I have an Apocalypse City-Chapter 340 - : Investigation

Chapter 340: Investigation

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When it was time for Song Jian to leave the game, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. This time in the game, he completed several tasks, including regional tasks, hidden tasks, and plot tasks. Just by these tasks’ extra points alone, his task evaluation will undoubtedly be the highest SSS rank again.

For each main quest’s reward, a few thousand Doomsday Coins are no longer significant to Song Jian. Instead, the recovery speed of his Vitality Points for the next time he enters the game was becoming more and more critical. Many times, in his single-handed battles with bosses, Song Jian relied on his abnormal Vitality recovery speed, ultimately leading to victory.

With an SSS-ranked task evaluation, the reward is a 500% increase in Vitality Point recovery speed. Given Song Jian’s Vitality Points of over 1100, the recovery speed per second surpassed 60, easily exceeding the damage from some small skills.

Just as Song Jian was full of anticipation, a flash of light burst into view, and he found himself back in his rented house in the real world.

“What’s going on? Why didn’t 1 receive the main quest completion evaluation?” Song Jian was taken aback, and his face instantly turned grim.

“Could it be that the main quest evaluation had been updated out after the game was updated? That’s impossible. The original update contents did not include this!” 𝑓𝓇ℯℯ𝓌ℯ𝒷𝘯𝑜𝘷ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝑜𝓂

Just as Song Jian was perplexed, there was a sudden knock at the door of the rental house.

Upon opening the door, he found two people in police uniforms knocking at

the door.

“You are…?” Song Jian asked, wearing a puzzled expression.

“Oh, hello, sorry to bother you. We’re from the Street Police Station. We’re here to do an investigation and would like to ask you a few questions. Could you spare a few minutes?” a policewoman politely asked.

“No problem, no problem. Please come in.” Song Jian quickly welcomed the two of them into his house, and when he turned to close the door, he noticed several other police officers knocking on doors down the street.

“First, we need to ask about your personal information, your name, age, and where do you work?” The policewoman took out a pen and paper and began the interrogation, while a young-looking policeman by her side kept scanning Song Jian up and down warily.

After a simple registration of his personal information, the policewoman asked: “Have you noticed any abnormalities in the past few days?

Song Jian was startled and asked in a puzzled tone: “Abnormality? What do you mean?”

“For example, some people suddenly have extremely high strength, enough to lift a car single-handedly, or even perform incredible feats like walking on walls,” the policewoman gave a few examples.

Song Jian was slightly shocked. Although he had spent several months in the game, in the real world, only three to four days had passed. So soon, the police had started taking notice of the game players?

“Yesterday there was a guy who snatched a purse on the street. He ran exceptionally fast, and there seemed to be a white light beneath his feet. Does that count?” Song Jian frowned slightly and spoke as if he was recalling.

“That certainly counts.” The policewoman’s eyes lit up, and she quickly recorded it: “Do you know that person? Have you seen him since? Can you describe his appearance, in as much detail as possible….”

When Song Jian was about to describe the appearance of the man who used the game’s Acceleration Skill to snatch a purse, he noticed the male police officer’s sudden change of expression.

Following his gaze, Song Jian twisted his head and saw his Octagonal Han Sword on the table, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

After killing the Japanese man at the underground boxing club with this sword, he had casually thrown it on the table due to the damaged scabbard, and the police had arrived before he had time to clean up this morning.

This sword was sharp-edged and couldn’t be classified as an art piece. It was a controlled blade.

“Why do you have a sword here?” the policeman stared at Song Jian and asked. Song Jian was taken aback and quickly replied, “I am a sword enthusiast, and I use this sword for exercising.”

The young policeman was skeptical, looking at Song Jian as he made his way to the table. The policewoman seemed to sense something was off. Her courteous demeanor turned into a serious expression as she scrutinized Song Jian’s every move.

“This sword is sharp. It’s a regulated weapon. According to the ‘Public Security Administration Punishment Law,’ we need to confiscate this sword and impose a fine of 200 yuan on you!” The young policeman said without any leniency. Although Song Jian’s face looked somber, he felt relieved internally. For him, this kind of penalty was insignificant. His main concern was to keep his identity as a game player concealed.

“This sword is borrowed from a friend. I need to return it later. It’s not mine,” Song Jian defended himself.

“That’s not acceptable either. Weapons like this are too dangerous to keep at home. In case of an accident, you would regret it. We have to confiscate it!” The male police officer showed no leniency and picked up the sword.

“Let’s continue talking about the fast runner. Could you describe his features?” The policewoman looked at Song Jian for a long while and found nothing unusual. Apart from a bit of dissatisfaction about the confiscation of his sword, he didn’t show any drastic reaction. Feeling somewhat reassured, she continued with her questioning.

Song Jian gave a vague description of the man’s appearance without revealing the man’s actual look.

Perhaps the young policeman found holding the sword tiring, he put it on the table and started glancing around Song Jian’s house.

The unexpected arrival of the two police officers had Song Jian on edge. He didn’t fear their handguns because of his present strength. Even if hundreds of ordinary policemen were to confront him directly, he could escape at any moment.

However, the consequence of fleeing was too severe. Song Jian knew that he couldn’t afford it. No matter how strong he was, he was not capable of fighting with the state apparatus.

After about twenty minutes of questioning, the two police officers exchanged a glance and slightly nodded. The policewoman put away her pen and paper, stood up, and thanked Song Jian: “Thanks for your cooperation. If you encounter similar peculiar conditions in the future, please call 110 immediately.”

Song Jian let out a sigh of relief, and said with a smile on his face, “Of course, of course, it’s each citizen’s responsibility.”

“Given your good attitude, we won’t impose a fine, but we must confiscate this sword!” The male police officer balanced the sword on his chest, measured its weight, and said to Song Jian.

“Okay, okay.” Song Jian, pretending to be reluctant, watched his sword. Just then, the male police officer’s complexion changed. He looked up and stared at Song Jian, backed up two steps, leaned against the door, and said, “Why is there a smell of blood on the blade?”

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