The nights in Polnia are getting colder and colder. As the sun sets on the horizon, a light white mist begins to appear in the air. The glass or pipes are covered with a layer of crystal clear dew. Because of the temperature difference, It feels like the whole city is wet.
The lights on the World Tree are getting paler, like the skin of a dying patient, the criss-crossing pipes are like blood vessels, and the burning smell spreads around the tram. There are still many people here busy.
But if you look closely, you will find that most of them are wearing museum work uniforms. They are walking back and forth, and you can hear the beeping sound of various instruments. The cold wind blows, blowing a few shabby old newspapers and flying, and the cold streetlight light On this lonely road.
Ethan was leaning against a wall smoking, the lingering smoke covering his face from time to time, his brows furrowed and silent, which was very different from his usual self.
In Polnia, it is normal for someone to die. Maybe every time it gets dark, a life will be lost, but this time, it is a completely different situation.
"The guards have blocked off the neighborhood, and the Sheriff's Department is waiting for cooperation. It can be said that this incident is the biggest public safety incident since the founding of England. The Queen will probably know about it tomorrow, and you may be needed to help the museum. Solve the problem and find the whereabouts of the evil relic.”
This time, even the handler Mo Sang came to the scene. It seemed that the impact of the explosion was really great.
"Has the sequence of the relic been detected?"
Ethan threw the cigarette on the ground and stamped it out casually.
"It seems like Sequence 7... But the report from the investigators is that the value of the instrument has been changing and cannot be stabilized. It is suspected that this relic has the function of concealment or transformation."
Mo Sang stood next to Ethan, looking at the tram wreckage not far away. He sighed softly and stretched out his hand. Ethan naturally handed him a cigarette.
To be honest, the recovery of relics is not an easy task, but since the development of steam and alchemy technology, the handlers have encountered few dangerous incidents over the years.
Their caution gave them a chance to survive, and the negative impact of the relics could also be erased.
Only this time, Mo Sang had a premonition of a different danger.
"Minister, the investigation into the cause of the explosion is clear."
A figure approached them. It had fair skin and was wearing the work uniform of a D-class personnel. It was holding some disk in its hand, and the floating light and shadow were constantly changing.
"What's the specific reason?"
"Accident."
The person said with a serious face.
"What? Isn't it a relic?"
Mo Sang was a little surprised.
"No, if I have to say it, it should be an accidental fire that short-circuited the aging circuit, coupled with a combustion explosion caused by excessive temperature. Therefore, although we have detected the remnants of my relic's power, in fact, it is not the relic that caused the The explosion occurred.”
This explanation was hard to accept. His intuition after years of work told Mo Sang that this must be related to the relic.
"Where is the medical department? Are there any clues about the explosion on the bodies over there..."
"They have just transferred all the passengers' corpses from the capital hospital. It is estimated that the autopsy report will not be available soon. It will have to wait."
"We can only try relic tracking. I heard that the third recovery team of 827 performed well last time. Since the last time they were injured and separated for vacation, they haven't gathered together for a long time. Let's arrange for them to go this time."
Mo Sang looked into the distance. The city was shrouded in gray fog, which sometimes made people breathless.
"Yes, Minister."
Everything is proceeding step by step, and people from the logistics department have also rushed to the scene. They need to transport the entire burned tram intact to the museum overnight, clean up the traces, and restore the street.
Mo Sang patted Ethan on the shoulder and called the staff in his processing department to prepare to evacuate the scene.
"Minister Moissan."
Ethan suddenly spoke up.
"What's wrong? Are your Alchemy Institute planning to get involved this time? However, it's thanks to you and Professor Heyman this time. Otherwise, as soon as the report came out, the Public Security Department would have treated this incident as an ordinary incident and would not have followed it at all. Extraordinary connection."
"It's okay, but... I do want to participate, Minister Mo Sang, give me a chance."
"sure."
Mo Sang readily agreed.
When he was about to leave, Mo Sang turned around without taking two steps and said to Ethan:
"I heard about the Dawn Church. Don't be sad. It will get better. May Alona's faith always bless you."
"Praise Alona!"
Ethan answered quickly, making prayer gestures and a sad expression.
After everyone had almost left, Ethan was ready to drive back to the academy.
People from the Sheriff's Department were guarding outside. When they saw people from the museum coming out, they gave way one after another, or there were just a lot of patrol officers who looked in curiously.
But the message they received was to block everything, not to interfere with the work of museum personnel, and to actively cooperate.
"Really! Why should we listen to these janitors?" A young and energetic new police officer couldn't help complaining.
The old policeman grabbed him and covered his mouth:
"Keep your voice down, that's no longer an incident we can handle."
"We are the police, and the whole of Polnia is under our jurisdiction. Is there anything we can't handle?"
The new police officers were angry and dissatisfied.
Mo Sang heard the dispute here, turned his head and took a curious look.
"Shut up!"
The old policeman slapped the new policeman on the hat, and he calmed down, but he still looked reluctant.
It is normal for young people to be dissatisfied. Looking at the proud face of the new police officer, Mo Sang seemed to recall his past, even racing on the road just to catch up with a suspect who seemed to be behaving strangely.
As a result, the man told himself that he was a museum handler.
I still remember that at that time, the Sheriff’s Department knew that any cases reported as abnormal would be taken over by the museum. No matter how complex or bizarre the case was, they could eventually solve it.
In fact, it is the pros and cons of the world. Standing on this side, it is easy to see the truth clearly, and it takes it for granted.
The people on the other end, because they were well protected, seemed a little ignorant.
"May I have your name?"
Mo Sang hesitated for a few seconds, then walked up to the new police officer and asked.
"Toller, Toller Claes."
Toller was unwilling to answer at first, but the old policeman beside him saw that the situation was not right and quickly patted him from behind before reluctantly answering.
"Tole Cress, I remember your name."
Mo Sang smiled kindly,
Turn around and leave.
