Is the Evil God Me?

There are still many things to do, but due to various reasons, there are actually very few in-depth things that can be done.

Recording traces, comparing records, identity confirmation, evidence collection, extraordinary investigation.

These are reasonable words, but it is very difficult to really want to go deep into them. Take the trace record as an example, Lynn can only make a general and superficial record. There is no way to classify it in detail. What type of traces are, how they are caused, their specific dimensions, and their impact strength. .

For the policing of this era, this is too advanced.

Going ahead to the point where Lynn just made a general classification, Mr. Bill was already nodding his head satisfactorily.

Compare the recorders of the other team.

In the absence of systematic teaching and purely based on experience, other people's records are very abstract. A sputtering trail, which is recorded on paper as: Large splatters of blood scattered.

Spread out?

How to disperse, disperse direction, size, spatial location, whether there is interference nearby, and what is the pollution situation, none of them. If you put it back in the era before Lynn's time travel, you can basically get a sentence of serious malfeasance. If you are lucky, you will pack up and leave.

"...I really should let you promote the recording methods and categories in your head in the bureau. Your method is very similar to the extraordinary analysis of [Arbitrator], but after training and learning, as long as the brain is not an ape, you can use it, do you think how?"

Bill sighed with emotion. Every time he opened Lynn's paperwork, he always had a relaxed and comfortable feeling.

[Arbitrator], [Line], [Jiang] two-phase-based sequence 7.

The erudite girl in the wheelchair Atari is the pre-Sequence 8 of this profession. The ability she used to help the [Lamp Holder] find the book thief.

"At least wait until I have time."

Lynn couldn't help laughing bitterly. He does possess a lot of applied knowledge beyond the times, but many of these things are not systematic. You can't understand what he is talking about without the level of compulsory education. Not to mention, to popularize this thing, even if Lynn taught it by hand, it would take several years, and he might only be able to teach a few and a half buckets of water.

When he has time, he may write something. As for how much he can gain from it, it depends on the perception of others.

Bill didn't push Lynn either.

He also improvised to mention that Lynn will definitely be promoted after this incident. If the little gentleman really put all his energy into the paperwork, he would definitely not agree.

Becoming an Extraordinary is just the beginning.

And to study extraordinary art, even if you exhaust ten lifetimes, it may not be enough. This road is full of bumps and mud, but if you ask for rain, you have to endure mud, and no one is exempt from this.

During the conversation, some noises suddenly came from outside the venue.

"Why is it so noisy outside?" Bill was a little puzzled. Looking through the window, he saw that in the square, the crowd scattered by the explosion had gathered again.

And Dr. Ziegler was standing on the fountain shouting loudly.

It's just that they are far apart and don't know what she's talking about.

"It's too late to make amends at this time." He also walked to the window, Lin En, who had finished his work, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and the little gentleman looked at the honey-haired goddess of dawn.

Even if he couldn't hear it, Lynn could guess what Dr. Ziegler was shouting at this time.

It is nothing more than that the means of the despicable cannot stop everyone's voice for peace. Everyone unites to submit a petition, and she will lead the charge. This peace meeting of the Medical Association has been detained in a **** pot, and Willy's death cannot be explained at all, so it is better to bite the bullet and continue rushing.

Because it doesn't rush, it will be dashed by others.

Lynn looked at Ziegler with a sad, indignant and determined expression. What he thought in his mind was whether the reporters who attacked before survived. If they were still alive, finding them and testing them might yield unexpected results.

But soon Lynn put out his heart for investigation.

Now the headache is the [Mainland Medical Doctor Association], not the [Suppression Bureau], not to mention the [Lamp Holder] branch. In the case of deep water, why should I care about this mess? It would be worthless if I was killed by suicide or a mental gunman suddenly appeared.

"Huh... After a few days of pulling the net, the key monitoring object went to see the gods all of a sudden. It's a really bad feeling."

Bill put his fingers under his nose, and the gloves that never left his body made Lynn wonder if he had a hand hygiene addiction.

"Things have to come to an end, don't they?"

This ending was not what Lynn expected. This kind of victory, there is no way to make him really satisfied.

"you're right."

Sometimes the dead are better than the living. Willy's sudden death, and the way he died, can be considered good news for the [Suppression Bureau]. At least the [Lantern Man] branch intervened in the peace meeting in a very beautiful manner, and it was able to gain merit without taking the blame. Shouldn't the operation headquarters give a high rating?

Everyone can share the merits, and the headquarters is also satisfied.

Undoubtedly, it was Lynn who played a major role in this. Without his excellent persuasion twice, this situation would not be possible.

"Okay, you go back to 404 to create a file first~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I have to wait for the captain and the others. I guess I have to dig a grave at night." Bill patted Lynn on the shoulder, and the hard-working little gentleman followed. They ran up and down.

"Ok."

Really tired enough, Lynn is not pretentious and ready to touch first. The two of them crossed the gendarmes' blockade in tandem, and the moment they walked out of the gate of the exhibition hall, the carpet of sunshine that had been spread in from the outside fell right under their feet.

Accompanied by the fierce sunlight, there were neat cheers outside the square.

The two of them couldn't help but raise their hands to cover it so they could slowly see everything outside.

I saw Ziegler shouting.

"We will immediately submit a peace proposal to the cabinet! Come and witness!"

At this moment, the entire square was like a pot of boiling water, completely boiling. The raging public opinion was completely ignited, and the collective power to vent after fear was extremely terrifying. I saw Ziegler, like a general, walking out of the square surrounded by a dense crowd. Obviously, what happened next has come naturally.

Lynn and Bill stood on the doorstep like outsiders watching what was going on.

"No matter what, peace has finally come, and this war should end."

Bill heaved a sigh of relief.

"This is a war that ends all wars." Lynn raised a gentle and sunny smile, and in the deepest part of the smile was an indescribable sarcasm and helplessness.

Continental Calendar, 1918, September 15.

The brilliance of the [Burning Sun] was exceptionally brilliant, the dove of peace flapped its wings and flew high, and Lynn Moriarty walked against the crowd and walked steadily towards the [Suppression Bureau] carriage.

The extraordinary door has been completely opened to him.

(Volume 1, End)