"The final findings...... Just like what was written on that piece of paper, there was not even the slightest deviation in the position of the wound. ”

Waldo threw the report on the table and found a chair to sit down.

Waldo, who has always been calm, has a stinky face at the moment, and the right-hand man of the Secretary General of State is like a third-class civil official, complaining about the mountain of paperwork in his hand.

Continuously accumulating work pressure, no one's affection can be very good, not to mention being caught between the boss who will only look at the results from the numbers and the subordinates who are dissatisfied with the status quo, and the middle-level cadres with heavy responsibilities - not only bear the responsibility of the scene, but also be disciplined in case of accidents, and they will have to carry the black pot if they are strict.

I can't do it anymore.

Although he is only in his 30s, he has insomnia, heart palpitations, high blood pressure, tinnitus, and is always facing life-threatening due to work pressure. Compared with such a high-risk working environment, the salary is only the treatment of a second-class civil official, who can hold it?!

I wanted to say this several times, but when I thought of the glacial smile of my boss and the frightening "Oh, I want to go back to my hometown" concern, Waldo no longer had the idea of quitting his job. He didn't want to die in a carriage accident one day, or be chopped up with an axe by a gloomy man, leaving his wife and children to his boss to "treat him well". As a spy who "knows too much", the cost of quitting your job is likely to be your own life and that of your family - your boss may not be able to pay your salary, but he will certainly pay a bounty for your head, and that's a lot of money to make your loved ones think about how to stab you in the back, even if you run away to the ends of the earth. Eventually, your head will be packed in a box and sent to your boss. This is the truth that Waldo has deeply grasped after hearing and seeing countless human tragedies.

Waldo's life was not easy, but it was far from being willing to take risks, and with a sigh, he picked up the latest information about the bombing and flipped through it.

In just two days, there have been three explosions, and more than 15 houses have been blasted, burned and damaged, but thankfully no one has died so far.

No, it is because it is not a person. Rumours and panic have intensified.

I don't know what went wrong. "Bomb Demon left a statement of the crime before committing the crime, foretelling the extent of the victims and the number of injured" - such rumors spread in Londinum. At first, the spies and messengers were able to use the official rhetoric of "nonsense" to perfunctory and persuade them, but as the number of bombings increased, more specific information such as the situation of the injured and the testimony of witnesses at the scene flowed into society. The panic can no longer be controlled.

People are not afraid of lunatics who attack others indiscriminately. There will always be people who are insane or desperate and hold "I can't get by." Don't even want to live". This is the same as a traffic accident, which is "bound to happen", even if someone is unfortunately killed. People will only think that the person is unlucky.

But if this madman is smart and calm, has a means of killing people that are akin to natural disasters, and can even predict the future - can people still keep their minds calm?

Waldo didn't want to admit it, but deep down he had to admit that he was also full of fear of this madman.

No, this is also sophistry, what is really feared is the clearly visible, established future -

Based on the experience of using a large number of explosives, careful observation and calculation, it is possible to predict the scope of destruction. Again and again, the explosion was pretended, and the scale of the damage, the number of injured, and the details of the injuries were recorded and faithfully reproduced with great accuracy. Escaping the traps and officials after committing a crime, and escaping from the encirclement is beyond the reach of humans.

Houses are dead objects that cannot be moved, and the consequences of interfering with and destroying them can be calculated. But human beings are living creatures, living creatures full of accidental and uncertain variables, and it is impossible to predict who was at the scene at the moment of the explosion, where they were in what position, what posture they posed, what actions the pursuers took after the explosion, and what variables existed in the process. But that report seemed to have insight into the answer to the future, and wrote everything in advance.

Someone who can see the future.

It's not a description or an exaggeration, it's a genuine "prediction" of the future.

Apart from large-scale wars and disasters, what could be more alarming to the public than a bomber who can predict the future?

Since he can predict the future, it is impossible for even the shrewd and ruthless Secretary General and his excellent spies to catch this madman who can see the other party's movements. As long as the bombardier is willing, it is not difficult to invite the adults above to take a return plane, even the big people are unable to protect themselves, how can the people trust the government and continue to live their daily lives with a sense of security?

Anyone with a little common sense knows very well what will happen to a government that loses credibility and authority, and veteran spies like Waldo know it well, so he can understand how heavy the anger and helplessness in Walsingham's heart was when he gritted his teeth and ordered a thorough investigation of the Bombier incident.

If there is even internal strife in the country, it is natural that there will be no diplomatic strategy, colonial expansion, and so on. It is clear which is more important than the one in which domestic stability and the undetermined international interests are more important.

Rubbing his sore and hard shoulders, Waldo threw himself into the pile again.

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"Predict the future......

Minerva put down her napkin and reopened her eyes, seeing the stunned faces of Gloria and the others, and even Roland tried to look away.

After two or three seconds, the princess, who was stared at a little weak-hearted, staggered her gaze slightly, and the empty canned pillars that had been piled up finally included in her field of vision, but at this moment, she also had a small burp.

"It's amazing......"

Gloria, who won the title of "King of Big Stomachs" at the National Academy of Magic, muttered her feelings, even if she had developed certain antibodies to luncheon meat, she never imagined that Minerva would be able to play to this point - luncheon meat stewed prunes, luncheon meat pie, toast luncheon meat coated with margarine, and chocolate stewed luncheon meat were all wiped out, and the plate was as shiny as if it had just been washed.

By any measure, as Gloria said, it's very powerful.

But the person's face quickly warmed up, red and bright like a boiled lobster, and the hands supporting the knees trembled slightly—this was not a reaction of joy or emotion.

"That's not predicting the future. ”

With a cough, Roland brought the topic back to a stern atmosphere.

"To be precise, that's going to be called a future-definite. ”

"Limited?"

"That's right, not a prediction, not an observation, but a limitation. ”

The young man's clasped hands pressed hard, and his tone was calm and suppressed.

It is a skill that only one person in the world can use freely, and it is also a dream ability that is unimaginable to exist in the technological system of this world. (To be continued......)