A Scientific Urban Detective.

Chapter 514: Falling Objects from High Altitude
—Now that your status and position are different, there's no need to get involved in the bloodshed and violence of the Anbu organizations below. Remember, you are the employer, and they are just employees.

Kumokawa Seriya offered advice entirely from the perspective of a superior. Her arrogant words, speaking from her lips, inexplicably sounded like something one should expect.

"Also, it's best to hire a professional accountant, or even a team, to manage your funds—10 billion is definitely not a small sum," Kumokawa Seria continued. "By the way, weren't you planning on depositing it all in the bank and withdrawing as needed?"

“…” She guessed right.

"Graduates from Liaoluan Home Economics are a good choice." Kumokawa Qinya rolled her eyes and suggested.

"Professional maid training school?"

"Managing the master's wealth is also a maid's job," Kumokawa Seria explained. "It just requires a highly specialized, senior maid—so remember to look for graduates with high academic performance. Apprentice maids who are still in school are not recommended."

Lin Wuming pinched his chin: "I remember there was a professional school for deacons..."

I vaguely remember that someone seemed to have suggested that he go to that school.

"Yes, but I don't know much about it." Kumokawa Seria shook her head, "Because I have only hired maids from Liaoluan Housekeeping."

After all, Kumokawa Seriya is a girl, so hiring a maid would be more convenient in all aspects.

"I'll consider it." Lin Wuming nodded.

The person who came to mind was, of course, Tsuchimikado Maika—Tsuchimikado Motoharu's sister. However, Tsuchimikado Maika obviously couldn't be a graduate, so she was ruled out immediately...

"Adapt to your new role as quickly as possible, Wuming-san." Kumokawa Qinya patted Lin Wuming's shoulder. "From today on, you will actually possess some of the power that only belongs to the general director. You must make good use of it."

Then, as if to spoil the story, Kumokawa Qinya told Lin Wuming in advance: "The security forces attach great importance to you and are planning to pay you a telephone consulting fee. In addition, some of the companies that originally worked under Director Sherbin will also pay you protection fees on a regular basis."

All in all, Lin Wuming's extra income every month is several million! This is why Yunchuan Qinya suggested that he find a professional accountant.

Although Lin Wuming was a little confused throughout the whole process, he had already developed a poker face, so he only needed to take note of Yunchuan Qinya's various suggestions and nod silently.

After reciting a long list of "little tricks of big shots," Kumokawa Seriya suddenly said, seemingly casually, "I don't recommend you attend a certain high school when you go to college next year."

"Hmm... Eh? What does this mean?" Lin Wuming was still nodding in agreement out of inertia, but he immediately came to his senses.

"That's exactly what it says," Kumokawa Seriya said vaguely without repeating herself. "Actually, I personally welcome you to become my apprentice, but anyway, this is just a small suggestion from me to avoid unnecessary trouble."

Lin Wuming frowned, but did not refuse directly: "I will think about it carefully."

"Please consider this carefully," said Kumokawa Seriya.

Then, she tilted her head and thought for a moment, as if she felt that she had said everything she wanted to say.

"Then I'll go back first." Kumokawa Seria nodded with satisfaction and walked towards the helicopter. "Would you like me to give you a ride?"

"No, thank you." Lin Wuming politely declined.

The helicopter quickly took off and left.

Only then did the surrounding scene finally come alive, as if some kind of seal had been lifted. Bucket-shaped robots converged from all directions, and the sound of police car sirens could be heard faintly in the distance.

Lin Wuming looked around and found that the scene was empty except for himself.

In this case, Lin Wuming didn't plan to stay and cooperate with the investigation foolishly. So he drove his wheelchair downstairs as quickly as possible and left the scene.

Back on the road, Lin Wuming noticed that the streets in this area had been under martial law by the guards and discipline committee members - during the previous battle, some objects inevitably fell from high altitudes and hit the road.

In order to avoid damage to people and vehicles, temporary traffic control was implemented on the road.

Lin Wuming carefully recalled the battle process just now, and when he was sure that his attack did not cause any falling objects from high altitude, he breathed a sigh of relief; then he put on his armband and prepared to go over to help.

Because the battle just now took place high up on the roof, and both sides moved extremely quickly, people on the street had not yet realized that the falling objects were caused by the battle.

At this time, security guards were investigating the rooftops of tall buildings on both sides of the road. Until the results of the investigation were received and safety was guaranteed, the relevant road sections had to be blocked.

"It's a bit of an overreaction..." After learning about the situation, Lin Wuming couldn't help but complain.

After all, Lin Wuming knew the truth, so he felt that the security teachers were overreacting.

But someone immediately responded: "It can't be said to be an overreaction, because someone was indeed hit, although the injury was not serious..."

The person who spoke to me was a strange male high school student. He seemed to have witnessed the whole process and was happy to share his experience with others.

Following the guidance of the witness, Lin Wuming indeed saw an ambulance on the side of the road.

There was a boy with a spiky haircut who was being pressed on a stretcher with his teeth bared, and was being pushed into the carriage by the emergency doctor.

"I'm fine, I don't need such exaggerated treatment!" The victim shouted energetically, and he really didn't look like he was seriously injured.

However, the blood-covered appearance on his face was really unconvincing. It seemed that his scalp was hit by a piece of falling tile. Although it might be only a minor flesh wound, he was bleeding all over his face and it was a head injury, so the doctors and nurses did not dare to be careless.

So the boy had no choice but to shout "What a misfortune" while being sent to the ambulance.

"Ah, it's that guy!" Hearing this familiar line, Lin Wuming finally recognized the other party's identity.

Kamijou Touma—among so many people on the street, he was the only one unlucky enough to be attacked. It can only be said that this is in line with his style.

I don’t know whether ordinary students’ medical expenses will be reimbursed - seeing how fiercely Kamijou Touma resisted just now, he might have to pay for it out of his own pocket?
Lin Wuming suddenly felt a little guilty and quickly moved over to inquire about the situation.

However, the two nurses in the ambulance seemed to notice his approach and suddenly slammed the back door shut, completely blocking out Kamijou Touma's howls.

Immediately afterwards, the ambulance sounded its siren, did a tailspin, and sped away.

Lin Wuming was stunned and silently watched the ambulance drive away...

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