Battle of the Twin Cities: The Ninth Councilor

Chapter 40 This is your masterpiece!
Zaun.

Dock factory.

The bright sunlight at noon passed through the cracked glass roof and sprinkled mottledly on the ground.

After the big explosion last night, only a ruined wall remained at the scene, fragmented.

There are crumbling concrete blocks and steel bars exposed to the air.

Marcus walked in here step by step, wearing an air-purifying mask, followed by Catherine, who was also dressed in the same dress.

Click!

The shutter is pressed, and the camera spits out a photo, waiting for exposure.

"Sir, what are we doing here?" Catherine took a photo when she saw Marcos walking a few steps. She seemed aimless and took whatever she saw.

Sometimes the walls with huge cracks are photographed, sometimes the broken roof is photographed, and sometimes the purple residue of unknown origin is photographed on the ground.

"Investigate the case." Marcus said succinctly, looked up for a moment, and walked into the dilapidated side door that opened on the side.

Click!

Another photo.

Without even looking at it, Marcus took the unexposed film and handed it to Catherine, asking her to use it as a human-shaped briefcase.

Investigate?

Catherine looked around, what is there to investigate in a ruin?

Isn't this kind of building very common in the bottom city?
They walked along and saw many dilapidated houses, as if no one had repaired them for a long time.

Click!

Marcus pressed the shutter on an unrecognizable device. It was a shelf-like device. From the scattered glass shards on the ground next to it, it could be seen that it had been used to fill some kind of liquid.

It's just that all the liquid in it has disappeared now, and there is not half of it left.

Not far from the shattered equipment was a burnt black table, made of steel that had been twisted and deformed, and was overturned to the ground.

Nearby are some utensils that can only be used in chemical experiments.

Very consistently, these vessels have also been shattered and are no longer usable.

After searching every corner, Marcos confirmed that no important details were missing, and took the camera to the next space.

Catherine held nearly fifty films in both hands, and obediently followed behind.

furnace?

Click!

Take a picture.

anvil?

Click!

Take a picture.

A completely broken steel suspension bridge?
Click!

Take a picture.

There were goods piled up under the bridge, but the traces that have been cleaned up now?

Click!

Take another picture.

Walking and shooting all the way, until finally entering the compartment, Marcos was as excited as if he had discovered a new world. The shutter sounded one after another and took more than 20 photos in succession until all the film in the camera was used up.

Putting the last film waiting to be exposed into Catherine's hands, Marcus stretched his waist comfortably, stretched his muscles and bones, turned his head and walked away refreshed.

"After checking, go back to the upper city!"

Listening to the nonsensical order, Catherine started to slander for the first time in her heart, questioning Marcos' professional ability.

How can anyone just find a place to take pictures everywhere without saying a word?
And it seems that there is no precise purpose at all, it is completely random, and most of the photos taken are even more incomprehensible and meaningless.

On the way back to Piltover, Catherine opened her mouth several times to ask what these photos were for and which case they were related to.

But seeing Marcus hurrying along, as if he didn't seem to be able to give her an answer, Catherine swallowed the questions that came to her mouth several times.

Anyway, the photos have been taken, and they must be sent to the Evidence Department of the Law Enforcement Bureau for safekeeping. When the time comes, I will go to Uncle Nigtim and tell him that I don’t want to follow this unreliable officer anymore, so I ask him to change it for me. .

She came to be a law enforcement officer to fight criminals, not to follow an inexplicable person to some inexplicable places to take some inexplicable photos, let alone follow other people's buttocks as an assistant who can only take 'stuff'!

"Sir..." Catherine looked back at the intersection where she turned just now, "Go back to the Law Enforcement Bureau and continue on the same road."

"Yeah." Marcus nodded noncommittally, without squinting: "I know."

"Then..." Catherine concluded, you know you're still going here?
Marcus said without looking back, "When did I say I was going to the Law Enforcement Bureau?"

Catherine: "..."

indeed.

never said.

But isn't it common sense to send evidence to the evidence department as soon as you get it?

Catherine once again accused Marcos of being unreliable, and the idea of ​​​​replacing him became more intense.

It's funny to say that, in other people's place, the boss replaces the subordinate.

When it came to Catherine, it was the other way around, and she became a subordinate who wanted to change her boss.

If this kind of thing was known by most of the 996 social animals in the previous life, wouldn't they be envious to death?

Marcus thought.

He didn't mean to disgust Catherine.

It's just that what he's doing now is too advanced, even if he explains it to her, maybe she can't understand it.

You can't come up with that set of predictive dream theory to fool people, right?

How can there be so many Victors in this world?
The two walked more and more sideways, and finally came to a small pier with very strict regulations by the sea.

After checking the identities of the two, the heavily armed guards at the door let them through.

Catherine has never been here, but she has a detailed topographic map of Piltover at home. She has been looking at it since she was a child, and knows that this is the notorious Stillwater Prison in the legend.

Or rather, the dock leading to Stillwater Prison.

The Stillwater Prison was built on a naturally formed small island surrounded by hidden reefs. Only the Picheng Law Enforcement Bureau has a safe route to the small island.

It can be said that unless someone can fly, it is impossible to fish out even a baby fly from the still water prison.

The isolated island was hollowed out, and half of the space in a prison was buried deep underground. The difficulty of escaping from the prison was infinitely magnified.

Moreover, almost all the prisoners held here are from Dicheng. With the attitude of the people of Picheng towards Dicheng, they basically don't want to come out after being caught in prison.

It's not about crime.

It's outright prejudice and contempt.

Catherine was still curious about what Marcos brought her here, but Marcos took the initiative to take the photo from her, put the camera into her hand and said, "You find a place outside to rest for a while, Wait for me to come out."

Hearing such words again, Catherine couldn't bear it any longer, and refused loudly: "Reporting officer, as your assistant, I have the right to know about the case you are handling, and I apply to be with you!"

I thought that Marcos would not agree to this request, but unexpectedly, Marcos nodded lightly: "You want to follow? Then come together."

Now, in addition to the camera, even the thick stack of photos was in Catherine's hands.

The strange thing is that he was obviously following behind, but this time he didn't resist so much...

Could it be because he finally got to know the facts of the case next?

definitely is!

The eldest lady of the member's family is willing to carry bags or something for others, so this kind of thing will not happen!
Leading Catherine into the prison, passing through a series of checkpoints, Marcos finally came to the door of an office.

He took off the mask on his face, rubbed his hands vigorously on his cheeks, squeezed out a friendly and flattering smile, and knocked on the door a few times.

"Come in."

A lazy and dull voice came from the door.

(End of this chapter)