(You grab the man by the collar.)

(You: Tell me, how did you do it? Why can you block the induction of business robots?)

(Man: I don't know, I really don't know.)

(You have increased the output of mental power.)

(The man sweats on his brow.)

(Man: I really don’t know. Every night from 19:00 to 23:00, the business robots here will be shielded from perception, so I will breathe fresh air here. Brother, please don’t report me Yes, I am willing to give you 10 years in prison, please let me go.)

(You push the man away.)

(The man was crying, and the effect of the psychological suggestion had not dissipated. He quickly lowered his head and ran away, disappearing at the end of the street.)

(You look around.)

(Finally found a hollow floor tile in the corner.)

(You dig up the tile and find a pull ring inside.)

(You pull the tab.)

(A current flashes.)

(You were electrocuted into coke.)

(you are dead.)

(The deduction is over!)

Gu Yi opened his eyes and looked towards the southeast corner of the city.

That street is called Dark Street, a place with hidden secrets, but the difficulty is how to dig out the secrets.He pondered for a moment, since there is no business robot monitoring that place, can he do something more exaggerated?

The man said that at a fixed time every day, the dark street will block surveillance.Even if you think about it with your toes, it is a good place for criminals to gather.

I should observe for a while longer and not rush to investigate.

Thinking of this, Gu Yi closed his eyes again.

(Deduction begins!)

(You came to Dark Street.)

(You climb onto the roof of a nearby building and take a sneak peek.)

(The man squats in the corner until eight o'clock in the evening.)

(He gets up, wanders the street for a while and leaves.)

(The gap between the buildings is so small that you can jump between the buildings and follow the man.)

(You find that this man has a strong sense of anti-reconnaissance. You have been tracking him on the rooftop, but he is still going around in circles.)

(You guessed that he was faking the last time he used psychological suggestion on him, that he only revealed part of the obvious information, not the whole truth.)

(Even the live pull-tab in that place, he may have directed you to touch it on purpose.)

(It is impossible for normal people to do this level.)

(One must undergo professional psychological training like the agents of the strategy group to have a certain ability to resist.)

(The man detoured for a long time and finally returned home.)

(You miss out.)

(You leave the rooftop and go behind the man's house.)

(Others live in crowded tube buildings, but the men live in a shack, which looks dilapidated and may collapse if it is windy and rainy.)

(You dare not get too close, so you have to peep from a distance.)

(The man doesn't turn on the light, but you can hear him seem to be on the phone with someone.)

(According to the series A rules, third-class citizens are not eligible to use any communication tools, and men live in such dilapidated houses that it is obviously impossible to afford a phone.)

(You speculate that the man must be a criminal in this world, and most likely a small boss. You decide not to confront him until you have a thorough understanding of his background.)

(You hear footsteps.)

(You quickly turn over and hide in the trash can.)

(The footsteps stop, followed by a knock at the door.)

(You lift the lid of the trash can to peek out.)

(You frown as a hot, scantily clad woman stands in the man's doorway.)

(The man says he is gay, but in fact he is a guy who can take all men and women, and he can't help being lonely at night.)

(The man opens the door and is obviously stunned when he sees the girl.)

(Man: Do you still have the face to come back?)

(Girl: This is my home, why can't I come back?)

(Man: I don't have a daughter like you.)

(You are shocked.)

(The man pushes the girl out and closes the door.)

(The girl stands at the door for a while, then turns and leaves.)

(You leave the trash can and sneak behind the girl.)

(The girl leaves the dark street and comes to a slightly cleaner street next door. She leans against the wall and lights a cigarette.)

(You go up.)

(You: I have something to talk to you about.)

(Girl: 5 years.)

(You: I don't want that...)

(Girl: Then don’t delay my business.)

(You hold out your right hand.)

(You: Well, 5 years is 5 years.)

(Girl: Do you have a place? No place to follow me.)

(You: No, you come with me.)

(You bring the girl to the dark street, where you can use skills freely.)

(It's too dark, you can't see the girl's expression clearly.)

(You secretly used psychological hints on the girl, and you found that the girl was a little closer to you, and the psychological hints worked.)

(You: Why are you doing this?)

(Girl: Why do you men like to ask this question?)

(You: Just asking.)

(Girl: My family member is sick, which requires me to add 100 million years to my sentence. If I add another 100 million years, I will become a fertilizer. I have no other choice but to sell it.)

(The girl speaks very fast, and her eyes are a little dodgy. You know she is lying, but you don't expose it.)

(You: Then why don't you find a better job?)

(Girl: I am a third-class citizen, what jobs can I choose? Mining, waiter, cleaning staff, it would be nice to reduce my sentence to three years in one day. In this way, I can support me and my family ?)

(You: There is always a way, there are many opportunities, if you work hard...)

(Girl: Stop bullshitting. Your face, like those second-class citizens, is always lying to us with these nonsense. You always talk so lightly, but how can life be so simple? If I can find and easily reduce my sentence Too much work, why should I sell my dignity here?)

(You: At least your dad has been working on it.)

(The girl stops, she stretches out her right hand, and wants to give you back the sentence.)

(Girl: You must be a lobbyist sent by my father, right? I won’t do your business.)

(You: I don't quite understand...)

(Girl: Do you know how my mother died? She just stayed in the mining area for too long, and was reluctant to change a new breathing mask, and finally got lung disease and died. Before she died, her lungs were all black. When composted, those hardened lungs couldn't even be burned in an incinerator. Back then, I swore I'd rather suck the * of a strange man than suck in a heavy breathing mask!)

(The girl lights her cigarette and takes a deep drag.)

(Girl: Sometimes I like to pick up business from second-class citizens, and they give generous tips. Unfortunately, sometimes I have to serve several people at a time, kneeling on the ground and wagging my tail like a dog. Because the rules of the A series have regulations, We can't be alone in a room with high-ranking citizens. Serving them is tiring, but at least it's not as much nonsense as a scumbag like you.)

(The girl walks away.)

(You stand where you are, not knowing what to say.)

(You terminated the game!)

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