Life Copy Game

When He Ao threw the walkie-talkie back into the pool of blood, the blood on the dagger also flowed cleanly, and the silver blade shone slightly coldly in the moonlight.

He Ao put the dagger back into the scabbard hidden behind his back, looked at the frightened skinny man, and said, "Open your mouth."

The thin man looked at He Ao's cold face, trembled, and slowly opened his mouth.

A piece of something sweet was thrown into his mouth.

This should be the antidote.

he thought to himself.

Still a little sweet.

Under the influence of sugar, his panic calmed down a little.

At this moment, he also realized that the boy in front of him, who looked like a devil walking from hell, had just saved him.

If the other party had come a little later, he might have been the one who fell to the ground.

"What do you know about the operating accident of the I-27 robotic arm a month ago?"

Seeing that the thin man gradually became quiet, He Ao shook his sleeves and asked softly, "Except those that everyone knows."

"I,"

The thin man didn't know why He Ao asked this question. He paused and thought seriously for a moment.

Looking at his expression and movements, He Ao knew that he had asked the right question.

People who get along well with the foreman are usually well-informed.

Although Joey had some information about his parents' death, it was basically told to him by the factory or the investigation team, and there must be some gossip among the workers that he couldn't find out.

"There is a piece of news," the thin man thought for a moment. "Not many people know about it. The foreman told me."

He looked up at He Ao, "The couple who had the accident before applied for a job change, but were not approved. They did not dare to resign. Moreover, it is said that the machine broke down on the day of the accident and they wanted to stop work for maintenance. But they were not approved and the superiors still allowed them to continue working.”

At this point, the thin man was also a little scared, because his current position was actually the position where Joey's parents had worked.

He couldn't help gritting his teeth and cursed, "These bastards never treat us as human beings."

"Does anyone know who made the decision not to allow shutdowns for maintenance?"

He Ao did not speak, but asked slowly.

"It seems that he is a deputy general manager of the factory," the thin man recalled. "It's strange. He is obviously the deputy general manager, but he only manages the work of a small area in Area I, and is away most of the time."

"Does he have any characteristics?"

"He likes to wear a gray suit. It seems like this. Since the accident, he has not been in charge of Area I. I also heard this from the foreman."

"Gray suit."

He Ao thought for a moment, then patted the thin man on the shoulder, "Put your clothes back on, and then you can find a way to sneak away. They probably won't recognize you."

Speaking of this, He Ao paused and asked, "Are you familiar with this area?"

"Mature, mature, mature," the thin man began to take off his clothes excitedly, "This factory in Mader is not for human beings. These security guards are too cruel. Tomorrow I will run away with the bucket and find another factory."

He Ao did not let him change clothes here, but dragged him into another safe alley.

After changing his clothes, He Ao watched the thin man run into the night.

He then left the area following the moonlight.

——

"Dad, are you back?"

Jessie, who had freckles on her face, watched her tired-looking father open the door and walk in. She put the steaming steak on the table and said, "It's just in time. Let's eat quickly. Mom and I have already eaten. "

"good."

Jessie's father looked at his daughter wrapped in an apron and busy, and some of the fatigue on his body disappeared.

He hung his police uniform coat on the coat rack in front of the door and walked to the dining table.

"What's going on today? Are you working overtime so late?"

Jessie looked at her father with some confusion.

"In this business, you have to work overtime."

Jessie's father reached out and threw the transparent material bag in his hand on the table. At the top of the material bag was a printed surveillance screenshot.

In the center of the screenshot is a vague figure wearing a jacket, cap and mask, standing in front of the front desk.

"A major explosion occurred in the Crown District today. Three people were killed. The entire police station is busy with this matter."

Jessie's father picked up the knife and fork and explained softly while cutting the steak.

Jessie glanced at the photo, her body suddenly stiffened, and then she asked casually, "Who is this? Is he the son of some uncle?"

"What's wrong, you want to find a boyfriend?"

The man who was cutting the steak chuckled softly, "You can't look for this. This is the suspect in the explosion. The front desk of the apartment said that he had entered the apartment where the explosion occurred before the incident, and never came out again. , and we didn’t find his body at the scene.”

"Dad, what did you say!"

Jessie's face turned red, she stamped her feet, and walked into the bedroom with her hands behind her back, "Ignore you."

When she was about to close the door, she even made a face at her father, "Just a little bit."

After the solid wood bedroom door was slowly closed, the girl leaned against the door, her chest rising and falling slightly.

She raised her bracelet and clicked on the most recent photo.

In the photo, a group of teenagers and girls were laughing and making various gestures at the camera. This was a photo taken when they had a party together the day before they went to listen to Keke's concert.

And the boy in the jacket stood quietly next to her, smiling shyly.

"Joy..."

Bang bang bang—

While the girl was dazed, a clear knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.

She immediately closed the bracelet and asked carefully, "What's wrong?"

"Girl, you will start your internship at the Morning Daily after class tomorrow afternoon, don't forget it."

"Okay, okay," Jess responded loudly, "I know."

Although Morningside Daily is named after Morningside, it is a newspaper with high influence throughout the federation.

The internship experience at Morningside Daily can greatly enrich Jie Qian’s social practice resume and help her apply for better universities.

——

Bang bang bang—

The old rolling shutter door was banged.

Roger was wearing a white coat, opened the rolling shutter door, yawned, and looked at He Ao, "Didn't you just come here in the morning?"

"It's boring to be alone," He Ao walked into the clinic and said, "Sit here for a while."

After saying that, he closed the rolling shutter door smoothly, "So how is the extraction of the talent sequences of those two going?"

"No," Roger led He Ao into the back room, picked up a test tube rack nearby and placed it in front of him.

"This 'Magician' is already healed. You are lucky to have met me. The three talent sequences from F level to D level have been successfully separated."

He Ao looked at the wooden test tube rack in front of him. Three test tubes flowing with light gray liquid were neatly placed on the test tube rack. From left to right, the colors were from light to dark.