A Wizard's Survival Guide to the 20th Century

Two police officers led the way, and Reese followed them with his pockets in his pocket.

This road led to the previous interrogation room. After a door opened, one of the police officers stood at the door and made a "please" gesture.

Reese nodded and walked in with another officer.

After taking a few steps, there was no one else around them. Reese raised his head and asked, "What is the wizard processing team doing now?"

"Protecting the survivors who were previously attacked by Butcher Eli has allocated a large part of our police force." The police officer said, "We have very few wizards. Except for the deputy director who is directly dispatched by the state government, the rest Everyone is a victim of the sorcerer incident, and they are only E- or D-level."

"Are there no wild wizard gangs in Lausanne?" Reese asked.

"There may be small-scale gatherings, but at least they are not visible," the police officer said.

The emergence of wizard organizations will have many signs, such as an increase in murders and disappearances in the city.

The reason for this phenomenon is that ignorant wizards understand how to upgrade through parties, and wizards who know how to upgrade also get helpers and channels through organizations.

In the beginning, it was just a party and a circle, but when the circle matured, it became a gang.

This is not the case in Lausanne, which has always been stable. The only serial killer is the latest butcher Eli.

Rhys nodded.

They reached the end of the passage, and the police officer gently knocked on the door of the interrogation room. Not long after, Officer Roger, whom Reese had met once before, came out.

His police rank is obviously one level higher than this police officer, and the police officer beside him nodded slightly.

"Mr. Thain. Mr. Yasin is very emotionally unstable. He is uncooperative and insists that everything he does is right."

Darth Yassen, he is the murderer of Constable Eddie, the suspect confessed by Mr. Stryker.

An old-fashioned musket was found in his home. The bullets used were the same as those taken from Eddie. This kind of gun is now very rare. This evidence was enough to convict him.

"Is he from the Federation of Labor?" Reese asked.

"No, he's not a wizard, and he's never even been exposed to supernatural things." Roger replied, and then whispered, "I don't think he knows anything important. He seems to be just an ordinary worker, reckless, His cultural level is not high, and he killed Eddie just on a whim."

"Mr. Stryker looks like an honest and pitiful disabled person." Reese shook his head and sighed, "You always ask too directly, always go straight to the topic when you open your mouth, and are not interested in other things. "

"However, many things are interconnected."

This is the third time the police station has interrogated Mr. Yasen. Nothing came out of the first two times, partly because of his lack of cooperation.

Secondly, out of consideration for the current situation, the police station did not torture him very harshly.

After Roger left, Reese opened the door of the torture chamber alone.

In these few seconds, he quickly thought about how to get Yassen to honestly tell what he knew.

The first thing is to make him understand that he "knows", which is not difficult to do. When he is going to confess, he must first tell Yasen directly and definitely that he has a secret he wants to know, and then he will think about it himself.

Then the problem is why he has been refusing to explain.

At this time, Reese had already entered the interrogation room. It was still as dark as before, with only a small light on.

He saw the appearance of Yassen. He was handcuffed and looked like a standard drunkard with a sloppy face. The moment he saw Reese coming in, he shouted impatiently:

"Here comes another policeman, it's no end!"

"I want you to let me out quickly! I just killed a government accomplice, this is nothing!"

"If you dare to touch me, the union will not let you go!"

"Union?" Reese glanced at him and asked expressionlessly.

"That's right, you don't know, right? Mr. Fortes said that we are the masters of this country, so you are just our slaves." Yassen said with a smile, spitting from the corner of his mouth, "Let me go quickly Get out, or the guild won’t let you go!”

However, Reese seemed not to hear it and was lost in thought.

Yassen doesn't look like a person who really has faith... his eyes don't look the same.

So, he is the one who uses the name of the union to exercise his desires?

At this time, Reese suddenly realized something.

Prior to this, in order to protect Mr. Stryker, an important insider, the police department did not tell Yassen that Stryker had confessed his address.

He still thinks he can be protected by the union? No, I don’t think so, it’s just like this in theory. At this juncture, even drunkards and murderers can become heroes who resist business owners, and they can also become the trigger for conflicts to break out.

But...he can make an information gap.

Thinking of this, Reese raised his head with a smile, a smile that made Yassen shudder.

"I don't think you know, sir, that United Steel has reached an agreement with the Federation of Labor and that the strike will not go ahead."

"It's just that one of the conditions offered by Hezhong Steel is to hand over the murderers who committed the murder. Mr. Stryker is here with us. He confessed to you and has already written all the materials."

"Do you need me to call him over to identify you face to face?"

……

The smell of smoke, alcohol, and other flavors flooded into the nose.

Gray has long been used to this kind of smell, but she still doesn't like it. Such a messy smell will make her unable to detect the incoming hostility immediately.

This was a civilian tavern at the end of Seventh Street, with a warehouse as cover.

She has short, black hair, and her skin color is obviously different from those around her, indicating that she is an Indian.

A feather ornament hangs around her neck. It is the only item of aesthetic significance on Gray's body. The rest is a jacket that facilitates movement, hard-wearing trousers and a cloak that conceals her identity.

There is a table in the corner, and there is a man sitting in front of the table. He is obviously out of tune with the other people here. There is only a booklet on the table in front of him, and a lot of things are written layer by layer with a pencil on it.

"Miss Angel!" the tavern owner suddenly shouted, but this nondescript title did not arouse much ridicule. Instead, many workers with yellow helmets and unkempt hair raised their heads and smiled at Gray.

"Would you like a glass of wine? Don't worry, light beer is not much thicker than water, so it won't delay anything." The boss said with a smile.

"I'm no angel."

Gray smiled slightly and answered naturally.

"Whatever, no one has seen a real angel anyway." The boss waved his hand and everyone laughed.