The "city" had cameras at night as well, but because of the problems caused by the light sources, they could not capture images in the darkness.
Even though there were streetlights at regular intervals along the streets, it was not impossible for someone to avoid those light sources if they really wanted to.
Detective's investigation of the surveillance footage had not produced the result he wanted most. There were too many suspects.
He knew very well that even without any evidence in his hands, he could demand that the people he considered suspicious be arrested, or even executed on the spot.
But he still hoped to obtain more conclusive evidence. He had always warned himself to beware of the absolute corruption brought about by absolute power.
That night, he changed his outfit, making himself look more like someone living in the lower levels, and slipped into a bar at an intersection.
Alcohol was not cheap. On the surface, ten years ago, one yuan could buy a glass of beer. Here, two yuan was needed for a glass of watered-down beer.
To get an undiluted beer in a large glass, one needed to pay five yuan.
Not everyone could afford to spend five yuan on a large glass of beer, but some people did.
After all, life in the lower levels was plain and unremarkable: six to eight hours of work every day, followed by lower wages and nothing to do.
Detective ordered a beer—mushroom beer.
Mushrooms were all the rage in the refuge at present. Their extremely fast growth had allowed them to replace the staple foods of the past and become the new staple food. Through genetic modification, mushrooms actually had a fairly good taste and texture.
Brewing alcohol from mushrooms was not impossible. A small amount of grain