In the strange room filled with yellow-green gas on the eleventh basement floor of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department building, three native-born Japanese stood far away, looking at the mysterious commissioner from Europe with awe in their gas masks.

Small sparks of electricity crackled between Dvoru's fingertips and the operator's skin, and the woman's body twitched violently unconsciously, as if dancing a comical dance. A warning light is lit on the inside of Shichiberyo's active gas mask, and the red symbol "HCL" is lit up, indicating that the composition of hydrogen chloride gas has been detected in the air. The chlorine gas in the gas mixture reacts with a trace amount of hydrogen under an electric spark to produce this corrosive gas, Kosaka quickly walked to the control panel and pressed a button, and the forty miniature sprinklers on the ceiling of the "......" began to spray water mist, and the "HCL" warning light went out almost immediately, and the irritating gas that was easily soluble in water and the chlorine in the air turned into a yellowish dilute hydrochloric acid, which gurgled away from the drain.

Dvoru withdrew his fingers, the arc vanished, and the black woman covered in electrodes collapsed limply in the operation compartment, her dilated brown pupils staring at the cold alloy ceiling. "Senator, she ......" Kosaka asked nervously as he turned off the water sprinkler and took two steps forward.

"She's not dead. The commissioner turned and walked out, a slight tremor welling erupted in his muscular body wrapped in a tight suit, and small droplets of water could be seen bouncing off the surface of his blonde and well-dressed suit, Dvoru stepped out of the side sliding door of Room 1, leaving behind him a humanoid silhouette of water mist, and the next second, the droplets of water scattered on the ground, splashing small splashes on the floor.

Kosaka pressed the green button, and the upper lid of the operation compartment slowly closed. Three wet Japanese men walked out of the room, and Dvoru was standing quietly in the passage waiting for them, his suit as dry as if he had just been taken out of the laundry. "Where's the other operator under attack?" he glared through the silent, dark passage, and a small blister formed out of the corner of his eye, which vanished again.

"The second door on the right hand side of the front, Your Excellency. Kosaka replied respectfully, "Room 3, operator number 3-11. ”

The side sliding door of Room 1 closed silently, and the door of Room 3 quietly opened, and as soon as the door opened, the head of the Intelligence Investigation Office, Ichimu Zhongzhong, and the head of the Computer Data Department, Shichibu Ryo, exclaimed in surprise, took two steps back, and made a vomiting motion with his hand on the gas mask. Kosaka looked very calm, "After the accident, the deacon asked the scene to remain as it was, and we did not send anyone to deal with it, please understand, Councilor." ”

"Of course. Dvoru said lightly, and walked calmly into Room 3, where the 16 operating compartments were placed against the wall, the upper lid of the cabin marked 3-11 was opened, and the red light of emergency failure was on, and a female corpse that was beginning to decompose was wrapped in the dense electrodes and pipelines of the cabin.

Due to the oxygen component in the gas mixture, saprophytic bacteria grew rapidly on the corpse, but the corpse's body fluids reacted with chlorine to produce hydrochloric acid and hypochlorous acid, which in turn killed the bacteria in batches, and this war of reproduction and destruction was repeated for dozens of hours, leaving behind a swollen and shiny corpse and a strong rancid smell in the air. Active ventilated gas masks automatically detect components in the air, ignoring harmless trace amounts of 1,5-pentanediamine and butanediamine, two foul-smelling chemicals commonly known as cadaverine and putrescine, the main sources of the smell of carrion.

Shichibe Liang bent down and retched twice, enduring the intense nausea, knowing that vomiting in a gas mask was not a good idea. An inch of wood had adjusted to the pungent smell before him, and slowly approached Room 3, where Dvoru and Kosaka were behind the two members of the Brotherhood who were observing the corpse. "This operator died due to increased intracranial pressure caused by a subdural hematoma. Kosaka bent down to remove two obstructive catheters and explained, "The hematoma compresses the venous return, causing a sharp increase in intracranial pressure, which has been seen in previous trials, but there has never been a fatal accident." He picked up a round object with long fibers attached to the back of the sphere, "Look, the cranial pressure has squeezed the eyeball out, and if it weren't for the stalk pulling at the back, it might have broken the glass of the hatch." ”

Nanabe Liang, who had just walked over, turned around and retched again, Dvoru glanced at him, stretched out his finger and gently touched the cheek of the female corpse, a slight arc flashed, because the subcutaneous tissue had been decomposed by the flora, the entire face of the corpse and the shaved scalp slipped down from the skull, revealing a bloody skull, brains slowly flowing out of the eye sockets and nostrils, and viscous tissue fluid emitted white smoke in the chlorine gas.

......The head of the computer data department finally couldn't suppress the convulsions of his stomach and vomited in his gas mask, and the exhaust fan was immediately blocked by the vomit, and the alarm sounded for Didi. "Kosaka, take him out. Dvoru said calmly.

"Senator, I-I? Why don't you let an inch of wood send him out, and I can explain the relevant ...... for you," the maintenance man's eyes widened in surprise.

The European correspondent turned his head to look at him, and Kosaka immediately swallowed the rest of his words, turned around and walked outside with Shichibe Ryo's armpit, "You useless waste,...... Mr. Minister. He gave the middle-aged man, who was struggling to breathe, a vicious look, and pulled him towards the long passage.

The sliding door closed, and the Inch Wood Loyal leaned over to Dvoru's side with a little excitement, "What do you need me to do, Councillor?"

The commissioner withdrew his finger and shook his head: "This operator is useless, and if the brain is damaged, no information can be retrieved." Let's go find a quiet place to sit and have some questions for you. ”

"Of course, Councillor. Rooms 14 and 15 are empty, with separate ventilation rooms and the necessary comforts, and were originally intended to be used as a rest room for duty personnel, but have not been used since the 11th basement floor was isolated. Please follow me, please follow me here. He bowed slightly, then walked outside.

Walking along the yellow-green mist passage to the end, the head of the investigation room opened the airtight door of room 14, and the two men approached the small preparation room. The ventilation fan drained away the toxic gas mixture and replaced it with clean air, the green light flashed, the airtight door to the inside slowly opened, and an inch of wood loyally took off his gas mask and let out a long breath: "Ah, fresh air is the best, do you say, Councillor?"

"Probably. Dvoru looked left and right at the thirty-square-meter lounge, then walked over to a leather couch and sat down. "I'll make tea, Councillor. An inch of wood said diligently, walked to the operating table and filled a pot of tap water with an electric kettle, prepared two teacups, opened the sealed tin box and took out the tea leaves.

"Are you used to Level 3 pain?" Dvoru asked in surprise as he held two teacups filled with boiling water.

"You know, Councillor. Yizumu put down the teacup and smiled: "My identity used to be...... Not to mention, but a few years ago I used to be the owner of grade 5 pain. ”

The commissioner showed a look of "I see", "It turns out that you are also a member of the advent class, no wonder you have such a high political status, but you only have the humble status of a peripheral deacon." Very good acting, Brother 454, how many years is your test period?"

"Thirteen years, Councillor. The head of the Intelligence Investigation Office lowered his eyebrows and said, "It's already half over, and I am grateful for the kindness of the Speaker and the magnanimity of the Knights of the Temple Thorn Cross ......"

"Alright, alright. Dvoru waved his hand, "Let's get down to business." How's the tracking of the intruders going?"

An inch of wood pushed a pottery teacup towards the big man opposite, and made a gesture of "please use tea", "Asmantis used all the resources that could be deployed, and the two attacks of timing backtracking at the edge of the safe range have basically locked the attacker's position, and the backtracking is presided over by Shichibe Ryo, let him report to you in detail later." But things are getting a little complicated, and I need to take a moment to elaborate on them. ”

Dvoru picked up the teacup and sniffed it, gently blew open the turquoise leaves, took a sip, and nodded.

An inch of wood pushed aside the debris on the coffee table, opened a box of colored toothpicks, and took out a red toothpick and put it on the black carbonized wood tabletop: "First of all, the terrorists of the IPU destroyed the core route of the quantum network in East Asia, Asmantis fell into a terrible night of information, and the speaker was very angry, and instructed us to resume work through the space-based route as quickly as possible, while finding out the culprit and punishing him." There are clues that the operation was led by Barvindra of the IPU activist group 'Shiva', but the GTC lost his trace in Belarus. But at this moment, the deputy head of the Intelligence Investigation Office, the same Izuki Iketaro you had met earlier, found some clues. According to the information he received, the appearance of the "madman" Hasegawa in Europe must have been implicated in the feint attack of the Chernobyl nuclear power plant, so he led a foreign special force to Belarus through diplomatic channels at the behest of the prime minister. Of course, this information is also important to us, as about a third of the Ranger team belongs to Asmontis, and Hasegawa is a common target for us, GTC, and Taro Idekiike. ”

Three green toothpicks appeared on the table, pointing to the lone red stick. "And then?" said Dvorus, looking at the unusual display with interest.