Mystery: The whole good living master

When Mu Fan Ge came out, the sun was about to set.

Mu Fangge started to worry again: Frye must have gone back a long time ago, which means he lost him. If he goes back to look for Time Worm No. 1, he will definitely be scolded again. If he takes the book, he will be forced to listen to Time Worm No. 1's lecture and analyze various situations... He will definitely not be able to sleep all night again.

Thinking of this, Mu Fan Ge suddenly heard a click. He turned around and found that it was the sound of a camera shutter. Bourne, who was standing on the steps at the door, was holding up a huge old mechanical camera and captured the "Sad Maureenvika".

Bourne, who was caught taking the photos secretly, quickly ran away and Mu Fangge rushed over to catch him.

"Give it to me." Mu Fange stretched out his hand.

"I'm... I'm taking pictures of the scenery... That's right! Taking pictures of the scenery!" Bourne held the camera tightly, but it was no use. The camera automatically spit out a picture.

Mu Fan Ge raised his eyebrows: "Is this camera of yours an extraordinary item? Is this an old-fashioned camera that uses film or a Polaroid camera?"

Bourne freed up one hand to rescue the photo, but Mu Fange got the upper hand.

Mu Fan Ge took the photo and looked at it. If you exclude the "Molinvika" in the center of the composition "looking up at the stars", this is indeed a beautiful scenery:

The sky was filled with small clouds like feathers, surrounding the sun. The winter sun was not very hot, but it could still bake the clouds into bright purple and red colors. The sunlight fell through the gaps in the clouds, like bundles of wheat being cut during the autumn harvest, dyeing the rest of the sky and the mist covering the city into a clear yellow.

Not far away, there are many low houses and handicraft workshops, with red bricks, black windows and white spires, just like garden gnomes wearing hats, quietly cultivating outside the bustling city. It is full of reflections on life, industry, capitalism, the world, dreams and social harmony, and it can also be awarded two photography awards for whining.

Well, just add the great face of "Maureen Vika" and it's a giant poster that can be put on the Empire State Building to save the world.

Give it to Mr. Sennettl or Mr. Russell. They will probably like it.

Mu Fange waved the photo in his hand to indicate that he would confiscate it, and stuffed the photo into his pocket. As a result, he touched the monocle in his pocket. In the "Amon Communication Circuit" established by Time Worm No. 1, several different Amon voices were chattering busy, which was very annoying.

Bourne behind him grabbed the corner of Mu Fan Ge's clothes, revealing a tearful expression.

Mu Fange decisively ignored him and turned away.

After turning a street, Mu Fange used his finger to draw a door on the wall.

"Okay, I decided happily!"

A traveler's door opens.

"Go home and sleep!"

Mu Fange, who was unable to move, decided to follow his heart and go back to the Forsaken Land to have a good sleep.

……

While Mu Fange was lying on his soft little bed like a koala, not sleeping for more than ten hours, Time Bug No. 1 was carrying out her detective work in full swing.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! Start with the data from the last month, and report any fluctuations to me, no matter how big or small!" ordered the Time Bug No. 1, who was holding a chocolate pipe in his mouth.

"You two should keep busy. In addition to the dock data, check the train station data as well!"

Time Worm No. 1 shouted with his hands on his hips.

"No records? If there are no records, why don't you compare them with previous files? Are you dumbfounded when the data has been tampered with? What do you use your brain for?"

"Have you found out who the extra person is from the church and the police station? ... No? Then hurry up and check it out! Do it right now!"

Time Worm No. 1 was so angry that he ate her chocolate pipe.

"It's so annoying!"

Time Worm No. 1 found a chair and sat down.

"Why are there more and more people the more we investigate? One problem is solved, but ten more pop up. Where do all these problems come from?"

"I'm furious!"

Amon's clone came over and said, "Boss, we have intercepted a telegram sent by the Mandated Punishers to the Nighthawks."

"What's the content? Concise it into less than ten words and read it to me." Time Worm No. 1 cast a murderous look.

"Uh... let me see... they said that the interrogation of the people they captured before has yielded results." The Amon clone was frightened by the cold, cruel, and bloody gaze of Time Worm No. 1.

Time Worm No. 1 lowered his eyes and asked: "Did the Mandated Punishers send anyone to infiltrate?"

One of Amon's clones raised his right hand and shook his head.

Time Worm No. 1 took a deep breath and said, "No!? Then is there anyone else free? Send two to the Punishers to check what they have found out?"

Two of Amon's clones immediately stood up and trotted out.

No one knows which two unlucky Punishers will receive the Amon Experience Vouchers.

The winter wind came in through the gaps in the window, and the curtains were slightly lifted.

In the room where the Punisher imprisoned the cultists, a naked man wearing only a white sheet was using his bony hands to paint on the wall with the blood that kept flowing from his abdomen.

……

No one cares whether the number of customers soliciting business at the dock today matches the number yesterday.

Fishermen going out to sea will not remember whether there is seaweed mixed in the fish they catch.

Just like barnacles on the bottom of a boat, people only remember to scrape them off, but they don't remember where they threw them.

The ticket seller only remembers how many tickets he sold.

The person driving the boat only remembers how many people got on the boat and how many people got off the boat.

It doesn’t matter, the sea will accommodate all the passengers who leave the ship halfway.

……

There are more and more police officers locked up in the basement of the Steam Church. Without exception, they all wear various kinds of glasses and sleep on the ground in a mess.

There was a leather bag on the chest of drawers, and the beautiful woman would put on a new pair of glasses every time she received someone.

……

There are many Amons in the office, but ordinary people can only hear the rustling sound of papers being turned.

Amon's clones kept running in and running out.

It can even be described as a continuous flow.

It was originally a spacious and bright office, but it seemed dim and gloomy because the thick curtains were drawn and the lights were not turned on.

The owner of the office was slumped against the wall, sleeping soundly.

……

Then the curtain fell.

Under the cover of night, nocturnal creatures often move towards light.

When people fell asleep, all the shameful things came out.

It’s just that sometimes, harmless things can be more frightening than demons, but that’s just frightening.

Mr. Dunn obviously doesn't understand this.

……

Mr. Dunn Smith was busy all day sending telegrams to police stations in other cities to request temporary access to files.

The police are off duty now. Although as a Nightmare, Mr. Dunn does not need sleep, the police are not Extraordinary and they need sleep.

There was only one policeman on night shift and an old man guarding the door in the police station.

There was no way. Dunn couldn't go into the police's dream and ask the police to retrieve the file.

So he was forced to leave work.

Of course, as a king of the night route, Dunn could not use the time waiting for dawn to sleep, so Dunn planned to set out for the dock area, first meet up with Xijia who was in charge of investigating the dock area, and then start from several taverns in the dock area to investigate whether there were any abnormalities recently recorded in the dock workers' drinking and bragging.

It doesn't matter if you're off work. The police go home to sleep after get off work, while dock workers and sailors usually go to the pub and get drunk after get off work.

Behold, this is wisdom!

But Mr. Dunn was not so lucky.

When he tried to take a shortcut and nimbly climbed over a wall and landed on the ground, a figure appeared at the entrance of the alley.

A wide hood covered his face, and a long cloak wrapped around his body fell to his knees. On his feet were a pair of slender, straight high-heeled riding boots.

The sky was getting darker and darker. It was winter and it got dark early. I couldn't see what color cloak the figure was wearing, I just knew that there was no pattern on it.

The black clouds were like tattered cotton wool, floating in the smoky purple sky. The night cast a layer of blurry, eerie purple on the bluestone road, the red tile roofs of the houses, and the figure.

Dunn subconsciously took a half step back, his heels hitting the wall. There were a few boxes on the other side of the wall that he could step on for leverage, but this side was clean without even a spider web.

The figure opposite raised his head slightly, and two cold blue eyes appeared under the hood. They were as clear as crystal and as deep as sapphire, but without emotion and vitality. They did not look like the eyes of a living person at all.

For just a moment, the eyes stared at Dunn, the eyeballs moved, and the figure slowly lowered his head, and his eyes were covered by the hood again.

Danger!

There was a sense of oppression from that figure that Dunn had never felt before.

No way to escape!

The figure stood motionless at the intersection. If he turned around and climbed the wall, Dunn believed that he could climb up without any external force. However, without knowing whether the other party was an enemy or a friend, he rashly gave up his feet on the ground, used both hands to climb the wall, and even exposed his back to others without any defense... No normal person would do this.

The scene remained frozen in a stalemate.

Dunn held his breath, tensed his body, and stared at the figure vigilantly.

However, the figure did not "suddenly kill people".

Although it is not visible to the naked eye, it is easy to detect through spiritual perception that the oppressive feeling attached to the figure gradually disappeared, as if something had left. The figure gradually turned into an empty shell, a machine that only acted according to instinct and logic.

The "machine" twisted its body stiffly, walked backwards out of the alley, and left along the road outside.

Dunn clenched his fists and tentatively walked out of the alley, ready to activate his ability at any time.

Have a safe journey.

Dunn Smith walked out of the alley. There were no carriages, no people, not even a wild cat on the main road connecting the alley. It was terribly quiet.

There was only the bleak sound of the wind in his ears, as if he had unknowingly walked into some strange realm. Dunn silently tapped his chest a few times to draw a red moon pattern, and while drawing, he walked quickly towards the dock.

This time Dunn didn't dare take any shortcuts.

He walked obediently toward the dock.

The public carriage should not have finished its get off work at this time, but it seemed to have disappeared. I walked several streets without seeing any trace of the carriage.

Dunn sighed: He hoped that when he "walked" to the dock, Xijia would still be there investigating, and those dock workers and sailors would not be drunk yet.

Although the alcohol tolerance of drunkards cannot be equal, even if Dunn continues to take shortcuts, he will not be able to meet up with Xijia.

After all, this has nothing to do with whether Dunn took shortcuts or not.

The main reason was that, affected by the false information about the Mechanical Heart released by the Punisher, the white-haired Midnight Poet was now lying in the basement of the Mechanical Heart with Fry.