Ultimate Weapon of Magic and Science

The thick clouds covered the sky like a blanket all night, but did not disperse in the early morning. Instead, it began to drizzle with mist and mist, and the lead-gray morning was interwoven.

The criminal police detective Augusta Mach of Yalfheim sighed and drilled his "national car" that was as black as ink--this was a regular national designed by Dr. Ferdinand Polsher An enlarged version of the 4-door car. The dense rain curtain wets his clothes and cheeks, and the damp air in his lungs gives him a sense of illusion, as if he was not a policeman sent to the countryside to investigate, but stood in a U-boat command tower with a telescope a few years ago. Searching the water antenna, making mistakes from time to time by the captain kicked the buttocks.

With a bitter smile, Mach shook away the illusion that he had not been able to correct for a few years and looked at his watch. At 7:03 in the morning, the criminal police Mach arrived at the scene.

Several cars were parked early in front of his national car. The drivers of two Opel trucks shrunk in the cab to make up, and the third one was the Wartburg car, which was painted gray for ordinary police. There was no one in the car, the warning lights on the roof flashed, and the dim blue light repeatedly illuminated the bushes on the roadside. There are also a bunch of bicycles parked on the other side of the roadbed.

About a row of bear soldiers were on guard. They wore boat-shaped caps, standing collars and breeches. Dark blue uniforms contrasted with red and white batons in their hands. A pair of small eyes looked around with caution.

They should be stationed in this village as "auxiliary security team", the elves call them "detective team", humans call them "sticks", this nickname is said to be because the bears often beat people with batons.

Maher did not look at the thugs recruited from bear immigrants to monitor humans, and walked straight through the muddy grass to the scene.

The yellow cordon has been pulled up, and several ordinary police stations salute Mach outside the line.

"Name? First class police officer."

His eyes were fixed on the footprints on the beach. Mach put on gloves and twisted a small piece of shredded sheepskin from the ground and looked at it. Asked an ordinary policeman who looked like a head, the language was gentle and polite.

"Ralph, Mr. Level 3 Superintendent."

Officer Ralph straightened and answered loudly, with obvious respect. Mach looked back at him. The eastern service badge on the chest and the emblem of the military soldiers in the township sparkled, and the dazzling reflected light set off the face of the loyal old dog.

Ordinary police (), the people generally referred to as "Obbo ()", is the lowest level in the security force of Alfheim, responsible for daily mediation, alcohol abuse, couple quarrels, neighborhood disputes, traffic violations, and occasionally assist the fire brigade Extinguishing. The most busy transactions. Salaries are the lowest, and they can't keep their heads up in front of the other two classes in the system.

Mach is one of those two systems, and is called a member of the Criminal Police of "Kripo ()". Full-time responsible for criminal cases, from robbery and theft to personal injury, from "　" to inter-ethnic intermarriage and homosexuality, investigating the sudden emergence of food thieves in the countryside-all are criminal police business.

For "Obbo" like Ralph, who is still the bottom of the film police. In order to pass the application report of the transfer policeman this year, he must respect Mach.

Mach roughly knows this, he has seen many such "Obbo". He served in the Principality and returned to China to participate in the Township Soldiers Association, commonly known as the "Steel Helmets." This errand was arranged, and after the introduction of the army, the marriage partner was married, in order to continue the family lineage, for the motherland and the governor, for the honor of the "hero mother", "model family" and expensive subsidies. Every night I work hard with my wife toward the great goal of "birthing a football team child", but so far my wife's stomach has not moved. With a salary of 2000 marks per month, he applied for three consecutive transfers to the criminal police and was rejected three times in a row, a typical small civil servant.

"Okay, Officer Ralph."

Mach’s eyes turned away from the footprints, he put away the sheepskin, took out the notebook and pen from the jacket pocket, and continued to ask in a gentle voice:

"When did you discover that something was stolen?"

"Three days ago, it was milk at the beginning. Later it was potatoes and onions in the field. The villagers thought it was a monkey in the forest. It was not until an hour ago that they saw a stranger figure realize that it was a crime committed by someone outside and hurriedly ran away. Reported to the police station. We were about to get off work at the time. When we patrolled to the 102 National Road, we received radio contact, and the first priority was given. We were here in 5 minutes. Then we found footprints on the river beach."

"Who found it?"

Behind Ralph's finger, a commotion spread.

The Bear Clan soldiers of the detective team were surrounded by more than twenty trembling humans. They all bowed their heads to salute Mach, and several old men whispered to the mother **** in Charlemagne. The detectives were holding batons, and their eyes were full of impatience and disgust. If these humans were not needed, they would have passed by. If it was before they were trained, the old men who were muttering in their mouths might be out of shape now.

A boy was pushed out of the crowd, Ralph hooked his finger at him, and the child shook his shoulders, trotting to the front of Mach, standing, bowing, and staring at the ground.

"your name?"

"Rigo Morris, sir."

The boy was about 13 years old, very thin, with freckles on his face, and full of accented elven language. It sounded a little weird, and there was a little stuttering, only to listen to him continue timidly.

"My family opened a bakery in the village of Laros. We will stand up every morning and put out fresh milk and toasted bread. It was still dark at the time, and I heard a sound in the place where the bread was put. I thought it was a rat. When I saw a figure, it flashed past. I was shocked, and it took a while before I shouted."

Ralph looked away, Mach knew what he was thinking. If this child is a child of an elf, grow up so old and still don't know how to handle unexpected things properly, Ralph will definitely beat him.

"Did you see someone else at the time? Rigao."

Mach asked kindly, sounding like the child's uncle, not a policeman.

"No, sir. In the name of the mother goddess, I only saw one person. I was completely ashamed and did not intentionally delay the reporting time."

At the end, Riggo almost cried.

--poor guy.

Mach murmured secretly, the child was obviously terrified. If he said something more scary, I am afraid he would cry and beg him not to "relocate" their family. The third-level police inspector couldn't help but wonder if his interrogation was too harsh.

Linking with the outside world is a big crime, and is usually sentenced to resettlement to the east or north. As for how those people are doing now, no one cares, and no one asks openly or privately-if they still have some reason.

Just as he planned to say something comforting, a piercing siren made Mach's nerves tense at once.

Two Polsher 356A cars stopped behind Mach’s car, several wearing long black leather trench coats. The elf wearing the black top hat jumped out of the sinister dark gray car. The crowd whispered in horror, and Ralph, who had never cared about it, stayed there. Immediately after the five Opel military trucks made a harsh brake sound, a large ticket carrying a submachine gun, armed police holding a black-backed police dog jumped from the car.

Newly added is the security police (), collectively known as "Xibo ()". Saying it is a policeman is actually a political detective directly under Stasi. Their headquarters is located on Prince Albrecht Street, southwest of Alfheim, and is responsible for handling terrorism, subversion, spying, heterogeneous dissidents, and other "highly endangering national security" cases.

They have eyeliners in every factory and school, every hospital and church, every city, every village, every street. They are the top level of security forces in Yalfheim and the most frightening group. When Mach saw who was leading the team, his heart almost stopped beating.

Heinrich Müller, deputy chief police officer, the chief of the "Xibo" security department, a theft could actually alarm a big man equivalent to the rank of lieutenant general in the army. Could it be terrorists or traitors who infiltrated this village?

Müller looked up at the saluting Mach and Ralph without speaking, blowing his nose. A young man approached Mach.

Senior detective Wenzel Krebs, an old acquaintance of Mach. Two years ago, they worked together to crack down on a rebellious group of human workers-those unknowingly dead guys killed the foreman and planned to escape across the border. Krebs rose to one level and owed Mach's favor.

"Good morning, Mach."

"Good morning, Krebs."

Mach grabbed his shoulder and leaned forward.

"I have a woman there, a pretty girl. I can arrange for you to meet, for example, next week?"

Krebs answered with a wry smile:

"You are really considerate."

The conversation is over, they are all smart policemen, and they are disciplined. Received an order from Krebs to order the case to change hands. Confirming, signing, and saluting, Mach turned and walked towards his car.

Before he got into the car, he glanced at the river again. Several wolfhounds were sniffing the footprints. Under the threat of the submachine gun, the human farmer shivered.

Procedurally speaking, this case has nothing to do with Mach, but many questions have not dispersed with a paper.

The security police are notorious, and their implementation is very low-key. They always collected evidence silently. After they were basically ready, according to the "Night Fog Law", they legally removed the suspect, and then killed him in a cell of a secret prison, and then confiscated his property. If the suspect has a family member and is not seated, the "human-like" security police will give the survivors a casket-they will even arrange for cremation.

But now not only is there a big fanfare, but also armed police...

This is clearly not normal.

Could it be that someone is preparing for a large-scale rebellion and encounters the problem of insufficient food reserves and is forced to steal the food in the village, and the whereabouts are exposed, and the security police are recruited?

absurd.

If this is the case, the army will be dispatched, which round will be resolved by the armed police alone. This kind of "highly related to national security" case, it is impossible to shut out the army.

The rain began to fall, but the morning fog did not spread out. Mach turned on the headlights and fog lights. The white beam of light tore the mist a little, and the speed of the car inevitably dropped a lot.

The footprints left by the river also made him think infinitely.

The size, foot shape, and stride of the footprints belong to women. They should be of good shape, not old, and in good economic condition. The hand-tanned lambskin shoes are not comparable to those on the factory line. In Alfheim, the starting price of this kind of specially customized shoes is generally around 1500 mark.

Also, those footprints were stepped on by wearing shoes. The mysterious "she" obviously has certain anti-detection skills, which are in line with the characteristics of terrorists.

It can be assumed that the owner of the footprints is a terrorist, which does not seem to make much sense. Within the power of the elves, human nobles and wealthy merchants are strictly monitored. Without the "Xibo" order for monitoring, they dare not wipe their ass. It is difficult to imagine that they have the courage and ability to develop terrorist organizations under the eyes of Stasi, and have not yet been discovered. So "she" is highly likely to be an outsider, but this is even more strange.

How can a foreign Miss Qianjin break through the outer defense lines and infiltrate into the countryside that is more than 20 kilometers away from the heart of the elf camp? The defense troops stationed at the border are all dead? Also, why do you do this?

Finally, the clues provided by Ralph-the food has dropped significantly and the order of the theft.

The first stolen items are milk, potatoes, and onions, which are easy to get started and are not noticeable. To this day, suddenly turned to ready-made cooked food.

why?

Is it too hungry? Lack of field survival skills and unable to handle raw food? Or... there are others?

Turning a corner, Mach stepped on the brakes and a wild deer stood on the highway and looked at him, jumping into the trees with joy.

Less than 10 kilometers away from Yalfheim, there is a wild deer! Mach shook his head and almost smiled bitterly.

When planning the city, from the council to the ordinary people, the greening rate must be no less than 40%, and it is best to maintain a forest. In the subsequent construction process, the citizens planted chestnut trees, linden trees, beech, birch and oak trees by their own hands~www.wuxiaspot.com~ successfully preserved a forest on the edge of the world's largest metropolis with high technology and culture . After leaving the forest for more than twenty years, every weekend, with tents and camping trailers, the pointed ear elves returned. In the blood of the elves, their fanatical worship of the forest has always been retained.

Despite the boring emotion, Mach didn't start the car immediately.

What next?

He was trapped by this problem. A clever policeman would rush back to the police station, write a case transfer report while having breakfast, and then handle various tasks until get off work. Until a few seconds ago, Mach planned this way, until an indistinct footprint came into his sight.

The familiar high-end sole prints have a strong and light pace. It seems that "she" did not wear shoes back this time.

Pull a 9mm police pistol from the waist, open the safety, and Mach picks up the microphone from under the dashboard.

"Switchboard, switchboard, here is KP17, here is KP17, I am now on National Highway 102..." My biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please read.)