It's best to get a smaller scout guard who can get to someone's house without even noticing.

Duchamp pondered all the way back to his residence.

It's a modest rental house, and the small city's floating population is pitifully small, and whether you play the role of a tourist or a businessman, it's as striking as a light bulb on your head. Duchamp plays the role of a man who makes a living from fishing, and he is also in line with the local trend, where there are many fishermen who go out early and return late every day.

He opened the room in the dark, and it cost only 300 meters to rent it. There was nothing but a table, a chair, a bed, and a sentry.

He grabbed the blanket from the bed and blocked the window. He picked up the quilt again and hung it on a nail behind the door. He doesn't know anything like silencing enchantments, so he can only use these stupid methods.

What Duchamp wanted now was something that could easily hack into someone's room and listen from outside, not as clumsy as the squirrel.

There are quite a few options in the guide workbench, but their general feature is that the smaller the more expensive.

Duchamp thought for a long time before he came up with something that appeared in most places and would not surprise people - spiders. In the guide workbench, he saw a spider monitor with superior performance, although it was smaller in size, but it was more expensive, the memory required became two, and more importantly, the materials needed were much more valuable, and it was necessary to use things like T material and Semria stone.

These numbered materials cannot be produced with today's technology, are not available on the market, and can only be recovered from antiquities, or the detection system occasionally encounters naturally occurring ores in the wild. Duchamp himself owned a small amount, and even when he made a shield for himself, he was willing to add only a small piece of Semriya stone.

Duchamp looked at the list of materials, and if he wanted to be painful, he would have to hurt it all at once, and simply connected the receiver and upgraded it to become a high-end product with picture and sound. He crossed out a pile of materials and painfully ordered the crafting.

"In the future, if you have the opportunity, you must go to every mine on the mainland." Duchamp secretly made up his mind.

Duchamp took out a quilt again, wrapped it in the bed and slept until midnight, when he heard the sound of the guide table indicating that the manufacturing had been completed.

He got up to see that the spider looked much more realistic, except that it didn't have silk. If you don't look closely with a magnifying glass, no one can tell that it's a fake, and it's much smaller enough to hide quickly. He was in the room, trying to target the spider to a room upstairs. He stared at the receiver and found that he had earned it, this spider actually came with a visual adjustment function, although the angle of vision is limited, but the eyes can rotate in different directions, adjust the focus, and can also climb on the wall, which is already a leap in technology.

Continuing to try, Duchamp was pleased to find that this thing actually had a certain intelligence, and if it did not take the initiative to give instructions, it would find a hidden place to sleep on its own. What's even more gratifying is that the function of the receiver has also been greatly expanded, depending on the environment and function, it can penetrate to a range of two kilometers, and the information can be saved as long as a recording body connected to the receiver is made.

"This is really an artifact!" Duchamp muttered to himself and gave the order to make a record body.

The conductive workbench crossed out 1,000 memories and several materials, and began to get busy again.

Duchamp lay down again in a daze, until the hint of the completion of the recording body came. He took it in his hand and was pleasantly surprised. The receiver is still foldable, not much bigger than a pocket watch, and it fits in your pocket. Even if you take it out, it won't be too eye-catching.

He lifted the curtains, and it was already slightly light outside, so he quickly packed up and rode his bicycle out.

Duchamp first arrived at the mayor's house, and through the fence, there was only the mayor's car in the courtyard. And where is the car with the capital license plate?

Duchamp was at the door of the town hall again, and sure enough, the car was parked here last night.

Duchamp placed the spider in a nearby bush and found a farther place to hide.

He huddled in an alley next to the town hall and snoozed, like a vagabond.

Until the sun came out for a long time, Duchamp was even hungry, went to the small restaurant next to him, slowly ordered a bowl of large ribs of noodles, and ate slowly. At this moment, there was some commotion in the streets, and the cars of the parliamentarians arrived late to deliver the election agents and their bodyguards to their cars.

Duchamp quickly pulled out the receiver in the shape of a pocket watch, and instructed the spider to poke his head out of the bush and carefully observe the expressions of several people.

The big man from the capital was a little excited, but Councillor Monte was still so kind, he sent the agent to the car, personally opened the door for the agent, and said goodbye: "I hope that the next time you have time, you will come to Angorian to have a good time, Mr. Yusuf." ”

The big man, who seemed to be still sleepwalking, said, "Okay, hahaha, Councillor Monte, I'm going to recommend you to Mr. Notchinson." ”

"Then, if you have the chance, you can invite Mr. Nogginson to inspect the preparations for the elections in the country. ”

It was rare for the big man to remain a little sober, he waved his hand and said, "No, no, no, we can't take this risk, I understand your kindness." Now is the moment of truth, the election here is up to you, hahaha. ”

Duchamp listened to the tone of his voice and thought to himself, "It seems a little suspicious." He commanded the spider to climb into Councillor Monte's car, and then, pushing his bike out of the alley.

After a while, Councillor Monte's car drove out from the south side of the town, and he drove only a short distance to the fish farm, went straight down to the docks, and departed on his private yacht.

Duchamp, who came behind him on a bicycle, did not have time to direct the spider to the yacht, and took the spider back with a wry smile, thinking to himself, I knew that I would have squatted here last night.

He turned back to the city, put his bike away, changed into a nice outfit, and walked to the councillor's house in the city.

The councilor's house in the city district, at this time there was no one. Duchamp let the spider crawl through the crack in the door, slowly surveying the house.

This is a standard family apartment style house with a clean-up interior. It is no different from the house of an ordinary family. The spider is not necessarily omnipotent, and it can't get into the crack in the bedroom door upstairs, so it has to crawl to the window outside the house and peek inside.

The bedrooms are also very ordinary, and the house doesn't have any suspicious space like a basement. But Duchamp still felt that the house was full of suspicions. He replayed what he had seen, and it occurred to him that he had not seen anything about the parliamentarian's family, including photographs, women's and children's items.

A single parliamentarian, so it's all the more suspicious.

Duchamp let the spider crawl back into the councillor's study, and carefully looked at the councilor's bookshelves, and finally, the councilor's suspicion was almost certain.

On the mainland, the worship of the goddess of the sky is completely infiltrated into life, and many objects and books will inevitably use oracles and paintings about the goddess, such as the sacred texts used by parliamentarians to take oaths.

The covers of all the sacred texts in the councillor's house were wrapped up, and the names of the books were rewritten on them. Not only the sacred texts, but also other books mentioning the goddess were carefully hidden. Even in the eyes of others, it can only be understood as the protection of books. And in the eyes of the intruder, it has deep meaning.

And the most direct evidence hangs in the center of the study:

"We are fearless and fearless in our quest for truth, so that we will no longer be deceived."

What impassioned and touching words! Duchamp sighed in his heart, and let the spider choose a good angle and record this thing.