Noisy sirens blared one after another, and more than a dozen police cars parked in front of the half-demolished apartment building in the lower city.

The county police used yellow warning tape to completely seal off the building. The scene was completely controlled and orderly. There were no bloody conflicts and no monster attacks. A few fat-bellied county police officers even had breakfast beside the police car.

Several vans from the chemical protection department of the Psionics Administration were parked on the side of the road, and a group of staff wearing blue chemical protection suits carried disinfection boxes on their backs and held sprayers to disinfect the corridors and rooms.

There were hundreds of homeless people gathering in those rooms. Since there was no place to house them for the time being, both the administration and the county police chose to ignore them.

In the room, there were still a large number of half-toad, half-human corpses. They died without any warning, with no wounds or signs of a struggle.

These corpses were packed in black body bags by the Bureau and loaded into trucks one bag at a time. They will be transported to the mysterious laboratory of the Bureau for dissection and research.

Diana and Badr stood on the side of the road, watching their colleagues from the chemical defense department carrying a huge black body bag onto the car. The bag contained only half of the giant toad's body.

The two of them received a notification from the Psionic Firearms Management Department almost at the same time. Parker's missing psychic pistol sent five signals from the underground of this abandoned apartment building around 8:30 this morning.

Although the administration dispatched nearby county police to surround the entire neighborhood before the two arrived, the gun thief still escaped. However, the administration was not without success.

Badr once again arrived at the scene ahead of Diana, but to his disappointment, the gun thief seemed not keen on making big news, but rather liked being an unknown hero.

Near the breach in the sewer of the apartment building, he found many civilian imitation flame bullet shells, and there were still some ashes of unburned monster limbs on the ground.

Forensic doctors at the scene have preliminarily confirmed that the giant toad is an ordinary psychically infected protozoa and has nothing to do with the monsters in the psychic explosion space. In other words, there is no psychic explosion effect here, and killing such infected monsters cannot obtain sacred objects.

diamond.

At first, he was very convinced that the gun thief was a villain who obtained psychic powers through illegal means, trying to use the stolen psychic pistol to hunt monsters and obtain sacred objects.

Since humans discovered that spiritual energy has unimaginable enhancement effects on the human body, people who hold the idea of ​​"defying heaven with force" have emerged in endlessly. They may know something about spiritual energy and holy objects, but they will never know this kind of

What is the cost of "reinforcement"?

Bader thought silently, if the gun-stealing buddy also had such naive ideas, he could not possibly not know that psychically infected monsters would not condense sacred diamonds. After all, he had already used illegal means to infect his body with

The most basic psychic element is produced, otherwise the psychic pistol cannot be used.

He didn't believe that anyone would risk being chased to the ends of the earth by the Bureau to steal a psychic pistol just to kill monsters in obscurity. If his moral character and motives were so noble, why not just join the Bureau?

Badr began to waver in his speculation about the motive of the gun thief. There was only one theory he could accept, and that was that the man's mental condition was worrying.

Diana didn't know what Bader was thinking. She visited Weber's spiritual office early this morning to learn more about Parker, but things were not as simple as she thought.

"Do you read comics Diana?" Bader suddenly asked.

"What?" Diana was stunned.

"Superhero comics. They depict heroes wearing colorful uniforms and having various nicknames, performing chivalrous acts in their respective cities," Bader explained.

"No, never... I'm not interested in those children's stories. I prefer to read myths from various countries." Diana said.

"You actually call that a children's story?! You should really search your name on comic magazine websites. I thought you would be a die-hard superhero comic fan." Balder said in disbelief.

"You can also search for your name Badr on Wikipedia. Why do you suddenly ask such a weird question?" Diana was puzzled.

"I can't figure out the motive of this gun thief. All reasonable inferences have reached dead ends, but if you think of him as a superhero, it actually makes sense. Of course, I am not saying that he is a superhero."

Baldr shrugged.

"This toad monster will be graded after the test results come out. No matter what its final hazard level is, we should all be lucky that the gun thief killed it before it made any big news. So let me say,

This guy is actually quite good." Diana was noncommittal.

"But he is still a lawbreaker. He killed an investigator and took the gun. These two crimes are enough for him to go to jail." Bader reminded.

"...I agree." Diana nodded thoughtfully. She did not tell Bader the information she knew.

Time goes back to earlier times.

Diana opened the door of Weber Spiritual Products CEO's office and explained her purpose.

She originally thought that Weber's spiritual production would be related to the artificial creation of a spiritual explosion space. This surprise investigation would cause them to be in chaos, or it might have nothing to do with this incident at all, but in order to avoid the staff pension, she tried her best.

Shirking responsibility.

However, neither of the two situations she expected happened.

Accompanied by the head of the human resources department, the CEO of Weber Spiritual Products checked the files of all levels of investigators and could not find a single D-level investigator named Parker.

The investigators' certificates can be forged, but the electronic files of the investigators of each psychic company are connected to the administration, not to mention that each gun assigned to the investigator will also be marked with the registration information of the holder. Therefore,

It's hard to impersonate an investigator.

But the weirdest thing is yet to come.

Diana then went to the Psychic Firearms Management Department to retrieve the owner information of the lost firearm. The results showed that the registration date of the gun was half a year in the future...

…

Before the vehicles of the county police and the administration surrounded the abandoned apartment, Chen Ke had already left the block. He was covered in dirty water and smelled like a piece of walking feces. Fortunately, the triangle bag was waterproof.

The cell phone, bullets and only a few bills were all still clean.

He took a taxi to Li Bo's noodle shop, and the driver gave him the middle finger as he drove away.

"Done? You look like you took a shower in a public restroom!"

In the empty noodle shop, Li Bo and Chen Ke were sitting at the back. Li Bo covered his nose and asked in surprise.

"You can take a look at this. I think the same weird thing won't happen to your noodle shop again in the future. If you still plan to open it..." Chen Ke took out a toad finger from his pocket. It was to prove his mission.

It was completed and cut out specifically as evidence.

"Actually, after a while after you left, the smell of these noodles disappeared, and those homeless people also left. They also vomited a lot...as if they just realized how disgusting they had eaten.

." Li Bo commented.

"It seems like this. I met a big toad in the sewer, and all the strange things happened because of it. After killing it, the strange things related to it will slowly dissipate." Chen Ke analyzed.

"It's amazing... you deserve to be a witcher!"

When Li Bo was sighing, Chen Ke stretched out his right hand and rubbed his index finger, thumb and middle finger against each other.

"Oh! How could I forget!" Li Bo patted his head and took out a small stack of banknotes from the inner pocket of his clothes.

There were 50 brand-new 100-dollar banknotes. Li Bo went to a nearby bank to take them out after Chen Ke left. This stack of banknotes was not thick, but it still held a lot of weight in his hand.

Chen Ke threw the money into his triangle bag and stood up to leave.

"Then, let's say goodbye to my friends."

"Wait! I don't know your name yet!"

Li Bo called out to Chen Ke.

"We may not meet again in the future. It doesn't matter whether you know my name or not," Chen Ke said.

"We are all Scarlet Phoenix people, and we always look after each other when we are wandering in other places. You see, you can kill monsters, and I can open a noodle shop. You helped me today, and I will be able to help you one day. If you don't have any suggestions, please leave a message.

That’s the way!” Li Bo laughed.

"You... still want to continue to open this noodle shop?" Chen Ke asked in confusion.

Although he helped Li Bo solve the noodle shop problem, in Chen Ke's opinion, the urban area of ​​Jiancheng City was not a suitable place for doing business.

"Why not? As long as there are no monsters or tramps to mess with me, I can start my business again! I am still very confident in my craftsmanship." Li Bo stroked his glasses, looking confident.

"Speaking of homeless people..."

Chen Ke hugged his chest, thoughts rushing through his mind.

This incident cannot simply be attributed to psychic infection. Thanks to psychic enterprises, it is so easy to find a large area of ​​abandoned ruins in the lower city. These man-made deserted areas have become a breeding ground for psychically infected monsters, and they have also crowded out

The development space of other traditional enterprises has been reduced, the unemployment situation has become more and more serious, and the depression situation in Xiacheng District has also arisen.

Li Bo's noodle shop incident was just a flashpoint after the convergence of many human factors, and could not be solved by a gun or a colander. From a macro perspective, there was not much difference between what the female diner and Chen Ke did, they just chose to help.

The objects of support are just different.

He can ask Li Bo to continue to provide free noodles to the homeless people. These poor people in the lower city have done nothing wrong. It is the times that have forced them to this day. Or he can also suggest that Li Bo provide job opportunities for these homeless people, although

A small noodle shop cannot provide jobs for all homeless people, but it is at least a good start.

Of course, as an outsider, he could stop worrying about this matter and walk away, hiding his merit and fame.

"What do you have to say about those homeless people?" Li Bo asked, looking at Chen Ke who was deep in thought.

"You know, Li Bo, you know what I'm going to say. By the way, my name is Chen Ke..." Chen Ke looked up and smiled.

…

After leaving Li Bo's noodle shop, Chen Ke took a car back to Pihom's gun shop.

He showed the toad's severed finger to Pihom, who also contacted Li Bo via text message to confirm that Chen Ke had solved his problem.

"Your 5,000 joint coins, young man, it seems that you have two brushes. Now I think I can tell you about my small group... Of course, after you take a shower... clean yourself up

, and then let’s have a good chat.”

Pihom readily handed over the money to Chen Ke and suggested that he clarify things carefully before talking about business.
Chapter completed!