Courtyard House: Why is my time-travel experience so shabby?

When Du Weiguo rushed to Hurma, it was already daybreak.

The city of Hurma is small, with a total population of less than 10.

Rather than a city, it is more like a huge factory built on the basis of an oil field. Most of the residents in the city are workers and their families.

Surrounding this small town, there is a vast area of ​​nearly 100 kilometers, all of which are filled with oil fields with huge reserves and oil wells.

However, although Hurma is small in size, it has everything. Although Hurma's city area is not large, it is extremely rich.

The streets in the city are spacious and clean, and the houses are extremely neatly planned, as neat as tofu, which is very consistent with Du Weiguo's obsessive-compulsive aesthetic.

It is worth mentioning that the number of private cars in Hurma is very high, ridiculously high. There are all kinds of cars on the road, made in all kinds of places, like a World Expo.

As for their mental outlook, every citizen looked very good, with their heads held high and their chests puffed out, and they walked with vigor and seemed very confident.

This kind of self-confidence that comes from the heart is very similar to China in the 80s.

What’s even more amazing is that this tiny town actually has a helipad and even airplanes, including inspection and maintenance helicopters specially configured for the oil field.

Even though he was extremely anxious and his emotions had dropped to freezing point, when Du Weiguo looked down at the small town, he still couldn't help but sigh.

Maybe this is the advantage of having fewer people.

If this happened in China, relying on this huge oil field, at least a giant resource-based city would have to be built, with millions or even tens of millions of immigrants.

Then there will be crazy mining, and excessive overdraft, which will soon consume all the resources of the entire city.

After that, the city will fall into an unstoppable decline, and eventually become a deserted city, a dead city, and finally a stagnant pool.

This is not just nonsense from an old man. Many cities in Northeast China, and even the entire Northeast China, ended up like this.

The essence was forcibly drained away, leaving only wailing.

In the center of Hurma, the originally blue-gray four-story central hospital has now been burned into a charred ruin.

It is not difficult to see that the fire was very fierce at that time. All the doors and windows of the hospital were burned out, and even a small half floor of the fourth floor was collapsed.

The air was filled with a pungent smell of burnt meat mixed with it.

The iron gate of the hospital was completely twisted and deformed at this moment, and was leaning on the side of the road. It must have been pulled open violently.

There was also a thick chain lock that was blackened by smoke hanging on it. It was obvious that when the fire broke out, the door was locked from the outside, a typical way to silence people.

At this moment, the broken door was wide open, leaving only a dark hole, which looked like the entrance to hell, as if it was going to devour anyone.

"Mr. Wesley, this is the mayor of Hurma, and the chief of police."

Faisal whispered the introduction into Du Weiguo's ear, interrupting his observation.

It was not difficult to hear the strong contempt in his tone and expression. He was even too lazy to mention the name. Of course, it is also possible that he didn't know.

Privilege is a thing that has evolved along with human society and is almost everywhere.

Even though Faisal acted timid and submissive in front of Du Weiguo, he didn't even dare to breathe.

But in the eyes of these local officials, he, as a cadre of the General Intelligence Bureau, was equivalent to the Jinyiwei in the early years, and was extremely arrogant.

Execute first and ask for permission later, special permission granted by the emperor! A completely unattainable existence, even a single word can determine their life or death.

"This is Mr. Wesley, the most distinguished guest invited by our royal family. He wants to inquire about the arson case. You must report all the details to him in detail without leaving out any details."

Faisal gave the order in the local dialect with a stern face and a serious and majestic tone.

Upon hearing this, the fat Mediterranean mayor quickly and enthusiastically came over to Du Weiguo, nodding and bowing, with a flattering tone:

"Hello, hello, Mr. Wesley, welcome to Hurma, my name is~~"

Anyone who can become an official, especially one who can climb to a position as chief of a city, is of course very discerning.

The fat mayor belongs to a limited class. He doesn't know who Du Weiguo is, and he doesn't even know the existence of the evil spirit.

But seeing that Faisal, a privileged official who usually looked down on others, was as docile as a kitten in front of him.

If you think with your heels, this handsome young Asian man in front of you must be a big shot far beyond your imagination.

Du Weiguo has always hated bureaucrats who are good at empty talk, flattery, and being slick.

So he acted even more indifferent than Faisal. Not to mention greeting him, he was too lazy to even look at him.

"Are you the chief of police? Do you know English?"

Du Weiguo walked past the fat mayor and fixed his eyes on the police chief behind him.

He was probably around 45 years old, with dark skin and a firm look in his eyes. He was covered in dust and his shoes were dirty. It looked like he had already been to the scene to investigate, and he seemed like a man who was doing his job.

"I will say, Hello, Mr. Wesley, my name is Rahman."

The police chief has a heavy accent in English, but his demeanor is good, neither humble nor arrogant.

  Du Weiguo nodded without denying:

"Okay, Chief Rahman, please tell me about the situation at the scene and whether you have found any useful clues, even if they are very subtle."

Rahman is also a straightforward person, no nonsense.

“Well, it has been confirmed that this fire was caused by arson, and the accelerants were kerosene and a small amount of phosphorus powder.

The ignition was caused by a short circuit in the wires, which was also man-made. The method was very professional and should have been done by a professional. "

  At this point, Rahman's tone suddenly became heavy, with a hint of grief:

"The fire broke out at around 2 a.m. and has killed 37 people so far, with 11 people in a coma due to severe burns.

Three of them were shot to death. The murderer was initially identified as one person, with brutal means and unknown motives.

Being able to judge so much information in such a short time, Director Rahman can be considered a capable official.

However, after hearing this, Du Weiguo was actually a little impatient and forced himself not to interrupt.

It’s not that he lacks patience, it’s just the difference in level.

Now, Du Weiguo's subordinates are all talented people with extraordinary abilities, and there are many experts among them. Even the most marginal ones are the most elite agents from intelligence agencies.

Therefore, even though Rahman has performed competently enough, Du Weiguo still feels that he is not able to grasp the main point and is talking too much nonsense.

Rahman did not notice the change in Du Weiguo's expression and continued:

"What's strange is that when we took inventory of the scene afterwards, we found that two oxygen tanks were missing. The refrigerated medicine cabinet and the safe in the vault also seemed to have been stolen. However, due to the fire, we were unable to calculate the specific losses~"

  Hearing this, Du Weiguo couldn't help but be moved and interrupted directly:

"Wait a minute, the oxygen tank was missing and the medicine cabinet was stolen, how did you find out?"

"Hold on."

  Hearing this question, Rahman turned his head and greeted a middle-aged man who was squatting on the roadside smoking and looked shabby:

"Paris, bring me the photo."

The middle-aged man named Paris had a thick beard and was very sloppy, with thick grease on his collar.

With Du Weiguo's keen eyesight, he could even see the food residue hidden in his beard.

Hearing the greeting, Paris flicked away the cigarette butt, seemed a little reluctant, stood up lazily, and walked in a square step.

  Rahman's face suddenly turned black, and he couldn't help but yelled and urged:

"Paris, hurry up!"

Turning his head, he rubbed his hands and explained awkwardly:

"This is Paris, the bureau's trace expert and criminal investigation expert. He's a real talent, but he's a bit lazy."

Paris didn't care at all that the director and the mayor were waiting anxiously, and he continued walking slowly. It took him half a minute to walk a distance of more than ten meters.

When you get close, you can smell the strong sour smell coming from this guy. Paris walked up to Police Chief Rahman, took out a few photos from his pocket and handed them to him, saying in a scoundrel tone:

"Why are you rushing me? Here, the photo you wanted."

While speaking, he even glanced at Feisal and Du Weiguo, and then said to himself sarcastically:

“My goodness, even the big shots in the General Intelligence Bureau were alarmed and asked for external help. I knew this case must be very complicated.

Tsk tsk, our little place Hurma is really in big trouble. I told you to seal off the city right away, but you refused to listen~."

Although this guy was talking to himself, his voice was not small at all and he spoke English. Everyone present heard it and their faces changed drastically.

"Hmph!" Faisal was usually domineering, so his face immediately darkened and he snorted coldly.

The fat mayor was so frightened that he trembled. He glanced at Faisal and Du Weiguo with a pale face, and cold sweat broke out instantly.

Rahman also growled in shame and anger: "Paris, shut up and get out of here!"

  Then, he quickly turned to Du Weiguo, handed him the photo and explained:

"Mr. Wesley, these are photos taken at the scene. Although the safe and medicine cabinet were burnt and deformed, there are still obvious signs of prying. As for the oxygen cylinder, it was Paris who first found it~"

Du Weiguo did not take the photo, but just glanced at it briefly and then shifted his gaze to Paris who was about to turn around and leave.

"Paris, right? You discovered all these clues?"

  Paris turned around slowly, rolled his eyes, looked Du Weiguo up and down, smacked his lips, and spoke in a lazy tone with a hint of arrogance:

"Tsk, yellow skin, black eyes, you look like a Chinese. Boy, what kind of person are you~~"

The fat mayor held it in for a long time, and finally found an opportunity to show off. He quickly jumped out and shouted:

"Shut up! You bastard, don't be unreasonable. This is a distinguished guest invited by our Shate royal family!"

  Police Chief Rahman was also a little anxious. He kept winking at him and whispered:

"Paris, wake up! This is Mr. Wesley. Just answer whatever he asks you!"

Despite being scolded and warned by the mayor and the police chief, Paris still looked nonchalant, with his hands in his pockets and muttering to himself.

"Royal guest, Mr. Wesley, Chinese~"

Suddenly, a barely perceptible gleam of light flashed across his eyes, and he almost blurted out:

"You're here for the reward! The fire was set by those wanted criminals!"

Du Weiguo's lips curled up slightly: "Interesting, what else can you infer? Tell us about it."

At this moment, Paris had put away his previous nonchalant look, lowered his eyelids, and said in a deep voice, word by word:

"Among the wanted criminals with a bounty, there is a hairless white man who is suspected to be a patient. The motive for the fire in the hospital should be to steal medicine and oxygen."

At this moment, Paris seemed to have entered a state of oblivion, his eyes were empty and distant, and he continued to reason to himself:

"The refrigerated medicine cabinet is filled with anesthetics such as Enflurane and Propofol, plus oxygen cylinders. They are going to perform surgery! And it's urgent.

There are only wastelands and oil fields within 300 kilometers of Hurma, no other cities, towns or villages. "

  At the end, Paris suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were radiant, and he concluded with a firm tone:

"In such a hurry to perform the surgery, they can't go too far, and the nearest place they can hide is the remnant of Guangming Mountain in the northwest!"

Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo's eyes lit up: "The remnant of Guangming Mountain? Where is it?"

Paris replied without hesitation: "Northwest, less than 50 kilometers away from Hurma!"

Du Weiguo didn't waste even a second and immediately ordered Faisal:

"Faisal, mobilize the nearest garrison troops, as many as you can, surround the entire Bright Mountain and start a carpet search immediately!"

Feisal immediately showed an embarrassment, and Du Weiguo's face instantly turned cold, and his murderous aura rose uncontrollably, and he rebuked in a stern tone:

"What? Can't do it?"

"No, no~"

Surrounded by the evil spirit, Faisal felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave. His whole body was stiff, his lips were trembling, and he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

Rahman was also frightened and his face turned pale. The fat mayor was the worst. His legs went limp and he sat down on the ground.

  At this time, Paris's calm voice sounded:

"Mr. Wesley, Mount of Light is the holy mountain of our Shat, and it is also a big mountain. Its main ridge is in Mecca, and the area near Hurma is just a branch.

To surround such a large mountain and conduct a carpet search, it would take at least tens of thousands or even more troops. "

Seeing that Paris could still speak calmly even under the shadow of his materialized evil spirit, Du Weiguo couldn't help but look up to him.

"Paris, what's your opinion?"

Paris was also unambiguous, his tone remained calm:

“Mr. Wesley, the person we are looking for now is most likely a patient who just had surgery, so his movement speed must be very slow.

Therefore, there is no need to surround the entire Bright Mountain. We only need to surround the remaining branches near Hurma and then search and drive them westwards."

At this moment, Du Weiguo looked at him more highly, suppressed his anger, lit a cigarette and raised his hand:

"go on."

  Paris no longer had the carefree look he had just had. There was a gleam of wisdom in his eyes, and he spoke calmly, neither hurriedly nor slowly:

“As for the candidates, Taif is home to the Kingdom’s Second Guard Division, whose 32nd fully mechanized motorized infantry brigade has the fastest mobility.

The Second Division also has a reconnaissance battalion equipped with military dogs. If we set out now, we can complete the deployment in about 4 to 6 hours."

As soon as he finished speaking, Du Weiguo grabbed Faisal's shoulder and ordered in a cold tone that did not allow for argument:

"Did you hear me? Do what he says right now! In 30 minutes, I want to see this brigade march out!"

Faisal felt the big hand on his shoulder like an iron clamp, and his bones were instantly broken. The pain made him sweat coldly, and he hurriedly replied:

"Okay, okay, sir, I understand."

"His!"

Fifteen minutes later, on the highway west of Hurma, on several speeding jeeps, Du Weiguo tore off Paris's smelly coat and threw it out of the window.

Rubbing his hands in disgust, Du Weiguo said in a cold and hard tone:

"Paris, how long has it been since you last showered and changed your clothes? What? Are you broke?"

  Paris shrugged his shoulders, looking nonchalant:

"Hey, I'm a bachelor, no one helps me wash my clothes, and I'm too lazy to wash them myself, Mr. Wesley, you have to compensate me for a piece of clothing."

  "Heh~" Du Weiguo was so angry that he laughed:

"Paris, you know what? It's been a long time since anyone dared to joke with me or make requests."

Du Weiguo's tone was sinister, and with a vague murderous aura in it, it made people shudder.

Paris, however, remained unmoved and was very loud.

"I'm not kidding, I'm telling the truth. As for your request, you threw away my clothes, so you should compensate me with one, Mr. Wesley. I know you're a big shot, but you have to be reasonable, right?"

  "Reason?" Du Weiguo glanced at him jokingly:

"Paris, judging from your age, you should be 40 years old. Are you still so naive? Do you still believe in reason?"

  Paris's reaction to this question was quite dramatic, and his face turned red:

"Why not? Reason is the rules. If there are no rules, then this world will be destroyed soon."

"Hehehe~"

Du Weiguo chuckled, his tone teasing:

"So, Paris, you were kicked out of the army by the General Staff Bureau because you don't know how to adapt, and you are the top graduate of the Guards Military Academy. You are now a small policeman in Humar?"

Paris's eyes suddenly became sharp after being touched, and then he became visibly depressed. He turned his head away and stopped talking. (End of this chapter)