The Divine Armor of the Old Century（Book 1）

Chapter 3

Victoria Central Hospital.

This hospital is one of the oldest in the entire Envigre, and its top-notch medical standards are commensurate with its long history. Over the years, the hospital has undergone several expansions and is now one of the few buildings in Old Dunlin that spans two districts. To ensure its medical services, the Mechanical Institute has even established a dedicated energy supply pipeline for the hospital.

Not far from Victoria Central Hospital lies the Sualan Hall, the highest security force in Old Dunlin. If needed, mounted police can arrive here with rifles loaded to the brim within ten minutes of receiving a command.

Due to its immense size, Victoria Central Hospital has taken on many other responsibilities in recent years, such as collaborating with the Sualan Hall.

Bodies involved in cases are sent here for autopsy, but the corpse of sailor Wal, evidently, was not considered important. No one claimed it, and it wasn't crucial. According to protocol, his body would be transferred directly to the Royal Medical College for students to practice surgery on. However, due to someone's insistence, this worthless corpse underwent a rare autopsy.

The police officer looked at the young girl standing in the corridor with impatience written all over his face.

If it weren't for her insistence on the autopsy, he would be enjoying a rare moment of rest at his desk. In Old Dunlin, the people of the lower districts were hardly considered citizens of Envigre in the eyes of the police, and they never took them seriously unless the case involved someone from the outer districts.

But this young girl was different. It was her first case, and she was determined to find something.

Full of enthusiasm and drive.

Once upon a time, the police officer was like her, but now he was a shell of his former self, worn down by life. Perhaps seeing a glimpse of his former self in the girl, he tolerated her persistence. To him, life was boring, and he believed that the girl would give up in a few days. All he had to do was wait.

"Has the report come out yet?"

The girl finally caught hold of a nurse and anxiously asked, "Officer, you know the report has to be signed by the director. Maybe he's busy right now. Please wait a bit."

The nurse's face was creased with an embarrassed smile. Since early morning, when the body was brought in, this young officer had been waiting here, asking every hour. It was really annoying. She thought, what did he expect from the autopsy? Slaughtering pigs? Even pigs take half a day to bleed out. What could be found in such a short time?

"Oh, okay," the girl said, a hint of disappointment creeping into her excited little face. But soon, a loud explosion rocked the air, rekindling her interest.

The blast came from the street, shattering the outer glass windows. The crowd screamed in panic, and a grayish-white mist filled the air.

"Eve!" shouted the officer, pulling out his baton.

"Is it a terrorist attack, Officer Presley?" Eve, the rookie detective, excitedly drew her sidearm.

"It's probably just an underground steam pipe explosion that blew off a manhole cover... Put your gun away, we're here to maintain order," Presley said, feeling a headache coming on as he looked at the energetic newcomer. He hated his luck; why did he have to be the one assigned to mentor this greenhorn?

Hot steam filled the streets, and after a brief panic, the crowd settled down. Old Dunlin was vast, not just in terms of area but also in its underground facilities. Beneath people's feet lay the most complex network of pipelines in the world, growing wildly like a dense spider web.