Bionic Era

　　 Wen Lu washes the dishes in the kitchen.

　　【Cold·War】

　　 The analysis system suddenly gave such a prompt.

　　 But this should be a problem that only arises in the relationship between boy and girl friends, and he and Xia Chuluo have only met for less than a day.

　　 So bionics are really unreliable sometimes.

　　 After washing the dishes, Lu Wen walked out of the kitchen.

　　 Xia Chuluo is still leaning on the sofa, her expression is indifferent, she has never looked at her phone, just sits and doesn't know what she is thinking.

　　【Men should take the initiative to ease the relationship】

　　 The system gave such a prompt.

　　 It just so happened that Lu Wen was going to do it.

　　 "About your parents... I was a bit too much just now and didn't consider your mood." Lu Wen sat down on the sofa.

　　 "I can't control my emotions, so I never have friends, my fault." Xia Chuluo responded simply.

　　 Did this girl apologize?

　　 Uncontrollable emotions, mental illness, or natural bad temper?

　　 As expected, genius is not perfect.

　　 Lu Wen was about to say something, Xia Chuluo's cell phone suddenly vibrated, and someone called.

　　 "Hello?" Xia Chuluo said lightly.

　　 "Someone died..."

"Yeah, I got it."

　　 A few short sentences.

　　 Lu Wen just knew that there was another murder case just now.

　　 "Let's go, someone has died, and suddenly I feel better."

Ok?

　　 How come these words sound weird.

　　 The night is getting darker.

　　 The moonlight was blocked by thick clouds.

　　In the gray mist, the airship moving slowly looks like a huge monster.

　　 Steel surrounded the city, and dark red rust spread across its body.

　　 The lonely tone is always cold, the dim blue and gorgeous purple covering the tall buildings, a little hazy in the gray fog, at first glance, prosperous and declining.

　　 The night looked deserted, and the gray mist engulfed the entire world.

　　 Old newspapers fluttered on the unnamed street.

　　 "It's too quiet."

　　 Lu Wen drove the car slowly, and Xia Chuluo sat in the co-pilot.

　　 Visibility is very low, but fortunately he is a bionic.

　　 On both sides of the fuzzy streets, there are homeless people sleeping in piles of waste newspapers, and office workers returning home alone. The night and dense fog swallowed their bodies.

　　 "Most people live far away and spend an hour or two driving to work in the city every day." Xia Chuluo said while sending news to Lu Wen.

　　 "It's a cement column again, and it is also built by Landi. The position is not low, the former executive..." Lu Wen received the message from Xia Chuluo.

　　 There are too many unfinished reinforced concrete buildings in this huge city.

　　 They stand alone in the noise.

　　 People build cities in the desert and turn them into new deserts.

"The fourteenth district, a ruined building, the foreman ran away, the workers were dismissed, leaving a lot of materials and machines, no one took over. The incident happened an hour ago. If not unexpected, it should have been tomorrow morning. Someone found out." Xia Chuluo slid his phone, "but a street painter ran over to report the incident and told the story."

　　 "But the deceased is not called Li Jian." Lu Wen continued to browse the information. A bionic person can browse the information while driving, which is not possible with a human body.

　　 "Tell me what you think." Xia Chuluo put down the phone, already taking the general case in mind.

　　 "The 200,000 reward is very high. It is not ruled out that the little artist created this case for the 200,000."

　　 "This idea is good, what else?"

　　 "This deceased also belonged to the Landi Construction Group. Perhaps there was an enemy who saw Li Jian's death and decided to take the risk and imitate the crime."

　　 "Not bad."

　　 Half an hour later, the car came to the fourteenth district.

　　 The dazzling car lights hit the gray steel bracket.

　　 wormwood grows tenaciously in the sand and gravel of the construction site and is full of greenery.

　　 The sand under my feet is a little soft.

　　 "It didn't rain today, the murderer should have left footprints."

　　 The two walked into the construction site side by side.

　　 I saw the scene as soon as I entered.

　　【Drag marks】

　　【Footprint·161cm】

　　【Second Footprint·174cm】

　　【Overwhelming weeds】

　　【Blender】

　　【Blood Steel Pipe】

　　 [rusty steel bar]

　　【Rope】

　　【……】

　　 Just glance at the scene, you can probably imagine the scene at that time.

　　 The scattered red bricks were stuck in the sand, the messy and broken plastic sheet was covered on a bag of cement, and the scaffolding was scattered all over the place, all rusty.

　　 The scene has been sealed off.

　　 Of course, it’s no different if it’s blocked or not. Few people have ran away from this abandoned construction site so late.

　　 More than a dozen executive officers arrived, it was too late, only two or three were dressed in front, and one guy even wore pajamas.

　　 The little painter who reported the incident was also brought over.

　　 The little painter is very young, seventeen or eighteen years old, with golden hair, wearing a colorfully dyed denim shirt, and a few holes in his pants.

　　 is not too tall, he is still holding the drawing board in his hand.

　　 Seeing that everyone was almost there, I started to inquire.

　　 "It's so late, why are you still outside?"

　　 Obviously, because the deceased was not Li Jian, many people were suspicious.

　　 Two hundred thousand, which is enough for people to take risks.

　　 And the object is this down-and-out street painter.

"I... I am short of money. Today... I saw the reward today, so I was ready to try my luck. The previous case happened in District 14, so I... I went to the nearest construction site." It seems that this is the first time the little painter has spoken in front of so many people, a bit stuttering.

　　 He held the drawing board in his hand tightly and shrank his head.

　　【Stuttering】

　　[The eyes did not dodge]

　　【Without excessive posture】

　　【The tone is relatively stable】

　　【……】

　　 [Judging that there is an 87% probability of being the truth]

　　 A senior bionic executive made a judgment, and UU reading www.uukanshu.com sent it to the group.

　　 There were also human executives who asked their bionic assistants and came to a conclusion.

　　 Lu Wen also sent his results to Xia Chuluo.

　　 "The probability of 83%—91% is the truth."

　　 This is the final conclusion interval.

　　 Everyone temporarily chose to believe in the little painter.

　　 "Tell me what you saw."

　　 The little painter began to describe the scene at that time.

Two people.

　　 The victim was only about 1.6 meters tall, while the murderer was taller, about 1.7 meters tall.

　　The murderer carried the victim on his back and walked into the construction site.

　　 Start the blender.

　　 On the way, the victim woke up once.

　　 The two scuffled into a ball.

　　 That's why the scene is so messy.

　　 "I wanted to help him, but I...but I...my body seems to be stiff and unable to move, I can hear my heart beating..."

　　 This is fear.

　　 Fear occupies most of the little painter's heart, making him finally choose to shrink.

Human nature.

　　 After the murderer left, it took half an hour before the little painter dared to run out of the hiding place and hurried to the executive bureau.

　　 "The man has been holding a steel pipe in his hand, that's the one over there."

　　 Then everyone noticed the steel pipe.

　　 I thought this was originally on the construction site, and the blood on it was only the blood of the victim. With the meticulousness of the murderer, he must be wearing gloves, so it is of little reference value.

　　 Unexpectedly, this steel pipe was actually brought by the murderer.