The rules also specifically remind you: "You must have the ability to deal with the aftermath."

The need to deal with the aftermath shows that the aborigines are fully capable of catching criminals and sending such bastards who are against the law to the open in the dark room.

…… Forget it, don't use the IQ of a normal person to figure out the psychology of a fool.

Lan Shuying touched her chin and pondered: Is it possible...... When a player dies, his cards or items are not automatically transferred, but need to be retrieved by himself?

"That's how time is delayed."

She sighed deeply.

It seems that I will have to find the [Adventurer's House] later, but fortunately, the sun is high, and there is still some time before night falls.

Search......

The corpse's brain-bursting appearance was ugly, but as long as there was something to gain, she didn't really want to go near it.

The question is this:

Lan Shuying stared at the few police officers who carried the man in red onto the stretcher, and began to think about how to get it smoothly...... Well, probably obediently staying on the corpse waiting for the loot to be found by her.

That's hers.

Her!

That bastard, don't dig your pockets in public!

……

Fortunately, it was just a routine body search.

The officer who had made her nervous dug through all the pockets of the corpse's clothes, then made a gesture to his commander and said something.

Lan Shuying guessed that he meant that he had not found anything that could indicate the identity of the deceased.

It's normal, and neither is she.

The seven players are completely "out of nothing", with zero history and zero social interaction, so don't expect to find something like an ID card, because even they can't find it themselves.

Anyone with eyes can see that the man in red was beaten in public with the intention of killing passers-by and provoking the police, and was shot dead by Constable Foros (the killing honor should ostensibly belong to him).

The whole case is simple and straightforward.

The only thing that puzzled them was, what kind of enmity did the deceased have with the seriously injured female passers-by? We'll have to go to the hospital afterwards to ask if she's still alive.

Theoretically, this kind of thing does not require a professional post-mortem team.

In an attempt to calm the people's emotions, the officers quickly evacuated the street with the bodies.

Lan Shuying silently followed.

It shouldn't be far from their base camp because they don't drive.

She walked with her head bored, glancing in their direction at every intersection. In short, it seems that he is just a passerby who happens to be on the same road and has urgent things to do.

Along the way, she's carefully capturing information.

Through the dialogue of the aborigines, Lan Shuying judged a basic information: the situation here is not very stable.

The atmosphere of the supremacy of money, but at the same time carries a strong decadence. It seems that many people are in financial trouble, and poverty is the background color of the city.

Some people are busy trying to make ends meet;

Someone drinks bad wine and curses everything.

Some people are desperately accumulating wealth, like the newsboy who used to quote the price of the map;

There are also people who are just the opposite - they do not restrain their desire to consume, they are unwilling to save, they spend money when they have it, and there is nothing greater than enjoyment. If you can sum up their current situation in one sentence, it is "there is wine today and drunk tomorrow".

"The happiness index of the people here is very low...... Lan Shuying muttered.

At the last intersection, she couldn't follow it anymore.

Pedestrians are becoming scarce, and when you turn the corner, you will find a majestic complex of buildings standing across the road, a rare bright color in this declining city.

The police station arrived.

"I don't know what the structure of the police station here should be, but it looks like a morgue in there."

Two police officers carried a white cloth stretcher, walked through the gate, and turned onto the path on the right.

The rest of the people gathered around the meritorious Flores, talking, and walked into the office building in the middle.

"There are no people standing guard."

Lan Shuying smiled, tore her hair slightly, and pretended to be anxious and ran in.

"Stop, who are you?!" A loud shout rang out.

Oh, it wasn't like no one was guarding the door.

There was a bearded man sitting under the tree, and now he stood up and blocked the way, staring at her with suspicion on his face.

Actually, she thought about the situation of bumping into a staff member inside.

Lan Shuying pointed to the direction in which the stretcher left, that is, the end of the path on the right, but the road was empty: "They carried my brother away!" ”

The man frowned: "The one who went two minutes forward?" Is it your brother? ”

"Yes!"

She replied without hesitation, and said sadly: "I don't know what happened, I just left for a while...... I heard that he was dead and was carried here...... It took me a long time to catch up. He covered his face as he spoke.

Lan Shuying saw very clearly on the opposite side just now, and the two people carrying the corpse did not pause or speak, so this gatekeeper should not know the specific situation.

"Well, that's the case." He sat back nonchalantly, his eyelids drooping and continuing to read the newspaper.

"Follow this path to the third tree, turn left, and the fifth room on the right."

"Thank you so much!"

She managed to sneak in, and was given the exact location of the morgue.

Red Lotus, who watched the whole process: "......"

I vaguely remember that the owner said that she once had an older brother...... What's the matter with a sudden desire to take a moment of silence for that unlucky guy?

Honglian's inner OS: My brother's profession is too dangerous, and if you say die, you have to die!

As soon as Lan Shuying left the gatekeeper's field of vision, she changed into another posture:

Although her steps are still a little hurried, when you see her for the first time, you will have a perception of "she works here", rather than seeing her as a passerby who accidentally entered this unit.

Outside the morgue, Lan Shuying met a second person who asked her identity, a short man.

"I'm the new assistant Julie, who are you?" Lan Shuying politely gave a fake name and asked.

The other man was already wearing a long glove and was trying to pull the other glove to the upper part of his forearm, and he took the time to glance at her quickly.

"Huh, assistant? And this kind of thing? ”

"Of course, I'll officially go to work tomorrow! I heard that there was a vicious case on the street just now, and the deceased was shot dead and sent here, I thought...... Let's familiarize yourself with the work in advance. Her tone was slightly apprehensive, as if she was afraid of being blamed.

In the process of explaining, Lan Shuying had naturally lowered his head and stepped forward to assist him in putting on the gloves.

After all this, the man's vigilance was noticeably lowered.

He pulled the mask out of his pocket and gave her one: "I'm Mondstadt, the coroner here, and it's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Assistant." ”

The two of them walked in one after the other, really like a good pair of good partners to work together.

There was a bad smell in the room.

Mondstadt chatted with the two officers and sent them away.

"It's my working hours next, and I'm not going to teach you anything for a while, but there's still a long way to go."

The coroner said earnestly, and then lifted the white cloth above the body.

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