After hearing what Soou said, Xiao Zhafu deeply agreed with it. They were not like the general public who were isolated from information and would be deceived by public opinion. As an official administrative department, they naturally knew something about the tragedy of Umr.
What's more, there had been many records and reports of the Yellow Group's evil deeds before Umr.
The mysterious incident of the Yellow Shirt Group occupied more than thirty pages of this thick book.
Although the Yellow Group is not the most active heretical organization in the world, it is still a terrifying existence.
Although the Public Security Bureau is currently just an organization that maintains order in the secular world, it is inevitable that it has to deal with some terrifying cases.
After thinking for a while, Xiao Zhafu dialed the phone on the table.
This telephone is used for internal communication in the Public Security Bureau. It is only equipped in Chief Xiao Zhafu and the Communications Room. Now Chief Xiao Zhafu is about to contact the Communications Room.
"Ding-ling-ling-ling."
"Chief, what's the matter?" A pleasant female voice came from the crackling receiver.
"Contact the Mysterious Investigation Bureau and tell them that they have discovered traces of the Yellow Group. There are no signs of an outbreak yet, but for the sake of caution we still need the support of three to five wolf-level investigators."
"Got it, I'll give you a reply in five minutes."
After Xiao Zhafu hung up the phone, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"I hope this incident won't be too troublesome."
"I hope so." Suo Ou spread his hands and replied.
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"Investigation Bureau, this is the Mooney Police Department."
"Got it. Go ahead."
"We have discovered traces of the Yellow Group and are requesting the support of three to five wolf-level investigators."
"Please wait a moment. Currently, all the wolf-level investigators in this city are on duty. There is only one wolf-level investigator who came to this city from Umur City for a tour. Is that ok?"
"Then please arrange a few more dog-level people to serve as assistance."
"Got it. Go contact him next. The relevant personnel will arrive in about an hour."
"Understood. Waiting for good news."
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He was a man with short silver-gray hair, and his figure walking alone on the street looked a little lonely.
In this early spring when flowers are blooming, a gentle breeze is blowing in the Muni Black Market.
This was his second day in this strange city. His leather jacket was stained with dust from the journey, and he wore a pair of loose wide-leg pants. On his back was a large backpack filled with some random stuff.
With his dusty hands, he took out a box of matches and cigarettes from his arms, took out the last crumpled cigarette, put it to his lips, struck the match, lit it, and took a deep breath.
To others, he looked more like a down-and-out homeless man.
He calmly exhaled a smoke ring and looked at the city silently. He knew that he had to complete his mission in this city and put an end to that damn farce.
He shook his index and middle fingers slightly, shaking off the ashes from the cigarette.
The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes revealed the vicissitudes he had experienced during this period. No one except himself knew what he had experienced during this period.
That great detective with sharp eyes and imposing aura, the Wolf of Umr, actually ended up like this.
Now he is short of money and is no longer the security captain who can smoke high-end cigars at will.
This last, low-quality cigarette had a pungent taste mixed with a strange fishy smell, but he didn't care about these trivial details.
He bought this with the last money he had to satisfy his addiction. He no longer cared much about material things.
The person he cared about was no longer around, so Jobtran led a decadent life, smoking and drinking every day, wandering around the world.
He has encountered small-scale wars, he has encountered regional epidemics, and he has stopped the actions of evil organizations.
By exploring mysterious ancient sites, reading numerous classics, and studying the gaps in history, Jobtran realized that human history might be just a small dot in the universe.
In this vast universe, galaxy, and world, human beings’ understanding of this world is really too superficial.
There are always people who are arrogant and think that as long as they conquer the continent, they will conquer the world, but they do not understand the vastness of this world.
The universe, the ocean, the ground, and even deep in dreams, all contain things that humans cannot understand.
Those ancient beings existed even earlier than humans. Compared to those beings, human civilization is nothing more miserable than an ant.
Jobtran felt his own fragility as a human being and realized his own shortcomings. It was his destiny to leave his own meaning in this short life.
One day, the voice of Umr appeared in his mind. It did not bring a lot of mysterious knowledge as in the past, but it used that empty voice to point out a place, which was Munihei.
Following Umr's guidance, Jobtran arrived at this busy city with people coming and going last night.
He first registered at the local investigation bureau, and then continued to wander the streets.
Jobtran liked to view the world from the perspective of an outsider, because the world seen in this way is often the most objective.
In this vast sea of people, this city has its unique vitality. People in this city are like sardines in the sea. One or two of them may sink to the bottom of the sea at any time, but the other fish don't care.
Joe Butran put down the bulging backpack on his back and sat down at the corner of the street.
At the same time, a fashionably dressed man was looking around frantically on the street. He was ordered by his superiors to find a crucial wolf-level investigator.
Ever since this man became a dog-level investigator, he felt that he was extraordinary, so he deliberately dressed to appear different from others.
He held a sketch in his hand, which was a portrait of Jobtran when he was working in Umr. He was looking everywhere for this outstanding man.
"What do you want to talk to me about?"
Jobtran said, leaning lazily against the wall.
The man, who was wearing flamboyant clothes and many shiny ornaments, turned his head and took a look.
"This guy is so sloppy, could he be the wolf-level investigator I'm looking for?"
Then he gave a disdainful look, turned around and continued walking forward.
The moment he turned around, Joe Butran was already behind him.
A smoke ring was blown onto the dog-level investigator's face, and Joe Butran gently placed his hand on him. Although he did not use any force, it gave him a sense of oppression.
"What do you want to say?"
Jobtran said hoarsely, raising the crudely made cigarette in his hand and taking a puff.
The hot smoke reached the nose of the frightened investigator. He slowly turned his head, only to see a pair of eyes like an eagle!
Note 1: The first telephone in history was invented by Antonio Meucci and was made public in 1860, but it was a relatively expensive commercial product.