Maher stood beside the bed and looked at the two uniforms, as he did every day before breakfast—thinking about which one he should wear to go out.

One is a police uniform, brown shirt, black leather buttons, black tie, black breeches, black high-top leather shoes, black armed belt, black military cap, black leather gloves, black tunic top, four silver buttons, four silver squares on the left collar badge, and only a piece of pitch black on the right side. There is a diamond-shaped silver "SD" logo on the left arm cuff and a red, white and black armband on top. On the right sleeve is a white gold cufflink, on which the letter "S" is carefully spelled out with small diamonds - Sicherheitspolizei, security police.

The standard uniform of the senior detective of the Imperial Social Order Guarantee Bureau, the armor that symbolizes power and authority, and the smell of leather and shoe polish.

The other uniform is civilian clothes, with a white shirt, black tie, a suit-style black jacket, and a black top hat – the standard dress for plainclothes secret police. Simple, understated, and more insidious.

After pondering for a long time, Mach decided to wear civilian clothes. He didn't stay in the headquarters building today, so there was no need to wear that dress-like uniform to go out and show off in the market.

When Mach walked into the dining room, his wife, Clara, had just brought the last breakfast coffee, and the table was piled with slices of ham, white sausages, boiled eggs, many kinds of cheese, a large pile of fried toast, four glasses of milk, and two cups of coffee. The eldest son, Erwin, was reading a book and drinking his milk, the second daughter, Magda, was buttering bread, and the third son, Ludwig, and the youngest son, Pilly, were picking up cheese with a fork.

"My dear, you are also in good spirits today. ”

His wife kissed him on the cheek, Maher also smiled and kissed him back, and then it was a step-by-step breakfast, asking and caring about the children's study and life, confirming today's itinerary, and leaving the house after paying tribute to the portrait of the emperor in turn. This is how the Maher family kicks off the day every day.

Like every morning, Mach was the last to go out after his wife took the shuttle bus to the Ministry of Labor, and when he locked the door and was about to turn around, there were brakes and two car horns in a row.

With a sigh of relief, Maher turned to the uninvited guest who had been intruding into his life schedule since yesterday with an expression that only a creditor would have.

The gloomy senior detective is greeted by a dark gray Type 911 sports car, with slightly harsh lines and oppressive tones that give people an indescribable sense of oppression, just like Mach's uniform.

"Good morning, Senior Detective Zavel Maher. ”

The door opened, and a figure quickly crossed the door and knelt down on one knee to greet him, the voice was crisp and loud, as pitiful as a bird's cry.

"About today's itinerary, 0830 ...... in the morning"

The bird-like voice was still chirping.

"Wait a minute......"

Mach held down the corner of his forehead that kept jumping and jumping, and after two or three seconds, the senior detective who breathed a sigh of relief roared at the hanging head:

"Don't tell me on the street!

"What...... Why do you say this? This is a ceremony to pledge loyalty! Confirmation of daily routines and matters is an essential routine!"

"Yes, it's a loyal minister! Have you ever seen a loyal minister who knows all over the street about his master's itinerary, and is afraid that the terrorists don't know where to plant bombs?! Are you brain-dead?! You are a one-year-old baby!!"

The head with blond hair tied up suddenly lifted, and the huge emerald green pupils looked at Maher with a broken and helpless face in confusion.

It was a blonde girl, who looked to be no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, dressed in a pine-green military uniform, with a second lieutenant's one-bar and one-star badge, a ceremonial dagger hanging from her waist, a black sharkskin scabbard and silver-plated grip wiped spotlessly, as if she were going to participate in some military parade;

Wearing a military uniform at this age is actually not particularly unusual in the Empire, but the existence of a girl is obviously incompatible with this high-end residential area for first-class citizens.

Several of the late residents fixed their curious and surprised gazes on the girl's short human ears, and when they saw Mach's standard dress as a secret police officer, they immediately lowered their heads and quickened their pace, and only cautiously turned back to look around a few times after they had walked far away.

"But...... Your Excellency ......"

"No, get in the car and go. ”

Angry, she got into the co-pilot, closed the car door hard, the girl crooked her neck, and then obediently got into the driver's seat.

Starting, starting, and getting into the lane, the whole process did not exceed three seconds, and it was so smooth that it was completely unimaginable to accelerate from 0 to 80 kilometers per hour in three seconds, which is of course due to the electric transmission mechanism invented by Dr. Polsher, but the girl's superb driving skills like a 40-year-old driver are also indispensable.

In principle, Mach is the type who either drives himself and gets motion sickness, otherwise he sleeps the whole time, and he has been unable to correct this problem after changing several partners, so he completely gave up treatment. But at this moment, he didn't feel dizzy or drowsy at all, he just lowered the window, looked at the scenery boredly, and then reached out and pressed the cigarette lighter.

The official empire did not encourage smoking and alcohol abuse among first-class citizens, and deliberately distributed a large number of pamphlets covered with "first-class citizens only", which were full of all kinds of nicotine, tar, and rotten mouths, respiratory tracts, and lung lobes, or deformed children or patients waiting to die early in the intensive care unit. In general, smokers are a small group of first-class citizens. In this small group, people like Mach who have to use clouds and fog to stimulate thinking because of work pressure account for the vast majority. But what sets Maher apart from other smokers is that he never smokes in front of the governor and underage citizens.

So, is Mach now planning to destroy the principles he has laid down with his own hands?

Not.

Although, in the strict sense of the word, even if he did have one, he would not be a breach of principle, Mach did not want to delve into such issues.

"One year old baby. ”

The cigarette lighter jumped, and Mach threw a piece of chewing gum into his mouth and asked vaguely:

"You're working for the first time?"

"It was put into use for the first time. ”

The subtle fit of the dialogue has a subtle dissonance.

"In other words, it hasn't been tested in actual combat, so there's no way to guarantee it, right?"

"On this point, it is completely guaranteed below, after all, the actual combat test data of the relevant parties-"

"I see, I don't have to go on. ”

Pressing down on the churning acid in his stomach pouch, Mach squeezed the bridge of his nose. It may be that he ate too much for breakfast, or it may be related to the stack of photos and written materials he saw when he met this new "partner", or it may have something to do with Mach, who is still not used to having a partner.

Ordinary people call the field police officers of the Imperial Social Order Bureau "Chain Dogs", and the Imperial Propaganda Agency has coined the nickname "Black Wolf". For Mach, this is a very good nickname. Essentially, Mach is not suited to be a wolf fighting in packs, often working alone and using his brain far more than his muscles. Colleagues who are really familiar with him and know him call him "Silver Fox".

From the rearview mirror, the top hat was straightened, and the "silver fox" who entered the state asked:

"So, what were the results of last night's investigation at the scene?"

"Yes, 2234 arrived at the scene of the shootout last night, and after careful investigation, although it is almost impossible to find it, there are indeed traces of the use of magic. ”

Even if the use of the Celestial Crystal does not directly resonate with the mana in the atmosphere, after releasing the technique, it will somewhat stir the mana on the scene, leaving some traces. Over time, those traces will slowly fade, but if you check early, you can still tell if magic has been used.

"Can you lock the waveform feature and carry out a positioning pursuit?"

"The traces are too vague to do. ”

In other words, the suspects had to be screened one by one from the people who were in that area at that time that day. ”

Mach took out the communication terminal, and the preliminarily screened faces crossed his eyes one by one, like a maze spelled out of human heads.

"Let's start with him. ”

The senior detective's finger rested on an energetic teenage face, underneath the name of the potential suspect in Gothic script.

- Pierre Marseille.

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"A member of the youth league of Pierre Marseille?"

"Yes. ”

Under the fire of a multitude of jealous eyes, Marseille felt like he was about to be roasted.

It's normal, everyone is an adolescent, full of hazy and simple yearning for the opposite sex, especially the beautiful opposite sex. When a woman who combines all the conditions and conditions of the goddess of male dreams suddenly invites other men, they will of course be extremely envious and jealous. Marseille would have had a similar reaction if he had switched sides.

But only Marseille himself knew that he really wanted to exchange this pink-looking position with other classmates.

After all, he has some ulterior secrets, once exposed...... That would mean that the entire family would disappear from this world.

Whether it is the classmates or the blonde beauty in front of them, they don't seem to know the anxiety in Marseille's heart. The classmates continued to send murderous eyes, and the beauty continued to ask politely:

"Can it take up a little bit of your time? It won't take long. ”

- No, I'm busy.

Marseille groaned inwardly, he really wanted to say this, and then turned and fled as fast as he could.

If he did that, the fool would know that he had a problem, and the next step would be martial law in the whole city, road blockades, all public transportation facilities, communities, and police stations would be plastered with photos of his head, and in less than half a day, Marseille and his family would meet in the Imperial Social Order Bureau building to exchange the latest torture techniques and human body limit tests with world-class executioners.

"An invitation from a lady is something that a gentleman cannot refuse. ”

The boy smiled brightly, straightened his boat-shaped hat, and asked:

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

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