Detroit: Get poorer.

Connor, who was leaning against the kitchen door, didn't respond to me at all. He kicked the door open. I looked in through the open door. Except for the wrecked chairs and dilapidated furniture near the door, there was no sign of Marcus X.

Connor retracted his gun and handed me a file.

The more I looked at it, the more frightened I felt. This is the former owner's career record, and the original owner was also an investigator of abnormal bionics before? !But he was dismissed because the case continued without further breakthroughs.

It's just that I rubbed my hands on the stamped dismissal order. Is it just that I will be dismissed if the case cannot be solved?

"Mr. Wintley, due to your previous job, you have been watched by anomalous bionics." Connor seemed to have something to say about Marcus X's broken window.

"Mr. Wintley, Sheriff Pass wishes you to come back."

Sheriff Pass, I've heard, is the head of the Detroit Police Department.

I'm not Wintley at all, I don't know anything about this job, but... its salary is several times higher than that of an editor of this shit!

Connor took out a job order and put it on the table, turning away as if his mission was done.

However, I stopped him: "What about this door?" I pointed to the crumbling kitchen door.

He paused, probably no one had claimed compensation from him for the reported damage yet.

His led blinked a few times. "The Detroit Police Department will send the compensation to your personal terminal later."

The pace of leaving always feels a little rushed.

I looked at the shattered glass in anger, so I sighed and contacted the bionic man for repair.

When I entered the living room from the corner of the kitchen, I found that there seemed to be an unexpected guest sitting on the sofa.

Marcus's face again, fresh from outside with unmelted snow on his shoulders?

"Marcus?" I asked tentatively.

"Wintle, I need your help." He had a serious expression, not at all looking like he was asking for help.

I was so happy when I heard it, why didn't you think you needed my help when you ran out?By the way, I still remember that I want to dismantle you and sell it for money.

Why is he not afraid that I will go to the police to get a good citizen award?He has a very close relationship with the original owner. An abnormal bionic investigator, an abnormal bionic person, is simply a sadomasochistic relationship.

Thinking about it, I compared the strength gap between the two sides, emmm

"...is there anything I can do."

"On the evening of the 9th, we plan to release the compatriots in the analog control company. The monitoring system around the company needs to be turned off manually, and the switch needs to be verified by humans."

…md I was still editing videos yesterday, you are already going to do such a big thing as robbery.and…

You tm changed your coat again? !I still wear the old clothes of the original owner, inheriting the traditional Chinese virtues, new for three years, old for three years, and mended for three years...

This psychological gap is really...

I shook my head neatly.

"No." If this matter is found out, no matter which job you have, you will lose it, and you won't even have to wear it for three years.

Marcus seemed to have expected this situation a long time ago, and he took out a USB flash drive from his coat.

"One of our compatriots works in the American Imperial Science Research Laboratory. This is their research on space-time travel."

Time travel?I never mentioned my crossing to Marcus.Could he still read minds?

I quickly vetoed this guess, because I always have the core values ​​of socialism in my heart, and defeat all monsters and monsters!

Well, in fact, what is the use of installing this function on a robot in the future.

So, is it the original owner?

The original owner was time-traveled? !

In connection with the books I found in the morning, I think this guess is very likely to be correct.

If I could go back to the 21st century, it wouldn't matter if I sold Marcus or not, I wouldn't be afraid of offending anyone, and I wouldn't worry about whether I had a job or not.

"make a deal."

Marcus seemed to have something to say, he looked at me, then at the direction of the kitchen, but turned and walked out the door.

Suddenly thinking of the duty order that was still on the kitchen table, I ran into the kitchen excitedly.

Where is there anything on the empty table, thinking of Marcus's eyes, md was overwhelmed by him again!

But again?

Why "again"?