a plan to build momentum for the detective agency, first implanting the concept of "fingerprints are almost impossible to copy" into the minds of the public, laying the groundwork for subsequent clues.

But if you think about it in a bad way, this might be using the detective agency to attract attention, or at least it is implying that Wayne has already gone to their side, which is somewhat bluffing.

Back at the temporary base, Lina took the newspaper and glanced at it, then she couldn't help but protect her small waist bag:

"Are you crazy? To spend so much money on something like this?"

Wayne also looked innocent. "I didn't ask anyone to post this reward... But you can rest assured that this reward won't be taken so easily. From a probability perspective, even if you search Richmond for decades, it is almost impossible to find two people with the same fingerprints."

Wayne is not an expert in fingerprints, but in his memory, even the fingerprints of identical twins are not exactly the same. Add in the area of ​​the fingers, whether there are small scars and fine lines, and other factors. The conclusion of modern society is that it is difficult for billions of people around the world to find two fingerprints that are exactly the same.

There was no Internet back then, and people's social boundaries were much narrower than in modern society. It was even more difficult for this kind of situation to happen to people around you. When Wayne took a quick look, he thought that ten thousand dollars was shocking, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that there was no need to be so nervous.

But after all, it was still 10,000 US dollars. While eating, Wayne carefully confirmed with Lina again, "A hidden organization like the School of Life should not have mastered the technology of 'cloning humans' yet, right?"

There is no need to worry too much about the extraordinary people who use extraordinary abilities, unless you cannot defeat them. In that case, just treat them as "fraud" and send them to the cathedral if you can catch them, or simply beat them into extraordinary materials for recycling.

"'Copying humans' is just nonsense... If you just want to increase the population, one man and one woman will do, but creating souls out of thin air, I guess only gods can do it..."

Lina frowned her pretty face and read the reward message again with a look of disgust: "Fortunately there is a deadline. Whether it is a puppet or a disguise, it should be difficult to make it so detailed and flawless within a month. It is possible to look similar in a short period of time... But are you really so confident about this fingerprint? Just like 'there can't be two identical leaves in the forest'?"

"That's about right. It's almost impossible for anyone to take the money unless they cheat." Wayne flattened the ham and egg sandwich in his hand. "Is Inesa not back yet?"

Lina had been basically arranged to stay behind these days, and could only go out for a walk occasionally. She was bored when she heard this: "It shouldn't be that easy to investigate the source of the murderer's poison. She also planned to prevent being followed from the moment she went out, so it would probably take longer. Liam also went with her, responsible for 'double tracking' behind her.

"Also, Chameleon went to the local agent organization's contact's place today. It should be temporarily abandoned. There is no one there... Why did you stand up suddenly?"

Wayne rolled his eyes. "When they evacuated before, they probably didn't clean up the fingerprints so carefully, right? Since there's no one there now, do you want to go or should I?"

“I’ll go!”

Lina jumped up from her chair when she heard that. Without even giving Wayne a chance to regret, she turned around and went to find Willy, "Kids! It's time..."

The voice stopped abruptly. Wayne took a bite of the sandwich and turned his head to see Lina stopped at the kitchen door. She stood with her hands folded on her abdomen, as graceful as a lady.

Mr. Molière's puzzled voice came from the corridor, "Sisteria, what are you going to do now?"

Lina's voice was slightly hoarse, as gentle as if she was coaxing a child: "Mr. Wayne gave me a task. In order to ensure your safety, I plan to do as he said."

"Involving you is dangerous enough, I can't let you take risks again..."

"Don't worry, it's just a piece of cake for me..."

The voices of the two people became lower and lower in the corridor, and soon Mr. Molière walked into the restaurant with dissatisfaction and a slight limp, with a serious expression, "Mr. Wayne, you should not let Historia get involved in this matter again."

Wayne couldn't help but hold his forehead again.

What kind of things happened today...When will your bodyguards come to pick us up?