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Chapter 51 A Special Person

It was a police detective who came in. Although he was already familiar with Mulan and respected him, he was still a little nervous when he entered the office, because some special characters were painted on the windows and doors of the office. The police officers in this office all guessed what the spell was, because they were afraid of something running out.

"What's the case?"

Mulan had already sat back behind the desk, the detective saluted Ai Wen, and then quickly explained the matter.

"During this time, we are tracking down some unsettled people. It was originally just a small dispute over a strike by workers in a parts factory, but several workers went missing in a row, causing the workers to suspect that the factory owner was deliberately retaliating, so there was a riot, which has spread to several A factory and workshop, several nearby police stations have united to suppress it in the past, we suspect that there are dangerous cult elements behind it, and both the inspector and Viscount Naro hope that Lord Jones will also come forward.”

"Viscount Naro?"

Regarding this unimpressive name, Mulan asked suspiciously.

"It's a big factory owner. The original parts factory belongs to him, and it's also him who loses the most."

Mulan stood up and nodded to show he understood.

"Go ahead and prepare, I'll be there soon."

"Do I need to prepare anything?"

"No, you all follow your own plan, and I'll check it out."

"Okay, then I'll go first."

The detective left in a hurry, and most of the York Regional Police Department was responsible for maintaining law and order in the factory area there. As soon as he left, Ai Wen also got up and left.

"It seems that you have a job, then I'll leave first, and come to me if you need help."

"Do you really think cultists are at work?"

Mulan tidied up his clothes, picked up the cane that had not been repaired yet, and then walked to the coat rack and put on his hat, while Ai Wen just shook his head.

"I hope so."

"I also hope that, compared to the helplessness of ordinary people, there is no need to reason with cultists."

Mulan and Ai Wen left the office successively, one returned to the Cathedral, and the other left with Handel, who had just returned, along with dozens of police officers from the York Regional Police Department.

Winter is coming to an end, but the weather is still very cold. Many police officers of York Police Station are all dressed up, many people bring wooden shields and batons, and then trot towards the scene of the incident under the leadership of several detectives. Mullan and Handel did not move with the officers, but followed from a distance.

Due to the impact of the strike, the steam railcars near York Region have been stopped, and it is impossible to call a carriage for all the police, so they all run.

It took more than half an hour to run to the factory area in the cold weather. All the police officers couldn't take a rest, so they rushed up at the urging of the police detective.

There is a lot of noise on the other side of the factory. There are thousands of emotional workers everywhere. The York Regional Police Station and several surrounding police stations have a combined police force of less than [-]. They are all guarding several main factories with shields. and nearby aristocratic mansions.

Although the workers came with their bare hands, they were all excited and shoved with the police officers who came.

"Let them hand over people, people must be locked up by them!"

"Give it up, hand it over—" "Hand over Kili and the others—"

"Give us enough wages!" "Pay us back what we owe—"

"Back up and back, you are entering private territory!" "If we don't back down, we will use force!"

"No legs, no back-"

Mulan and Handel did not approach, and stood with some passers-by who were standing and watching from a distance. Mulan just watched silently, while Handel, like other passersby, had a shocked expression on his face.

"There are so many people, and many factories are irrelevant. Why do they come together? Are they not afraid of retribution?"

There are also passers-by who are cleaning their glasses and putting them on.

"I've never seen anything like this. Are these workers crazy? Aren't they afraid of losing their jobs?"

"How many people are there, more than 1000?" "I'm afraid there are 2000 people."

"The police are also scared."

"The Holy Light is above, I'm afraid some cultists are bewitching them." "This is in Digao!"

Mulan looked at the excited workers in the distance and didn't say anything, and didn't even have any plans to come forward.

"Bang bang bang bang-"

A police detective fired into the sky, causing the scene to be quiet for a short time. Then, instead of completely frightening the workers, it made them even more excited. Because of their fear, the police couldn't help but attack the workers who were pushing and shoving them with batons. The time scene was even more chaotic. Some workers were injured by batons, and some policemen were surrounded and beaten by workers.
The nobles in those factories were obviously also frightened. Many people returned to their homes and closed the iron doors. The servants at home also brought out their guns, leaving the police outside to support them.

Until the sound of horses' hooves, Digao's army was dispatched, and finally the workers' riot came to an end. The workers fled in panic, and they ran away quickly. The police chased people behind and caught a lot of people. slow and orderly.

It was only at this time that Mulan, who was on the street in the distance, left.

"Hendel, have you noticed the few people I just pointed to, go, don't get lost."

Mulan tightened his collar, moved his stiff hands and feet, took Handel away from the street, turned into an alley, and then the two quickly separated, each tracking the target.

Around evening, Mullan and Handel reunited, because they had been in the same place with each other.

Another half an hour passed, and the people Mulan and Handel followed came out of the small building at the entrance of the alley, along with six or seven other people, all of whom were members of the workers who rioted during the day.

Mulan and Handel did not follow the target, but came out of the shadows.

"Master Jones, do you want me to notify the police to come over?"

"Need not."

Mulan looked up at the four-story building, walked to the door, took off her gloves, and gently touched the door handle.

resonance!

"Gudong~"

The heart and soul vibrated together, and countless lights and noisy sounds appeared in Mulan's consciousness. The blurred outlines flowed with the lines, and the back of a person emerged. Opening the door and entering the door, the emotions ranged from loss, excitement and anger.

In less than two seconds, Mulan let go of his hand, and the light and shadow in his consciousness had not completely dissipated.

Although he has not yet chosen a path, it does not hinder the use of some methods. With his strong spiritual power and his own talent, Mulan can use the power of the Destiny Element to a certain extent, and can also use some other paths.

When Mulan let go, the door in front of him had been unlocked, and it was pushed open with a slight push.

"Come on, let's go up and have a look."

Handel nodded, reached into his arms and pulled out the gun, Mulan pulled out his cane, they entered the door one after another, and Handel gently closed the door.

There will be no sound in the small building. It looks like an empty building, but Mulan knows that someone must be upstairs. He leads Handel gently up the stairs. Although he controls his steps, the wooden stairs are still inevitable. Make some "squeaky" sounds.

When they approached the second floor, a bearded man with a shirt over a vest and a coat was holding a double-barreled shotgun towards the stairs.

"Gentlemen, may I think you're on the wrong track? Get out now, before I get angry, burglary is not a legitimate method! And you, don't try to use your gun, you move, I I'll beat you all in the head."

Mulan raised his hand, and then turned his face to remind the people behind him.

"Put down the gun."

Handel was actually confident that he would hit him before he could fire, but he obeyed Mulan's orders absolutely, so he put the gun on the stairs anyway.

"Very well, now, please turn around, go down the stairs, open the door and go out by yourself, I will be watching you all the way!"

Mulan didn't turn around, just looked at the man quietly. His beard was gray and his face was full of wrinkles. He was not young, but his hand holding the gun was steady.

"Do you know that if someone with a heart wants to check, they can easily find you here, such as us."

"Sir, I don't know what you're talking about. There are a lot of police on the street today. They should be happy to arrest you."

Mulan smiled.

"How do you know we're not the police?"

The man's pupils clearly expanded slightly, then suddenly shrank, the fingers on his hand shook obviously, and goose bumps appeared on Mulan's body for a while, but they didn't move after all.

"If you were going to shoot just now, you'd be down before you hit me."

"Can you pass the bullet faster?"

"It's okay to be faster than your reaction time."

Mulan put down her hand and walked upstairs step by step. The man hesitated and put down his gun, sighing deeply.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to have a cup of coffee, you can go to the kitchen."

Mulan said this to Handel, but did not call him by name.

"Good lord."

The man looked at Mulan in surprise. Didn't the other party come to arrest him?He watched Mulan walk to the room with the door open and the lights on, and he followed.

In the room, Mulan glanced at the bookcase and desk, as well as the manuscript paper on the table.

"I'm writing something."

"Anything to do with those workers' riots?"

Mulan looked at the man, who nodded and shook his head.

"This is not a riot, but a struggle. No one can help them, and no one is willing to help them, so they must unite and help themselves!"

"If thousands of workers lost their jobs, the whole family would be even more miserable."

"No, no, if it's just a few people, they will lose their jobs, and with so many people and so many factories fighting together, those nobles and factory owners won't do too much, they are both fearful and for their own interests. ."

Mulan was slightly surprised. A few simple words were enough to show the extraordinaryness of the person in front of him.

"what's your name?"

"You can call me Moore, but what about you, Mr. Detective, who are you?"

Mulan laughed again.

"I'm not a police detective. You can call me Mr. X. If you don't mind, I want to see what you wrote."

"Please."

Moore seemed to be very generous, and Mulan rudely took a few manuscripts and looked at it. Then he slowly sat on the chair, and his expression became more and more serious.

Although the text is different and the details are different, from a theoretical point of view, Mulan even felt that he was looking at the prototype of "Das Kapital". Of course, this is not complete economics, and the manuscript is also mixed with a lot of personal emotions. speech.

But Mulan understands what kind of power is budding, which makes him even tremble a little with excitement. He has such an idea, but he is a nobleman, and he does not have this kind of subversive power, and he does not have this kind of courage. Knowing how difficult it is, is a more difficult road than stepping into the mysterious world.

But seeing this possibility, Mulan couldn't help but be excited.

"what do you think?"

Mulan grabbed the manuscript paper and slowly looked up at Moore, who was much older than him with anticipation in his eyes at the moment.

"Mr. Moore, you know, you shouldn't be so active now, you should better protect yourself, exclude your personal emotions, and finish it from a calm third-party perspective!"

"What do you think of it?"

"It's destined to be a book, but it's not enough."

A happy smile appeared on Moore's face. He knew that the person in front of him understood his words, and it made him even happier to be able to say such words while he understood. This represented a kind of recognition, and he couldn't wait to think Gotta share something with this stranger.

"What do you think needs to be changed? I still have some manuscripts! I'll show you when I find them."

Mulan had stood up uneasy, and Handel had just brought the coffee, but he couldn't care to drink it, he smelled an unusual breath.

"Mr. Moore, it's time for you to move. In addition to Digao's police, there are other things looking for you!"

There seems to be a black smoke infiltrating in the distance. This is an evolution beyond the immediate level, close to the power of precognition. Mulan clenched the cane in his hand. No matter what the situation is, he must do his best to protect this person.

"Moving? When?"

Mulan looked at him seriously.

"Bring your manuscript, now, right now!"

(End of this chapter)