Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 965: Section 632: No. 3 (2)

Chapter 965: Section 632: No. 3 (2)

Victor rented a place to the south of the city, where the rents were cheap at the onset of unrest—you see, Chaos was just outside the city, never knowing when it might breach the walls. Compared to the other three directions, the south bore the brunt.

At that time, Victor rented an attic at the very end of a dead-end street, accessed directly by a three-story lift at the back of the building, without the need to go through the main entrance, hence making it impossible to enter from the second floor.

Malin had Jason and Sostak No.3 climb the stairs, then opened a transport portal and went up to the rooftop with Lulu.

"Why can’t we enter that portal?" Sostak No.3 had a million whys.

"Because your thinking hasn’t been formatted, electronic signals can’t be shallowly contaminated by Subspace. If you went, you’d broadcast to the entire Subspace that an utterly unprotected guy has come visiting. If by chance you get warped by coordinates set there, we’d have to slaughter your body afterward, then back at the shelter, smash your maybe-now- cauliflowered brain."

A very standard Jason-style explanation that left Sostak No.3 speechless, eventually deciding to be a little kinder to his own brain.

Malin pushed open the door, with gold Harold quickly entering ahead of him. They carried instruments that could spare them the misfortune of stepping onto something and losing something.

However, Sostak No.3 had already scanned without problems, and Malin still had confidence in military AI scans.

After Halil entered carrying the evidence collection box needed for retrieving objects, Malin poked his head into the room: "This smell reminds me of the coldest days in Carterburg winter when a bunch of us apprentices were warming up with a mentor, and one guy took off his shoes to warm his feet and socks."

"I remember you telling this story; that day, two-thirds of the apprentices vomited their guts out, having severe physiological reactions to the smoked meat at noon." Lulu finished speaking, took the gas mask with a filter cartridge off her waist, and put it on her head: "Honestly, I’ve had similar experiences, luckily my mentor seemed to have been there before, he threw out that guy wanting to do that, which was good. The bad news was his socks and shoes ended up in the brazier."

"Stop, Mrs. Lulu, I’m already feeling the urge to lean over the window to settle my stomach unease." gold Harold appeared a bit haggard bringing up the subject.

"Did you also have such an unlucky experience?" Malin also put on his mask.

"Yeah, I was the poor sod watching Halil being tossed out, his shoes landing in my arms. Because of that, I lost nearly half an hour of memory." As he said this, gold Harold turned his head to look at Halil: "Halil, you know, my life has been incomplete because of you."

"To hell with your life, Harold, why don’t you consider how you gained Angela’s favor because of that incident, she said, ’oh, my poor Harold.’" Halil took off the box from his back, then patted his own lower back.

"Being handsome means you can do whatever you want." gold Harold responded nonchalantly.

At this, Harold flipped out a pile of clothes from the bed, rummaging through the trouser pockets and turned to look over here: "This guy doesn’t know how to wash clothes at all, heard he hired a laundress to handle all this for him?"

"Yes, according to my records, she should be coming over in two days, poor woman, she’s going to make much less this week. Maybe we should hand these clothes to her, anyhow, a contract between a laundress and a gentleman should be fulfilled." Halil continued the conversation.

"These are evidence, Halil, no matter what’s in the pockets, we must turn in all clothes used by the criminal." gold Harold maintained his typical stoic demeanor, while Malin came out to mediate: "I’ll explain to your superiors, these clothes could be useful to a laundress, whether to prepare for her husband and kids or simply to sell to a secondhand clothing store. I assume none of you would fancy these."

"Certainly not, sir." The three officers said in unison.

This made Malin a bit pleased, so he pulled out some Mowish one-dollar Paper Money, a few coins, and several sheets filled with content illegible to anyone.

Malin handed these sheets to Sostak No.3 and Jason.

Sostak No.3 and Jason reached the same conclusion: "Goldbach’s conjecture."

"What the hell is that?" gold Harold looked puzzled, whilst Harold and Halil wore faces full of bewilderment.

"It’s a math problem, trust me, it’s no fun." Malin took back the papers and read them— the saying was true: the only difference between a genius and a madman is the era.

"Damn this crap." Harold was the first to cast away his curiosity.

"Better I don’t know such things." Halil decided to protect himself from dangerous knowledge.

"Sounds like knowledge I shouldn’t learn about." gold Harold said, turning to walk to another small room.

Sostak No.3 and Jason went to the couch on the side, pushed the sofa away, then began to work together to open the secret compartment in it.

"You scanned it?" Malin walked over, he reached out and pulled out the suitcase from inside.