Necromancers are frantically stationing troops in the apocalypse.

Zombie world, conference room.

The white owl flew a half circle around the room.

Qi Hancai, whose vision was shared, opened his mouth wide with disbelief on his face, "I can see from the owl's perspective, I can see myself, this..., I have awakened a new ability?"

Wu Heng sat aside, watching Qi Hancai exclaiming from time to time, and said with a smile: "This is the benefit of using the career scroll. You can also think of it as the scroll helping you awaken your special abilities. If you practice diligently in the future, other abilities will emerge."

Qi Hancai still looked surprised.

But he also understood what Wu Heng meant.

This was not a power she had awakened, but an ability provided to her by the profession scroll she had used last time.

There is no need to take any corpse cores or potions, just tear open a scroll and you will have new abilities!

The corpse core can be explained by genetic changes, but tearing the scroll is too exaggerated.

Moreover, according to Wu Heng, as long as he trains diligently, he will be able to awaken new abilities later.

It’s still sustainable.

He glanced at Wu Heng secretly.

I was glad that I had chosen the right person.

The little owl fell into her arms, and Qi Hancai held it carefully, "So, this little guy is mine?"

Contract established.

Tamed animals also have a kind of dependence on their masters.

The little owl is now particularly close to Qi Hancai and no longer curled up like it did at the beginning.

"It's yours, give it a name!" Wu Heng said.

Qi Hancai held the small owl in her hands, looked at it carefully, and said, "It's white, let's call it Tangyuan from now on!"

"It sounds pretty good."

Qi Hancai smiled and said, "Thank you!"

"You're welcome." Wu Heng smiled.

Qi Hancai held the little owl in her hands, looked at it carefully, and her face was full of love.

Wu Hengze glanced at the time and said, "Have someone prepare a car. I need to go to the garment factory."

"Are you going by yourself? I'll drive you there." Qi Hancai said.

"No need. I'll let Skeleton drive over to take a look and come back soon. It won't take long." Wu Heng said directly.

Qi Hancai didn't say much, picked up the walkie-talkie and started giving orders.

Then the two of them walked out of the meeting room and stood at the door waiting for two or three minutes.

A truck drove up.

After changing the driver, Wu Heng got into the car with his skeleton attendant and drove directly out of the factory.

Go to the garment factory.

……

The area around the garment factory was cleaned up.

The snow and debris were all cleared away.

Wu Heng brought the skeletons into the factory, where a number of skeletons had gathered and been arranged.

There are two mechanics responsible for checking the blueprints and recording the equipment, and the remaining skeletons are ordinary skeletons learning how to use the equipment.

Walked around the factory.

Let the electrician skeleton cut off the power, and Wu Heng went through the factory gate and opened the boundary door.

Walked through the gate and headed to the island owner's manor.

After leaving the manor, they headed to the factory built on Treasure Island.

Open the gate again and connect the factories of the two worlds.

"Move the equipment in, be careful not to damage it." Wu Heng ordered.

The skeleton, which had been prepared long ago, began to act.

Move the packaged equipment into the gate.

Wu Heng considered for two days about setting up a factory and finally chose another world.

Here, Wu Heng can purchase cloth raw materials for production.

If the factory is still set up in the zombie world, the purchased materials will need to be sent to the zombie world through the gate.

If more factories continue to be built in the future, Wu Heng might not have to do anything anymore.

Deliver various materials to both worlds every day.

It’s more convenient here.

Moving equipment is the most laborious part, but once you’re settled, purchasing materials and selling finished products will become convenient.

The skeletons were busy, and all the clothing factories in the zombie world were emptied.

Wu Heng asked the Skeleton Mechanic to assemble it, and the Electrician Skeleton was responsible for connecting the lines.

He returned to Treasure Island.

After all, he couldn't help much after the gate was closed.

……

Return to the island owner's manor.

Minnie helped him take off his coat and whispered, "Master, there's news from Sister Shannella. Please go and check it out later."

"When did you come?" Wu Heng asked.

"It was morning when I saw it, so the time should be about the same." Minnie hung her coat aside and estimated.

Wu Heng nodded, "I'll go upstairs and take a look."

"Shall I prepare some lunch for you?"

"I'm not that hungry yet, let's eat together in the evening."

"Okay." Minnie smiled.

Wu Heng walked upstairs and entered the radio room.

I looked through the record books one by one, and only the record for 'Shannala' had a small paragraph of text.

"I've arrived at a coastal port and am preparing the ship to go back."

Wu Heng raised his eyebrows.

He picked up the phone and said, "Shannala, can you hear me?"

Shanara's slightly lazy voice came from the other side, "Yes, why are you talking now?"

Wu Heng smiled unconsciously, "I went out in the morning. As you know, I am a busy island owner. I have an island to worry about."

"Show off!" Shannara said with a smile, and then said, "The boat is tonight, and I will go back then."

"How come you still have time? Where's your own ship?"

"I don't have my own ship anymore. I'm just an honorary president and don't have that many privileges. I will follow the Star Flower's ship to Treasure Island." Shannara said.

It seems that without real power.

All the individual ships were taken back.

Wu Heng said, "I'll get you a new one when I get back. It'll be better than theirs."

"It's useless for me to have a boat. I will have fewer opportunities to go out in the future."

"You can't be worse off than others."

Shannara's tone was full of laughter, "I didn't realize you were so caring."

Wu Heng changed his tone and said, "I'll let Philippa pick you up."

"No, it takes too long. If I want to wait for her, I will have to stay for several days." Shannara refused softly.

Wu Heng took out the jade sand table and took a look at it.

There are no suspicious ships on the routes of the Emerald Sea.

The chances of encountering pirates are slim.

However, the recent events involving the dragon traffickers, the vampire fleet, and the evil cult all took place in the Emerald Sea.

They are also unstable factors.

Who knows which force's reinforcements are coming to look for someone and become pirates at the same time.

After thinking for a while, he said, "How about this, I'll let Philippa pick you up halfway and escort you, or we can change boats and come back."

Shannella did not refuse this time, "You seem to be very sincere. I agree."

"Okay, keep an eye on the boat then."

"Yeah." Shannara changed the subject and asked leisurely, "Do you miss me?"

"Think about it."

"What do you think? Let me hear it."

Forehead…….

Wu Heng hesitated, then lowered his voice and said, "I always dream about you in my dreams, the kind of dreams that are hard to talk about."

"Hate it, that's all you're saying." Shannella said coquettishly, and then whispered, "Just wait until I get back."

"So did you miss me?"

Shannella said in a light tone, "I did! If I didn't, how could I be so anxious to go back!"

"What do you miss about me? Tell me."

The other party paused.

The tone changed, "Why do you feel that I didn't learn bad things from you?"

"Why do you ask me? I'll be a bad person if I ask you."

"I'm already old, and you're just a kid."

The two chatted for a while.

Shannara had to go out to buy some necessities for the ship, so she hung up.

Wu Heng went downstairs and chatted with several maids.

At dusk, Andvielle came back from outside.

Several people had dinner together in a restaurant.

Then return to the room to rest.

……

Last night, it was windy and rainy.

This is how it is with small islands in the sea. Storms come suddenly and quickly and frequently.

When daybreak came, the entire Treasure Island was shrouded in moisture, jade beads hung on the branches, and raindrops slowly dripped from the eaves.

Gradually, more and more people came on the road and it began to become lively.

On the road, newspaper sellers rode strange two-wheeled vehicles and towed huge packages behind them.

Stop at several busy roads.

He opened the backpack in the back seat of the car and held the newspaper high in his hand.

"The third issue of the Gold and Silver Express. The city of Neitalei is experiencing civil unrest, the port is blocked, and fireworks are rising into the sky. The latest decision of the association headquarters, come and take a look..."

Wow~!

As the hawking sounds rang out, a large group of people rushed over here.

……

residential area.

"What are you doing in such a hurry?"

"The third issue is on sale, hurry to the tavern, you can still get a good seat."

"Then hurry over. I heard that someone took a good seat last time and sold it for 1 silver coin."

"Then stop talking and go!"

……

Golden Sail Tavern.

Today, pubs are no longer what they used to be. They no longer only have customers at night, but are visited by customers all day long.

There are many people listening to stories in the tavern, and even more people outside who want to hear the stories for free.

As soon as the boss walked out of the door, he saw a lot of people rushing towards him.

I was shocked at first.

Then, I guessed that the new newspaper was on sale.

He asked the bartender to add more tables and chairs, and at the same time shouted, "Is Saban not here yet? Someone go out to greet him and tell him that new newspapers have been distributed."

"Okay!" A bartender rushed out of the door and headed in the direction where Saban came in the past.

After taking a few steps, I saw the bard Saban, walking towards me quickly, holding a newspaper in one hand and a scone in the other.

"Mr. Saban, my boss asked me to tell you that the third issue of the newspaper is on sale."

Saban raised the newspaper in his hand and said, "I bought it. Let's go."

The two men pushed through the crowd and strode into the tavern.

Several states bless yourself.

Saban's chest was straightened a lot. It felt good to be the center of attention.

"Good morning, everyone. I'll first tell you about the information in the newspaper, and then we'll read the detective story."

……

Black Crow's Nest Tavern.

The Bard, the reader's detective story.

"What does that prove?" Gregson said contemptuously.

"This means that the person who wrote the letter wanted to write a woman's name, that is Rachel, but for some reason, he didn't finish writing it. I can guarantee that when the case is fully understood, there will definitely be a woman named 'Rachel' who is related to this case."

……

Nautilus Tavern.

The bard stood on the stage, playing two roles.

"Then how did you determine the height of one of them? Was that your inference? Or was it just a guess?"

The bard turned to the other side again, playing the role of detective Wu Heng, and answered confidently, "It's very simple. You can infer a person's height from the length of his steps. It doesn't require any complicated calculations... When people write on the wall, they will instinctively write above the horizon, and the words on the wall inside the house are exactly three feet above the ground. This is too coincidental, and it seems like a child's game."

"How do you infer his age?"

"If a person can cross two and a half feet without any effort, then he is definitely not an old man, ..."

"What about fingernails and cheroots?"

"The words on the wall were written by a person with his index finger dipped in blood. With the help of a magnifying glass, I found that some of the wall powder was scraped off when writing, which means that the person's nails were not trimmed. ... I am not bragging, no matter what brand of hallucinogenic grass leaves, I can tell them apart at a glance."

The bard kept talking on it.

The people below listened silently.

Some people were puzzled. "The old man's explanation is not right. As professionals improve their abilities, the difference in age and body is not that big. A level 18 boxer has endless energy and does not look old even at the age of 100."

"Are you sick? At the time of the story, Wu Heng hadn't changed his job yet. He must have investigated ordinary people. A level 18 professional would use you to investigate, and it would be okay to kill people directly."

"Shh, keep listening."

And at the counter.

Philippa rested her chin on her hand, listening to the bard's speech and consulting the newspaper.

"Wu Heng is really amazing. I really have good taste."

……

Golden Sail Tavern.

Saban's tone suddenly paused on the stage.

He bowed to everyone first, and then said: "The follow-up story will be serialized in the next issue."

Then he added, "Everyone, the newspaper serialized this part, it has nothing to do with the pub."

The audience was quiet for two seconds, then suddenly there was an uproar.

"Fuck, it's a critical moment again."

"I just got into the mood, and you're done already?"

"When will the fourth issue be released? I feel so sad..."

……

Association, Deacon's Study.

Shi Yali frowned and asked, "Does he really judge a person's age by the length of his steps? That's a bit far-fetched. He should at least distinguish between occupational characteristics."

Xi Lagui closed the newspaper and replied, "He said that where he lives there are not many professionals, and all his energy is focused on weapons called machine guns."

Then he said, "You should also know about the pirate attack on Treasure Island. He deduced the fake death of the leader of the Old Barrel Tavern and the matter of the pirate king 'Occam'."

Shi Yali raised her eyebrows.

Xilagui smiled and said, "The deacon at that time was Yimi Luo. The whole incident was sorted out and deduced by Wu Heng. I think it would not be difficult for him to catch an ordinary criminal."

"If you say that, it should be related to the environment he lives in." Shi Yali said, and then hissed, "You are quite protective of him."

"I'm just saying what I think." Xi Lagui's eyes were not at all empty, and she asked back, "Why do you mention him every day recently?"

……

Wu Heng was lying on a lounge chair in the courtyard.

Annette massaged his shoulders, Robey pounded his legs, and Minnie picked up some fruit and put it in her mouth.

Wu Heng opened the panel and the fame on it kept increasing.

[Level: Level 18 (134567/305000)]

[Reputation: Level 18 (29171/48000)]

Three issues of the newspaper raised his reputation to 2.9.

In another two days, the number is estimated to reach nearly 30,000.

But problems also began to arise.

The growth in this third phase does not seem to be as strong as in the second phase. I wonder if it will be even slower later.

And this is just level 18, and there is still level 19 of reputation to come.

In other words, it is obviously unrealistic to rely solely on Treasure Island to become a hero.

The scope of dissemination also needs to be expanded.

It turns out that the great detective stories are quite popular.

Even if some details are different from this world, a story is just a story and no one will take it too seriously.

If it’s popular in Treasure Island, it should be just as effective if placed outside.

I want to distribute it to others…

Newspaper some suffering!

By the time the ship delivers the newspapers, the news and intelligence on them are already outdated.

We can wait until all the stories are serialized, bind them into books at a reasonable cost, and distribute them to various places.