Umbrella, The Light of Humanity

August 27.

Italy.

Venice.

Time clock: 09:12.

The sky is blue and white clouds are like flocculents. The morning sun is exceptionally beautiful and warm.

As a famous tourist and industrial city in Italy, the scenery of Venice is indeed unique.

There are many factories in the suburbs to the west, near the inland, and to the east, near the sea, you can see the classical architecture of Venice.

Artificially excavated rivers and streets coexist. The water of the rivers is drawn from the water of the Adriatic Sea. The water is clear and you can see brightly colored sea fish from time to time.

There are excursion boats for tourists, motor boats for exciting entertainment projects, and more private boats.

The spaciousness and prosperity of the river can highlight the crowded streets.

at this time.

On the main road numbered SR11 in the Marghera district of Venice...

"Oh Miyada (damn)! Quiz and Die (this silly gang)! Sbilliquack (hurry up)!!!"

"Beep!!! Beep!!!"

Just look at a taxi that looks like a beetle in yellow and white colors, almost blocked on this "main road".

The taxi driver with a goatee and a white old-fashioned peaked cap lowered the window, poked his head out, yelled with his left hand, and slammed the horn in the center of the steering wheel with his right hand.

No way, SR11 said it was a main road, but it was actually just a two-way street.

It is the peak time for work in Venice, and there is a lot of traffic on the roads in both directions, so this taxi can only line up honestly.

After letting out the breath in his heart, the taxi driver was finally relieved, and then he retracted his body into the car.

He also spoke to the passenger sitting in the co-pilot with a strong accent: "Let the guests laugh, haha, in fact, we Venetians have very good tempers, but there are some exceptions today."

"Um...understandable." The passenger said he understood "very".

The passenger was wearing dark gray overalls, brown breathable combat boots, and black tight-fitting short-sleeved upper body, with a loose brown shirt over the outside.

The handsome dress, the blonde split-head look, and other characteristics all represent that the real identity of this passenger is Leon Scott Kennedy.

Umbrella’s intern intelligence officer.

Leon finished talking with the driver, then turned to look out the window, and shook his head helplessly.

Somewhat speechless.

The intelligence personnel who graduated with him at the same time have the authority to use the company's vehicles, and there are people who pick up and drop off people in unfamiliar cities. Why can't he alone? ?

Although the company gave him travel subsidies, which were quite a lot, Leon still couldn't understand.

Next.

Lyon endured the driver's complaints and finally passed the congestion zone of SR11 and continued to drive to the end of SR11.

Then, the taxi parked on the right, while the driver glanced at the meter.

He smiled and said, "Oh, dear guests, the total is 77. It is Euros, not U.S. dollars."

"Okay." Upon hearing this, Leon took out his wallet from his trousers to settle the bill.

Get the change money, open the door and get out of the car.

When the taxi leaves, across the street is the destination of this trip in Lyon, the Venice Police Station.

While walking towards the crosswalk, Lyon slid the change into his trouser pocket and took out the intelligence personnel's exclusive mobile phone to operate it.

First, report the situation to the superior, and then review the identity that the company has arranged for him.

Putting away the phone, crossing the crosswalk, and through the crowd, Leon came to the front gate of the police station.

Stepped up the stairs and walked into the police hall.

He found that this place was even more overcrowded.

Most of them are tourists from other places, complaining or complaining to the police officers.

Most of them are cases of loss of belongings or disputes with local vendors.

After all, Venice is a world-famous tourist attraction, and the police station has a heavy burden.

See here.

Once again, Leon passed through the crowd and came to the front desk on the right side of the hall. The officer who was a little impatient with his expression showed his ID.

Said: "Lyon S. Kennedy, Interpol, is responsible for assisting you in investigating the serial homicide case on the 25th."

The police officer took over the certificate and eased his impatient expression.

"Yankee?" But when he saw his nationality, the policeman still couldn't help but spit out.

Immediately afterwards.

The police officer who did not find any abnormality in his ID began to contact his superiors.

Soon, the police officer returned the ID to Lyon and said, "Go to the third floor and someone will receive you."

"Thank you." Leon took back his ID and walked towards the third floor of the police station.

Come to the third floor.

This is the office area for plain clothes, detectives and criminal police.

A policewoman dressed in black female suit trousers, blue shirt, with a police badge and holster on her waist, was waiting for Leon on the edge of the stairs.

Seeing Leon, the policewoman stretched out her right hand and introduced herself: "Aya Brea."

"Hello, Leon S. Kennedy." Leon reached out and shook her.

"Come with me, the sheriff has been waiting for you for a long time." The policewoman named Brea turned to the office area.

"good."

Shortly after.

The chief of the Venetian police station saw Lyon, and only briefly explained a few words, then proceeded to let Brea and Lyon, who were in charge of the case, explain the details.

In fact, not long ago, the Secretary of Venice asked his superiors for support.

It was just that this request was known to the Red Queen, so the Red Queen communicated with Interpol and the Italian police.

In the end, Lyon, who forged the identity of the Queen White, came to support it logically.

The Secretary of Venice didn't doubt that he had him. In addition to his busy schedule, he just talked a few words in a hurry and let Brea take over.

Brea took Leon to the conference room on the fourth floor, turned on the projector, and explained the details of the case for Leon.

In the early morning of the 25th of this month, the police found 24 victims.

They were all males, and their bodies were concentrated in the prosperous area of ​​Marghera City.

The identity, nationality, and network of the victims are different, and there is no rule to follow, like random killings.

However, the victims have similar characteristics.

They are all tall and sturdy, and they are handsome in public aesthetics.

In order to avoid causing public panic and damaging Venice’s reputation, the Italian government prohibits public reporting of the details of this case.

Nevertheless, there is no way to completely cover up the facts of the serial murders.

Most of the local residents of Venice are panicked, but tourists still come here "without hesitation".

After reading the information, listening to Brea's description.

Leon looked very solemnly and said: "Sergeant Brea, in addition to these, I would like to know more detailed case information."

"Okay." Brea used the remote control pen to control the playback of the projected content, and said solemnly to Leon:

"The deceased also have a common feature, that is, their limbs have suffered varying degrees of injury, and the wounds have obvious...

Porcelain. "