the days before i bought the galaxy

What kind of person would leave a job advertisement in such a place?

Warren didn't think it was a whim.If you just want to test the employer's observation skills, there will be some words of congratulations or further clues left on the note.Now it seems that the handwriting on it is too scribbled, not so much a joke, but more like writing in an emergency.What's more, it is extremely unusual for such a good academic qualification as advertised, but no requirement on the assets of the employer.

It feels like I can't wait for the person who finds the note to go to the contact address above immediately!If the person who solves a series of riddles is not the president of the Chamber of Commerce, who will sell the news at a high price soon?

"1429 White Truffle Street...that's it, Warren." Lan parked the airship on the side of the street.

All of Bethel's street lamps imitate the triumphal columns of ancient Rome.At the top of the pillars stands a golden angel holding a sword and a scale, and the orange light is sprinkled from the tray of the scale.Although the development history of this planet is less than 30 years old, the architectural style is very retro, and it is particularly charming under the soft light.

Warren glanced back.

"Case Chamber".Judging from the exterior decoration, this should be a small chamber of commerce, which has been established in Bethel for some years.

"Do you want to go in?" Blue asked.

The interior of the building was unlit and looked like an office building that was only open during the day.

"Pull the car farther away, and we'll go around the back," Warren said after a moment's thought.

There is no specific contact time written on the note, the default should be anytime, anywhere, maybe someone is hiding in the dark.Warren knew that the headquarters of general chambers of commerce had vaults for temporary storage of valuables.Would that person be hiding there?However, the alternate adjutant's contact address is a chamber of commerce, which feels a bit strange.

Without asking any further questions, Lan restarted the airship and tried to go around to the back of the house.

Behind White Truffle Street is a quiet side street.Lan parked the airship by an alley and walked in with Warren. The back door of 1429 was pitch black, not even a sensor light on the porch.Warren walked up a few steps and put his hand on the doorknob.

The door is locked.

"Lan, open the door for me."

Lan hesitated for a moment: "This is an illegal break-in."

"I suspect someone is doing something illegal here," Warren said gravely.

Lan frowned: "Do you need to notify the federation?"

"No, I have to confirm the situation first, but I have reliable evidence at hand." Warren handed the note in his pocket to Lan.

"Is this...a job advertisement?"

"Someone hid this on a coat rack in a pub in a sevenfold riddle."

"Is this a game?"

"No. If the person who left the note simply wanted to change jobs, there is no reason for the new owner to go to the old owner to find him. He managed to hide the note and left an extremely attractive content on it. The only The only possible possibility is that he was under surveillance at the time, or more seriously, his freedom was restricted. I think the latter is more likely. Regardless of whether this person is really an alternate adjutant, his current situation It must be very bad. Maybe he found out that this Keith Chamber of Commerce is engaged in illegal transactions, so he was controlled by others, and he can only leave clues in this way."

"I'll try to unlock the door." Lan's program quickly judged that compared with protecting the lives of people on Earth, illegally breaking into a residence is nothing.He used the remote control module to cut into the internal program of the door lock.Three seconds later, the door opened.

Behind this door is a corridor.Warren walked in and found that this part of the house should be seldom used. It was full of dust, but there were many clear footprints on the ground.

"All the identifiable footprints were left by the same person, and he probably walked back and forth more than ten times." Lan judged.He turned up the brightness in one eye, temporarily acting as a flashlight for Warren.

They walked down the corridor to two doors.Warren opened one of the doors and found a foyer behind it, connected by a long, narrow walkway that led to a rotunda.

Warren closed one door and tried to open another.The door was locked, but soon Lan opened it with the remote control module.The other door led to the underground, and at the same time Lan opened the door, Warren heard a muffled cry.He and Lan looked at each other, and both felt that they needed to quicken their pace.Lan opened the protective shield while walking, and he intentionally overtook Warren and walked in front.

After turning a corner and going down many steps, they finally came to a large iron gate.This place looks like an old-fashioned vault. The black iron door is more than twice as wide as a normal door, and it is almost square. There are three bright red bolts on the top, bottom, left, and right sides of the door.

"Can you open it?" Warren asked in a low voice.

"I can try." Lan tried to access the security system, but soon he found that the door was fully mechanically controlled, and he had to use a special key with a blood sample to enter.He could simulate parts of the blood sample, but it was difficult to forge the key.

"No, it can't be opened."

There was a sudden intermittent howling from behind the door, as if someone was in great pain.

Lan's complexion changed. "It's impossible to open it completely without damage, but I think I can take it down."

Warren immediately nodded in agreement.

Lan walked to the iron gate and held a bolt with both hands. The bright red painted metal slowly deformed under his fingers, and was finally torn in two abruptly.He did the same and broke the bolts in three directions, leaving only the upper three.Then he backed away a little, kicked the whole door inward with a flying kick, and at the same time rolled through the gap under the door to the back of the door, then caught the surprisingly heavy metal door panel with both hands, and placed it lightly on the ground.In less than two seconds, the door of the vault was completely scrapped.

Warren followed immediately, and before he could see clearly what was inside, a mass flew towards him.Fortunately, there was a protective shield. The thing let out a scream after hitting the protective shield, and flew upside down about two or three meters before falling to the ground.By the faint blue light inside the vault, Warren could see that it was a man in a suit.Probably because the energy of the protective shield was adjusted to the highest level, the rebound force alone had already knocked this person into a coma.

Lan frowned, a little unsure whether to help the ancestors on the ground up, the situation in the vault made him unable to judge who was the one who needed to be protected.

About four or five meters away from them stood a bloodied man, one of his hands was handcuffed in a handcuff hanging from the ceiling.Due to the high position of the handcuffs, he had to stand on his feet.His height is between 1.78 and 1.82, his cheeks are covered by long lumps of hair, and his naked upper body is covered with various wounds.His other hand was soaked in blood from wrist to fingers.There was another blood-stained handcuff hanging from the ceiling, and it seemed that he forcibly broke his hand free.The man was only wearing a pair of shorts on his lower body, and the muscle on the front of his left thigh was cut horizontally, and the purple-red scab had not yet formed completely.

Compared with him, the condition of the stunned person on the ground is much better.It was a bloated man of about 25 years old, wearing a dark striped suit.He was lying on the ground like a dead fish, with one hand pinned under his body at an odd angle, and Warren wasn't sure if it had just hit the protective shield or if he had fractured it before.

Warren thought for a while, and walked towards the bloody man.

"It says in the job advertisement that you graduated from the Adjutant Academy in Göttingen?" Warren smiled at the man.

He wasn't quite sure if the other person was still conscious. After throwing a "human shell" at him, the person remained silent.

"It's really slow. It took ten days for a guy who is not stupid to find that note." The man said suddenly.Probably because of lack of water, his voice was hoarse and unpleasant.

"Advertisement says that you only need 5% of the share, all year round, and the bonus is only 1% of the annual profit?" Warren asked, crossing his arms.

"Hey, can you put me down before we talk about this? Who's that over there? One of your men? He looks dumb, but he's got a lot of strength. Tell him to come and help me out of these handcuffs, my I'm almost numb." The man looked up, and Warren saw deep purple eyes.

The light here is blue, so it should be red eyes in daylight?This is not like the color that people on Earth should have...

"I think we'd better negotiate the terms first, lest you go back on your word after letting you go. Are you really an alternate adjutant?" Warren said confidently, and he motioned for Lan to come over and stand beside him.

"Warren, he's half human," Blue said after scanning the man's body.

"Huh?" Warren stretched out a hand to touch the side of the other's face, and he touched a fluffy ear.

"It's really a half-human!" he said in surprise.

About 300 years after the beginning of the era of interstellar colonization, the people of Earth found that as their population became more and more dispersed, the intelligent labor force was becoming increasingly rare.To fill this gap, biologists combined the genes of mammals with shorter gestation periods with those of humans to artificially create a creature called a centaur.

Except for a part of the body surface features that show the characteristics of the so-called "associated genes", the half-humans do not look significantly different from the earthlings.Their intelligence level is equivalent to that of people on earth, but their pregnancy and growth periods are shorter, and their life expectancy is only a quarter of that of people on earth.Due to the different sources of added genes, half-humans are divided into different types such as dog, cat, rabbit, and mouse.Almost every type of demihuman has certain characteristics, such as canines are generally very loyal and sea beasts are all good at water and so on.

When half-humans first appeared, they were used as drudges and slaves.In the following hundreds of years, human society has experienced several famous human rights movements, and the status of half-humans has been greatly improved.They have almost all the rights of natural persons, but they are still restricted by natural persons in action.

Children of demihumans and natural persons are still considered demihuman, and they and the descendants of other intelligent life are defined by the laws of that life.All demihumans are registered upon birth as the private property of their makers or their parents' makers, and are not allowed to leave the sphere of activity authorized to them.In addition, they can also rely on labor to earn money, but according to federal law, half-humans have no right to own planets.

It can be said that half-humans with extremely fast reproduction have created countless wealth for natural people, and they play an irreplaceable role in some fields that still have to be produced manually or semi-manually.

However, Warren has never heard of a demihuman who can become an adjutant, and demihumans whose movements are strictly restricted have no chance to study at the adjutant academy.

"Where's your tail?" He touched the other party's buttocks suspiciously, making sure that there is no fluffy tail here.

"It was cut off." The man pouted at the man on the ground indifferently, "Anyway, it will grow back in two days."

Warren raised his eyebrows: "Are you a dog?"

The man grinned: "The person who thinks I'm a servile domestic dog is still lying on the ground!"

"How did you become an adjutant? It's impossible for half a person to study at the Adjutant Academy in Göttingen, right?" Warren asked curiously.

"I'm a degenerate."

The man came up with an answer that surprised Warren.