"Meteor incident", also known as "Inland Sea Explosion". On December 22, 2084, an unknown celestial body penetrated the atmosphere and crashed into the hinterland of a certain desert. After that, various natural disasters occurred frequently, with unprecedented severity. The competition for resources has intensified international conflicts, hot wars have occurred frequently, and national political and economic systems have gradually collapsed. The year 2084, when this meteorite fell, is called the "First Year of Darkness".
And this meteorite is like the giants and red dragons that suddenly appeared in Neil's worldview. It brings incurable madness to the world, and madness spreads among humans like magic. Those with M values exceeded The human beings who were so high that they died or were even turned into death labor seemed to be suffering from White Salt Syndrome. They were unable to resist and finally died in despair.
However, the humans in this world are lucky. They have found the ore that can fight the madness-heterocrystal.
After the "Meteorite Incident", mankind finally found the ore "Heterocrystal" that can withstand disasters, and at the same time EDGE (the Exploration Defense and Governance Entente) was signed. Based on this as a foundation, mankind built a new city on the ruins - "Dis City", which means "rising above hell". Because it holds the most important strategic resource after dark - heterogonal crystals, Dis City has gradually developed into the only super metropolis in the world after the disaster. Compared with other human city-states, the development of Dis City can be said to be quite magical - —It includes the syndicate, which is full of gangs and is supreme in violence, and the new city, which has accumulated terrifying wealth and is immersed in luxury every day. The only thing separating them is the Rusty River filled with corpses.
Kyle, who also finished disposing of the body by the Rusty River, ran home quickly, washed his body over and over again, and was now lying on the bed watching the history of the world.
Everything started with the meteor incident, and then the city of Dis rose with the help of the alien crystal, and then the Syndicate and New City, which vividly displayed the magical reality, and now Kyle is a newbie under the name of the General Security Bureau of New City. Patrolman.
"ha--"
Kyle lay on the bed with his arms outstretched, then touched a hand to the wall.
"It seems that the primary goal is not to get infected with Madness, and the secondary goal is to get a big bed."
As for finding the information about 'the murderer of the real Kyle', that is, the true identity of the fake Kyle who was taken away by the time traveler, Kyle doesn't think it can be easily obtained. Now he doesn't even have permission to access the police station computer. No, let alone investigating such a dangerous person who has the ability to assume the identity of others.
In this small house, there are only things belonging to the real Kyle who has been burned to ashes. The information about the fake Kyle is still in the fog. There is not even a permanent contact in the mobile phone, and a new phone. almost. As for computers and the like - most of Kyle's money was used to buy various tools for digging holes, so the place he lived in was minimalist in terms of high EQ, and a bare home in terms of low EQ.
"So in order to accomplish the secondary goal, I have to think about how to make money."
Before he could think about many things clearly, Kyle fell asleep. While he was sleeping, his hands flashed with red light, and he was turbulent for a while and then fell silent.
As for Kyle, who was sleeping very hard, when he woke up, it was ten minutes before work time. This stimulation made him wake up immediately. When he arrived at the police station, he saw old Jack who was gloating about his misfortune, and Chief William, whose eyes were burning.
"Civilized ****! Kyle, you guy is also very powerful! You just stopped coming to the morning meeting! Did you have some misunderstanding after dealing with a madman yesterday? Did it make you think you can do it? Got my seat?"
Kyle still kept an expressionless look on his face, thinking that if I really said to take your seat, would you give it up like a little loser? Can these middle-aged and elderly people not even come up with any new words when questioning and insulting others?
Those who have experienced the rapid changes in the Internet era in their previous lives, have seen all kinds of fun, and eaten all kinds of melons, it is impossible to break their defenses by listening to these middle-aged and elderly people's swear words. If you can get paid by listening to the curses for a whole day, then Kyle raised his hands in support.
I can do this all day (I can spend a whole day with you)
But maybe it was because Kyle’s expression didn’t change even after ten minutes of being scolded, so Chief William finally just asked them to go on patrol without saying anything more. After all, Kyle is a 'talent' that their branch must send to the FAC syndicate branch. The quota that must be met every year makes Chief William lose his hair. Fortunately, this newcomer with no background can help him fill such a quota. .
After getting into the police car again, Old Jack looked at Kyle who was still awake and parked the police car in front of a coffee shop.
"Boy, hurry up and buy a cup of coffee to wake up. I won't take a guy on the road who can't hold a gun firmly."
Kyle looked at this middle-aged bastard in confusion. Yesterday, he had a very bad attitude at first, but today he is so considerate, which is disgusting.
Old Jack didn't bother to explain to Kyle that as soon as the inspection period was over, Kyle would be sent by the branch to support the FAC and go to the team dedicated to investigating Kuang He. After all, FAC (the Framework Against Catastrophe) is an organization that specializes in dealing with the mad and the imprisoned. However, now Old Jack has to be careful not to let Kyle die, so his attitude has changed so much.
As for Kyle, who knew nothing about it, he got out of the car and bought a cup of coffee and a brioche bun for breakfast. Seeing this guy eating breakfast unscrupulously in the passenger seat, old Jack grinded his back molars and squeezed the steering wheel with three points of strength.
"On 10-05, a falling incident occurred at No. 207 Financial Street. Please go to the destination to protect the scene as soon as possible."
"10-05, received."
Seeing Old Jack's happy face, Kyle looked confused again. Doesn't this old salty fish hate trouble? How come he still looks happy when someone dies?
Jack, who likes to show off his experience, saw Kyle's "I don't understand" look and immediately began to explain his fishing life.
"Boy, in a case like this where it is necessary to determine whether it is suicide or homicide, the scene must be protected, and then the subsequent investigation can be left to the police detectives. It has nothing to do with us patrol officers who are only responsible for simple tasks. In order to keep curious pedestrians away We basically spent the whole day there, so - haha."
Old Jack's current appearance is just like that emoticon - 'Thumbs up, I am pure flying.JPG'.
However, when they arrived at the scene, the area around the building was full of people taking photos with their mobile phones. They were as excited as if they were celebrating a festival. Some people had even started live broadcasting in the noisy scene. The corpse began to make up stories on the spot.
Kyle saw the scene of this group of demons dancing wildly, and then looked at Old Jack. This arrogant middle-aged man was just pressing the horn and enjoying being photographed by mobile phones and cameras.
Well, Kyle has seen a lot, because this time he saw a psychopath who was not infected with madness.
