File No. 407

The fog in Iron Crown City always carries the smell of cinders that cannot be washed away, just like the background of the city: rust, greed and despair. Shen Yi woke up in the cold and wet of the Ninth District Death Row. In this world dominated by steam and alchemy, he was no longer a federal investigator, but a workshop apprentice charged with "stealing ether crystals." There are only three days left before the hanging, and the original "Shen Yi" has died of fear here. "What a mess." Shen Yi pushed up the non-existent glasses on the bridge of his nose. Relying on his criminal investigation experience and chemical knowledge in his previous life, he saw through the "spar theft case" that could wipe out the whole family at a glance - it was not an expensive energy crystal at all, but cheap metallic sodium that ignites when exposed to water. In the courtroom, he threw the piece of "evidence" into the water in front of the tower alchemist. The explosive fireball not only shattered the lies of the powerful, but also blew open his door to freedom. In order to survive in the meat grinder-like forces of all parties, Shen Yi took the modified black gold knife named "Quietness" and pushed open the door of the underground tribunal. Using mortal logic as his blade and alchemy as his ammunition, he became the Night Watchman's gong, which frightened criminals. From the soul-stealing songs of the Moulin Rouge to the living warehouse of Heihe Wharf, Shen Yi tears apart the city's facade step by step. Facing the huge prosthetic eye that slowly opened in the steam mist, Shen Yi lit a cigarette and fired the revolver filled with supercharging agent. "God? On my autopsy table, it's just another corpse waiting for examination." The sound of gunshots sounded, announcing the end of the long night in the old city.