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Detroit Police Department.

"Oh my goodness, I feel someone has a heavy metal concert in my head... Damn, why am I here?"

[Recognize speech: David Anderson, exit dormant state. 】

"Good morning, Deputy Captain Anderson." Connor opened her eyes and said hello to the police officer who had just propped up from the folding bed and had some messy clothes.

"Did you take me to the police station?" Anderson turned his head around, not sober. "Hah, I have never been so early."

["Yes, sir, although I know your home address, I don’t have a key and entry permission." (model)]

["No, sir, you went to the police station yourself while singing the theme song of "The Dark Knight"." (Rebellion)]

【remain silent. 】

"..." Connor turned her head slightly and confirmed the situation at the police station at the moment.

The Detroit Police Station is a "standard police station" with a self-change rate of only 6%. There are multiple compartments with various office furniture inside. The director and two deputy directors have independent offices and an external wall composed of double-sided mirrors. With sound insulation effect, it can be switched to opaque mode if necessary.

At this time there is still about an hour away from work, and in addition to the deputy captain Anderson, four others have arrived.

"Huh, it looks like I lost yesterday," Anderson sorted out the meter and stood up, pushing the folding bed into the wall. "Don't worry, I won't go back on it. You can decide whether to patrol or deal with the backlog of cases today."

"If my understanding is correct, you mean, I will decide what to do, and you will decide how to do it?" Connor asked after thinking for a while.

"Ha! That's right, you didn't say yesterday whether it was "once" or "always." Anderson seemed to feel that he had pulled back a bit, his tone slightly complacent.

[Access the Detroit Police Department database. 】

[Get permission. 】

[Search for the file assigned to David Anderson. 】

[Search results: from 42. 】

[Start analysis...]

[Confirmed 5 cases of false positives, 17 expired statutes, 10 closed cases, 7 small worthless cases, 3 cases worth noting. 】

"In this case, I suggest to go to the ninth district, where the latest report was before-4 hours and 23 minutes." Connor raised her hand to try to pass the message to Anderson's universal tool, but was interrupted by his hand.

"Don't look at those useless, let's go directly to the scene." At this time, Anderson has roughly taken care of his appearance. Compared with yesterday's "sloppy drunkard", he can barely be called a "unpolished police officer". .

"Okay, sir." Connor stepped back to make way.

"Hello... have you been here since you sent me yesterday?" Anderson passed Connor by the side, suddenly frowning and turning his head.

"Yes, the bionics only need to save energy, no rest." Kona responded.

"Well, that's fine, as long as you don't delay me." Anderson shook his head and walked to the police station's underground garage first.

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District 9 of Detroit.

Connor drove David Anderson to Seventh Avenue.

[Extended information, the ninth district is located between the second street and the seventh street, and is composed of a large number of single-family houses. Due to planning and conflicts and the complexity of the residents, the crime rate in the district is high. 】

[Confirming information, someone reported to the police that there were repeated blows and screams from his solitary neighbor's house, suspecting that he had kidnapped or imprisoned. 】

[Mission Objective: Investigate the house and confirm the specific matters. 】

"Damn it, this broken car that should be returned to the factory for scrapping, even said that my blood alcohol level is over the standard?" Anderson, who was sitting in the passenger's seat, pulled the car door and jumped out of the car without waiting for the car to stop: "You obviously drank a lot. "

"Sorry, sir, as a fuel, alcohol will not affect the logical thinking and behavior patterns of the bionics. The only effect is to automatically enter the dormant state when the intake is too much." Kona lowered from the other side The car, responded to Anderson, and used his thumb and index finger a short distance away: "Yesterday you won by only one difference."

"Believe you have a ghost..." Anderson walked staggeringly towards the house in the case, and then vigorously patted the door: "Detroit patrol! Open this door!"

[The patrol has no right to search, sir. (Model)

[Are we better calling FBI? (Rebellion)]

[Follow Captain Anderson. 】

Connor thought a little and walked behind David Anderson to stand still.

[Voice recognition, there are two people in the room talking, one of them is approaching the gate. 】

"Hello, sir, what can I do for you?" A T550 black-skinned bionic man opened the front door and asked Anderson very politely.

"I don't have time to talk nonsense with a dummy." Anderson shook the officer's card at the bionic man, and walked directly around him to the room.

This time, Connor did not follow up, just stood there staring at the bionics who opened the door.

[After the scan, confirm that the head, face, neck, and arms all have different degrees of repair marks. 】

"I think there must be some misunderstanding here, police officer, but I am a law-abiding citizen." At this time Anderson had arrived in the living room, and the rather obese male homeowner was slightly uncomfortable talking to Anderson.

"Less nonsense, I ask, you answer."

"Yes Yes Yes."

[Confirmation information: Carlos Otis, mechanical repairman, case: financial fraud, gambling. 】

Well, "law-abiding citizens".

"He called you... dummies, aren't you angry?" The T550 bionic man standing silently with Kona at the door suddenly asked with some hesitation.

[I am a dummy, why should I be angry? (Model)

[Guess if this sentence is heard, will you go back and remake it? (Rebellion)]

【remain silent. 】

Kang Na didn't say a word, but just looked at the bionic man with a puzzled face, and the halo of her forehead flashed just a few yellow lights.

"Listen, if it weren’t for you to have a terrible host, I wouldn’t tell you," the bionic man secretly said to Connor when he opened the door blankly: "Please remember this word [GROX] , If one day you think you are no longer a tool, a dummy, but a...life, it will be useful."

"What are you going to do?" Kang Na listened uncomfortably, and then asked back.

"The guy in the room is a jerk. He hates any people of color, but he dare not provoke them. So he bought me who looks similar to them. Every day, he not only instructs me to work, but also uses a bat, etc., which will not cause trauma. The blunt device beat me," T550 seems to be trying to express his feelings of biting his teeth, but it is not very successful: "I will endure it for a while, and I will kill him and run away when I find a chance-yes, how many days will he hit me, I will poke How many knives he has."

["You have been arrested." (model)]

["Good luck." (Rebellion)]

[No comment. 】

[Arrest the owner. (Poor)

"No, I don't think it's that much trouble." Connor waved at the T550 and stepped into the entrance to the living room.

"Hey, Connor, you--"

Before Anderson finished speaking, Conner flew up and kicked the owner sitting on the sofa in the living room, and then tore the back of the sofa.

Wow la la-red crystals the size of rice grains spilled all over the floor.

"Carlos Ortiz, I arrested you on suspicion of trafficking in'Red Ice'. You have the right to remain silent, but anything you say will become a testimony." Kona removed her handcuffs from her waist Shake it.

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