The "meteorite event", also known as the "Inland Sea Explosion". On December 22, 2084, an intransitive body penetrated the atmosphere and crashed into the heart of a desert. The competition for resources has intensified international contradictions, hot wars have occurred frequently, and the country's political system and economic system have gradually collapsed. The year 2084, when this meteorite fell, is known as the "first year of nightfall".

And this meteorite is like a giant and a red dragon that suddenly appeared in Neil's worldview, and it brought incurable madness to this world, and madness spread among humans like a magic element, and those humans who died or even became dead servants due to high M values were like suffering from white salt syndrome, unable to resist and finally dying of despair.

However, the humans of this world are lucky, they have found an ore that can fight against madness - Heterophyllous Crystal.

In the aftermath of the "Meteorite Event", humanity finally found the "Heterocrystal" that can withstand cataclysm, and EDGE (the Exploration Defence and Governance Entente) was signed. With this as a cornerstone, humanity built a new city on the ruins, "Dis City", which means "rise above hell". Due to the most important strategic resource after nightfall, the Alien Crystal, Dis City has gradually developed into the only super metropolis in the world after the cataclysm, compared to other human city-states, the development of Diss City can be said to be quite magical - it contains gangsters, violent syndicates, but also accumulated terrifying wealth, immersed in the daily drunken gold of the new city, separated only by a rusty river full of corpses.

Kyle, who had also disposed of the corpse by the Rusty River, hurriedly ran home, and after washing his body over and over again, he was lying on the bed watching the history of this world.

It all started with the meteorite incident, then the rise of Dis City with the Alien Crystal, and then the Syndicate and the New Town that vividly expressed the magical reality, and now Kyle is a small rookie patrol officer under the name of the New City Security Bureau.

"Hah-"

Kyle lies on the bed with his arms outstretched, then touches the wall with one hand.

"It seems that the primary goal is not to get infected with madness, and then the secondary goal is to get a big bed."

As for finding the information of the 'murderer of the real Kyle', that is, the true identity of the fake Kyle who was taken away by the traverser, Kyle didn't think he could easily get it, and now he didn't even have permission to access the police station's computer, let alone inquire about such a dangerous person who has the ability to assume the identity of others.

The only thing in this small house is the real Kyle, who has been burned to ashes, and the fake Kyle's information is still in the fog at all, and there is not even a permanent contact in the phone, which is about the same as a new one. As for computers or anything - most of the real Kyle's money is used to buy all kinds of burrowing tools, so the place where he lives is minimalist in the words of high EQ, and the house is surrounded by walls in the words of low EQ.

"So in order to accomplish the secondary goal, you have to think about how to make money."

Before he could figure it out, Kyle was already asleep, his hands flashing red as he sleazed, and he was silent for a while.

As for Kyle, who slept very hard, he woke up ten minutes before it was time to go to work, and this stimulation made him wake up all of a sudden. When he arrived at the police station, he saw the gloating old Jack and the fiery eyes of Sergeant William.

"Civilization is ****! Kyle, you're a pretty good kid too! The morning meeting will not come directly! Did you get some delusion from picking up a Mad yesterday? Does it make you think you can take my place? ”

Kyle remained expressionless, thinking to himself that if I really said to sit in your seat, would you give up like a little deflated three? Can't even think of a single new word when these middle-aged and elderly people question and insult others?

In his previous life, he experienced the rapid changes of the Internet era, and he had all kinds of fun and eaten all kinds of melons, and it was impossible to break the defense by listening to these middle-aged and elderly swearing, and if he could get a salary if he listened to the scolding all day, then Kyle raised his hands to support it.

I can do this all day

But maybe it was because Kyle listened to the scolding for ten minutes, and even a trace of expression didn't change, so Sergeant William just told them to hurry up and go on patrol without saying anything more. After all, Kyle is the 'talent' that their bureau must send to the FAC Syndicate branch, and the indicators that must be met every year make Sergeant William lose his hair, but fortunately, this newcomer with no background can help him fill such a place.

After getting into the police car again, Old Jack looked at Kyle, who had not yet woken up, and parked the police car in front of a coffee shop.

"Boy, go buy a cup of coffee and wake up. I'm not going to go on the road with a guy who can't hold a gun. ”

Kyle looked at the middle-aged man suspiciously, he had a bad attitude at the beginning yesterday, but today he was so considerate and disgusting.

Old Jack didn't bother to explain to Kyle that as long as the inspection period was over, Kyle would be sent by the bureau to support the FAC and go to the team dedicated to investigating the madness. After all, the FAC (the Framework Against Catastrophe) is an organization that deals with madness and confinement. However, now Old Jack has to be careful not to let Kyle die, which is why his attitude has changed so much.

Kyle, who doesn't know anything about it, gets out of the car and buys a cup of coffee and a brioche bun for breakfast. Looking at this guy who was eating breakfast unscrupulously in the passenger seat, Old Jack grinded his back molars, and the strength of his hand holding the steering wheel was three points stronger.

"10-05, Crash, 207 Financial Street. Please go to the protection site at your destination as soon as possible. ”

"10-05, Roger."

Looking at Old Jack's happy face, Kyle looked puzzled again, doesn't this old salted fish hate trouble? How did he die and he was still happy.

And Jack, who likes to play with experience, sees Kyle with a look of 'I don't understand' and immediately begins to explain his life of fishing.

"Boy, a case like this where you have to determine whether it's a suicide or a homicide has to protect the scene, and then the investigation after that is handed over to the detectives, it has nothing to do with us patrol officers who are only responsible for simple work, and we basically spend the whole day there to keep curious pedestrians away from the scene, so- haha."

Old Jack is like that meme now - 'Thumbs, I'm just pure flying. JPG’。

However, when they arrived at the scene, the vicinity of the building was full of people with mobile phones taking photos, and the excitement was similar to that of the festival.

Kyle saw the scene of the demons dancing, and then looked at Old Jack, the middle-aged man who was just honking his horn and enjoying being photographed by his phone and camera.

Well, Kyle is a long time to see, because this time he's seen a neurotic that hasn't contracted madness.