The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

It seems that the weirdo is talking about the notebook that Zhao Chuanxin once found.

And isn’t the intelligent biological brain that the weirdos call the stars and the moon?

He had considered giving his notes to a weirdo a long time ago in exchange for benefits.

It has never been taken into action.

Zhao Chuanxin was afraid that "I" would be stupid, so he hurriedly wrote,

[I will not tell the weirdo about the notes and Xingyue for the time being. 】

It's not that Zhao Chuanxin is too precious, because they are completely two worlds, and there is no need to hide them.

If he had an AI in his own world, he would definitely hide it secretly and no one would tell.

But the world in the diary doesn’t matter.

At worst, there will be a technological explosion, but it won't be able to explode him anyway.

Just handing it over easily would make this note look cheap.

When they tried their best and failed to find him, he stood up to "turn the tide", and the effect was huge.

Human nature, that's all.

After figuring out the cause and effect, Zhao Chuanxin agreed.

[I promised the weirdo. 】

[The weirdo is very happy: Brave man, you made the right choice again. 】

[I received elastic boots specially made for horses, Creation of War, and a blood-locking film, as well as how to use them as rewards! 】

[Now, I need to gather my strength to prepare for the long and dangerous journey. 】

In order to save his energy, Zhao Chuanxin also took out his elastic boots and blood-locking membrane.

Since it is a reward, it will be given in duplicate.

The blood-locking membrane was an injection, and Zhao Chuanxin's portion was directly inserted into his arm by him.

After pushing it down, I felt my skin was on fire.

He was suddenly startled: "Oh, that's too reckless!"

Are there any side effects?

Fortunately, this feeling comes and goes quickly.

Slowly, I just felt a little itchy, and soon returned to normal.

It's too late to say anything now.

It can only be said that the weirdo's brain is too powerful. For a long time, Zhao Chuanxin has trusted this man's incredible IQ that even surpasses Einstein.

Looking at the elastic boots, there are four in total, shaped like horseshoes.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at Mi Shan with evil intentions.

Mishan noticed an evil aura that enveloped him, snorted uneasily, and stared at Zhao Chuanxin fearfully.

"Finally, you fall into my hands!"

Zhao Chuanxin stood up with an evil smile and slowly approached Mi Shan.

Mishan began to struggle, but was tied by the rope and couldn't escape.

When Zhao Chuanxin got closer, Mi Shan began to circle around the stakes to dodge.

If Zhao Chuanxin goes to the left, it will go to the right. If Zhao Chuanxin goes to the right, it will go to the left.

"Haha, you little horse, are you trying to challenge human intelligence?"

Zhao Chuanxin changed his strategy and started to circle in one direction.

Sure enough, Mishan tied himself up in a cocoon. As he turned around, the rope wrapped around the stake, getting shorter and shorter...

It wasn't until it stopped pulling that I was surprised.

I am Cao, what have I done?

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and slapped you: "I'll beat you to death!"

Mi Shan showed his weakness and quickly bowed his head.

Zhao Chuanxin patted its hooves: "Lift it up!"

Unexpectedly, Mi Shan was very understanding of human nature and actually raised his head obediently.

Just as Zhao Chuanxin put his hand in, Mi Shan suddenly put down his hoof.

Thanks to how fast Zhao Chuanxin pumped his hand, he was almost stepped on by it!

If a horse is stepped on with the weight of a horse, the bones and tendons must not be broken.

"How despicable!"

It was the first time that Zhao Chuanxin came into contact with such a despicable creature, and he got angry and slapped it again!

This slap was a bit strong, and Mishan was really honest this time.

I'm scared!

It follows kindness like a stream, and lifts its hoof when Zhao Chuanxin asks him to do so.

There was suddenly a little extra weight on the hoof. Even though it wasn't heavy, it still felt uncomfortable.

It's like a piece of 502 glue is stuck to a person's hand. Even if the skin and flesh are torn off, it won't stick to it.

However, elastic boots are like tarsal maggots, how can they be easily shaken off?

This move is much harder than slapping it twice!

After digging for almost ten minutes, Mishan finally gave Zhao Chuanxin a pitiful snort.

"Teach me a lesson so you can remember it better!"

Zhao Chuanxin was relieved to see how uncomfortable it looked.

According to the weirdo, when you wake up tomorrow, the elastic boots will be firmly fixed like neoplastic tissue, and you will slowly get used to them.

Therefore, it’s time to teach this guy a lesson.

Remember to eat but not to beat the shit!

When the thoughts are clear, I can fall asleep.

The next day, Zhao Chuanxin's clothes were all wet with dew.

He was woken up by Li Zhitao.

"Zhao Sheng, wake up, you will get cold if you do this."

Zhao Chuanxin opened his eyes and shuddered: "Hiss...it was a bit hot last night. Why does it feel so cold this morning?"

In November, I slept in the open air all night without a quilt, my body was wet and blown by the wind.

It's weird if it's not cold.

Chuishuiju pointed sleepily at Mi Shan and said, "Sheng Zhao, what a horse..."

"Oh, I picked it up."

Chui Shui Ju Xin said you should be called Chui Shui Xin.

On Hong Kong Island, you can't pick up a horse.

He said excitedly: "Sheng Zhao, I have an idea! Let's go horse racing and make money!"

Zhao Chuanxin was shocked. Mi Shan was stolen from the racecourse. You want me to take him to a horse race?

Are you showing off?

"Okay, Hong Kong Idea King, go buy breakfast and stop bragging."

Chuishuiju: "..."

I yawned, followed by a shiver.

Zhao Chuanxin hugged his arms and said: "Taotao, go wash up and bring me some water. This basin contains face wash water, and the water for brushing my teeth is put into this glass bottle. Go ahead."

After they all left, Zhao Chuanxin took out dry clothes and put on a woolen coat, which made him feel much warmer.

Looking at the pitiful Mi Shan who seemed to be convinced, Zhao Chuanxin filled it with fodder again.

Not only did he follow other people's horses, he also followed the forage.

"After you finish eating, I will take you to drink water."

Not long after, Li Zhitao and the others came back.

After Zhao Chuanxin washed up, he wolfed down the hot buns that Chui Shuiju brought back.

After the hot buns went down, warmth surged up, and finally it wasn't so cold anymore.

After finishing the seafood porridge, Zhao Chuanxin went over to untie Mishan's reins.

He got on the horse, clamped the horse's belly, and started walking.

"Zhao Sheng, wait for us..."

Mi Shan's back was undulating so much because the elasticity under his feet increased, making each step go a long way.

When he first took a few steps, he was very uncomfortable.

But immediately, it found that its speed and bounce had greatly increased.

Each step was taken with ease and ease, and the speed increased unconsciously.

Moreover, the horse's hooves stepped on the ground silently, as if they were equipped with rubber mats.

This caused the five people following him to run and jog closely. When they reached the public water tap, they were already panting from exhaustion.

I just finished my breakfast and it was half digested. I don’t know if I have gastroptosis.

After Mi Shan drank enough water, Zhao Chuanxin turned around and said: "Toad boy, when you go to a charity meeting, you must keep a low profile. From now on, you will be the liaison officer.

Taotao, you are waiting for news about Toad Boy in the boathouse. "

Li Zhitao was somewhat reluctant.

But he didn't dare to refute.

Regardless of what they thought, Zhao Chuanxin hit his horse and galloped out.

…

The beginning of the Hong Kong Island Police was in 1841, when William Kin served as the Chief Magistrate. At that time, there were only dozens of British veterans serving as police officers. In 1844, the Police Department was formally established on Hong Kong Island, which separated the judicial and police functions, and a real police department was established.

Li Ziyu is now a member of the Hong Kong Island Police Department and has made outstanding achievements in handling many cases.

He studied in England.

Of course, his studying abroad is a nice way of saying it, but the reality is that he is an auditor.

He secretly audited the Defense Affairs Section of the Royal Military Academy Sandhurst for two years.

Li Ziyu is very interesting. Because his Asian face makes it difficult to eavesdrop on the class, he taught himself how to put on makeup. He sticks on a long blond beard and paints eyebrows every day to make himself look like a British person and get away with it.

He spoke a fluent Cockney accent, which endeared him to his superiors.

Li Ziyu was frowning at a piece of information at this time. After reading it for a long time, he turned to ask his assistant: "I asked you to find information on the theft cases of major foreign banks in the mainland. Haven't you finished it yet?"

The assistant frowned: "Detective Li, it's not convenient to go to the mainland. Contact the relevant personnel there, and there is too little information in the telegram."

Li Ziyu's tone was calm and calm: "When I gave you this job, I never said it would be easy. Find a way, even if you go to the mainland in person."

The assistant continued to complain: "But the superiors will not allocate funds for the investigation. After all, it is not a bank in Hong Kong that was stolen."

"Do you think I'm investigating a bank theft case?" Li Ziyu put down the information and straightened his back: "The person I want to investigate is Zhao Chuanxin. I highly doubt that the gangster who injured the British policeman with a gun is Zhao Chuanxin. salary.

I even suspect that Zhao Chuanxin was responsible for those bank thefts! "

The assistant was surprised: "What? Zhao Chuanxin? Detective Li, if it is really Zhao Chuanxin, we can't provoke him. This man is lawless and is called a Far East desperado by the locals in the United States! If it is really him, we might as well secretly Release the water..."

"Shut up!" Li Ziyu said with a displeased face: "If I was afraid of death, would I still be a policeman?"

Life was at stake, and the assistant felt aggrieved. He was really afraid of Zhao Chuanxin.

He asked unconvinced: "Then how do you know that these things are related to Zhao Chuanxin?"

"In the judicial science I studied, I paid attention to trace verification and forensic science. This is my method of handling cases.

I went to the United States before.

Many people are aware of Zhao Chuanxin's rampage and brutal violence in the United States. But what most people don't know is that banks along his route have been robbed or stolen.

I conducted an on-site inspection and found that the door locks of bank vaults all have one thing in common - neat cuts. Another thing they have in common is that the gangsters usually sweep everything away, leaving nothing to grow.

Because the banks in the western United States were all small banks with small amounts, and the west itself was filled with all kinds of brutal violence, this matter was not taken seriously.

Some time ago, several banks in Kobe, Japan were robbed. The cuts were also neat, and no silver nuggets as big as fingernails were left behind.

Hundreds and millions of silver dollars are not something that one person can move.

This is completely consistent with the clues I saw in the newspaper about the theft of foreign banks in China.

That's why I made a bold inference that these might all be the work of one person.

And this person is Zhao Chuanxin! "

The assistant was stunned.

In fact, just like the Sherlock Holmes written by the writer Conan Doyle, he attributed many things to the creation of Sherlock Holmes, but this is not the case.

Many scientific methods have been used to solve crimes in the UK today, such as shoes, tire marks, fingerprints, ballistics and handwriting analysis, etc. The deductive method is by no means original to Conan Doyle.

But how did the assistant know this? He just thought that Li Ziyu was really amazing!

From just a few clues, it was inferred that Zhao Chuanxin was the culprit.

My brother is awesome.

But he still had a doubt: "Then how did you infer that Zhao Chuanxin was the gangster who injured the British policeman?"

Li Ziyu picked up the water glass, took a sip of tea, and handed a journal at hand to his assistant: "Look at this."

The assistant picked up the journal and it read: "Lugang Town Journal".

The cover of the journal shows a female mounted policeman riding a horse and carrying a gun.

The female mounted police officer is very beautiful, and her police uniform is well-fitted, powerful and fashionable. Wearing a baseball cap, the ponytail hangs naturally at the back. She carried a Mosin-Nagant rifle on her back and a revolver at her waist.

At the same time, it is also equipped with a cavalry sword.

The assistant simply didn't know how to describe this woman.

Vocabulary is so scarce!

If Zhao Chuanxin was in charge, he would definitely tell him: Sa!

I still want to take a second look at the cover, because there are no pictorials in China yet, and this method of using photos and hand-painted covers is the first of its kind. Especially, the woman in the photo is so attractive!

If it were not for the "Lugang Town Journal", the emergence of this form of pictorial would have been delayed for many years. At that time, it was called "Liangyou Pictorial".

I wanted to read it again, but the assistant resisted and turned to the first page.

He exclaimed: "This kind of paper, the quality is so good! There are even photos?"

I don’t know how to do it, but the first page is the entire printed photo, including the inside of the cover page, plus the first page, it is filled with the entire photo.

This is fresh.

This is an aerial view, a silhouette of the most prosperous area of ​​Lugang Town. The angle is strange but comfortable.

There are three big characters written on it, Lugang Town.

There is also a small introduction next to it: (When I open my eyes every morning, I stand in front of the white floor-to-ceiling windows and watch the street repeat the same scene over and over again - primary school students carrying big schoolbags to school, dogs at the door of department stores starting to bark, The carriage carrying vegetables passed by on the stone road... I was very happy, because this is called peace.

I think that the prosperity, tranquility, and avant-garde of Lugang Town should not be exclusive to you. I should share it with you. ——Zhao Chuanxin. )

The assistant read it for a long time. He was obviously not a young man, but he liked this journal a little bit.

Is this ten thousand times better than a newspaper? Definitely worth collecting!

But he still asked curiously: "Detective Li, is this nothing? Although this journal is surprisingly good, I don't see anything suspicious."

Li Ziyu took another sip of tea, smiled and said, "Keep reading."

Continue to turn the page, and the second page is still a photo.

A plump and charming woman, wearing a dress, showing off her curvy figure.

hiss……

The current trend is that any woman with some status and wealth would like to have her head covered. Even if you have a good figure, it is bound to be covered by the large sleeves of the seemingly bloated robe.

That's right, it was intentional.

Don’t let others see it!

When the assistant looked at this ordinary photo of Miao Cuihua in a dress, it was much more shocking than when Zhao Chuanxin looked at the photo of a bikini beauty.

Wow...

The assistant's nosebleed came out.

Li Ziyu, who was seeing the old god, couldn't help but be shocked when he saw this.

I asked you to look for clues inside. Are you having a nosebleed?

He has been to England and traveled to the United States.

An old European empire like Britain is actually not that open.

But the United States is different. Especially on the eastern coastline, there are many women wearing swimsuits and sunbathing by the swimming pools of private villas.

When Li Ziyu read this journal, he was far less fussy than his assistant.

But he was also curious, how could such a civilized atmosphere be achieved in remote areas far away from home and abroad?

The assistant sheepishly took out the handkerchief, blocked his nose, took it off to check the amount of bleeding, folded it in half, put it back, and continued to read the journal with one hand.

Since this is the first issue, most of the content is about the basic necessities of Lugang Town.

A photo of Liu Jiahui as a mounted policeman with a dashing appearance, a photo of Miao Cuihua carrying bags and shopping in a department store with her head raised and her mouth slightly raised, and a photo of Zhao Zhongyi wearing a white shirt with a Lugang Town armband...

In addition to people, there are also small squares in Lugang Town filled with birds, stone streets bustling with people, schools and other places.

The spiritual outlook of Lugang Town is all reflected in these photos.

Li Ziyu saw that his assistant had flipped through almost half of the book. It could be seen from his expression that he had not found any clues at all and was completely immersed in the contents of the "Lugang Town Journal".

This made Li Ziyu think, should he change his assistant?

Unable to help coughing, he asked: "Did you see anything?"

Suddenly interrupted, the assistant looked up: "Ah? What?"

The little eyes were very confused.

This made Li Ziyu sigh: "Let me ask you, did you see anything?"

"Ah, I can see it, I can see it." The assistant responded quickly and replied quickly. "The atmosphere in Lugang Town is very civilized, catching up with the great powers. The people in Lugang Town are wealthy, and there are department stores where you can shop. The education in Lugang Town is good, and there is also a library. The women in Lugang Town are so beautiful. The cover and the second page are particularly beautiful..."

After all, Li Ziyu couldn't hold it back and slammed the table: "I asked you to look for clues, what are you looking at?"

The assistant lowered his head in shame.

Li Ziyu came over and pointed at the clothes of the people in Lugang Town in the black and white photos in the journal with his finger: "Have you seen this hoodie?"

Nodding quickly, the assistant responded: "I saw it, it looks very good, but it's a pity that we don't sell it here."

"..." Li Ziyu laughed stupidly at him: "Do you remember how the injured British police officer described the gangster when the confession was recorded?"

This time, the assistant finally understood what Li Ziyu wanted him to see.

"Yes, yes, that gangster was wearing a hoodie like this, not a coat!" After the assistant finished speaking, he remembered something and asked again: "Detective Li, where did you get this "Lugang Town Journal" "?"

He wanted to say that he also wanted to buy a copy.

But looking at Li Ziyu's face, he didn't dare to say anything.