Sinmonger

Chapter 13: call

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.160° east longitude, 0 latitude, over the Pacific Ocean.

At a height of more than 4,000 meters above the sea level, there is an artificial floating island that will never land - Tiandu.

This is the city where the imperial palace is located. It was built by gathering the most cutting-edge technology of mankind. No matter whether it is rising sea levels, the outbreak of nuclear war, changes in the earth's crust, drastic changes in climate, or the spread of viruses, it will not pose a threat to Tiandu.

Because this city is the last barrier to the empire's center, all possibilities were taken into consideration when it was built. From hardware to software, from the external weapon defense system of the entire floating island, to the impeccable internal entry and exit security inspections, even the royal family and nobles must strictly abide by it. This has been the case a hundred years ago, and there has never been any omission.

But just twenty nautical miles east of Tiandu is a place called hell.

Hell Island emerges from the sea every nine days, and only on this day will the Tidal Prison, the world's most severe prison, have the opportunity to have a brief exchange with the outside world.

Today is one such day.

A large number of supplies and prisoners were sent into the island from two different passages, all the way to the prison on the seabed. The prison guards and transport workers were very diligent and did not dare to make any carelessness or omission. Everyone just did their best. I hope that I can finish today's errands quickly and don't make any mistakes.

But in fact, this is impossible. Every time Hell Island surfaces, prisoners attempt to escape.

However, this prison has been built for more than sixty years, and no prisoner has successfully escaped from it.

In other words, every nine days, someone would be killed for escaping.

"Hey, Brother Chen, look at that ship." A crew member on the cargo ship said to the first mate next to him: "Which unit's ship is that? I've never seen it before. Is it some department of the military?"

The first mate followed his gaze and saw a black "armored shuttle ship" with a golden imperial emblem (diamond-shaped, surrounded by two star tracks) printed on the hull. The boat was parked on the other side of the island, as if it didn't want to attract anyone's attention, and there was no one around to guard it.

"That department is called 'Pry Less'." If you still want to get into my position alive, remember to throw your curiosity into the toilet and flush it into the sea as soon as possible. "

The crew member curled his lips disdainfully: "Tch, even if I survive until retirement, I will at most be a cargo ship captain." He nodded the sky behind his head with his thumb: "Look at the big guys on that floating island. Come on, you’re not even worse than a dog.”

The first mate slapped the crewman on the back of the head: "Look at your virtuous behavior. You would rather be a peace dog than a "chaotic" person in the world. Have you heard this? If you think life is hard, you should be killed and reincarnated as soon as possible. You If you are interested, there are "Steel Commandments" in Europe, "Yanwu United" in South Africa, and "Freedom Front" in North America. Go there and dream of being a big boss. Don't mess with me. "

"Hey, Brother Chen, look at what you said, that's what I said. In our days now, we have fish and meat every day, and we can go to the shore a few times a year to have a good time. It's pretty good. How dare I talk to the Empire? What are you going to do? Even if there is a one in 10,000 chance that those crazy gangs of rebels will actually happen, who knows which generation of children they will shed their blood on today. Enjoy peace and happiness."

The first copy wanted to chat with the crew member for a few more words, but his expression suddenly changed and he completely forgot what he had said. He stuttered and pointed at the black ship: "You... look... That person…”

The crew's eyesight was not as good as that of the first mate, but they soon saw clearly that there was a blue-haired young man walking slowly towards the black ship, and the middle-aged man walking beside him, nodding and hunching, turned out to be his usual usual The arrogant warden.

"Okay, no need to send it off anymore, Mr. Warden." The blue-haired young man waved his hand to signal the other party to stop.

"Just call me Jefferson, sir." The warden said respectfully, and his footsteps stopped abruptly when the other party said the word "no need", and he did not dare to take another half step forward rashly.

Although the blue-haired young man didn't like to see him very much, his conversation was still very polite: "Okay, Mr. Jefferson, thank you for your enthusiasm, but I'll just send you here. You should still have work to do."

The warden lowered his head slightly and avoided eye contact with the other party to show his humility: "Your Majesty's words are true. I will return as soon as your Majesty gets on the boat."

"Yes." The young man responded. He was about to turn around and leave, but suddenly he remembered something and turned around and said, "By the way, it's not that I don't believe you, but the prisoner just now must be imprisoned strictly according to the method I arranged. , otherwise he would probably escape."

"Understood, I don't dare to make any mistakes."

"That's good."

"Sir, walk slowly." Until the other side's black ship sailed away, the warden stood there with his upper body leaning forward, not knowing who he was showing off to.

Five minutes later, inside the black ship.

Although the blue-haired young man's room could not be said to be luxurious, it was obviously no worse than the captain's room on an ordinary cruise ship.

He made a pot of tea, turned on his computer, and checked the seemingly endless e-mails. Suddenly, the title of one of the letters caught his attention - "Hokkaido 'Reverse Cross' Serial Murder Case".

He just glanced at the content briefly, then immediately put down the cup in his hand and dialed a number: "Hello, are you the governor of Sakura Mansion?"

The voice on the other side of the phone was trembling: "Yes... yes... sir, who are you?"

"I'm really sorry. It's a very urgent matter. It's too slow to go through the judicial department's procedures, so I used the royal family's direct line. It's still early morning over there. Did it wake you up?"

"No! No no! Absolutely not! If you have anything to say, sir, just ask me." In fact, the governor was very angry at first. When he was sleeping soundly in bed in the winter, the phone on the bedside table suddenly rang, no matter who was sitting opposite him. He was ready to curse anyone. But when he saw that the caller's number was transferred from the Governor's Mansion, and when he saw the words "Royal Direct Line" displayed, his fear had completely extinguished his anger. At this moment, the other party was friendly. Mr. Governor was simply flattered by his attitude.

"Okay, that's it..." The blue-haired young man didn't care and continued to talk about what he wanted to do.

After talking to the Governor, the Governor used lightning speed to wake up many people in the early morning, and those people woke up more people... Then, about twenty minutes later, when the blue-haired young man on the black ship dialed Sakura again, After receiving the direct call from the governor of the government, it was directly transferred to a certain person's mobile phone.

"I am Junichi Kuwahara, a member of the HL Sakuranofu branch. Military rank: second lieutenant; combat level: and; stationed in Hokkaido. Externally, I am the coroner of the police station. What are your orders, sir?" The person opposite asked meticulously. He introduced himself and his tone was neither humble nor arrogant.

"I saw an email sent by your superior department to the headquarters. Are you the final reporter?"

"Yes, sir."

"So what's going on with the case? The report says you already have a clue about the prisoner?"

"Of course." The tone on the other side of the phone suddenly became a little wrong: "Isn't the prisoner talking to you? Hahahahaha!"

Waves of crazy laughter reached the ears of the blue-haired young man. His eyes widened and he didn't know what to say.

"Yesterday, Kuwahara-kun followed HL's standard procedures and immediately called four 'liquidators' to monitor me after discovering something unusual. Haha, actually it doesn't matter, but because the person applying for the liquidation must write a report, So according to my estimation, you will be involved in this matter soon." Tianyi smiled proudly: "If you were born in the 19th century, you would be a very good detective. You know, you have the ability to chase me over the years. There are fewer and fewer nit-picking characters behind you, but you are what I am looking forward to. Come to Hokkaido quickly, a lot of fresh clues are waiting for you."

The blue-haired young man took a breath and calmed down: "You are no longer in Hokkaido, right?"

"That's right. I wanted to leave a long time ago. I regretted it the second day I came here. Sure enough, crabs and sushi are things I can only try occasionally. I still like buckets of spicy fried chicken wings."

"So you decided to leave a round to test me before leaving?"

Tianyi still had an indifferent attitude: "It's just a game, you don't have to take it too seriously. Don't worry, there won't be anything left for you that makes things boring, like a policeman with backlight vision." , I have disposed of all the coroners who wielded swords and guns, and you can ponder the remaining physical evidence and some civilian testimonies for a while."

"It seems that you have killed Kuwahara..."

"You talk a lot of nonsense, otherwise how could you find me when you dialed Kuwahara's cell phone? Hahahaha! That guy's immediate superior still doesn't know that his subordinate is dead. What do you mean, now that communications are so advanced? Does it bring people closer or farther apart? Hahaha... "

"I will definitely catch you, Tianyi." The blue-haired young man said coldly.

There was a sound of tongue sticking out to imitate farting from the other side of the phone, followed by another burst of laughter, and then the call was interrupted.