Primordial Sequence

In Billing City, the wind and snow are getting heavier and heavier. Because of the wind and snow, the weather is getting colder and colder. The pedestrians on the road are like sparse stars, becoming fewer and fewer. Camus exhaled hot air and moved the stool closer to the fireplace. Getting closer, luckily the previous owner left some charcoal, otherwise it would be really troublesome.

"Chiji..."

At this moment, Kamiao heard the sound of footsteps stepping on the stagnant water upstairs outside the door. Within a few seconds, the footsteps stopped, and a knock on the door rang.

"Is anyone here? We are from the Crimson Street Police Department. We have something to look for, Mr. Harry." Camus' brows jumped when he heard the other party's origin. He thought about it carefully and found that he had never been here before. Lin Shi seems to have never done anything illegal or disciplinary.

"Is anyone there?" At this moment, a louder voice came from the door. Camus stood up from the fireplace. He opened the door and found three policemen in black uniforms standing at the door of his house. They looked like His face was not very good, and one of them took a special look inside after seeing him speak.

"Hello, let's ask one thing. Do you know Leo Midoma?" Upon hearing the familiar surname, Camus immediately knew what this group of people were here for.

"Yes, what's the matter?"

Upon hearing this, the policeman who knew he was a little fatter said in a low voice, "She is dead. She died last night after reporting the case at our police station. The cause of death was suicide by hanging. His colleague said that she had been looking for the detective and said that she had been found. A powerful detective, comparing their descriptions, we found this place." Hearing his words, Camus was silent, with mixed feelings in his heart, and it took him a long time before he sighed and spoke.

"People who are not even afraid of death are so desperate. What is wrong with this world? She is afraid of nobles beyond death. She would rather commit suicide in despair than struggle. Will you investigate the disappearance of his sister?" Hearing from Camus If so, the three policemen looked at each other, and they took out an arrest warrant and put it in front of Camus.

"Because you falsely accused the nobles and instigated people to commit suicide, you have been arrested. You have the right to remain silent. Before your lawyer arrives, what you say will become evidence in court." Seeing the arrest warrant in front of me and the words in my ears Kamiu was stunned. He opened his mouth and smiled bitterly.

"The world should be like this, why should I expect fairness and kindness."

Camus wanted to run away. He had makeup skills, so he could just change his face when he got to a place where no one was around. But just when he was about to make a move, he suddenly felt a cold gaze looking at him. He looked through In the gap between the three of them, he saw a young man wearing a black windbreaker, monochromatic lenses, and black gloves looking at him. His thoughts of escaping suddenly disappeared and he honestly raised his hands.

"Look...he has a gun, and he's quite beautiful." Seeing Camus raise his hand, several policemen began to search him. They found the luxurious pistol that Casca gave him. Over there The man in black also turned his head and glanced.

"Come with us." Seeing Camus' cooperation, the others were no longer embarrassed. They searched Camus for the few silver coins he had left, and Camus could only watch everything helplessly.

When passing by the man in black, the man in black turned and walked upstairs. Camus suddenly felt nervous. His drawer contained precious meteorologist formulas. However, the man in black did not enter his home, but helped him. He closed the door, and Kamius walked towards the snow-filled carriage with his head lowered.

After nearly an hour's journey, Camus and others arrived in front of a military-style building. There were police public carriages on the dirty snow at the door. Camus was pushed to the second floor, and he was Settled in a small room with only two stools, a table and a gas lamp, Camus' hands were clasped behind his back. He closed his eyes and began to think about what to do next.

"Boom..." Just then the door opened, and a first-level inspector with a silver flower on his shoulder walked in from the door. He had a little beard, a tall nose, and a little sharp eyes. He held a hand in his hand. Holding a few documents, he pulled out a stool and sat across from Camus, and pushed the documents over. Camus fell silent when he saw it.

"I did not falsely accuse him, and I did not instigate her." The document said that he instigated others to falsely accuse the noble Viscount Hanney, and instigated others to commit suicide in some secret way. If he signed, he would be imprisoned for at least two years. ten years.

"Pah..." A mouth sound sounded. Hearing that Kamius was still so stubborn, the inspector slapped Kamius hard in the mouth and spoke with a ferocious expression.

"I don't care what method you use to find the Viscount's evidence. As long as you sign this, I guarantee that your life will be safe."

Kamio licked the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at the inspector coldly. He already understood that the human trafficker group was involved to such an extent. No wonder Kaniso's sister would rather commit suicide than try other ways.

"Damn bastard, do you know what you did? When that bitch came yesterday, someone from the discipline center came to inspect. Do you know what this room is like? You can't see the inside from the outside. What do I want you to do? How about that?" Seeing Camus' cold eyes, the inspector slapped him again. He cursed and explained the reason. When Camus heard that, his eyes were slightly raised like winter, and he quickly twisted his arm and threw it at into the inspector's head.

"Bang..." The inspector was right, and was staggered by Camus' hammer. With red eyes, he kicked Camus hard in the stomach. Camus' body bowed when he saw it, and he endured the painful kick and threw himself at the inspector. , the two immediately rolled together.

"Bastard, bastard." Because Camus' hands were locked, he could only be beaten passively. After a while, his face was covered with blood.

"Go to hell." The inspector under him was beating more and more happily. He pushed down the bloody Camus and kicked him out. Just when he was about to hit him again, he suddenly saw the bloody Camus face. Camus raised his head, revealing eight white teeth, and he slowly raised the pistol in his hand.

"You..." Only then did the inspector react. He touched the pistol at his waist, and his face suddenly turned pale, and then his face turned pale.

"Put down the gun. If you kill me, you will die too." Upon hearing this, Camus stood up against the wall. He swung his arm and wrapped his clothes around the pistol.

"Bang..." As orange-red flames burst out, a big hole appeared on the inspector's chest. He flew out like a rag bag. Camus quickly broke the handcuffs in his hands and ran over to take off his handcuffs. Wear the police uniform on yourself.

"What's going on, Inspector?" At this time, a voice came from outside the door, and Kamius lowered his voice hoarsely and spoke.

"It's okay, I'll take care of it."

"What's wrong with your voice, Inspector?"

"The water I drank just now burned me. I'll be out in a minute." The police officers at the door looked at each other, but in the end they didn't go in. It was only a minute, and they could afford to wait.

In the blink of an eye, a minute passed. Just as the police officer was about to push the door open, the inspector with blood on his face opened the door and walked out. When they saw this scene, they immediately screamed.

"What's the matter, Inspector?"

"Here are the documents for you. This guy is dishonest, but he signed it anyway. I'm going to wash my face first." After saying that, Camus handed them the documents with fingerprints on them, held his hands on his chest and walked out. Several police officers looked at each other. , they looked inside and found a man with a bloody face lying in the corner, and they looked at each other.

"The inspector is still very good. Now Viscount Hanni can rest assured that the Discipline Office will not pay attention to this document if it gets it."

Along the way, Camus remained expressionless while facing the pointing fingers of others. He quickly left the police station, took off his police uniform at a street corner and changed into a slightly younger man. He fled far away for an hour. Finally, under the surprised look in the coachman's eyes, Camus, who was wearing thin clothes, returned home. He opened the drawer, picked up the meteorologist's formula, and left.

"He came back." A few minutes later, a large group of police officers arrived at Kamius' home. When they saw the footprints at the door, they hurriedly entered the house to search.

Not far away, a boy with black hair and a childish face was watching all this. He pinched the money bag in his pocket and smiled slightly.

"Fortunately, there is money in the police uniform, otherwise it would be quite troublesome. I didn't want to mess with you, but you have to find it yourself." After saying that, Camus stopped a public carriage and drove away in the wind and snow. After bandaging his wounds in a private herbal shop, he casually found a hotel on Crimson Street and stayed.

In the Crimson Street Police Department, three men in different clothes were looking at the lying body, silent.

"Change your face? You can also change your voice. It's really interesting." One of the men said faintly. He was wearing a black suit and a crooked red tie. He was the man from the disciplinary center that Camus saw in the alley.

"Make-up artist? Or the Faceless Man in Stage 2." The man wearing monochromatic lenses spoke in a low voice. He never imagined that he, an ordinary-looking man, was actually a terrifying makeup artist.

"Let's see, it's Hani's business again. Has he been too aggressive recently?" A man with a beard, messy brown hair, and a small scar at the corner of his mouth said gloomily.

Looking at the blood-stained confession on the table, the man wearing a monocle swept the document into the trash can with his backhand.

"It's boring. I'm going back to sleep. Since the other person is a makeup artist, I don't think anyone can find him except our mysterious director."

The man in the suit twisted his tie to make him look more crooked. He looked at the muzzle of the gun on the corpse and raised his eyebrows.

"Unfamiliar makeup artist? I didn't expect that there would be an unknown makeup artist coming to Billin City. This is right under the king's nose. Those makeup artists from extraordinary organizations don't dare to come here."

There was a flash of anger in the eyes of the bearded man. He punched a deep hole on the table and spoke in a gloomy tone.

"What should we do about Khani? I don't think the woman committed suicide yesterday."

"He is the younger brother of the queen, and the entire Madica Empire belongs to their family. To them, those people... are just playthings. However, Khani has indeed become more aggressive recently. We are currently negotiating with the Sun Church for other compensations. , Let’s talk about it after this matter is over.” The man in the suit said lightly, and I turned and left.

"Fuck..." Seeing that the two people were ignoring them, the bearded man cursed in frustration. He slapped the head on the stage to pieces and walked out with a gloomy face.

"Crash..." Just after the bearded man left, the stone table where the corpse was placed suddenly fell into pieces, and the broken stones rolled everywhere.