My different world is game mode.

Chapter 435 'Detective'

"Ordinary people and awakened people are divided into different fields?"

Lindsay sounded a little confused:

"Everyone lives in the same city, and the low-level awakened ones don't have abilities that go beyond common sense. Won't this method of disposal cause a lot of trouble?"

Wala Wala explained:
"These are the rules set by the Art Association. If there is any trouble, they will handle it themselves."

Savat, who was walking in front, noticed the conversation between the two.

He turned around and said in a complicated tone:
"The stability of society, the operation of cities, the supply of materials, and even the tiny probability of awakening, all require a huge population base to support the current development."

"You guys don't know anything about this, so don't get all those ridiculous ideas out of your heads!"

Wala Wala said without hesitation:
"You seem to have forgotten something."

"For artists, ordinary people are indispensable and important."

A luxurious goose down bed, a delicate red cherry wood wardrobe, an exquisite painted dressing table, and a two-meter-high floor-to-ceiling mirror all come into view.

So when Lindsay and the others came.

Wala Wala nodded:

However, because of this incident at home, he temporarily changed his residence and stopped contacting the outside world.

"But it is precisely because of this that this category of artists is the most popular and the largest group in the city."

Then on the oak table piled with books by the window, he saw an open picture album with some vivid stage sketches on it. The light and shadow on the picture are mastered to the smallest detail, almost like a handwritten photo!
"Oh, Fimbull Theatre."

The door of the room is facing a window. Standing at the entrance, you can see the sunny street view outside without going deep.

"Right Lindsay."

Savat did not reply, but continued to lead the way.

"So the two are interdependent, and many regulations in the city were born from this."

Wala Wala recognized the scene in the painting at a glance:
"This is the most famous theater in the City of Thousand Sails these days."

"Follow me to the second floor, where Miss Lina lives."

Lindsay walked into the house.

"Yes, that's it."

Wala Wala shook her head:

"Walawala, do you know her?"

These images can be reflected through the design itself in the first impression of the house.

Lindsay's eyes searched the room.

Lindsay immediately heard the subtlety in Wala Wala's tone:

"They want to create works to show to everyone, so a very important point in the advancement of skills is people who appreciate and recognize them?"

"Miss Yao Xing in it was very popular in the theater due to her excellent acting skills. She is also very beautiful. She is said to be a beauty that is rare to see in a thousand years!"

"..."

"This is really luxurious..."

The simplicity of the house and the outstanding aesthetics of the owner.

At the same time, the group continued to move southwest and arrived at a private collection before noon.

The owner here is actually a six-stage collector.

Lindsay raised a question:
"Has no one ever thought about using methods such as mind control to speed up the speed at which one is recognized?"

There is no sign of anyone here except the maid who maintains the house.

The building is a two-story building that stands along the water.

Savat leads the way.

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"Walawala, is this the kind of artist you told me about?"

"Recognition from a person under control cannot help an artist improve his skills."

Behind the door, a gust of sea breeze blows in your face, which is first of all refreshing.

Stepping on luxurious carpets and finely carved wooden stairs, they walked to the second floor, a mahogany door at the end of the corridor.

Lindsay remembered the specific classification of artists and suddenly realized:

Wala Wala pretended not to care at all:
"Oh, it doesn't count as acquaintance."

So someone tried it but failed, and that’s why we ended up in this situation?

【Qingfeng Collection】

Red-brown bricks form the main body of the house, and a layer of green tiles on the top are neatly laid out, resembling green snake scales, but without losing the charm.

Lindsay was learning about the situation in the City of Thousand Sails.

"A few years ago, she was defeated by me in performance, so our relationship has never been very good."

"..."

So what you said just now seemed to be praising the actor, but was it actually praising yourself?

Lindsay was silent for a moment.

And Savat chose to break the atmosphere between the two:
"Are you here just to flirt?"

"The whereabouts of the Kuwaiti girl are still unknown!"

"..." Lindsay activated her skills and entered the state that a 'detective' should have.

He had a panoramic view of the surrounding scene. The material of the furniture, the traces of use in the house, and the degree of wear and tear on the floor were all seen by Lindsay at a glance.

But the most important thing is a string of red footprints on the ground.

The footprints were dark red in color and were obviously left close to the time of the crime.

Lindsay followed the footprints forward, and naturally bumped into the edge of the window, and the footprints disappeared from the window sill.

"Jumped?"

Lindsay raised her eyebrows and concentrated.

[Human footprints - weight 54kg, this mark is covered up, and the gender of the other person cannot be distinguished. 】

Savat followed to the window:
"How's it going? Can you see anything?"

Lindsay only said what she saw and did not speculate yet:

"I'm looking for clues. I'm at least sure that someone jumped out of this window..."

Savat suddenly interrupted Lindsay:
"Of course I can see that too!"

"I can even tell you that the footprints ended up on the water below, and the person jumped into the water."

"The real question now is - how do we track him!"

Lindsay asked thoughtfully:
"Can you also see this footprint?"

Savat replied:
"I'm a painter! Of course I can see these footprints!"

"But it even erased its own identity details. Except for the only condition of diving, the kidnapper left no information at all!"

Savat's tone became impatient:

"Lindsay, you asked me to bring you here, can I only provide you with this kind of news?"

Lindsay shook her head:

"I'm not talking about the direction of the footprints, but the message left behind by the footprints themselves."

"Information?" Savat thought of Lindsay's previous performance at the reception manor and his mouth closed naturally.

Lindsay then said:

"The weight of this footprint is wrong."

"The other party disguised their identity information, but the mark of weight on the dust was not covered up. I can tell you with certainty that the owner of this footprint weighs 54kg. It is impossible for two adults to be so light!"

Savat stared blankly at the window edge:

"weight……"

Lindsay continued:
"If Miss Kuwait wants to climb out of this window on her own - then there is no need for her to conceal her identity details. So these footprints cannot be left by her!"

Lindsay's words were decisive.

During previous adventures, he had paid attention to the weight information on the footprints.

This does not refer to the weight of the person, but the total weight of the person, clothing, and carrying equipment.

After hearing this judgment, an unbelievable thought came to Savat's mind:

"Did the Kuwaiti girl really run away with that ordinary person?"

Lindsay shook her head:

"I do not think so."

"Anthony just came to this city yesterday, and spent most of his time going to his home in Kuwait. How could he, an ordinary person, find his lover's location in such a huge city and then take her and escape overnight in the remaining free time? ?”

Lindsay returned to the house and continued to look at the floor intently.

In addition to the fresh footprints leading to jumping into the river outside, he quickly distinguished some old marks.

[Girl's footprints - 59kg, healthy adult female. 】

"That's right, this footprint should belong to Miss Kuwait."

"She weighs 59kg. Even if she takes off her clothes and runs naked, she won't be as light as the footprints on the window!"

Wala Wala suddenly reminded:
"Lindsay, girls' clothes are also very heavy."

"That's not what I meant!" Lindsay choked, then continued to trace the footprints, "Look, this is the last trace she left yesterday."

"The young lady from Kuwait neither ran to the window nor returned to bed to sleep. Instead, she kept sitting at the table, flipping through this picture album..."

Savat asked Lindsay:

"So what you're saying is that she sat here and then disappeared into thin air?"

Lindsay looked at Wala Wala:
"Walawala, can your art space that can accommodate living creatures be able to put people in it and then take it away directly?"

The girl shook her head:

"That can happen, but it doesn't apply here."

"This kind of independent space will cause obvious source quality fluctuations when it is expanded and closed, which cannot be hidden from anyone."

In Lindsay's view, the investigation has reached an impasse at this point.

But things obviously didn't end there.

Because after Vala Vala finished explaining, all the locals from the Seven Seas Alliance in the room thought of one thing at the same time:
"Impression channel!"

"If you want to take people away without knowing it, you can only use the impression channel!"

(End of this chapter)