Sell Evil

Venice is doomed to be an extraordinary city since its birth. Renaissance town, industrial and commercial center, the most prosperous port in the Mediterranean. In the history of Europe before the twentieth century, it has experienced several prosperity and decline here, and what is left is a beautiful, poetic water city.

But these are the past.

Almost a century ago, the rule of the empire changed the landscape here.

In the turbulent years of the Resistance, framed, assassinated, and occupied, occurred in every corner; not long after, religion became the next target that must be cleaned up, and the actual power of all religions in the world was almost completely abolished; In the end, business was also involved. From then on, behind every big sale on the planet, nobles and royalty could get a share of their core benefits.

Venice is just one of the countless historical cities affected.

Today, the seven churches here need to buy tickets to enter. Some are basically equivalent to the museum being opened to the outside world, and some are used solely for tourism. The "priests" and "nuns" in the church are only playing clergy. It's just that I might just go to a nightclub after work. Hundreds of palace mansions along the Grand Canal were also bounded by the lands of the Empire. The essence of these ancient European architectural arts has now mostly become the office of the imperial government, and very few are still used as private residences, but the people who live in them are basically those who work in the palace next door during the day and return at night Characters sleeping in their own mansion.

For so many days, decaying sludge will inevitably accumulate under the flashy water.

威尼斯 Venice in 2101 belongs to the crown of counties, one of the five counties of Western Europe. I can't find much of the romantic water city here, and the glory of the past is hard to reproduce. The population is mainly composed of five categories: port workers, seafarers, service industry players, tourists and self-employed persons. Bars and nightclubs are everywhere, and these business places that are incompatible with the European art atmosphere are the only way for ordinary people who live here to chat and comfort.

January, the tourist season is the coldest and rainiest time of the year in Venice.

In front of the door of the Copper Parrot Bar, a yellow warning line was pulled, and several police officers blocked the crowd on the outside.

In the night, a man came silently.

With a high-necked trench coat and an old-fashioned peaked cap, he is like an old-school detective in the era of black and white movies.

After showing the ID to the police officer, he walked towards the bar, blocked the warning line in front of him, and distorted and rose up without any touch to allow him to pass smoothly. This scene took only two seconds. No one noticed that his hands had been stuck in the trench coat pockets.

His name is 诶 洛特奈, thirty-three years old, "strong", the legend of the Venice Police Department, the villains in the city call it "paper knight".

Zhi Zhixia likes this title very much. His point is that his name was born louder and was given by his parents, but the name of Zhixia was earned by himself. Just like Superman is called Superman, not because he has superpowers, but because he uses superpowers to help and save many people. If he does nothing, he is just Clark.

"Hey, you're here at last, Lotte." Sheriff Dicken, a big-bellied poop, beckoned to the paper man; "You have to come and see this, haha, a rookie just vomited after watching."

The paper man went to Dickon, took the PVP670 in his hand, and clicked directly to play. "Is this a surveillance video?"

"Yes, you see, the suspect is the big man on the left side of the screen, the one who is sitting at the bar and drinking ... Look there, three young people are harassing the hostess. She knocked over the wine in the tray and spilled on the big man "Dickon pointed at the player screen in the paper man's hand and explained," Next ... man, you have to take a good look at this ... "

The suspect in the picture is over 1.90m tall, looks like a water athlete, has an inch, and wears sunglasses in a dimly lit bar.

When the waitress accidentally knocked the drink over him, he slowly turned his head, took off his sunglasses, and said something to the little jumble. In general, this sentence is likely to be "stay away from her", and then a heroic act of saving beauty will be staged. However, the next scene in the video was that he grabbed the hostess's head with one hand, lifted her up, and threw it out.

The paper man raised his head slightly, glanced at the unseen position in the video, and in the direction the hostess was thrown out, he saw a messy wine cabinet against the wall.

"How's that hostess now?" Paper Xia asked, his gaze returned to the video footage.

Dickon replied: "I'm still alive, with multiple cuts on her body, soft tissue contusions, and serious neck injuries, but there is no danger to her life. She can be discharged in half a month. Compared with that gang, she is lucky. "He pointed to the screen of PVP670 again." Look, this is the first dead. "

I saw the big man punching in the picture towards the one who was closest to himself. His fist entered from his left chest, his back extended, and he was neat and clean. It was as smooth as a sharp knife penetrating a piece of fat.

"I think that scene helped every drunk in the house to wake up, and after about 20 seconds, we lost all the witnesses. Their movement was faster than escaping from the scene of the fire." Dickon Take a bar of chocolate from your jacket pocket and eat it on your own.

Zhixia's brows are locked deeply. The fist in front of him is so horrible. If five fingers are close together to make a palm punch, the blow with the fingertips is understandable, but it can penetrate through the body with ordinary fists. Also, no broken internal organs splattered from the back of the deceased, which shows how amazing the continuous force and speed.

In the video, the other two stunts stood for two seconds and wanted to escape, but the big man grabbed the back of the neck before one of them left the surveillance camera. From the expression on that stupid face, the bigger the man's hand, the more he held it. The tighter it took just a few seconds, a lot of blood spilled from the rumbling mouth. This scene is like a tube of toothpaste being struck to death from the middle. His neck was pinched and deformed, his face was purple and blue, and his eyes were rolled up. The entire face began to swell.

Finally, the big man smirked and slammed his head into a hard bar. That scene, like a bulging pustule, was punctured by a needle, and the splashed liquid could fly far ...

The paper man looked up again and looked at the direction of the bar: "Well, this explains the smell that has been permeating since I walked in ..." He turned off PVP670, returned it to Deakin, and immediately Asked, "What about the one who escaped the camera?"

Dickon said: "I was caught by the big man when I ran to the door. You can hardly imagine what the weapon is." He tilted his head toward the pool table.

The paperman asked half-jokingly: "What? He made a kebab with a cue?"

"Ha!" Dickon didn't laugh, but just pretended to laugh: "I said you can't think of it." He made a grip gesture with his hand and said to his eyes: "The suspect put a snooker and stuffed it In the kid's eye socket. "

"Oh? I thought the gadget was bigger than our eyes."

Dickon dismissed the paper joke ’s joke: "Yes, this is why the deceased's brow bone and cheekbones are broken. The murderer is like forcing the jigsaw into an inappropriate slot to fill the dead. Brain capacity, needless to say, we collected some brain fluid that overflowed from the nostrils and ears, and the coroner will also find an eyeball from a pile of turbulent brain fluid. The most interesting thing since the New Year party is not He? "He slumped his face." Okay, that's the end of the joke. I'll leave it to you from now on. I don't want to swim in this muddy water. "

The paper knight said: "I know, you are only responsible for the part of the invitation when the case is closed."

"Hey! Listen, know who your **** copywriting is ..."

"Okay, okay, you and yours, keep clearing, I have to go out and breathe." Paperman interrupted Dickon's puppet, turned and walked, passing by a young policeman with a green face He smiled and said, "Hey man, do you like cheese sandwiches?"

The moment the other party heard the words, they turned and stooped while vomiting.

I just listened to Deakin's roar coming from behind: "Asshole! I said just now, find a paper bag!"