Umbrella, The Light of Humanity

August 27.

Italy.

Venice.

Local clock: 09:12.

The sky is blue, white clouds are like flocculents, and the morning sun is particularly charming and warm.

As a famous tourist and industrial city in Italy, the scenery of Venice is indeed unique.

There are many factories in the inland suburbs in the west, and the classically architectural Venetian city can be seen in the east near the sea.

The artificially excavated river channel coexists with the streets. The water in the river channel is drawn from the sea water of the Adriatic Sea. The water quality is clear, and colorful sea fish can be seen from time to time.

There are tour boats for tourists, motorboats for exciting entertainment, and more private boats.

The spaciousness and prosperity of the river channel can highlight the congestion of the street.

at this time.

Venice's Marghera district, on the main road numbered SR11…

Oh merda (fuck)! Questi idioti (the idiots)! Sbrigati (hurry up)!!!

Beep! Beep!!

Just look at a yellow and white taxi that looks like a Beetle, almost blocked on this main road.

The taxi driver with a goatee and a white old-fashioned peaked cap lowered the window, poked his head out, waving his left hand and yelling curses, and his right hand slammed the horn in the center of the steering wheel.

No way, SR11 is said to be a main road, but it is actually just a two-way street.

It is the rush hour for commuting in Venice, and there is a lot of traffic on the roads in both directions, so this taxi can only queue up honestly.

After letting out the breath in his heart, the taxi driver finally felt relieved, and then put his body back into the car.

And in English with a strong accent, he said to the passenger sitting in the co-pilot: I made the guests laugh, haha, in fact, our Venetians are all very good-tempered, but there are some exceptions today.

Well...understandable. The passenger said he very understood.

The passenger was wearing dark gray overalls, brown breathable combat boots, black tight short-sleeved upper body, and a loose brown shirt.

The handsome dress, blond hair parted, and other features all represent that the real identity of this passenger is Leon Scott Kennedy.

Umbrella's trainee intelligence officer.

After talking to the driver, Leon turned his head to look out the window and shook his head helplessly.

Some speechless.

The intelligence officers who graduated at the same time as him have the authority to use the company's vehicles, and there are people to pick them up when they go to strange cities. Why can't he alone? ?

Although the company gave him a lot of travel subsidies, Leon still couldn't understand.

next.

Lyon endured the driver's complaints, finally passed the congested area of ​​SR11, and continued driving to the end of SR11.

Then, the taxi parked to the right, and the driver glanced at the meter.

He smiled and said, Oh, dear guest, the total is 77, which is Euros, not US dollars.

Okay. Hearing this, Leon took out his wallet from his trouser pocket to pay the bill.

Take back the change, open the door and get out of the car.

After the taxi leaves, across the street is the destination of Lyon's trip, the Venice Police Station.

While walking towards the crosswalk, Leon stuffed the change into his trouser pocket, and took out the intelligence officer's exclusive mobile phone to operate it.

First report the situation to the superior, and then review the identity assigned to him by the company.

Putting away his mobile phone, crossing the crosswalk and the crowd, Leon came to the main entrance of the police station.

Go up the steps into the police station lobby.

He found it even more crowded here.

Most of them are tourists from other places, complaining or complaining to the police.

Most were cases of loss of property or disputes with local vendors.

After all, Venice is a world-famous tourist attraction, and the burden on the police station is heavy.

See here.

Lyon went through the crowd again, came to the front desk on the right side of the hall, and showed his ID to the police officer with a somewhat impatient expression.

Said: Leon S. Kennedy, Interpol, is in charge of assisting you in investigating the serial killings on the 25th.

The policeman took the documents and eased his impatient expression.

Yanke? But when he saw the nationality, the police officer still couldn't hold back his complaints.

Immediately afterwards.

The police officers who found no abnormalities in their documents began to contact their superiors.

Soon, the police officer returned the ID to Leon and said, Go to the third floor, someone will receive you.

Thank you. Leon took back his ID and walked towards the third floor of the police station.

Come to the third floor.

This is the office area for plainclothes, detectives and criminal police.

A policewoman dressed in black women's suit pants, a blue shirt, and a police badge and a holster on her waist was waiting for Leon at the edge of the stairs.

Seeing Leon, the policewoman extended her right hand and introduced herself, Aya Brea.

Hello, Leon S. Kennedy. Leon reached out to shake her hand.

Come with me, the sheriff has been waiting for you for a long time. The policewoman named Brea turned and walked towards the office area.

it is good.

Shortly after.

The Chief of the Venice Police Department took a look at Lyon, and only briefly explained a few words before continuing to ask Brea and Lyon, who were in charge of the case, to explain the details.

In fact, not long ago, the director of Venice asked his superiors for support.

It's just that this request was known by the Red Queen, so the Red Queen communicated with Interpol and the Italian police department.

In the end, Leon, whose identity was faked by Queen Bai, came to support him logically.

The director of Venice did not doubt that he was there, and he was busy with affairs, so he just had a quick chat and let Brea take over.

Brea took Lyon to the conference room on the fourth floor, turned on the projector, and explained the details of the case to Lyon.

In the early morning of the 25th of this month, the police found 24 victims.

They were all men, and their bodies were concentrated in the bustling area of ​​Magra City.

The identities, nationalities and networks of the victims vary, and there is no pattern to follow at all, like a case of random homicide.

However, the victims shared similar characteristics.

They are all tall and strong, and they are handsome in terms of public aesthetics.

In order to avoid causing panic among the public and damaging Venice's reputation, the Italian government prohibited the details of the case from being widely reported.

Even so, it is impossible to completely cover up the fact of the serial killings.

Most of the local residents of Venice are panic-stricken, but tourists still come here without hesitation.

After reading the materials and listening to Brea's description.

Lyon said with a serious expression: Officer Brea, besides these, I also want to know more detailed information about the case.

Okay. Brea used the remote control pen to control and play the projected content, and said to Leon in a deep voice:

The deceased also had a common feature, that is, their limbs suffered varying degrees of damage, and there were obvious...

Porcelain.