After hearing what So'ou said, Shozhav deeply agreed that they were not deceived by public opinion like the information-deprived public, and that they, as the official administration, naturally knew something about the death of Umr.What's more, there were many records and reports of the evil deeds of the Yellow Clique long before umr.The mysterious events of the Yellow Coat Group occupy a margin of about thirty pages in this thick book; Although the Yellow Coat is not the most active heretical organization in the world, it is still a fearsome existence.Although the Public Security Bureau is currently only a secular organization for the maintenance of order, it will inevitably have to deal with some frightening cases.After pondering, Shozhav dialed the telephone on the table.1 This telephone is used for internal communication in the Public Security Bureau, and is only equipped in the director and the communication room, and now the director is going to contact the communication room."
Jingle bell, jingle bell.""
Director, what's the matter?"
A pleasant female voice came out of the earpiece."
Contact the Mysterious Investigation Bureau, and say that the traces of the Yellow Coat Group have been found.There are no signs of an outbreak yet, but the support of three to five wolf-level investigators is still needed to be cautious. ”"Roger, I'll get back to you in five minutes."
After Shozhav hung up the phone, he breathed a sigh of relief, "I hope this incident is not too prickly." ”"I hope so."
Soar replied with a spread of his hands."
Bureau of Investigation, this is the Mooney Sheriff's Bureau.""
Roger, please.""
We have discovered the traces of the Yellow Coat Group, and we have requested the support of three to five wolf-level investigators.""
Please wait a minute, all the wolf-level investigators in this city are already on duty, and there is only one wolf-level investigator who has traveled to this city from umr city.May I?
”"Then please arrange a few more canines as auxiliaries.""
Got it, let's go contact him.Personnel will arrive in about an hour. ”"Understand, wait for the good news."
It was a man with short silver-gray hair, and his figure walking alone on the street looked a little lonely.In this warm early spring, the Mooney Black Market blows a warm breeze.It was the second day he had come to this strange city, his leather coat was stained with the dust of the road, he was wearing a pair of loose wide-legged pants on his lower body, and he was carrying a large backpack on his back, which was filled with some mess.He took out a box of matches and cigarettes from his bosom with his dusty hands, took out the last crumpled cigarette, held it to his mouth, lit it with a match, and took a deep breath.To others, he looks more like a down-and-out vagabond.Calmly exhaling a smoke ring, he silently watched the city, he knew that he was going to complete his mission in this city, and finish the damn farce.His index and middle fingers shook slightly, shaking off the ashes of the cigarette.The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes reveal the vicissitudes of his time, and no one knows what he has been through during this time except himself.That sharp-eyed, imposing detective, that wolf of umr would actually end up in such a field.Now he is shy, and he is no longer the captain of the security team who can smoke a high-grade cigar at will.This last inferior cigarette had a spicy taste mixed with a strange fishy smell, but he didn't care about these side effects.This is still what he bought with the last money on his body to top the addiction, and he doesn't care much about those things outside his body anymore.The people he cared about were no longer there, and Jobron lived a decadent life, wandering the world with cigarettes and alcohol every day.He's been in skirmishes, he's been in the middle of a regional epidemic, he's stopped evil in his work.Exploring mysterious monuments, flipping through numerous classics, and studying the gaps in history, Chobuterrand realized that human history may only be a small point in the universe.In this vast universe, galaxy, and world, human beings' understanding of this world is too shallow.There are always people who arrogantly think that as long as they conquer the continent, they will conquer the world, but they do not understand the vastness of this world.The universe, the oceans, the underground, and even the depths of dreams are incomprehensible to humans.Those ancient beings even predate the existence of humans, and the light of human beings is only more unbearable than ants in front of those existences.Tubtrand felt his own fragility as a human being, and also realized his own shortcomings, and it was his destiny to leave his own meaning in his short life.One day the voice of um appeared in his head, and instead of a large amount of mystical knowledge as before, he used that empty voice to name a place, and that was Munihe.With Umer's guidance, Jobreng arrived in this busy city last night.He first went to the local investigation bureau to register, and then continued to wander the streets.Jobuterrand liked to see the world from the perspective of a bystander, because the world seen in this way is often the most objective.In this vast sea of people, this city has its own unique vitality, people in this city are like schools of sardines in the sea, one or two sink to the bottom of the sea at any time, but the other schools of fish do not care.Jobron put down his bulging backpack and sat down on the corner.At the same time, a fashionably dressed man is looking around the street in a panic, and he has been ordered by his superiors to go to a vital wolf-level investigator.Ever since he became a canine investigator, the man felt that he was extraordinary, so he deliberately made a difference in his dress.He had in his hand a sketch of a portrait of Jobuttrand from his time in Umr, and he was looking for the sharp-edged man everywhere."
Looking for me?"
Jobuterrand said lazily against the wall.The man who was dressed flamboyantly and wore a lot of shiny ornaments on his body turned his head to look, "This person is so sloppy, it can't be the wolf-level investigator I'm looking for, right?"
”Then he gave him a dismissive look and turned his head to continue walking.The moment he turned around, Jobron was already behind him.A smoke ring spat on the canine investigator's face, and Chobuterrand's hand rested lightly on him, giving him a sense of intimidation, though not forcefully."
Something to talk about?"
Jobuterron said hoarsely, and raised the shoddy cigarette in his hand to take a puff.The smoke reached the nose of the frightened investigator, and he slowly turned his head, only to see a pair of goshawk-like eyes!
Note 1: The first telephone in history was invented by Donio Muzzi and was made public in 1860, but it was a relatively expensive commercial product.