Sixteen years ago.

That was not long after Niuweizhe took office in the Public Security Bureau. At that time, he was just a newcomer, a newcomer, and was the small guard at the bottom of the bureau. He was full of confidence and fantasizing about solving a major case and arresting the vicious criminals in the galloping duel.

As a newcomer, his daily work schedule is full. He wished he didn't even have time to go to the bathroom all day long, and even sat on his police D wheel.

Sometimes I received a task just after I started eating, and I had to throw the lunch that I had just taken a few bites aside and immediately rode the D wheel to the scene.

The most annoying thing is that even if you go there at this time, you will only find that it is all small things that are not worth the unfinished lunch.

But overall, Oxtail still likes this job.

That era is not as good as it is now - the streets are full of D rounds, and perpetual motion machines have become an indispensable part of people's daily life.

Sixteen years ago, the first generation of perpetual motion machines had just started to operate, and that thing was quite novel. In contrast, using perpetual motion machines to drive the new duel equipment D wheel is still a rare product.

If it weren't for the status of a public security guard, then Oxtail wouldn't have the ability to buy a D-wheel.

In that era, everyone was ecstatic about the birth of Moment. The emergence of the galloping duel pushed the game of duel monsters to an unprecedented height. At that time, the eternal and immortal rainbow light of the perpetual motion machine was the lighthouse of the entire city, the torch that illuminated the future of human civilization and guided humans to the path of evolution.

But at that time almost everyone forgot that although fire can guide humanity to a whole new future, it may also bring destruction.

The night before, a phone call pulled the oxtail out of the quilt. He was sleepy and answered the phone with a bit of sleep interrupted, and asked angrily: "Who?"

"It's me, Oxtail classmate." There was a man on the other side of the phone, his voice anxious and exhausted.

"Who?" Oxtail didn't hear it, and began to wonder if this was a scam call.

"It's me, Murakami. The same high school we attended... When did you become a discipline committee member, you often rob me of lunch?"

Oxtail woke up a little, and the image of a nerd wearing glasses appeared in his mind.

He immediately remembered something and said in surprise: "Wait...Murakami? Are you wanted?"

If he remembered correctly, he just saw this guy's wanted order in the bureau yesterday. However, in fact, he didn't need to be a guard and would definitely not forget Murakami, because Murakami's wanted order had just been broadcast in the news a while ago.

An old classmate who was wanted called himself, the security guard of the Public Security Bureau. Do you think it was not caught fast enough?

"I remember you worked in Haima Group before, right?" Niu Tai asked with a frown, "They said you sold confidential matters to overseas forces. Haima Group sent someone to the bureau a few days ago and asked us to cooperate with the arrest.

You realize that if I report you, it would be a great achievement, right?"

Murakami was silent for a moment and said, "I was wronged. What they said was not the facts. The reason why I was wanted was not because of some traffic secrets, but because...

...Okay, the news actually blurs the key information. I bet that the content Haima Group assigned to you is 90% false.

But the truth is, I was actually a key technician in the Moment development department until I was wanted."

Oxtail was surprised: "Moment? Is it that perpetual motion machine?"

"The machine that keeps the whole city going on forever is right, yes," Murakami said. "That's the department I work for."

"Then why don't they explain..."

"Because I discovered some secrets in the maintenance of Moment," Murakami said in a deep voice, "some secrets they desperately conceal and do not want anyone to know.

They hoped that all this could be covered up so that they could kill everyone who knew the secret.”

"Ha?" Oxtail didn't come back to its senses, "Brother, aren't you drunk high?"

The birth of the perpetual motion machine is an epoch-making milestone in the history of human civilization, marking the new era of human civilization, and it gives everyone hope for the future.

But it sounds like this old classmate meant that behind Moment's shining light of hope, what is hidden is the darkness that must be covered up even at the cost of blood.

"It's true whether you believe me or not."

Murakami's breathing became more rapid and his voice sounded even more nervous.

"If you don't believe me, it doesn't matter. But that's it. I'll give you an address at 2 o'clock tomorrow afternoon. How about you come here to find me?

You are the guard and I am the fugitive. It should be natural for you to arrest me, right?"

The oxtail was even more confused.

"What the hell are you talking about? Why do you do that?"

"Because no one else can trust me anymore," Murakami said. "But before that, you must promise me a condition."

"You talk first." Oxtail said, "Only if you say it, I can decide whether to agree."

"You have to go to a place to pick up something, one that is crucial, and may rewrite the future of human beings. After arresting me, keep that thing well and don't tell anyone about it..."

"Wait, if I don't know what that is, it's impossible to agree hastily..."

"Anyway, it's definitely not something that involves 'vehicle secrets'," he said. "Or, at least, when you see what that thing is, you decide whether to agree to my conditions. Is this OK?"

"Uh... OK."

The other party has already made such a concession, and Oxtail seems to be unable to think of any reason to refuse.

And for Oxtail, this is indeed a good opportunity. After all, Murakami is the key target of the bureau's arrest, and the Haima Group has repeatedly put pressure on them to speed up their progress. As a newcomer, if this person can be arrested, his future career will undoubtedly be much smoother.

Therefore, the next day, according to the other party's instructions, Oxtail rushed to the place he designated and got the thing that the other party asked him to keep.

As the other party said, that thing didn't seem to have anything to do with the charge of "vaulting secret" on Murakami...at least it seems to be the case on the surface.

That's just a card.

And it's just a white card with no patterns, text, etc., and it looks like it's not time to print it.

I really don’t understand how precious a whiteboard is so precious, so I put it in my pocket without thinking too much.

He originally thought that when he met Murakami himself, he would ask in person what was going on with this whiteboard card, but he didn't expect that he couldn't wait until that time.

Because on this day, a super-large perpetual motion machine reactor that shocked the whole world, "zero-point reversal".

The next time Oxtail meets Murakami, it is on the list of casualties confirmed by the "zero reversal" accident.
Chapter completed!