Knight Asylum

Qiao stretched out his voice and darted his eyes left and right.

"This is a secret. Even if you are just a temporary worker, you have the obligation to keep the content of the task confidential," Qiao warned seriously, raising his finger.

"Oh, I see. By the way, I have a mission around 4pm this afternoon. If everything goes well, I should be back in the evening. If not, I might have to wait until the next day. Slurp—"

Red was not questioning the ability of the best detective mentioned by U. After all, it was not easy to investigate the case involving the private production of O coins.

"Hey——what kind of mission is that!" Qiao stood up immediately.

"Sorry - this is a secret. Even temporary workers have the obligation to keep the content of the task confidential," Reid smiled at Qiao.

Qiao's mouth twitched, and after a long pause, he crossed his arms over his chest and sat back down, "I'm just worried that this is another trap set for you."

"Not really. This mission was arranged by U. It's just a normal investigation."

Qiao turned his head away with a click of the tongue, stared at the screen and started eating pancakes, seemingly no longer worrying about the matter. "By the way, Red, when do you think we can get permanent employment?"

"Well...it should be soon," Red stood up, threw the empty instant noodles into the trash can, and raised his head.

Putting aside the fact that Qiao can use the Faiz belt that he cannot use, Servier Turia has no reason not to make Qiao a regular employee.

"I don't really want to become a regular employee," Qiao's eyes flickered, his hands resting behind his head, pretending to complain casually, "I always feel that if I get too deep, there's no way to get out. The world is so big, even if [S·L] is the most exciting place in the world, it's not our destination."

Red paused for a moment, then smiled and nodded at Qiao.

"That's right."

Qiao turned his eyes away naturally and started eating the pancakes.

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In the dedicated research institute of Selvi Turia, Embe was pinching his nose while browsing Faiz's research data. When he saw the part about photon blood, he could not help but frowned. After hesitating for a while, he stood up and walked to the main console to turn on the communication device and contacted U.

“Are there any problems with the research?”

"It's about the photon blood," Embe pinched his nose and paced back and forth, "Faiz's red photon blood is particularly stable. It's not impossible to equip Faiz with equipment to amplify photon blood."

"What's the problem?"

"It will increase the burden on the wearer," Enbe paused and raised his finger to emphasize, "Also, even if it is strengthened, it may not be stronger than Kaixa. There is also the problem of heat dissipation. Faiz's defense will decrease, and the increase in power is often a problem..."

Ember paused before putting his hands on his hips.

"The development of Faiz will not stop, but you know, without the help of Huaxing, we will be in the dark, so my personal suggestion is to increase the efforts to search for the remaining two belts."

"Hmm - I think I understand."

"Of course... Now the Enoch Group is also searching for the two belts in the name of the Knight Project. If they really get them, things will be troublesome." Enbei sighed deeply, hesitated for a long time and then tentatively said, "There is one more thing I don't know if I should mention."

"whats the matter?"

"Regular humans can't use belts."

"..."

Seeing that U didn't say anything, Enbei scratched his face and spoke faster, "So my idea is..."

"It doesn't matter."

Enbei's breathing stagnated. After staring at U in the holographic image for a long time, he lowered his head and breathed a long sigh of relief, "I see. By the way, have you settled the matter with Hongshang Fund?"

"Half and half, but President Hong Shang seems to be interested in the black Kuuga and wants Red to use that power."

"Ha - is this true? What on earth is President Hong Shang thinking?" If it were someone else, En Bei would have jumped up immediately, but for Hong Shang Mitsuo, he was surprised... not so surprised.

"I don't know, so next Ming Hai will work together with Red to solve this matter."

"Narumi? What a reliable name," Ember patted his chest.

After reporting the relevant issues, Enbei did not talk nonsense and directly interrupted the communication. His attention returned to the report in his hand, and his brows were slightly frowned.

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3:15 pm.

"Beep beep-"

The screen of Red's cell phone on the table lit up. Qiao, who was sitting opposite Red, didn't move, but his eyes secretly glanced at Red's cell phone.

Red, who didn't notice Qiao's eyes, picked up his phone to confirm that it was a mission message, then pulled up his backpack and waved to Qiao, "Then I'll leave first."

"Oh——" Qiao nodded coldly without even looking at Reid.

"But don't sneak up on me."

"Who would follow you secretly?" Qiao, who had been acting cool and aloof, immediately stood up and slammed the table in frustration, "I wouldn't follow you secretly!"

"Hahahaha - just kidding, just kidding."

Reid smiled, waved, and turned to leave the dormitory.

"Humph--"

Qiao folded her hands across her chest and sat back down, muttering unwillingly.

"Who are you looking down upon——"

Taking the central elevator to the waiting area specified in the mission information, Reid saw a very familiar figure.

"Young man, nice to meet you again." The man, who looked very weak, waved his hat towards Red. "My name is Narumi Shokichi, detective, and your partner in this mission."

"Huh?" Reid looked surprised.

"What's wrong? Do you think I'll be a drag?" The man raised his eyebrows.

"No, no, no, I just feel that we are destined to be together. Uncle Minghai, what should I do!" Reid shook his head vigorously and stood up straight.

"Well - the suspect has already recorded his statement. Let's go get it first. Follow me."

Ming Hai nodded in satisfaction, turned around and walked away. Although his body seemed weak, his steps were extremely steady, swift and decisive, without a trace of hesitation. He was simply the toughest of tough guys.

Chapter 32: Mature men should learn to think for themselves

Under Minghai's leadership, Red came to Selvi Turia's criminal investigation department. Minghai seemed to have a lot of prestige in the criminal investigation department. When they saw Minghai appear, everyone in the criminal investigation department nodded and the director of the criminal investigation department even personally handed the confession to Minghai.

"Ming Hai, things are a little strange this time."

Dashiell Chandler, the head of the criminal investigation department, led Ming Hai and Red to a separate room, then with a serious face he posted the confessions in his hands, the background life records of the workers, and the travel photos of the workers from the beginning of the project to the present that were intercepted through surveillance, etc. on a whiteboard that often appears in criminal investigation dramas to organize clues.

Ming Hai read the confession and nodded, "It's indeed wrong. They actually went to an underground private casino to gamble, and...they even tampered with their heads."

Red didn't rush to ask questions, but first took a quick look at the clues on the whiteboard.

"Well, something is definitely wrong."

Ming Hai handed a marker to Red and nodded to Dashiell.

Dashiell, who was about to say something, crossed his arms over his chest and stared at Red with a scrutinizing look, as if he would snatch the pen back if Red made the slightest mistake.

Red took the pen and coughed. He wrote the word "gambling" on the workers' action record and drew a circle. "[S·L] has regular casinos, and these workers did not start gambling recently. Here are the records of them going in and out of those regular casinos. However, they did not go to the regular casinos during this period, but chose to go to those private underground casinos without guarantees."

"Isn't this a problem that can be seen at a glance?" Dashiell snorted coldly.

"That's the problem," Red tapped the word "regular casino" and said, "From what I've observed, those workers are not so poor that they can't even enter the door of a regular casino."

"That's of course because all the regular casinos are owned by Hongshang Fund, which is the manufacturer of O coins. They don't have the guts to bring privately made O coins into Hongshang Fund's territory," Dashiell said with a cold and harsh smile, "The risk is too great. Although they have been caught now."

"Every criminal is confident that they will not be discovered or caught when committing a crime. They know that counterfeiting O coins is a serious problem, and they don't have the courage to go to the casino of Hongshang Fund openly. But they still counterfeit O coins, which shows that they are very sure that their crime of counterfeiting O coins will not be discovered."

"As long as the privately made O coins are circulated from my hands, they will be discovered sooner or later. Therefore, as long as these privately made O coins are not spent from my hands, they will not be discovered by Hongshang Fund."

Red drew a circle with a marker at the location of the underground casino.

"So I suspect that they may not go to the underground casinos to gamble, but go to the underground casinos to exchange the privately made O coins for regular O coins."

"But what I don't quite understand is why underground casinos would accept these privately made O coins? As long as they spend them, there is a risk of being locked out. Why do they hoard those privately made O coins that can't be used? Do they want to smuggle them out?"

Dashiell folded his arms and was silent for a while before nodding. "It is indeed possible to smuggle O coins. As long as one O coin is smuggled out, it will bring huge profits. Of course--"

As if to seek revenge, Dashiell immediately raised his voice, "With Servier Turia here, not a single O coin can be smuggled out of [S·L]. In fact, no one has ever managed to smuggle an O coin out."

Ming Hai stared at the clues on the whiteboard with a frown on his face.

"What's wrong with Minghai? Any other questions?" Dashiell lowered his arms when he noticed Minghai's serious expression.

"There should be more gamblers than just these workers. There is probably more than one underground casino." Ming Hai raised his hand to press down his hat. "Director Dashiell, I'll leave the search to you. Let's go, young man."

After saying that, Minghai turned around quickly. Red was stunned for a moment before realizing that his partner was talking about him. Under Dashiell's somewhat sour gaze, he followed Minghai with a smirk.

"Uncle, what should we do next?" Red followed behind Ming Hai, rubbing his hands, a little excited.

It was his first time to work a case with a detective.

"Wait."

"Huh?" Red was stunned and stopped where he was, but Ming Hai was still moving forward. He only stopped for a moment and then left a large distance. Red quickly caught up with him, "Uh - shouldn't we be reasoning or something like that at this time?"

"What are you reasoning about?"

"Uh - the location of the underground casino? Those workers couldn't tell us the location of the underground casino," Red said tentatively after thinking for a while with his chin held high, "so we have to guess the location of the underground casino based on the surveillance."

"That makes sense, but the criminal investigation department of Servi Turia will do it. They are all excellent criminal investigation talents and have more reliable sources of information. At the latest, they will be able to lock down all the underground casinos and track down all the gamblers who have been to the underground casinos tonight. Do you think two people can do it?"

"This……"

If they just found an underground casino, Red could still confidently pat his chest and guarantee it, but Minghai said everything.

"That's indeed what happened."

"Mature men shouldn't act on impulse," Ming Hai raised the corner of his mouth.

"So what should we do?" Red raised his hand and asked humbly.

According to Ming Hai, with the capabilities of the Serbia Turia Criminal Investigation Department, they can lock down all the casinos and gamblers, find the crime scene, and arrest all the suspects in a few hours. Doesn't that mean the case is over?

"Think for yourself," Ming Hai raised his hand to hold his round-brimmed hat, with a strict attitude as if he was teaching his apprentice.

In the Criminal Investigation Department of Selvi Turia, Dashiell leaned on the table, his arms folded across his chest, staring at the handwriting left by Red on the whiteboard in front of him. He was silent for a long time before he let out an unwilling sound.

"The... Director?"

A young man poked his head in.

"What's wrong?" Dashiell waved his hand impatiently, "Are you done with the work?"

"The director of the public relations department is looking for you," the young man scratched his face, "and said he has something important to discuss with you?"

"Asano? Tsk—you came at a really bad time."

Dashiell tutted in dissatisfaction.

He is on the same level as Asano in status, and even has more power than Asano. However, Asano is in the public relations department, and the director of the public relations department usually comes to them when there is a big trouble that will lead to social unrest and needs to be handled by their criminal investigation department.

The criminal investigation department is responsible for handling and managing relationships in secret, while the public relations department covers it up openly. Dashiell has always been dissatisfied with this kind of relationship, because most of the troubles are caused by the public relations department talking nonsense and promoting some thoughtless and reckless things in public.

Temporary dormitory.

Qiao, carrying a backpack with Faiz's belt on it, carefully leaned forward, looked left and right, and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there was no one else. He pulled up the backpack and walked quickly towards the central elevator. However, before he reached the central elevator, a man walked out from the corner and blocked Qiao's way.

"This is really a serious dereliction of duty~" The man tilted his head in Qiao's direction and smiled, "But it's quite normal. After all, 90% of temporary workers will be fired."

Qiao frowned, "Who are you?"

The man was wearing a white coat with the Enoch Group logo on it.

Qiao immediately remembered that the shelter team that tried to forcibly shelter Red under the bridge was also from the Enoch Group, and his tone gradually became worse.

"Go away——"

"Let me introduce myself first. I'm the director of the Enoch Group, Ida." Ida pinched his chin, and his smile gradually became meaningful. "I mainly study Orpheus Enoch. By the way, the belt you used before was made by Hanagata, the former president of the Zhinao Group."

Qiao's face changed.

"Ophino, who you killed, must be very surprised. He didn't expect that an ordinary human could use their belt."

Chapter 33: I want to do something even if it is not necessary

Following Ming Hai on foot through the isolated park, Red kept his chin down and his brows furrowed.

Red felt that he was facing a problem that detectives often encounter.

That is the necessity of existence.

In the past, detectives were often active in various homicide cases, and the reason why they served as external aid to detectives was because the previous technology was not in place and the profession of police had not yet been fully developed. The detectives who could serve as external aid were either gifted with super reasoning ability, or had special intelligence channels that the police could not use due to various reasons such as self-esteem.

Now that information is becoming more and more transparent and criminal investigation is becoming more and more developed, the police no longer need to borrow external detective assistance. Detectives have gradually changed from mysterious external aid to an unpopular third-rate profession that tracks down mistresses.

Although……