Sixth day after the Biological Affairs Minister's death.
Fortress, eleventh floor, residential area near Central Ring Park.
It was a little past nine in the evening, Fortress time. Most residents were resting.
Two Upper City Enforcement Team officers were going door to door making inquiries, constantly complaining about this sudden overtime assignment.
"Psionicists are disgusting. They insist on making us look for some Black Storm."
"Wasn't the new Biological Affairs Minister transferred directly from the Psionic Capital? She definitely wants to show some achievements."
"Putting everything else aside, the new minister has a really great figure."
"This household... sigh, let me see. The head of household is Wang Zheng."
Knock, knock knock.
"Coming."
A young man's voice came from inside. The alloy door was quickly pulled open, revealing a young man in a light-colored sweater and loose sweatpants before the Enforcement Team officers.
The officers assessed the man before them. His features were fairly defined, his short hair neat and energetic, and his skin unusually well cared for. His entire person looked clean-cut, with a touch of sunny brightness.
The two Enforcement Team officers divided their work clearly. One examined this "Wang Zheng," while the other looked into the room.
Living alone in a fifteen-square-meter couples' unit?
Probably someone with connections in the Mid-City Security Team.
The Upper City officer's tone became more polite. "Wang Zheng, right? Look over here for a scan... Mm, twenty-four this year. Report your genetic database sequence number."
Wang Jixuan gave him a string of numbers.
The Enforcement Team officer checked them, slowly nodded, and asked again, "Do you live alone?"
"Yes," Wang Jixuan answered with clear eyes.
"Do you know someone named Mu Liang?"
"Mu Liang? Never heard of him."
"Mm." The officer nodded. "He's a major fugitive currently wanted by the Fortress. An