Western District, Northumberg.

Lower Town.

"Master Smith..."

"Cut, call me Brando--I am Brando now, a history enthusiast; and you, my classmate!"

"Okay, Brando!"

Kut follows the good.

You are the boss, you pay your salary...

Of course, you have the final say!

"very good!"

Smith nodded with satisfaction: "You keep talking!"

"According to Dr. Herbert's family, Dr. Herbert's personality has changed drastically since he came back from exploring the ruins and rarely goes home..."

"According to the investigation, there were two other people who entered the ruins with Dr. Herbert: Craig, Tar."

"Tar is a theologian and has no family. Shortly after he returned from the ruins, he mysteriously disappeared..."

"What's interesting is that even with our strength, we can't trace any clues!"

"And Crach is a historian."

"After he came back from the ruins, about two months later, he went crazy!"

"As for the time of death, it was about three months ago..."

"It's a coincidence that Krech's wife is now in our Northenburg. As you tell me, we will visit her now!"

Kuro said as he led the way forward.

"It's very strange! The three people who went to explore the ruins were either crazy, missing, or changed their personalities..."

Smith stroked his chin and thought.

"really!"

Kuro looked lingering in fear: "Fortunately, that ruin disappeared!"

Yes, it's just disappearing!

It's not damaged or collapsed...

But it literally means: it really disappears!

If it were not confirmed by multiple parties, it did exist before the three of them explored the ruins...

Smith thought it was a scam!

If it were before...

He may be shocked by this "unscientific incident".

But now, after experiencing the zombie outbreak and the doomsday turntable, Smith can accept it calmly.

"Now, Crach's wife is almost the only clue!"

Smith asked, "What do you know about this person?"

“It’s so bad!”

Kulo's expression was exaggerated: "It's hard to imagine that a historian and university professor's wife turned out to be a dancer... It's so embarrassing!"

"Is that true?"

Smith said, snapping his fingers: "Cut, here, you don't need to use a respectful title, just call it normally!"

He looked around while rushing.

Under the dim light, there are prostitutes who cursed and asked for money like shrews, drunkards who were drunk and talking big, and children who robbed passers-by and ran away...

In the shadows that cannot be shined by the light, there are more sins happening every moment.

Chaos, disorderly!

Smith frowned.

Speaking of it...

This is his first time in the Lower Town.

Speaking of Lower Town, we have to talk about the history of Northume:

Northenburg, originally an underground nuclear fortress, has been expanded from generation to generation by the Northen family...

Until now, it is more than 20 square kilometers.

What concept?

Almost equivalent to a county!

Such a large area is divided into: Shangcheng District, Zhongcheng District, and Xiacheng District.

The upper city is the Northen family, other nobles, and some large capitalists. They brought a lot of resources and were the controllers of the entire Northenburg;

Zhongcheng District is the backbone force, doctors, scientists, senior electricians... These people maintain Northenburg's operation;

The lower city area is the lucky one who has been infiltrated!

Yes!

You heard it right: it's the lucky one!

Zombies rage outside...

Only a very small number of people retreated from the federal organization!

The remaining majority were left in the city where the loss was raging, and they survived...

Not only do you have to try your luck to find food and live a hungry and full life;

You have to face the threat of zombies!

For these people...

Northumenburg is paradise!

Even everyone in the lower city of Northumeburg is worthy of their envy; and the quota for entering Northumeburg is the doomsday ticket!

...

"Crech's wife, named Dela, lives at 34, 220 Street, Lower Town!"

Kurt reported the investigation information.

but--

The next moment, he was stunned.

In the dim alley, a row of low houses stand tall, exactly the same...

There are no house numbers.

"Brando, I..."

Kut opened his mouth and wanted to apologize.

"It doesn't matter!"

Smith shrugged and disregarded: "Professional things should be left to professionals..."

"Hey!"

He waved not far away.

There are a group of ‘brokers’ there, the younger ones are eleven or twenties, and the older ones are thirty or forty years…

As the name suggests, their job is to build a bridge and establish channels for buyers and sellers!

On the understanding of Xiacheng District...

These people are definitely experts!

What? Why don’t they take the initiative to attract customers?

Because: Behind Smith and the others, there are a few bodyguards who are swaying with ‘good’!

——Of course, what they see is only the surface, and there is more in the dark!

No one thinks that the two of them are walking here safely with their faces, right?

The moment the ‘peers’ were still hesitating…

A freckled man in his twenties mustered up the courage to walk over.

"Damn it, let Bell get a bargain!"

"Yes! Look at those two... I'm afraid they are big shots!"
To be continued...