Bionic Era

Lu Wen was washing dishes in the kitchen.

【cold war】

The analysis system suddenly gave such a prompt.

But this should be a problem only in the relationship between male and female friends, and he and Xia Chuluo have only known each other for less than a day.

So bionics are really unreliable sometimes.

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

Xia Chuluo still leaned on the sofa with a calm expression, never looked at his phone, just sat, not knowing what he was thinking.

【Men should take the initiative to ease the relationship】

The system gave such a prompt.

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

"About your parents... I went too far just now and didn't consider your mood." Lu Wen sat down beside the sofa.

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

The girl actually apologized?

Unable to control emotions, mental illness, or natural bad temper?

Sure enough, geniuses are not perfect.

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

"Hello?" Xia Chuluo said lightly.

"Someone died..."

"Yeah, I got it."

A few short words.

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

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

Um?

Why does this sound strange.

The night is getting darker.

The moonlight was blocked by thick clouds.

In the gray mist, the airship slowly moved forward like a huge monster.

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

The lonely tone is always colder, the bleak blue and gorgeous purple cover the tall buildings, and it is a little hazy in the gray fog. At a glance, it is prosperous and declining.

The night seemed deserted, and the gray fog invaded the whole world.

Old newspapers fluttered in nameless streets.

"It's a little too quiet."

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

Visibility is poor, luckily he's an android.

On both sides of the blurry street, there are homeless people sleeping in piles of waste newspapers, and office workers returning home alone. The night and thick fog engulfed 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 a message to Lu Wen.

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

In this huge city, there are too many unfinished reinforced concrete buildings.

They stand alone amidst the hustle and bustle.

People built cities in the desert and turned the cities into new deserts.

"In the fourteenth district, there is an unfinished building. The foreman ran away, the workers were dismissed, leaving behind a lot of materials and machines, and no one has taken over. The incident happened an hour ago. If nothing unexpected, it should have been completed early tomorrow morning. Someone found out." Xia Chuluo swiped her phone, "But a street painter came over to report the crime and told what happened."

"But the deceased's name is not Li Jian." Lu Wen continued to browse the information. The bionic person can browse the information while driving, but the human body cannot.

"Tell me what you think." Xia Chuluo put down the phone, and had already memorized the general case in his heart.

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

"That's a good idea, what else?"

"The deceased also belonged to the Landi Construction Group. Perhaps some of the enemies from the past saw Li Jian's death and decided to take the risk and imitate the crime."

"good."

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

The bright headlights hit the gray steel bracket.

Wormwood grows tenaciously in the sand and gravel of the construction site, full of greenery.

The sand under my feet was a little soft.

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

The two walked into the construction site side by side.

As soon as I entered, I saw the scene.

[drag marks]

【Footprint·161cm】

[The second type of footprint · 174cm]

【Overwhelming Weed】

【Blender】

【Blooded steel pipe】

[rusty steel bars]

【rope】

【…】

Just by looking at the scene, one can probably imagine the scene at that time.

Scattered red bricks were sunk in the sand, bags of cement were covered with messy and torn plastic sheets, and scaffolding was scattered all over the place, all rusty.

The site has been cordoned off.

Of course, it doesn't matter if it's sealed or not. It's so late, and few people run to this abandoned construction site.

A dozen or so execs arrived, too late, only two or three were in the right turn, and one guy was even in pajamas.

The little painter who reported the crime was also brought here.

The little painter was very young, seventeen or eighteen years old, with blond hair, wearing a colorfully dyed denim jacket with several holes in his trousers.

He is not tall, and still holds a drawing board in his hand.

Seeing that everyone was almost there, I started asking questions.

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

Obviously, since the deceased was not Li Jian, many people became suspicious.

Two hundred thousand is enough to make people take risks.

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

"I... I'm short of money. Today... I saw the reward offer today, so I was going to try my luck. The previous case happened in the fourteenth district, so I... I found the nearest construction site." It seemed that the little painter was speaking in front of so many people for the first time, and he stammered a bit.

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

【Stuttering】

【Eyes don't dodge】

[The body does not have too many postures]

[The tone is relatively calm]

【…】

[The judgment has a probability of 87% to be true]

A senior bionic executive made a judgment and posted it to the group.

There are also human executives who ask their bionic assistants and get conclusions.

Lu Wen also sent his results to Xia Chuluo.

"83% - 91% likely to be true."

This is the final conclusion range.

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, around 1.7 meters.

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

Start the blender.

On the way, the victim wakes up once.

The two wrestled into a ball.

That's why it's such a mess.

"I wanted to help him, but I...but I...my body seems to be stiff, I can't move, I can hear my heart beating..."

This is fear.

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

Human nature.

After the murderer left, half an hour later, the little painter dared to run out from his hiding place and hurried to the executive bureau.

"That man has been holding a steel pipe in his hand, the one over there."

Only then did everyone notice the steel pipe.

I thought it was originally on the construction site, and the blood on it was just the blood of the victim. Given the meticulousness of the murderer, he must have been wearing gloves, so the reference value is not great.

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