The silver-white forward-swept wing transport spacecraft is slowly sailing away from the San's near-Earth Airport of Hengzhou Star. It is not in a hurry to show the strong power of the new proton engine, but is smooth and soothing, as if inadvertently, sliding into the deep starry sky and heading towards the flashing orbit indicator lights in the distance.

Looking at the Hengzhou stars through the porthole of the spacecraft, white clouds floated on the light brown earth, adding a bit of poeticity to the black cosmic background.

Even in that vigorous era of Orion's spiral arm navigation, Hengzhou Star, a habitable planet with gravity similar to that of the human parent planet and containing a lot of water, oxygen and minerals, caused great shock in human society.

The spacecraft is located backwards, and it is spacious and has only a few seats in the cabin.

"This corrupt life is so comfortable."

He Qiu expressed his own feelings, but his expression was a little disgusted.

Think about his experience when he came - he originally designed a cabin with six rows of seats, which added eight rows to those unscrupulous transporters. Both aisles could only walk sideways, and forced them to check their luggage.

If you complain, you can only get fixed explanations from those transporters:

‘The energy required to open a hyperspace track is extremely huge, and we are now operating at a loss.’

He Qiu lowered his head and tinted the micro-operating platform at hand for a while. The spherical seat slowly turned into a small bed, making him lie down comfortably, and a projection screen for entertainment appeared in front of him.

"Lao Wang, why have you never got married?" He Qiu asked.

"Unified response means not meeting a suitable spiritual partner."

Wang Ze smiled and picked up the warm coffee in front of him, lowered his head and took a sip, and continued to browse the information that was jumping on the "glass square" in his hand.

He Qiu's hands were folded at the junction of his chest and abdomen, closed his eyes and felt it quietly for a while, and asked in a low voice:

"What will be the truth this time? If you judge it with your intuition now."

"You are inducing me to establish a subjective intention."

"Of course not."

He Qiu explained with a serious expression:

"I have been in this industry for so many years and have been exposed to many major cases.

"Every time those strange and bizarre cases that were originally clueless, the answer to the mystery was actually very simple principles... This time, it should be the same.

The ghosts that came out of the virtual community? These are probably gangs commit crimes, but their techniques are relatively clever."

After He Qiu finished speaking, he raised his hand and touched his stubble, which felt quite accomplished.

Wang Ze responded calmly: "A small reminder, the flight precautions are written, and there is audio monitoring throughout this voyage."

"Okay," He Qiu yawned and put on noise-cancelling earplugs. "Then I'll sleep for a while and shout before jumping into the space. I'm a little loud. "

"Well," Wang Ze simply responded, keeping himself focused enough.

But he had just calmed down and had not found any information that could interest him, two figures suddenly came to the side.

A young girl, led by the flight attendant, rushed to Wang Ze with a large bag and a small bag, with sweat on her forehead and breathing a little rapid.

She took a deep breath, put down her luggage and walked quickly to Wang Ze, and whispered in a suppressed and excited voice:

"Wang Xian...Boss! I am your temporary assistant!"

"Um?"

Wang Ze looked up at her, compared the ID photos he had just seen, and nodded slightly.

The person who came was about 1.67 meters tall, wearing a white shirt and light blue tight jeans, was thin and had excellent body proportions. The white sneakers on his feet were spotless, with a slight sweat on his face.

The shower gel should be lemon-flavored.

The breathing frequency is about thirteen times per minute. When you think of the walking distance of the transit station and the purpose of the way she arrived temporarily, you obviously have good exercises on weekdays.

"Hello, I'm Wang Ze."

Wang Ze untied his seat belt and stood up, stretched out his right hand to the girl with a warm smile.

The girl was obviously a little nervous and hurriedly said, "My name is Qi Ming, I'm neat, Cha Ming's Ming! Just call me Xiao Qi!"

She wiped the sweat from her hands and held Wang Ze a brief sternly.

Wang Ze said: "You are a formal employee of the firm, sit down and talk first."

"Okay, I'll go put my luggage."

Qi Ming lowered his head and hurriedly walked away, turned his head and looked at Wang Ze, and found that the boss didn't look at him, so he clenched his fists and made a victory gesture.

The first meeting was a great success!

The flight attendant said softly: "Dear passenger, I'll help you."

"No, no, my luggage is heavy... Hiss, let's go together!"

"Let me do it."

Wang Ze's voice suddenly rang out, and Qi Ming and the flight attendant looked up.

At that moment, Boss Wang held Qi Ming's suitcase handle with an elegant and gentleman smile, and lifted it hard...

The suitcase successfully broke away from the ground mezzanine with simulated gravity and a crisp sound suddenly came from Wang Ze's back waist.

Click.

A few black lines were hung on the foreheads of the two beautiful ladies, and the atmosphere in the cabin was a little solidified.

Wang Ze covered his waist, walked back to his seat silently, turned his head and slapped the strong man lying down.

Tang, it's abrupt.

...

The spacecraft is quickly getting rid of the gravitational range of Hengzhou Star, and the simulated gravity in the cabin is slowly decreasing.

Qi Ming sat on the other side of the aisle, turning his head from time to time to look at his boss Wang Ze, who was only one and a half meters away from him.

The "strongman" police officer lying by the porthole had a thunderous snoring sound from the tip of his nose.

"What's wrong?"

Wang Ze asked without raising his head, and messages were quickly passing through the square screen in front of him.

"Boss," Qi Ming asked in a low voice, "Can I do something for you?"

"How long have you been in the firm?"

"It's been half a year for the boss," Qi Ming whispered, "You have been to the office twice in the past six months. Every time I'm out, I'm out, so I can't meet that...and..."

"What?"

Qi Ming gritted his teeth and said in a low voice but firm manner: "Your strength is definitely of medium level among normal men! It's because I brought too much this time!"

Wang Ze's fingers trembled slightly when sliding the screen.

"Thanks."

"Hey, hehe," Qi Ming smiled, turned his head and tugged his lips silently.

"That," Wang Ze greeted.

"I am here!"

Qi Ming immediately agreed, almost roaring in his heart - promotion and salary increase are right in front of him, perform well!

"It's about an hour and a half before we reach the jump point," Wang Ze asked. "If you don't have any other matters to deal with and don't have to rest, just link to the home star's network and stare at their hot searches to see if there is any information worth paying attention to."

"Okay boss!"

Qi Ming nodded immediately and said in a steady voice: "I don't usually sleep!"

"Um?"

"I mean, I can't sleep on the spaceship!"

Wang Ze laughed silently, made a gesture of invitation to Qi Ming, and continued to look down at the square screen in front of him.

Qi Ming quickly placed his watch in front of him, called out a book-sized projection screen, and quickly connected to the home star network.

Although there is a few minutes of delay, there will be no big problems when browsing hot news searches.

‘Is it worth paying attention to? What case does it mean?’

Qi Ming muttered to himself, her light brown eyes quickly browsed through the beating messages, and her expression quickly became focused.

In just a few minutes, Qi Ming caught a news that the popularity value was rising rapidly.

[Big and big! Dawn Street case! The deceased was shot dead from a virtual community!]

Qi Ming clicked on the news, and a dynamic picture appeared below. The picture of a pitch-bounced black figure crossed the window of the virtual block and shot countless mosaics with one shot.

And under the dynamic picture, a screenshot of a text forum was circled with the words "The person is really dead."

Such an outrageous thing, so high discussion? Isn’t this fake at first glance?

The virtual community Qi Ming is naturally playing, which is similar to a forum platform that collects games.

Although Dawn Street is not very popular in the Sixth Star Cluster, Dawn Street is the only virtual community in its home star, monopolizing the vast majority of its market share.

A shot was fired in a virtual community of data simulation, but in reality, people died. This is completely unlogical.

Qi Ming shook his head, looked at the beating comments, turned on the automatic browsing function, and suddenly saw a photo.
To be continued...