radicalducati Chapter 179 With my sister away, I had to use my own brain.
Chapter 179 With my sister away, I had to use my own brain.
Chapter 179 With my sister away, I had to use my own brain.
No response.
The wolf gently pushed open the door and entered the abandoned police station.
Before me was a large hall, with several rows of benches overturned on the ground, and the reception desk behind them was also empty.
The place had already been ransacked, with messy documents and clutter scattered all over the floor, yet Wolf felt a sense of desolation about it.
However, she was not unfamiliar with this place.
She and her sister came here once before the apocalypse.
Not as an intruder, but as someone being interrogated.
Wolf still remembers the way those people in uniforms looked at her. She felt that their gazes were filled with pity and disdain, making her uncomfortable.
On that day, there was a particularly powerful nightmare, so powerful that it could leak out from the barrier.
The older sister's battle also affected the area outside the barrier, causing some explosions.
As her sister and she were about to leave, their faces were captured on a roadside security camera.
Then came that interrogation.
"My older sister is a magical girl, and she's fighting against something bad called Nightmare."
That's exactly what I said back then. Completely honest, without any concealment.
Because her older sister taught her to be honest.
However, in the end, nothing happened to her sister, and she was released quickly, while she herself was ridiculed by her for a whole week because of this incident.
My sister thought it was hilarious and told me not to say it again, because no one would believe me.
Emerging from his memories, Wolf saw that he was now in the detention room on the inner side of the first floor.
There was nothing noteworthy here, so she went up the stairs to the second floor.
She then discovered that the second and third floors were equally empty and desolate, with no trace of anyone having been there.
The wolf seemed a little lost. What should it do?
Usually, the tasks my sister assigns me are very simple.
Clear out the monsters and defend the stronghold.
But this time is different; I need to find someone. Someone I've never met before.
Did he really come here? If we can't find him, should we move on to the next place, or continue searching here?
The wolf seemed somewhat bewildered. She stood in the empty stairwell, deep in thought.
In a situation like this, what would the older sister and her friends do?
If it were the older sister, she would probably stand still, yawn first, and then pause for a second or two.
Then, she will take his hand and lead him to the right place.
My sister never seemed to explain to me how she did it; she would only say, "It's just my gut feeling."
So, what about those friends in Xinmao City?
The wolf thought the shrike could be ruled out first. He didn't know her very well, but she seemed similar to him, not very intelligent.
As for the wren—it can't be learned. The wolf is quite certain.
That leaves only mayflies.
Wolf recalled her experience at the crematorium and her reasoning in front of everyone.
What would she think, following her line of thought?
Wolf remembered that his sister had said that the man named Kong An had come here to find evidence to clear his brother's name.
Important evidence should be kept in a safe place.
So, where is the safest place here?
Wolf guessed it might be the top floor.
Without further hesitation, she flew towards the top floor of the stairwell.
At the end of the top-level corridor, the wolf indeed found a rather heavy iron door. The door was covered in dust, and a white sign hung on it.
It's the archives.
The wolf's gaze, however, did not immediately turn towards the doorway. Her attention was drawn to a puddle on the floor near the door.
A pool of pitch-black slime.
These are traces left after the aggregate dies.
There used to be monsters here, and they were killed.
The wolf looked around and soon found another clue in the corner.
Several brass-colored bullet casings.
He's been here before. And he has a gun.
The gun—did he find it in this police station? That can't be right. My sister said the place had been looted by the survivors long ago; there's no way a weapon would have been left behind.
So, did one of the survivors in the stronghold give it to him? Or did he steal it? The wolf didn't know.
However, I need to tell my sister about this when I get back.
Of course, she wasn't afraid. Bullets couldn't hurt her.
Even if Kong An dislikes him and wants to use it to attack him, he can stop it in mid-air before it touches him.
My older sister made me practice.
So she paused for a moment, then went inside.
The archives were dark, with only a sliver of light filtering in through the windows.
The wolf saw rows of metal filing racks, piled high with files.
The wolf was at a loss again. So many—where did it even begin its search?
However, after looking around, she quickly noticed something was wrong.
On the ground in front of several shelves, there were many files scattered around, as if they had been hastily searched and then carelessly discarded.
Paper is inedible, and neither monsters nor survivors would be interested in it.
Therefore, the survivors probably didn't touch these things when they came here before.
Then there's only one possibility. That person, Kong An, came here looking for some evidence.
The wolf walked towards that spot. Activating its telekinesis, several files on the ground floated up, symmetrically hovering in front of her.
She began to patiently flip through the pages.
The things inside were a bit of a headache for the wolf; she didn't quite understand them.
She carefully stacked all the files she had read in one place. Then, her gaze fell on the last one.
The file appeared to have been handled roughly, and there was a clear shoe print on it.
Why—why treat it like this?
This idea sparked her interest in the document.
She reached out and took it down from mid-air.
On the cover, a title was printed in black font: "The Kong Brothers Suspected of Drug Manufacturing and Intentional Murder Case".
Kong? That's their surname. It seems this is the evidence that guy was looking for.
Ignoring the file number and other irrelevant information such as the filing unit, she opened the document.
There were very few papers inside, and they seemed to say things like ether inhalation, murder, and drug manufacturing.
It seems this is what my sister meant when she said they were wrongly accused.
This file was different from the others; it was a little empty, with most of the documents pulled out and tossed aside.
She quickly found several crumpled pieces of paper on the ground.
Upon unfolding it, the wolf recognized it. It was a "transcript." He and his sister had seen something like this before in the detention cell.
She activated her ability, smoothing out the crumpled pages and examining them one by one. Time, place, person asking the question—the format was exactly the same as she remembered.
She arranged them one by one according to the dates on the transcript.
She picked up the earliest transcript and started reading from the question-and-answer section.
"—We are now interrogating you according to the law. You must answer truthfully, understand?"
"I have been framed. I did not kill anyone, nor did I manufacture drugs."
"Does your brother, Kong An, have access to large quantities of industrial ether?"
"—According to his job, he could indeed make contact, but there are strict registration and approval processes at every stage—"
The wolf felt sleepy, and its eyelids began to droop.
So boring, extremely boring.
She recognized each of the words individually, but when put together, they became very hypnotic.
If her older sister were here, she would probably be fast asleep on the table without any hesitation.
So she put the transcript aside and picked up the one behind it.
The paper was crumpled even more. The wolf could sense that Kong An must have been extremely angry when he saw it.
She unfolded the paper and noticed that the date of the inquiry was in a little over ten days; the end times were fast approaching.
This time, even the wolves noticed something was different.
"Kong Quan, we'll ask you one more time. Did you go there that night—?"
"No, I said no! I want to find my brother, I want to find my mother!"
"Don't interrupt! Your brother Kong An is being questioned! Answer the questions honestly! Why did you steal ether?"
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(The person being questioned begins to cry) I didn't steal anything—stealing is for bad children—
Aside from crying and denying it, and wanting a cigarette, there wasn't a single normal response after that.
The wolf flipped to the end and saw the note the recorder had written at the end.
(Note in the transcript: The interrogated person, Kong Quan, is in an extremely unstable mental state, speaks childishly, and has confused thinking, suspected of neurological damage caused by ether addiction. His answers are no longer of any reference value. A mental evaluation is recommended.)
The wolf tilted its head.
Just like my sister said. Kong Quan, he became stupid here.
In the first statement, the person spoke clearly and logically, and seemed much smarter than me.
But in just over ten days, in the second statement, he became—much dumber than I was.
Why is this happening?
The paper stated that it was due to "suspected ether addiction".
The wolf had heard of this stuff in chemistry class, but didn't know it could make people stupid.
She felt that the piece of paper was lying. Or perhaps, the person who wrote it didn't know the truth either.
It's an intuition. My sister once said that her intuition is sometimes very accurate.
The wolf stopped thinking about it. She stopped thinking about things she couldn't understand. That's what her sister taught her.
She only confirmed one other thing: Kong An had been here.
Next, the wolf carefully folded the transcripts, put them away, and placed them in his pocket.
Then, telekinesis was activated, and the other files on the ground quietly flew up, one after another, and neatly returned to the file shelf.
Seeing that the room had been restored to its original order, she nodded, turned around and left with satisfaction.
She opened the window, leaped out, and hovered in mid-air.
Then, after carefully closing the window, it transformed into a streak of light and flew into the crimson rain curtain.
The next destination is clear: Longshan Mining.
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