They all call me the Outer God

The tentacle gradually split into two, each with an eye growing on the tip, and even looked a bit like the tentacles of a snail.

It shook its tentacles and wrapped around Ria's neck for a few circles, then watched the host suddenly look up at the sky, ran back to the office as if he had discovered something, and went upstairs to the roof.

"Squeak--"

Ria pushed open the dusty attic door, and then opened the door from there to look at the sky around.

He saw a faint gray line spreading from the west, which seemed to be the location of the factory. They were emitting polluting gases without scruples, and the prosperity of Adelin began with such "pollution".

These are not the key points. The key point is that at a certain moment just now, Ria mistook the long smoke for a slender figure.

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This is really worth pondering. Ria didn't think he would make such a low-level visual error, especially when his current visual organ is the golden eyes on his body.

"Maybe Evander is right, there is something wrong with that place... but how are the figures and smoke connected?"

This puzzled Leah a little, and he decided to go there to investigate. However, at this time, he suddenly heard someone calling him from the bottom.

Evander rolled up a book into a speaker and shouted at him: "Don't be upset, friend, life is very beautiful, we can talk about anything we are upset about!

No one here will dislike you for having eye problems, so don't jump off the building!!!"

Leah: "... things are not what you think."

He knew that he was too close to the edge of the building and it was easy for people to misunderstand, so he turned and went downstairs to explain. After a lot of effort, Evander seemed less panicked.

He patted his chest: "I have seen too many examples of people giving up their lives for various reasons.

But you have to know that suicide is against the purpose of the church. If I don't call you again, what if someone shoots you in advance to prevent you from committing suicide?"

"No, who set this law..."

Riya is not afraid of bullets, but if possible, he doesn't want to be shot for no reason.

"Speaking of which, I have already made up my thesis. Have you written yours?"

"Ah, what?"

"One of the students who came here specifically asked Evander Charlie to help write the thesis. He said that he needs to receive about 86,000 words of content before tomorrow, otherwise he can't graduate."

"Why didn't you say it earlier!"

Evander grabbed the thick cloth covering his legs with great pain: "86,000! The deadline is tomorrow. It's amazing that those little guys can come up with this. What kind of crappy thesis is this? Is he going to publish a book?"

"You... me, he——"

The man hesitated for a long time, and finally hammered his hand, deciding not to care about the thesis and let the student fend for himself.

"Young people nowadays always want to take shortcuts, but they won't achieve anything great. When they enter society, they will find out how wrong their original decision was."

"You make sense."

"Of course, after all, I am knowledgeable and wise beyond description. The roadside test said that my IQ is at least 200."

Evander showed a meaningful smile, but soon, he saw a car passing by on the roadside, and his expression turned cold again.

That expression was as if he wanted to catch up with the car and eat it alive.

"I think we have to speed up the progress. Just looking at these steam monsters makes me feel sick. If they are allowed to run around on the road, more and more people will die."

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Evander seemed to be particularly concerned about investigating these things. He even prepared a lot of materials in the office to report the factory to the court of justice, waiting to catch the real handle of the factory and overthrow them in one fell swoop.

"I believe justice can be served."

"I hope so."

Riya could not deny this. He received his salary and wanted to be a qualified assistant. The detective's assistant was to help the detective complete the case, and Evander even gave it a name.

"How about calling it 'South Adelin West Factory Murder Case'?"

"Mr. Evander, how old are you this year?"

"Thirty-five years old, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, you have a young mentality."

"Kercha, we are discussing serious things now."

He frowned, trying to create the image of a serious elder.

"I think as my assistant, you need to meet the families of those workers first, and then tell me your inference from them, just as a test to see if you have the potential to become an excellent detective."

"Of course, I am optimistic about you."

He said so to Riya, and Riya also agreed to his request.

So not long after, they came to a private hospital.

Looking up at the building, Riya inevitably thought of the building where he fought with Garn, but everyone in that hospital was dead, so there was nothing to worry about.

The two went up to the third floor. During this time, Evander could not go up the stairs and had to take the elevator, but this did not make him angry. It seemed that the only things he hated were steam cars and factories.

"Lanna! I come to see you again."

As soon as he pushed the door open, Evander opened his arms to the man wrapped in layers of bandages on the bed as if he wanted to give him a hug.

Hugging is a common way of greeting in Endles, but Riya does not like others to touch him. He usually takes off his hat in advance to show friendliness before those people hug him.

"Woo!" Lanna on the hospital bed looked here with cloudy eyes, seeming to be sincerely happy for Evander's arrival.

But when Riya looked into his eyes, she was surprised to find that the man's pupils were completely white, and it was impossible to tell without looking carefully. Not only that, the pupils of the man on the bed were dull, as if they had been cooked. fish eyes.

"Praise the sun..."

Riya made a symbol of the shining sun on her heart: "Can you still speak, sir?"

"But...it's okay."

The weak Lanna moved his lips, and it was impossible to hear the words clearly unless he listened carefully.

Riya's expression showed a bit more pity: "I'm sorry to see you become like this. Let me introduce myself. My name is Riya, Riya Kercha, and I am also Detective Evander's assistant.

Now for some necessary investigation, can you please disclose to me some of the content at that time? For example, the environment of the factory, the appearance of the factory owner and his attitude towards you. Of course, it would be better if there is also the usual food and accommodation in the factory. "

These things may seem insignificant, but they are extremely important points to Riya. He is already doubting whether the factory owner is a similar [black businessman] like him.

With such qualities, it would be a disgrace not to interpret the black businessman.