Keeper Program

Early in the morning, Ed stood in front of the door, looking over the eaves at the bright yellow sun like fresh lemons.On rare sunny days, he even had to water the potted plants.

"Mr. Waikelow, this is today's newspaper." The newsboy delivered today's newspaper.

Ed put down the tinplate watering can in his hand, took out a small copper plate from his pocket and handed it over:

"okay, thank you."

After watching the newsboy leave, Ed opened the newspaper, and a piece of news quickly caught his attention:

"Spontaneous Human Combustion"

Recently, at the Jubilant Club on Mansa Street, a tobacco merchant in his fifties died suddenly when flames burst out of his body while smoking hookah.It is said that the blood-red flame only burned his body, and the people around him were safe, and it was later found that no property was lost.At present, the accident has been handed over to the East District Police.

"Strange spontaneous combustion death", "others were not injured", "property was not lost".

Sounds like a serious mystery.Ed thought to himself, finally came to some work, he didn't want to deal with gangsters and veterans anymore.

Walking into the house, he handed the newspaper to Mr. Eaton at the desk.The other party stared for a moment with a corncob pipe in his mouth, and exhaled a thin cloud of mist:

"What do you think of this case of spontaneous human combustion?"

"Could it be an accidental fire?"

He had seen similar cases in the files.The deceased himself was an elderly or disabled person with limited mobility. He accidentally ignited his clothes or hair while smoking a cigarette, and was unable to escape to call for help or take the initiative to put out the fire.

Similar situations may also be sudden symptoms such as stroke, heart disease, brain disease, etc., causing the victim to lose consciousness and drop cigarettes or lighters on the body.

Of course, it is not ruled out that it was done by Extraordinary or mysterious creatures. It is entirely possible that the "cremation" secret script will cause similar phenomena.

"This possibility cannot be ruled out. I received a report from the police station last night. They believe that the smoke in the hookah caused the victim's body to become more flammable, which led to this tragedy."

This explanation does not sound very reasonable.

"What's Dr. Rowan's opinion?"

"He doesn't quite agree with this statement, because he has never seen a similar case. Some addicts will add opium or blood honey to the hookah in pursuit of stimulation, which will poison the smoker and produce hallucinations, but will not cause human body combustion."

The Jubilant Club on Mansha Street... Ed recalled that location, wasn't that Dylan's favorite place to go?

"Isn't he the only one in the room at the time of the incident?"

"The witness was a 19-year-old girl named Abigail who worked at the Jubilant Club. According to police, she appeared panicked during the statement and had bruises and welts on her body."

Ed wasn't surprised by this, which may have been part of the "extra service".But it's also possible that the tobacconist went too far.

Defense kill?It is unlikely that she did it, a Beyonder who can skillfully use the secret text of "cremation", there is no need to engage in this kind of business.

"Ed, I'm afraid this time you still need to go to the Jubilant Club to investigate."

I?Go to that kind of place to investigate?He scratched his head, this really wasn't exactly drudgery.

"Okay, no problem...but why does it have to be me?"

"Quinn's goal is too obvious, very few women will go to that kind of place; Bai Ya is bold, but has a frivolous personality; and Anvil is too fierce; as for Stranger, Sea Monster and Blue Butterfly, they are even less suitable for execution The investigation task is over. The most important thing is that there is someone who is more familiar with you and can help you in this matter."

Father Dylan, I understand.Ed rolled his eyes and accepted the task.

Since it was still early and there was plenty of time, he went to practice shooting at the shooting range in the Eastern District stronghold——

Six rounds and six hits, no misses.

Under Miss Quinn's careful cultivation, Ed's marksmanship is improving by leaps and bounds in a way visible to the naked eye.

"Eaton is sending you to a brothel?"

Just as he was reloading, Quinn came over and said casually.

"It's to investigate the spontaneous human combustion incident on Mansha Street. There are still many doubts about that case. If we don't figure it out, there may be another victim."

Ed opened the magazine, and the cartridge case was thrown into the air immediately. He quickly used the loader to press six bullets in, and it took less than two seconds to complete the loading.

"Oh, I was just asking. Why didn't the anvil go? He'd be 1 willing. Or sissy, he could do it with the powder off his face."

"Mr. Eaton is still not at ease with the two of them. Besides, my relationship with Dylan is not bad, so he can take me there."

"Hmph... You should learn less from him." Quinn snorted softly, took out a pocket watch from her pocket and threw it to Ed, "By the way, take this."

"This is?" Ed reached out and grabbed the pocket watch from mid-air, but found that the weight was slightly different.

"Pocket watch bomb, a product of the scientific research department of the Shenzhou Investigation Bureau: it is filled with crystal dust explosives. The default detonation time is five seconds, and the timing can be adjusted by clockwork. This thing is powerful, remember to hide behind the bunker when using it."

"I see." He put the pocket watch bomb into his vest pocket, and said with a smile, "Thank you, Quinn."

"It's nothing, just be safe."

Quinn turned her head to the side.

……

"So you need a reference?"

After listening to Ed's words, Dylan smirked, and the cheeks that had begun to relax were suddenly crowded with wrinkles:

"Please, this is not a job introduction or a higher education. Just take out your money and slap it on the table, and then tell the lady boss which one you want. God, you don't even need someone to teach you that stuff."

"I have to admit that you are experienced in this area." Ed put his hands on the cane, his face full of helplessness.

"...It's like this. I don't want to approach Abigail in an overly official capacity. The other party has just experienced stimulation. As an unfamiliar face, going directly will easily cause guards. Therefore, I have to ask you to accompany me there."

"Then about the money...?" Dylan rubbed his fingers.

"The Shenzhou Bureau will fully reimburse the relevant expenses." At the end, he added, "As long as you don't go too far."

"No problem, my little buddy, punishing evil and promoting good is the duty of our clergy."

Father Dylan patted Ed on the shoulder with a dignified look and said.