Detroit: Get poorer.

After finally lying on the bed, I suddenly saw the headlines, and it was a video with the cold face that resembled Marcus as the cover.

For some reason, I clicked on it when my heart moved. It was the video broadcast by the Marcus No. [-] team on the TV station during the day. The background was the studio that I was tired of watching.

I rubbed my chin and thought, although I was wearing work clothes, this face is really fucking handsome.I heard that men with big noses are also bigger. This brother of Marcus No. [-] is not small, right? …mdzz what am I thinking, helplessly patting the head, except for special-purpose bionics, generally there is no such thing... Thinking about it this way, what’s the use of having a handsome face?

I fell asleep thinking about it wildly, only dreamed that Marcus was wearing a blue eunuch palace uniform, begging me not to betray him with a shrill voice, his face was still the serious and handsome face, but his eyes were crying, It really frightened me so much that I lay in bed for a while before recovering from the shadow of Father-in-law Marcus.

It was already dawn, and I was thinking about what to do today. I should get those bionics back and destroy them as soon as possible, so that I can live a life of moths.

Taking advantage of this vacation, I first carefully explored this seemingly messy house, but it is really messy.

What is intriguing is that the original owner actually collected a lot of materials in the 21st century. I spread them out one by one. Most of them are about Einstein’s theory of relativity. Simply put, an object can travel through time and space faster than the speed of light, but this statement has never been It has been practiced, and some scientists have proposed that the theory of relativity does not allow the speed to exceed the speed of light.Because the faster the speed, the greater the energy required to increase the unit speed. When the energy is infinite, it can only slowly approach the speed of light, and it is impossible to equal or exceed the speed of light.

There are also several books about history, which are all recorded detailed historical facts in the 21st century.

Why is the original owner so interested in the 21st century?Did he know I was coming?Or is it that this time travel is completely self-directed and performed by him, and the purpose is to go to the 21st century?

I closed the book, feeling that some memory had been forgotten, and just as I was feeling annoyed, I suddenly heard the sound of glass breaking from the kitchen.

Are thieves so rampant now?I lifted a chair and moved cautiously towards the kitchen.

I leaned sideways and gently pushed open the kitchen door, and saw the bionic man standing innocently against Marcus's face among the broken glass on the ground. He seemed to hear my voice, and his strange-colored eyes looked at to me.

My eyes flowed on his body and stayed in a special position for a few seconds, finally staring at the broken glass at his feet...

my windows!

"Losing money!" I said first, holding up the chair at the same time, with a fierce expression on my face, I couldn't recognize whether it was Marcus or Marcus No. [-], but no matter who it was, I had to lose money.

He frowned, and flipped over the dining table between the two of us. I looked at Marcus X who was approaching in surprise, knowing that the difference in combat power between the two of us was not that big.He slammed down the chair, not caring about the chair, turned around and opened the door, flashed in and closed it.

The door can only be locked inside the house, and I ran to the bedroom, but I bumped into another bionic person head-on, my nose...

I held my nose and took a few steps back, "Connor?" It was the anomalous bionic investigator who came to do a follow-up investigation a few weeks ago but was dismissed by me.

Connor pushed me away, gun in hand, and walked vigilantly towards the kitchen.

For some reason, I suddenly raised my voice, "You are trespassing! Do you have a search warrant?"

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 opened door. Except for the wrecked chairs and dilapidated furniture nearby, there was no sign of Marcus X.