The Basic Law of Routines in the Infinite World

【brief introduction】

"Want to know the meaning of life? Want to really....live?"

"No, get out!"

"Uh... Then let me put it another way, do you want to go to the second dimension?"

"how to get to!!!"

"Come on, stick your head into this noose, and kick off the stool under your feet."

Infinite Space Survival Guide:

One: Never believe the nonsense that the Garden of Eden will not issue mortal missions!

Two: Never try to guess anything from the main task!

Three: Never believe in any price-performance ratio!

Four: Never believe that you are the protagonist, because there are countless protagonists here

If you can do the above three points, then please open the second page of the "Basic Law of Routines" in front of you. There are sixty more items in it, which are...... Listen to the class carefully! The teacher hates people who don't know how to count!

〇① Lolita's Black Egg 【Black Bullet】

Prologue (Part 1)

Los Angeles

In the city's No. 1 People's Hospital, Xiu Yan was wearing a white coat and walked to the door of a ward.

His eyes looked around, and finally his eyes fell on a little girl sitting on a lounge chair.

The little girl is about seven or eight years old, wearing a princess dress, obediently holding a comic book and reading happily.

Xiu Yan walked over to her and took out his wallet from his pocket. He knelt down and handed the wallet to the little girl: "Little sister, take it and buy candy."

The little girl was stunned for a moment, then took the wallet, and looked at Xiu Yan with a smile: "Thank you uncle, but, although I don't mind, starting with three years, the maximum penalty is death."

"Pfft!" Xiu Yan was almost choked to death by his own mouthful of saliva. He looked at the little girl dumbfounded: "Do you know what you just said? Do you know that you will be targeted by bad guys like this?"

"Of course." The little girl had an angelic smile on her face, she stood up, took out a coin from somewhere and handed it to Xiu Yan: "Uncle, the coin will bring luck, I gave it to you."

Xiu Yan took the coin in a daze, while the little girl had already bounced away.

Seeing the little girl completely disappear from his field of vision, Xiuyan came back to his senses, and murmured: "Oh, the world is getting worse, people's hearts are not old, and children have become old drivers? Today In this world, besides the big chicken under the skirt, what else is there to believe in?"

Even so, he had already opened the door and entered the ward.

He took out a medical record under his arm, and walked to the middle-aged man who was being taken care of by two nurses: "Is that right, Fu Jian? Check today, are you ready?"

"Examination?" The middle-aged man on the bed was stunned for a moment.

"Yeah." Xiuyan didn't explain anything, but directed the two nurses with a businesslike attitude: "Help the patient into the wheelchair. There are quite a lot of people, hurry up and don't delay the patients behind."

"Oh, oh, good." Hearing this, the two little nurses quickly supported Fu Jian to the wheelchair next to him.

Xiu Yan walked over and took the handle of the wheelchair: "Okay, you guys are busy."

With that said, he had already pushed Fu Jian out.

After he left, the two girls had already discussed: "Which department is that doctor from just now? He looks so handsome, why haven't I seen it before?"

"Maybe he's new here." Another nurse frowned: "However... why do you think his work card is the same as Dr. Wang's name? Forget it, I'll ask about it later."

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In the conference hall of the Criminal Investigation Brigade of the Los Angeles City Public Security Bureau.

There was a circle of people sitting in front of the table in the conference hall. They all lowered their heads at this moment, as if they were being trained.

"Three months! Only three months!" A somewhat bald leader slammed the table on the lecture hall: "Three months! Twelve murders! Los Angeles is such a fart In the larger area, your criminal investigation team didn't even find out any information for me!"

"You guys are going to let the murderer kill one person a week like a weekend, right?"

"Report to the chief!" An old policeman stood up saluting: "The murderer is too cunning, and has strong anti-reconnaissance methods! We need time!"

"I still need some fucking time!" Hearing such an answer, the bureau chief scolded immediately: "Zhou Hao! You are the top criminal investigator in our bureau! It's okay to be helpless for three months, give it back to me now!" Said it will take time! The murderer has posted every video of the murder on the Internet, and you still have no clues!"

"Report to the Director!"

"Shut up!" the director yelled, then pointed to a circle of guys with lowered heads and said, "The 228 serial murder case has a huge impact and is extremely bad in nature! It's being reported all over the country! I've already issued a military order with the leaders It’s gone! If you don’t solve the case within half a month! I’ll take off my police uniform! Let me tell you, the hat on my head is gone, and none of you will try to wear it for me!”

"It's the director!"

"Okay." After getting angry, the director shook his hand and looked at Zhou Hao: "Zhou Hao, I have already handed over all the resources that can be mobilized by the Municipal Bureau to you. This case needs to be solved as soon as possible. I don't want to hear more about it." What an excuse, remember, look at your clothes before you speak, you have to be worthy of it!"

"yes!"

"You guys continue with the meeting." The director said, and had already opened the door and walked out.

After the director left, there was a burst of discussion in the conference room.

Zhou Hao had already stepped onto the podium, and clapped his hands to signal everyone to be quiet: "Hi everyone, I am Zhou Hao, the captain of the Criminal Investigation Brigade, and I am currently in charge of the 228 extra large serial murder case. I will give you a brief recap of this case."

"On February 28 this year, during the Spring Festival, Yang Yongxin, a well-known educator in our city, was murdered at home. Counterfeit air gun. On March 14, entrepreneur Tao Kaihong was found dead in his office, shot in limbs and chest. He was killed at home, his body was hung up, his body was cut open and his wounds were counted, and he died of excessive blood loss. On March 28, Feng Gangjie, director of the Los Angeles Education Bureau, was killed at home. In the following three months, every After seven days, there will be a victim."

"Let me add something." Vice-captain Wang Huasheng had already stood up: "After each victim died, a video of himself would appear on his social account, telling the crimes they had committed, and, There's a V at the end of every video."

"Does this letter have any special meaning?" A new criminal policeman raised his hand and asked.

"Vigilante" Wang Huasheng said: "The literal translation is a vigilante, but another meaning is a judicial sanctioner."

"There is one more thing that needs everyone's attention." Zhou Hao said: "The murderer's danger level is gradually escalating from the first one-hit death to the subsequent murders. Posting the victim's self-report on the Internet is even more telling. The murderer has nothing to fear. Moreover, inducing the victim to report himself proves that the murderer has a strong ability to torture. In other words, he possesses the ability to collapse the victim's psychological defenses. This is an extremely dangerous guy."

"The current situation is very serious." Wang Huasheng said: "Now, the murderer is called the Los Angeles version of V on the Internet. In two months, our bureau has captured as many as five imitators."

"I hate the current network technology." Someone muttered below.

"Does the murderer have any clues?" A criminal policeman asked.

"There were no redundant fingerprints or footprints left at the scene, and no suspicious persons were found in the surveillance video."

"Is there any connection between the victims?"

"This is the weirdest part." Zhou Hao stretched out his hand and shook: "The victims come from all walks of life, including government officials, hospital doctors, school teachers, entrepreneurs, artists, and even school students."

"Are all the victims killed?"

"No, a month ago, cartoonist Fu Jian's car exploded, but the victim survived by chance, and has now been transferred from the intensive care unit to the general ward."

"The car exploded? Could it be an accident? Why is it confirmed that it is related to the 228 homicide?"

"Because the police station received an attack notice from Fu Jian."

At this moment, the entire conference room fell into silence, and everyone was thinking about the motive of committing the crime.

At this moment, the door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open, and a young policeman ran in: "Team Zhou! Team Zhou! Watch TV!"