They all call me the Outer God

"We already know the general situation. Although this doesn't seem like something that detectives can handle, Mr. Evander will definitely find a way to solve it for you. ♦♦  ♦♦"

"Yes, we will definitely seek justice for you!"

Evander clenched his fists, and the next second, he suddenly realized something: "What do you mean, I will definitely find a way to solve it, and what about you? Kercha, I have paid for the hireling."

"Of course I will try my best, but you know sir, I am just your assistant, and you can't rely on your assistant for everything."

Evander felt something was not right, but couldn't put it into words.

"Forget it, we will definitely bring the murderer behind the scenes to justice!"

Evander was very confident in himself, but Lanna just glanced at them, obviously not having any hope for this lame and blind combination.

In the following time, Evander and Riya left the ward.

They visited many injured people and found that all the relatives of these people seemed to be obsessed with money. Riya found it incredible that even though he was now contaminated by the extraordinary, he did not take money so seriously.

"Is this considered a gift?"

Riya didn't know who he was laughing at, but he still succeeded in making those people's relatives hostile to the factory by confusing right and wrong, and they all said they would go to the court to ask for justice.

After this day's farce, Ria also saw human nature and the festering wounds that many people have to blur out in photos.

Their eyes were helpless and desperate. When they left the last ward, the sky outside happened to become clear, and Riya opened the curtains. In an instant, the red sunset illuminated the entire room.

"Get some sunshine, it's still early in the evening."

He turned around, and the backlit figure looked lonely, but the outline rimmed with red light was so sacred that one couldn't help but abandon their inner defenses at this moment and believe in him.

At that moment, the injured felt that this person was the god who came to grant them salvation. Regardless of whether they believed in the Rising Sun, they couldn't help but look at Riya at this moment.

"Praise you..."

Some people shed tears as if they were grasping at straws, and Riya also left here with Evander.

It was still early before dark, but it was already dark now.

They watched the sun set, the crescent moon taking its place and returning to the sky, a few irregular stars twinkling in the night, and the sky showing a wonderful gradient from dark red to deep blue.

"Kercha, you did a good job today. I can already see your potential."

"These are all trivial things, not worth mentioning."

"No, no, you don't have to be so modest. Young people should be more reckless... Then again, I'm curious about what's going on with your eyes. Are they natural?

Today's medical level has developed a lot. Although I hate machines, I have to admit that without them, many things would really not be possible. "

"It's not like you can say this."

"Hahahaha, people cannot be easily defined. Let's continue talking about your eyes now. If you want treatment, what if you save enough money to go to the hospital for a checkup?"

"..." Ria shook her head.

"My eyes may not be healed, and I want them back more than anyone, but sometimes hope and reality are two different things."

"What's going on?"

"Nothing, it's just that a bunch of lunatics destroyed them, and then I killed those lunatics."

"It sounds like a really ridiculous experience."

Evander didn't seem to take his words seriously, but as a joke.

He glanced at his legs, then continued to turn the metal wheel and headed towards the office with Riya.

…

Night, detective agency.

Riya stayed in her room, which was a small room with simple furnishings, including only a single bed, a set of tables and chairs, and a wooden clothes rack for hanging coats.

There were kerosene lamps and top hats on the table. A broken chandelier on top gave off an intermittent dim glow, but there was nothing else.

Now that little Shival's clone still hasn't come back, Riya's worries have come true. She doesn't know where it went or whether it was eaten by some powerful extraordinary creature.

"Goooooo!" At this time, little Shivall got out from under Riya's hat. It raised the brim of the hat with its front paws and looked at the host, who was debugging a thing called a "gun".

He disassembled the gun with a few "clicks" and reassembled it, filling it with new bullets.

Riya's original eyes were no longer visible, but now, there were many eyes on his face staring at the gun motionlessly, working together to complete the project.

After a while, Ria put the gun away and began to think about whether to write a letter to James and ask the wounded patients questions.

Thinking this way, he did the same.

If James was nearby, he would be aware of it and just shout into the air. But now Riya can't feel James' presence, which means that he may be in a quite remote place now.

"Maybe he's being kicked as a ball."

Riya sat at the desk and wrote a letter. After she finished writing the letter, she lit it and put it in little Svar's mouth.

Soon, smoke came out of little Swale's nostrils and corners of his mouth.

It opened its mouth and blew out a smoke ring, and the smoke automatically condensed into several words.

[You are right, it is an obvious extraordinary pollution situation]

"In other words, those gases are really related to the supernatural."

Riya reached out and touched her chin: "Since gases are pollutants, wouldn't it mean that the wounded have mutated when they are contaminated?"

Now they feel no pain and can continue to work for the factory owner. Even if they insist on going to the hospital to recuperate, people around them will think that such injuries are nothing.

For a non-existent compensation, they will also persuade the injured to continue to return to the factory to work for the factory owner——

Work yourself to death! ! !

"Brilliant, really brilliant. I don't know how to praise these people's methods of making money."

Sometimes the styles of some people are more exaggerated than those who deliberately act. After all, Riya thinks that his own meme interpretation is far from enough, and those people may not need to act at all.

Riya was despised by their methods and decided to have a good meeting with the factory owner if she had the chance.

"It would be a pity that people like this are not thrown onto street lights for everyone to watch."

"No, we can't just let him go."

As far as Riya is concerned, he still has a lot to learn, and the factory owner is undoubtedly the best teacher yet.

Some people believe that eating human flesh will cure all diseases.

The young man glanced at the mythical creature with its neck crooked: "How about... let's use that big black-hearted entrepreneur to patch up your brain."