While the other party was out to pick up hot water, Ed put down the biscuits and tea in his hand, stood up, took out the handkerchief from his pocket, and put it on his hand and gently pushed away the files left by Arthur on his desk to avoid fingerprints and oil stains.

He knew that there must be clues about him and the incident on this file. The other party will definitely start interrogating and record testimony in the next step, and any trace of information may be crucial.

Suddenly, a shiny metal reflection sucked Ed's gaze, and he noticed that there was a small handicraft next to the pen holder - a mechanical spider the size of a pocket watch.

The tail is equipped with a canary-like organ-sized movement. Eight sets of transmission wheels connect the folded limbs on both sides. The slender metal limbs with hook claws are slightly curled up, as if they will slip into the shadow if they are not careful.

On the head of the torso of the copper spherical universal base, a dark yellow cat's eye is inlaid with its eyes shining like a halo of clear sky.

Tsk, this thing is not cheap. Ed resisted the urge to pick it up and take a closer look, and returned the energy to the file:

Witness Edgar Wycolow, the only survivor of the "Metro Massacre" incident. Well... Fortunately, it is not the suspect. Donald brothers sent out a technician to a home machinery repair shop. The employment contract was 21 years old and the actual age was 17 years old.

Can you even find out this? He frowned.

His childhood background was unknown. He was adopted at Xisang Workshop and was later adopted by speculative businessman Ludwig Wycolow. He studied at Pinkmann School, but later he was forced to drop out of school and work due to his adoptive father's death.

Public school, I remember that it was not cheap... It seems that the white crow cane was left to me by this adoptive father.

Family member: adoptive father Ludwig Wycolow (here is stained with a large piece of ink, and it is impossible to distinguish)

Moji? How could such a low-level mistake occur in the archives?

etc……

Ed suddenly turned his head and looked at the mechanical spider. Because in his aftermath, the linear optical axis of the cat's eye seemed to flash, as if he suddenly blinked.

Is it an illusion?

He pricked up his ears and listened, and there was no footsteps in the corridor. The other party did leave just now, and he heard it sincerely, and there was no sound of coming back for the moment. So he continued to read the last paragraph:

When the witness was discovered, he had lost most of his vital signs, but he showed amazing self-healing ability two hours later, and was suspected to have entered a deep sleep state. After confirmation by the doctor, he was transferred to the East District Police Station of Yinwu City, waiting for further observation and inquiries.

This confirms some of my previous speculations, at least now I can be sure who I am... The only thing that is to be thankful is that I have not been treated as a suspect.

Ed held a handkerchief and gently closed the file, carefully putting it back to its original place, making sure it looked like it had never been passive.

The sound of footsteps came faintly from the corridor. Instead of sitting back to the seat, Ed picked up the teacup and biscuits, pretending to walk around the room, and looked at the photos on the cork board with his eyes.

Broken limbs, blood, corpses... These scenes that should have been extremely bloody have a strange sense of alienity in the cold black and white photos. Soon Ed found himself in it - his head was soaked in a pool of blood, and his jaw was slightly opened, as if he was still surprised.

"I've been waiting for a long time." Arthur's sound of pushing the door was heard behind him. The lid of the ceramic teapot was lifted with a "ding" sound, and boiling water slowly poured into the pot with a steaming sound:

"Don't you sit down and rest? Your body has just recovered."

Ed did not turn around: "I'd better move a little, so that my mind will be clearer. Are these photos of the crime scene?"

"Yes, a total of 82 people were killed, but now there are 81."

"Ah..." Ed's face showed an undetectable sadness, both for those who died and for the temporarily alive.

In three days, he had to find another character card. If he was dragged here by the police, the situation would be terrible.

"Miracles won't favor everyone, but I think it's always a good thing to live one more person." Arthur said with a little bit of a slight hint of a word, "Maybe you will be the key to solving this puzzle. Tea is OK, will you continue to use tea?"

"Is there anything I need to do?" He turned around.

"Okay, next I need to record some testimony, you just need to answer truthfully. Testimony has sacred legal effect, so don't make a fuss."

Arthur put down the teapot, and his light expression gradually solidified into seriousness. He sat back to his desk, carefully sorted out his bow tie, unscrewed the ink-storage pen, and asked seriously:

"Name?"

"Ed...I only remember this name."

"age?"

"Sorry, I don't remember..."

"It's okay. Work, home address, educational background."

Ed was silent for a moment: "I can't remember these at all."

"Then..." the pen tip quickly swiped on the paper, "Can you remember what happened last night's pneumatic subway?"

"Let me think about it..." He held his forehead and looked sideways, and looked like he was thinking hard:

"I just vaguely remembered that the pneumatic subway stopped, so I went to the control room, which was pitch black, but someone was inside, and then I was shot. For the time being, I can only recall these things."

"What does the person who shot you look like? Can you recall it?"

"No, it's too dark there, I can't see it."

"So, can you explain the rapid healing of head trauma? Have you been exposed to anything in the mysterious realm recently?"

"I swear I don't know what happened. To be honest, I don't even know I can wake up."

Arthur finished copying the conversation neatly and quickly on the file. He twisted the pen cover and placed his hand on the table, with a relaxed tone:

"Okay, I think it should be almost done... Oh, right, there is one last question."

Arthur's voice suddenly became a little deeper, but his tone was still polite:

"Mr. Edgar Wycollow, why did you look through this file while I left?"

What?!

A chill swam across the spinal cord like a poisonous snake. Ed's pupils trembled, but his expression did not change.

He knows I've read the archives?

I left no fingerprints or traces. This is not a special interrogation room, and there should be no reserved observation holes: the surrounding walls are facing the windows on both sides, one side next to the corridor, the only side that may be used for voyeurism is blocked by cork boards, and there are also no suspicious holes.

Could it be...

Under Ed's gaze, the mechanical spider slidly climbed onto Arthur's corrugated shirt to his shoulders. The dark golden cat-eye stared at Ed, waiting for his answer.

That file is a trap.

The most dangerous thing is not that you peek at the file, but that you provide wrong testimony. As long as the other party is willing, you can list yourself as a suspect or even use it as a scapegoat.

Fortunately, after a brief contact just now, Ed did not think that the other party was such a person.

After a while, Ed broke the silence:

“Because I…,”

"What are you afraid of?"

"I don't know... When I woke up from the stool, I didn't know who I was or where I should go." He choked up, "but I can guess that you will ask me about the case next, and I'm worried that if I say something wrong, I will go to jail."

After saying that, Ed closed his eyes and quietly observed Arthur's expression through the cracks.

Arthur's expression was a little moved. He stood up and took two steps closer to Ed, putting his hand on Ed's shoulder:

"I certainly would like to believe that you are innocent, Mr. Wycollow. Imagine how hard it is to experience such a thing, and anyone who is going to do the same thing in this situation."

"Thank you, you are a good person, police officer..." Ed lowered his voice and thanked in a slightly hoarse tone.

"I am not a police officer, just call me Arthur. As long as you cooperate with the investigation, the Shenshui Bureau will ensure your personal safety and freedom. After the case is over, I will help you adapt to your new life."

Fortunately, his judgment is not wrong. For people like Arthur, the best choice to retreat to advance: answer your motivation truthfully, show your fragile side in time, and add some improvisation to make big happen.

"Hey~ Arthur, the Shenshu Bureau has sent a telegram."

The door pushed open and a fat man with sweat on his head was protruding. The police uniform on his body was a little short, obviously no longer keeping up with his expansion speed. In fact, just half of his body had already made the space in the room narrower.

"Thank you, what did it say?" Arthur asked with a smile.

"God knows, you use the cipher text code of your Shentuo Bureau, you can read it yourself."

As the fat policeman threw a slender roll of paper, Ed recognized it as the punching strip of the printed telegraph machine. Arthur grabbed it from mid-air and read it straight like a tape measure-no paper and pen, nor a password.

This is not an ordinary skill. It requires meticulous knowledge of the password book and strong thinking ability.

Ed thought that at most he could read plain text codes without using paper and pen. It would be a fantasy to memorize the encrypted codes like this that could change the keys at any time.

"What department is the Shenshu Bureau?" Ed asked tentatively.

"Uh, should I say it?" The fat policeman glanced at Arthur who looked down and read the punching strip.

Arthur did not look up: "It's okay, I don't think this is particularly confidential, it's just that we never admit its existence in public."

"Okay..." The fat policeman grabbed two biscuits from the cookie jar with his fat and thick fingers and stuffed them into his mouth. With a few flexibly chewing, the biscuits immediately evaporated. Then he said in an official tone:

"The Shenshui Bureau is the abbreviation of the 'Mysterious Incident Investigation Bureau'. As a national security agency specially established by His Majesty Richard II, its main task is to openly or secretly investigate mysterious forces or organizations that potentially threaten national security, and coordinate other departments to monitor, deal with or pursue."

After hearing this, Ed was speechless and felt that his future was darker. If this fat man had not lie to him, the resources and information that the Shentuo Bureau could call would definitely be beyond his imagination, and he might even find out the secret of his resurrection.

Suddenly, Arthur, who was reading the letter, smiled and raised his head, with a mysterious look on his lips:

"Mr. Wycollow, I'm afraid you have to go with me. Officer Mans, please call me a carriage?"

...
Chapter completed!