The night in Polnia is getting colder and colder, the sun sets on the horizon, the air begins to glow with a faint white mist, 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 were paling like the skin of a dying patient, the pipes crisscrossing the city like blood vessels, and the smell of burnt spread around the tram, where many people were still busy.

But if you look closely, you will see that most of them are wearing museum uniforms, and they can hear the dripping sound of various instruments as they go back and forth, the cold wind blowing, blowing up a few old old newspapers flying, and the cold street lamps hitting this arc of road.

Ethan leaned against a wall and smoked, the smoke covering his face from time to time, his brow furrowed, and he was silent, which was very different from his usual life.

In Polnia, it is normal for people to die, maybe every time it gets dark, there will be a loss of life, but this time, it is a completely different situation.

"The convoy has sealed off the block, and the Department of Justice is waiting to cooperate, it can be said that this incident is the largest public safety incident since the establishment of Yinglanbeire, and the queen estimates that she will know tomorrow, and you may also need to help the museum solve the problem and find the whereabouts of the evil relics."

This time, even the handler Mo San came to the scene, and it seems that the impact of the explosion is really great.

"Has the relic sequence been detected?"

Ethan dropped the cigarette on the ground and casually stomped it out.

"It's like sequence seven...... However, according to the report of the investigators, the value of the instrument has been changing and cannot be stabilized, and it is suspected that the relic has the function of concealment or transformation. ”

Mo Sang stood beside Ethan, looked at the wreckage of the tram not far away, sighed softly, stretched out his hand, and Ethan naturally handed him a cigarette.

Truth be told, retrieving relics is no easy task, but since the boom in steam and alchemy, there have been few dangerous incidents for the handlers over the years.

Their prudence has given them a chance to live, and the bad influence of the relics can be erased.

Only this time, Moissan, had a premonition of a different danger.

"Minister, the investigation into the cause of the explosion is clear."

A fair-skinned figure approached them, dressed in a D-class uniform, holding a disc in his hand, floating light and shadow constantly changing.

"Why?"

"Accident."

The officer said with a serious face.

"What? Isn't it a relic? ”

Moissans was a little surprised.

"No, if I have to say it, it should be an accidental fire that short-circuited the aging circuit, plus the combustion explosion caused by the high temperature, so although we checked the remnants of the power of my relics, in fact, it was not the relics that caused the explosion."

Such an explanation was difficult to accept, and his instincts, who had worked for many years, told Moissans that it must have something to do with relics.

"What about the medical department? Is there any clue about the explosion of the corpse over there......"

"They have just transferred all the bodies of passengers from the capital hospital, and it is estimated that the autopsy report will not come out so soon, so we have to wait."

"I 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 scattered on vacation, they haven't assembled for a long time, so let's arrange for them to go this time."

Moisan looked into the distance, the city shrouded in gray fog that was sometimes oppressive and breathless.

"Yes, Minister."

Everything was going according to plan, and the logistics staff were on the scene, and they needed to transport the entire burned tram back to the museum in one night, clean up the traces, and restore the streets.

Mo Sang patted Ethan on the shoulder and beckoned the staff of his processing department to prepare to evacuate the scene.

"Minister Mozambit."

Ethan suddenly spoke.

"What's wrong? Could it be that your Alchemy Academy is planning to participate this time? However, this time it is also thanks to you and Professor, otherwise as soon as the report comes out, the Security Department will definitely treat this incident as an ordinary incident, and it will not have anything to do with the anomaly at all. ”

"It's fine, but ...... I do want to participate, Minister Moissan, and give it a chance. ”

"Absolutely."

Mo San readily agreed.

Just as he was about to leave, Mo Sang didn't take two steps before turning around and saying to Ethan:

"I've heard about the Church of the Dawn, don't be sad, it will get better, may Alona's faith bless you forever."

"Praise Alona!"

Ethan was quick to pick up, making a gesture of prayer and a look of grief.

When everyone was almost gone, Ethan was ready to drive back to the academy.

The people from the Sheriff's Department were guarding outside, and when they saw the people of the museum coming out, they all gave way, or there were just a lot of patrol officers looking in curiously.

But they received the news that everything was blocked, that they were not allowed to interfere with the work of the museum staff, and that they should actively cooperate.

"Really! Why should we listen to these spectators? A young and energetic new police officer couldn't help but complain.

was grabbed by the old policeman and covered his mouth:

"Be quiet, that's not an incident we can handle."

"We're the police, and the whole of Polonia is under our jurisdiction, so what else can't we handle?"

The new police officers were indignant.

Mossan heard the strife here, turned his head, and glanced at it curiously.

"Shut up!"

The old policeman patted the new policeman's hat hatefully, and he calmed down, but he still looked reluctant.

It is normal for young people to be dissatisfied, and Mo San looked at the proud face of the new police officer, as if he remembered his former self, and even raced on the avenue just to catch up with a suspect who seemed to be acting strangely.

Instead, the man told himself that he was a museum handler.

I still remember that at that time, the Public Security Department knew more or less that as long as the cases reported as abnormal, they would be taken over by the museum, and no matter how complicated and outrageous the case, they could solve it in the end.

In fact, it is the positive and negative sides of the world, and it is easy to see the truth clearly when standing on this end, and it is also taken for granted.

And the people on the other side, because they are well protected, seem to be a little more ignorant.

"What's your name?"

Mo Sang hesitated for a few seconds and walked up to the new police officer and asked.

"Toller, Toller Claes."

Toller was reluctant to answer, but the old policeman beside him saw that the situation was not quite right, and quickly patted him in the back, and then reluctantly replied.

"I remember, Tole Claes, your name."

Moisan smiled kindly,

Turn and leave.