It's raining.

Tujea doesn't really like the rain, but he can only accept it now.

While still on the cargo ship, before he landed, he listened to the crew of the cargo ship talk about the Litatra. In their mouths, the nest that almost fits into the solar system is a world that rains a lot, and the rainy season is very long.

It's not a good thing for them.

Just imagine, a voyage takes at least six months. In the past six months, I can only squeeze together with a dozen or so stinking old people. Doesn't sleep well, doesn't eat well, doesn't have any privacy.

Then, finally, one day, the ordeal ended.

When the ship docks and begins to trade and rest, the captain will generously provide a full month's vacation. During this time, it is possible to go to women or men at will, as well as gamble, fight, and drink heavily.

As long as the local law allows it, and you can guarantee that you will come back on time, you can indulge in fun. No one will say anything about it, and no first mate or captain will beat you with sticks, tear up your own playing cards, take your gambling money or cigarettes, and punish you to clean the toilet.

As a result, it began to rain in Litatra. Cold, incessant rain. Clothes never dry, shoes are always moist, toes can be soaked in boots and swollen, and if you are not careful, it can even lead to amputation.

The ceilings of taverns and inns are constantly dripping downward, and you can't sleep at night without blankets, and the raindrops hit the windows and make disturbing noises.

Even if you go out the next day with dark eyes, you need to be careful, because most of the streets will be filled with white and swollen corpses facing down. Yes, some residents always choose to live in the lowest, or in the depths - don't care about the reason, in short, they will die, and no one cares.

A wonderful holiday can turn into a tasteless ordeal during the rainy season.

"It's natural rain."

A voice sounded above him, and Tujea interrupted his divergent thoughts, controlling his thoughts of looking up. Raindrops fell from the sky, fell on his hat and shoulders, and soon slipped down.

The surface of this jacket, which costs only five Imperial Coins, is made of a synthetic material, and raindrops can't penetrate the surface and soak the inside. That's a good thing for him.

He's unlucky enough tonight that if he lasts another ten minutes, he'll still have to wear soaked clothes to fight for his life.

"Why don't you speak, Investigator Tujea?"

Tujea didn't look up and said, "Because I hate the rain." ”

"Oh? Why? ”

Tujea was silent for a moment, then raised his head and said, "I thought I was the investigator, do you even need to investigate this kind of thing, my lord?" ”

Astarte, who called himself Zel, seemed to chuckle, and Tujea finally looked up at him, a little surprised that he would laugh.

Later, he noticed that Zel's eyepiece didn't seem to be so bright at the moment, and another thing - he was standing next to him, but Tujea still couldn't hear the slightest breathing.

It's like a ghost. The investigator thought to himself, goosebumps rising.

Zell spoke softly.

"I'm just curious. Essentially, though, you're no different from what I am now. We're both investigators, but my remit is slightly larger than yours. Therefore, I don't think you need to call me an adult, we are a partnership. ”

"Cooperation?" Tujea asked.

His surprise was turning into surprise.

"Yes, cooperation." Zell said disapprehantly. "At best, this is another collaboration between the Legal Department and my warband. To put it mildly, this is a small collaboration between two investigators to uncover a conspiracy. ”

"Actually, the order I received was to continue to protect you, and to test your vigilance by giving you a little trace at the right time. But the things you found tonight have involved something else, so I have to show up. ”

Tujea was silent again for a few seconds. He didn't care about the second half of Zell's sentence, but especially the first half.

"You guys, you often work with the legal department?"

"yes." Zell nodded, but didn't explain more, and quietly left the place.

As planned, Tujea raised his gun and began to aim.

Two seconds later, with the sound of a gunshot, a searchlight lit up from the dark walls of the Moran family, shining on the place where Tujea once stood. He had already retreated into the dark alley and gently pulled off the hammer.

At the same time, a dull sound also vaguely reached his ears, followed by a very obvious shout.

"What?!"

The source of the searchlights quickly faded away, and the gunfire rang out, but a piercing scream rang out from the city walls, and the searchlights began to go out one by one, leaving only the faint moonlight.

Tujea crouched down, quickly reached the entrance of the alley, and saw several security guards with their backs to him. The guns in their hands were pointed at the sky, looking wet and dangerous in the rain.

If it weren't for the sound, they would have quietly walked to the alley and pointed their guns at Tujea, but there are opportunities that they won't have a second time once they lose them.

Another scream rang out. The gunfire was loud, but the screams never stopped, and the muffled sound was incessant, and it had spread from the city wall to the blast gate.

The Moran family's security guards pulled the trigger in fear, and the gunfire flashed, revealing a tall black figure again and again.

A gunshot, a gunshot, a black shadow that came at it was like a natural law, a cruel and ruthless natural law that once it appeared, it would inevitably bring about killing.

The heavy armor worn by the security guards had no effect on the shadow, and they were either twisted or kicked off their spines. The atmosphere of fear began to spread in the darkness, and they were still firing, but this only brought faster and more death.

Tujea withdrew his gaze and slowly raised his gun.

The security guards standing not far from him were already in a stupor, and the flames that erupted at the muzzle of the gun could indeed briefly illuminate one side of the black shadow, but it moved so fast that they could only see a remnant.

As a result, the one-sided excavation of the truth in turn destroys their sanity, and they cannot understand why their companions were completely killed by something they can't see in a matter of seconds.

Tudjea doesn't actually understand either, he just knows exactly what he should do.

He pulled the trigger.

A bullet whistled out of the chamber of the gun, embedded deep in the back of a security guard's head. It didn't go any further, and the heavy helmet prevented the Katahan MK3's bullets from going any further.

Tujea wasn't surprised, and it was to be expected, and there was a reason why heavy armor was expensive.

The security guard who had been attacked yelled and turned around and began shooting indiscriminately. His companions followed, and began to rain bullets into the deserted streets like activated toy soldiers.

The moonlight and the rain fell on them together, and the wet rain mixed with the incomparably thick smell of blood wafted in. Little did they know that something was watching in the dark.

Tujea leaned against the wall of the alley and began to wait silently. After about two seconds, all the gunfire suddenly stopped, and the world fell silent.

He put down his gun and walked out of the alley, a large amount of blood meandering in with the rain and sliding over his boots.

Tujea looked up just in time to see the last security guard still standing staggering to the ground, his body facing Tujea, but his head had been twisted behind his back.

A dark figure stood beside the corpses of him and his companions, flicking his hands lightly, blood splattering and disappearing into the raindrops.

Without saying a word, he turned around as the rain curtain suddenly shattered, and Tujea narrowed his eyes as he felt the swift and terrifying wind, and his throat rolled up and down a few times.

The blast door was lowered again.

Tujea stepped forward and bent down to pick up a shotgun from the ground. The moment he got his hands on it, he felt a kind of happiness - it was fortunate that the Moran family was not rich enough to equip these security guards' weapons with biometrics, otherwise he probably wouldn't even be able to use these guns.

"How?" A question rang out in the darkness.

"What?" Tujea asked stiffly.

"From the perspective of a collaborator, do you think I'm still qualified?"

Zell's voice came from above him with a smirk, and Tujea looked up to see him hanging from the very edge of a searchlight and staring down. Blood began to flow down from his right hand that grabbed the searchlight, and smashed to the ground along with the rain.

A chill rose in Tujea's heart, and he forced himself to swallow the fear that had arisen, lowered his head and began to examine the shotgun in his hand, and when he spoke again, his voice had become calm.

With all due respect, I have never worked with you. I don't have a proper yard for judging, and in fact, I've never heard of a precedent within the Legal Department for working with the Astarte Warband. ”

"That's a good thing for you, investigator." Zell replied softly.

He let go of his hand and landed behind him, splashing up a puddle of rain and disappearing into the darkness again.

Tujea tried to catch his trail in the dark, but found nothing. He stood there and watched for half a minute, his eyes glaring painfully, but he couldn't see half a shadow. In desperation, Tujea had no choice but to step through the blast door that had been lowered.

As soon as he entered, the raindrops disappeared in an instant, and the independent ecological dome kept them firmly out. Tujea took off his hat and shook it, and began to look around and observe.

In the dim light of the night light, the first thing he saw was a luxurious marble-paved main road, about twelve meters wide, large enough for any vehicle.

The lush greenery on both sides of the road dazzled his eyes, and he looked back to see that every meadow, hedge, or tree had an independent cultivation system, and he couldn't even call out what the plants were called.

Their leaves were neatly trimmed and they were staring coldly at the shabby-dressed stranger in the dark. With the breeze blowing, Tujea silently put on his hat and continued on his way.

The nest is like that, there will always be some places that are more splendid than the palace.

He walked along the marble road for about twenty minutes, and the sound of gunfire would always come from the front, and it would never stop, turning into a rhythmic percussion in the night.

Corpses in heavy armor lay on the road or in the greenery, and the automatic turrets and watchtowers hidden among the trees had been completely destroyed, and the perpetrators had somehow prevented them from catching fire.

The meadows are still just meadows, and they have not turned into a blazing hell.

Tujea looked at these things in disbelief and stiffened to the end of the road.

At this moment, in the bright light, one luxurious mansion after another sits in an orderly manner on top of a man-made mountain, and they have a uniform white façade, which is extremely clean and elegant.

A drawbridge that had not yet been lowered connected to the marble road on which he stood, and under the bridge there was the sound of water, and Tujea looked down and saw a sparkling wave. He looked up again at the mansions, as if he had seen a town that was deliberately isolated from the rest of the world.

He narrowed his eyes and shook his head, feeling a pang of unreal absurdity.

He thought he would probably never get used to these extravagant things, and what they represented. To him, these houses seem to have a misty aura of their own, which pierces people's eyes

Tujea sighed uncontrollably, but the lights that lit up the town suddenly went out, and darkness fell instantly. At the same time, the suspension bridge slowly fell.

Without warning, a voice came from behind him.

"Let's go."

Tujea jerked his head back, the shotgun in his hand already instinctively raised.

His movements were so fast and rapid that the barrel of the gun awkwardly collided with a piece of hard steel, and in the violent friction, sparks flew everywhere, and a tall black shadow appeared briefly for a moment.

Tujea didn't have time to care, he took a few steps back in a row with an unsteady center of gravity, and when he saw that he was about to fall, one hand reached out of the darkness just right, grabbed the handguard of the shotgun, and gently helped him keep his balance.

The investigator gasped and wiped a cold sweat from his forehead before he spoke: "The Divine Emperor is above, can you not do this?" ”

"I didn't do anything, just to remind you."

"I almost shot!"

"This level of firepower can't penetrate my power armor."

Tujea's eyes twitched, he looked down at the damaged barrel of the shotgun, and threw it down with a pursed mouth. Without saying a word, he pulled the revolver from his jacket and turned and walked onto the drawbridge.

"Of course, friendly injuries can be irritating, no matter which side it is." Zell swept past him like a gust of wind, dropping down a word that seemed to be a laugh. "I'll be more careful, investigator."

Tujea still didn't say anything, his gun tightened, sweating in the comfortable temperature created by the Eco Dome.

He has chosen to stop thinking.

(End of chapter)

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