Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 444 Evolutionary Theory
Tamarisk Street and Spider Alley.

Makong gave Mhlanga these two locations. Based on Nightingale's experience, it is likely that only one of them is the real one.

But Mhlanga was lucky. He saw a girl with features similar to Makong walking out of a house in Spider Lane, which immediately made him lock on the target.

He avoided the girl so that she wouldn't smell another werewolf on him.

Spider Alley got its name from the fact that the environment here is dark, there is no direct sunlight even during the day, and the streets are narrow and cramped. People believe that only dwarves and spiders live here.

After the girl left, Mhlanga walked straight to the room she had left.

The buildings here seem to have foundations that are too deep, or basements that are too high. Half of their first floors are buried underground, and to enter, one needs to walk down a flight of stairs. The windows are also very low, with the windowsills close to the ground. The glass has long been covered in mud and dirt and is impossible to see through. One can only vaguely see a layer of old newspaper stuck on the back.

Some of the windows had long been broken, but the room was sealed with wooden boards, obviously because they didn't want anything to get in from the outside.

Mhlanga's target was similar to the other houses. You couldn't see what was inside from the outside. The only thing you could be sure of was that there was no light inside.

Since the lights were turned off, the girl probably didn't plan to come back anytime soon.

He knocked on the door and no one answered, so he squatted down and began to apply pressure with his only remaining right palm against the glass of the low window. A crack appeared under his palm, followed by a three-stage force, and the spider-web-like crack spread to the entire piece of glass, and finally shattered silently into a pool of glass fragments.

In front of the empty window with no obstruction, Mhlanga lay down on the ground, then rolled into the window and landed on a pile of debris.

It was indeed very inconvenient to be missing a hand, as it affected his balance. He leaned over a bit while holding onto something beside him before he stood up. He felt a sharp pain in his broken wrist, as if it was the last wail from his lost left hand.

After supporting his wrist, Mhlanga stumbled in the darkness towards the door. Sure enough, he found a box of matches and a candle on the cabinet at the door. He opened the matchbox, picked up a match with his thumb, held the tail with his teeth, then tilted his head towards the side of the matchbox, and a light came on.

See, I'll get used to it, Mhlanga thought.

He lit the candle, held it in one hand and looked around again. This time he could finally see the room clearly.

The floor was cleaned, but some of the furniture and equipment that should have been used frequently were covered with a thin layer of dust, which was a common situation for Nightingale.

Not touching unnecessary things, not leaving unnecessary traces, this is the rule of people like them. Although sweeping the floor is also a trace, it is much better than leaving footprints in the ash pile - that thing is a good material for spells.

There was almost nothing in the room, but there was a trapdoor to the basement in the corner, which was firmly locked with an iron padlock.

Nightingale had his own way of unlocking the door. He took some effort to open the lock, then slowly walked downstairs with the candle in hand. There were beds that were not upstairs, electric lights, a large number of canned food reserves, bookshelves, chains, and an unconscious yellow-haired man in the basement.

Although he was a little dusty, the man's clothes looked like he was well-dressed.

This must be someone kidnapped by Kong Lione, otherwise he wouldn't be lying on the ground.

Mhlanga didn't know whether Konglione was engaged in human trafficking, but there had indeed been a phenomenon of missing people in Weiodi, and perhaps this was one of the victims.

He woke the other up with a light kick.

The yellow-haired man slowly sat up, then slowly moved his body until his back was against the wall. He looked at Mhlanga weakly but said nothing.

The ascetic took the initiative to ask: "Who are you?"

"Who are you?" the man who just woke up asked back. He looked even more tired.

"I am not in the same group as the people who kidnapped you. Did you know that you were kidnapped by Conrionai's people?"

"I know." The hostage's tone was calm.

Mhlanga leaned down and put down the candle. "What did they take you for?"

"Probably like everyone else, for the knowledge in my head."

Knowledge Mhlanga did not expect this answer, and he adjusted his words: "Perhaps I recognize you, would you condescend to repeat your name for me?"

"Alexander Ilevan, an electrical engineer." Alexander didn't ask Mhlanga's name, nor did he ask Nightingale what he came for. He didn't seem to want to know, or maybe he thought he came for himself too.

Electrical engineer.

Mhlanga happens to have some prejudices against this profession. It should be said that all white believers have special views on this profession, and they are two completely different views.

"What knowledge are they after?"

The engineer shook his head. "I don't think they actually understand what news I got. People who haven't been to school can't know how important it is." The guy he met unexpectedly as a hostage was talking in a mysterious way. Mlanga felt more and more strange. He was silent for a moment. "Then why did they come to arrest you? How do you know they came for it?"

The engineer drew a cross on his chest. His fingers did not move quickly but very hard, as if he wanted to carve the holy sword cross into his chest. "That is the punishment from Heavenly Father. He wants to punish me for destroying the kingdom on earth."

Although the church often threatens heretics with "divine punishment", everyone knows that both the bloody gloves who do it and the bishops who give instructions are real people. The basis for their punishment comes from the canon and the pope, not from God really getting angry at a tiny human being. Alexander spoke these words that only a madman would say, but his tone was so firm that Mhlanga repeatedly observed his face, but could not see any flaws in his disguise.

Alexander's expression of awe under the demon's scrutiny was so perfect.

He truly believed that he had committed a blasphemous act.

"What did you do?" Mhlanga asked in a low voice. He suddenly felt hot all over. A premonition or a revelation from the devil made him feel uneasy.

Alexander did not answer him immediately, but asked: "Do you know what kind of existence electricity is?"

"I know." The ragged ascetic sat on the bed nearby. "It is a powerful and sacred force, one of the many powers of the Heavenly Father. I also know another way of saying it, but I don't want to repeat it."

The engineer sat up a little straighter, his eyes fully open.

"You went to seminary?"

"There were courses on this subject at the seminary where I was, but the teachers thought it was taboo to go into the depths of electricity, so the teachings were quite superficial," said Mhlanga.

This is an era of decadence. People have incorporated science into the cornerstone of society. Industry, technology, and medical technology seem to be innovated every month. The proportion of devout believers in the upper class of society is decreasing, and more and more people believe that with the development of science, humans can master everything.

And it all started with the popularization of electricity.

Light, fire, and lightning are the powers held by the main god of the White Church. Once a mortal cracks the mystery of thunder and lightning, the impact on the White Church members will be unprecedented.

Alexander nodded to Mhlanga. “What do you think of the existing mechanical technology that relies on electricity?”

"I have nothing much to say. Electricity is a gift from God to mankind, but people are too arrogant to think they can control everything. They just discovered it, not invented it. Pride is the most serious of the seven deadly sins."

Mhlanga lowered his head and remained silent for a moment. “Besides, the harm caused by human beings using electricity technology is much greater than the benefits.”

"In the past, no matter how hard a worker worked, he would rest at night. Now, every factory operates around the clock, and thousands of workers cannot sleep at night. Those machines make noise all night, release poisonous gas, and devour countless lives. The place where they are located is no different from the hell described in the scriptures."

Alexander stood up, limped over to the round table in the middle of the basement and sat down.

"Even though this is my profession, I understand your concerns." He took a breath. "What I want to say is that if my research were to be made public, I would be committing a greater crime than these."

"Maybe I shouldn't tell you, but it's my pride and hard work. I really don't want to see it covered in dust. At least someone knows about it."

"Since you have learned a little about electricity, I will not dwell on the phenomenon of electromagnetic induction, without which the electric motor could not exist. A scholar, after having mastered everything in books, would certainly be curious about studying these phenomena in practice, rather than persisting in being a maintenance worker."

“Electricity and magnetism affect each other. After I knew this, I started to think about how to use this natural law to create new things.”

"My first thought was to invent a positioning machine that would not be disturbed by extreme weather conditions, so as to help ships pass through the restricted sea areas where storms and lightning linger all year round. Compass failure has always been the ultimate difficulty in conquering these unknown places."

"After building a prototype, I started testing its performance, and it was terrible."

"Its principle is to simulate the magnetic field under normal conditions. Its shell needs to be able to sense the ship's turning direction while isolating the magnetic field fluctuations caused by extreme climate outside. In short, it is to replace the distorted and unbalanced natural magnetic field with the built-in simulated nature. The simulated part does not have to be very accurate, or even does not need to be simulated. Its essence is to set up a direction indicator."

Having said that, Alexander gave a bitter smile.

"My assumption was correct, but I carelessly overlooked one problem."

"If its shell material can block the magnetic field, then it will inevitably affect the magnetic field. I am not saying that theoretical materials do not exist. I know there are some exotic synthetic materials on the market that may meet my needs, but cost must also be considered. I don't have that much money to spend on trial and error, so I turned to find another way to restore my idea."

"Magnetic fields are very sensitive, and in people's eyes, the phenomenon of magnetism is more intuitive than the influence of electric currents - when two hands hold a magnet close together, people will naturally feel the magnetism."

"My new idea is to create two machines, one to create a strong magnetic field that will not be disturbed by storms, and another to sense changes in the magnetic field."

"For example, there are two ships. One of them is docked in a safe location and equipped with a machine that emits electromagnetic waves. The other ship is equipped with a receiving device. After entering the restricted area, it can determine its own position by sensing the former. It's like another form of lighthouse. I think you should understand."

“However, after a few years of studying this topic, I realized that my initial thoughts were too superficial.”

Alexander took a deep breath and tried to suppress his emotions, but Mhlanga could still feel the shock and pride he felt when he realized the importance of his invention.

"As long as we are good at using it, we can achieve a leap forward in human civilization!"