Venice is destined to be an extraordinary city from the day it was born. The Renaissance town, the center of industrial and commercial trade, and the most prosperous port in the Mediterranean. In the history of Europe before the twentieth century, it experienced several booms and declines, and finally left behind a beautiful and idyllic floating city.

But that's all in the past.

Nearly a hundred years ago, the rule of the empire changed the landscape here.

In those turbulent years of rebellion, where false accusations, assassinations, and encroachments took place everywhere, it was not long before religion became the next target that had to be cleaned up, the actual power of all religions in the world was almost completely abolished, and finally, commerce was also intervened, and from then on, the aristocracy and royalty were able to get a piece of the core interests behind every big deal on the planet.

Venice is just one of the many historic cities that have been affected.

Today, all seven churches are ticket-based, some of which are open to the public, while others are purely tourist-oriented, with "priests" and "nuns" playing the role of clergy and entering a nightclub after work. Hundreds of palaces and mansions along the Grand Canal were also bounded by the Empire. Most of these ancient European architectural arts are now the offices of the imperial government, and a very small part of them are still used as private residences, but most of the people who live in them are those who work in the palace next door during the day and go back to their mansions to sleep at night.

With such a long time, there will inevitably be rotten silt under the glitzy surface of the water.

Venice in 2101 was part of the crown county, one of the five counties of the empire in Western Europe. There is not much romantic water city feeling here, and it is difficult to regain the glory of the past. The population is mainly composed of five main categories: port workers, seafarers, service workers, tourists and self-employed. Bars and nightclubs abound, and these places of business, which are incompatible with European art, are the only way for the common people who live here to talk and solace.

January, the off-season, is the coldest and rainiest time of the year in Venice.

In front of the Bronze Parrot Bar, a yellow warning line was pulled, and several police officers blocked the crowd of onlookers.

In the darkness of the night, a man walked in silence.

With a high-necked trench coat and an old-fashioned peaked cap, he's like playing an old-school detective from the era of black and white movies.

After showing his ID to the officer, he walked towards the bar, and the warning line in front of him distorted and rose untouched, allowing it to pass smoothly, and this scene lasted only two seconds, and no one noticed that his hands were in the pockets of his trench coat and never moved.

His name was Elotte Ness, thirty-three, "Strong", a legend of the Venetian police department, and the villains of the city called him "Paper Man".

Paper Man likes this title very much, and his opinion is that no matter how loud his name is at birth, it is also given by his parents, but the name of Paper Man is earned by himself. Just like Superman is called Superman not because he has superpowers, but because he has helped and saved many people with superpowers, if he doesn't do anything, he's just Clark.

"Hey, you're finally here, Ehlot. The pot-bellied Sheriff Deacon beckoned to Paper Man, "You've got to come and see this, haha, a rookie just saw it and threw it up." ”

Paper Man walked up to Deacon, took the PVP670 in his hand, and clicked play, "This is the surveillance video?"

"That's right, you see, the suspect is the big guy on the left side of the screen, the one sitting at the bar drinking...... Look there, three thugs are harassing the hostess, she knocks over the wine in the tray and spills it on the big man's clothes. Deacon pointed at the player screen in Paper Man's hand and explained, "Go on...... Man, you're going to have to take a good look at this ......."

The suspect in the picture is more than 1.90 meters tall, with a physique like a water sportsman, with an inch of hair, and sunglasses in a dimly lit bar.

When the waitress accidentally knocked the drink over him, he slowly turned his head, took off his sunglasses, and said something to the gangsters. Under normal circumstances, this sentence is likely to be "stay away from her", and then a good show of heroes saving beauty will be staged. However, the next scene in the video is that he grabbed the hostess's head with one hand, lifted her whole body, and threw her out.

Paper Man looked up slightly, glancing at the uncaptured spot in the video, and following the direction in which the waitress had been thrown out, he saw a mess of wine cabinets against the wall.

"How's the hostess doing?" asked Paper Man, his gaze returning to the footage.

Deacon replied: "She is still alive, with multiple cuts on her body, soft tissue contusions, and serious neck injuries, but there is no life-threatening injury, and she will be discharged from the hospital in half a month, compared to those gangsters, she is lucky enough." He said and pointed to the PVP670 screen, "Look, this is the first person to die. ”

I saw the big man in the picture punch the thug closest to him, the fist entered from the left chest, and the back stretched out, clean and neat, as smooth as a sharp knife piercing a piece of fat.

"I think that scene woke up every drunk in the room at the time, and after about 20 seconds, we lost all the witnesses who were moving faster than they were fleeing the fire. Deacon took a chocolate from his jacket pocket and ate it to himself.

Paper Man frowned deeply, the punch in front of him was so terrifying, if it was a palm gesture with five fingers together, a blow poked out with his fingertips, it was understandable, but with an ordinary fist to rush through, it could penetrate the body, and there was no broken internal organs splashing out from the back of the deceased, which shows how amazing the strength and speed of this penetration.

In the video, the other two gangsters stood for two seconds, and wanted to escape, but the big man grabbed the back of his neck before one of them left the surveillance camera, judging from the expression on the gangster's face, the big man's hand became tighter and tighter, and in just a few seconds, a lot of blood overflowed from the gangster's mouth, this scene was like a tube of toothpaste being held to death from the middle, his neck was pinched and deformed, his face was purple and blue, his eyes were rolled, and his whole face began to swell.

Finally, the big man smirked and slammed the thug's head against the hard bar. That scene, like a bulging pus, was punctured by a needle, and the liquid that spilled out could fly far away......

Paper Man looked up again and looked in the direction of the bar: "Okay, that explains the smell that has been permeating me since I walked in......" He turned off the PVP670 and handed it back to Deacon, then asked, "What about the one who escaped the camera?"

Deacon said: "When I ran to the door, I was caught by a big man, and you can never imagine what the murder weapon is." He tilted his head in the direction of the billiard table.

Paper Man asked, half-jokingly, "What? He made a skewer of 'barbecue' with a cue?"

"Hah!" Deacon didn't laugh, just pretended to laugh dryly, "I said you can't think of it." He made a gesture with his hand and said to his eyes: "The suspect stuffed a billiard ball into the eye socket of that kid." ”

"Oh, I thought it was bigger than our eye sockets. ”

Deacon dismissed Paper Man's sneer: "Yes, that's why the deceased's eyebrow and cheekbones are shattered, and the murderer fills the deceased's brain as if he had forcibly stuck the puzzle into an unsuitable slot, needless to say, we've collected some brains that have spilled out of the nostrils and ears, and the coroner will find an eyeball from a mess of brains, the funniest thing since the New Year's party, isn't it?" Okay, that's the joke for now, it's up to you from now on, and I don't want to wade into these troubled waters. ”

Paper Man said: "I know, you are only responsible for the part that invites credit when closing the case." ”

"Hey, listen, know who's ...... your goddamn bunch of copywriting"

"Okay, okay, you and your people, keep clearing the field, I have to go out and get some air. Paper Man interrupted Deacon's nagging, turned and walked away, smiling as he passed a green-faced young police officer, "Hey, man, do you like cheese sandwiches?"

The moment the other party heard this, he turned around and bent over and vomited.

I heard Deacon's roar from behind: "Bastard! I just said, find a paper bag!"