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Abandoned apartment in Detroit's sixth district.

Connor is staring at the pigeon in a daze.

According to the preset procedure, when the action suggestion option appears, one of them should be selected for execution.

However, Deputy Captain Anderson prohibited himself from eating here.

Gu~gu~gu~ After finding out that he couldn't escape, this gray-white pigeon started turning around to beg for mercy.

Eating or not, this is a problem.

[The software is unstable. 】

This time, when the unstable prompt was "erased", the action suggestion that very firmly asked to "eat it" was above the options that should have appeared long before long:

[Check it, release after judging the condition of the breeder. (Model)

[Carry it to prevent other pigeons from interfering with the investigation. (Rebellion)]

[Eat it! Eat it! ! Eat it! ! ! (Gourmet)】

This... Because the third one ran too fast, the first two did not catch up?

Connor blinked and started an eagle eye scan of the pigeon.

[Confirmation information, square pigeon, 3 years old, there are signs of domestication, did not eat for about 2 days. 】

"Hey, good skills," Anderson said to Conna while waving his arms to drive away the feathers left by the pigeons. "But I think the one in your hand should not be a prisoner."

"These pigeons haven't eaten for days, sir, so I will grab my donuts." Conna squeezed the pigeon's belly again, where it was deflated.

"Oh, is it? It seems that the guy who reported the crime declared that he was mostly false because he felt anomalous. It was about being drowned by these pigeons, and the door theory found that it was wrong, and that there was a problem with the abnormal bionics. After receiving the "I want to report you" warning, he left in a hurry." Anderson immediately made some inferences.

"My judgment is the same," Connor nodded and walked to the window to throw the pigeons out. "After the search of this apartment is completed, you can contact the animal protection department to deal with it."

The option to eat the pigeons cannot be implemented, eating raw is too exaggerated, and taking away the boiled pigeon soup is unconditional.

"Then let's take a look at what this Mr. "keeper" is doing." Anderson waved his arm again to block a few feathers, and left the room first.

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"Wow, look at what we found? A bionic person who may be suffering from OCD?"

The abandoned apartment has three floors. The first two floors have only sporadic "Grox" letters written on the door or the wall. I didn't pay attention or even ignored them. I just came to the third floor, densely covered with walls and floors. Even the word "Grox" on the ceiling caused Anderson to whistle.

[Confirmation information, the total number of'Grox' in the visible range is 24,879, the font is completely consistent, there is no jitter or spelling problem, confirm that the logic and action module can still work normally, the paint used is an oil pen, and one or two layers of writing the same. 】

"He may intend to fill the entire apartment with this word, but he had to terminate it because he was interrupted by the reporter," Connor responded to Anderson while continuing to search the room on the third floor: "If there are similar cases in the future, you can Combine them."

"Perhaps," Anderson also started to check the rooms that are not on the same side as Connor: "Now the remaining question is where did he come to buy pigeons and bird food from the star coins. Ordinary bionics generally use the account of their owner, but The authority of the abnormal bionics should have been cancelled."

"I don't know which department of the Star Alliance I use, but the available quota is quite high. If you have difficulties when you are the deputy captain, I can subsidize you." Kang Na looked at the neat order in her Star Currency account. Eight or eight, these figures will be refilled the next day after their consumption decreases.

"Normal, after all, you are different from civilian bionics. It can be said that it is "Starlink Property". You can spend whatever you want, but if I go to use it, there will definitely be a guy from the supervision department to talk to me, and occasionally invite guests to drink. , The subsidy is still counted—oh! Damn it!” Anderson said as he pushed open a door, and the result was as violent as a fire and then retreated.

Goo goo! Goo goo!

It was densely packed, occupying the floor, sofas, cabinets, window sills, and a room full of pigeons. They all turned around and looked at the two policemen at the door at the same time.

If it is a person with poor psychological qualities, he will sit down on the ground with a soft foot.

[Confirmation information, there are 1780 pigeons, all of them are square pigeons or hall pigeons, most of them have not eaten for about a day. 】

[Confirmation information, the TS1355 medium-sized manual bird feeder has not been activated for about 3 days. 】

[Confirmation information, the purchaser is Fredson Wu (deceased). 】

When Connor observed and found the bird-feeding machine about one person tall, the action proposal was brushed out.

[Start the machine to feed the pigeons. (Model)

[Ignore the pigeons and continue to look for clues. (Rebellion)]

[Leave and report. 】

"Don't be nervous, sir, these pigeons are not hungry yet." Connor bypassed Vice Captain Anderson and walked directly into the room. All the pigeons along the way consciously stepped back to make way for her. Only a small number of pigeons took off and lost. Fall in the distance.

"Oh, I'm nervous? At the beginning, I killed a seven-in and seven-out in the den of the red ice monger with heavy weapons." Although Anderson was in Kouhaikou, he still had no intention of entering the room full of pigeons.

"The purchase money for these pigeons and feed has been found to be the source of a deceased old gentleman. Obviously no one will cancel his account for the bionics of his housekeeping." Conna found that the bird food was still sufficient after checking the feeding machine. , So pull down the switch to activate it.

哗哗哗——Gumbling——

Grain began to fall in the trough, and the pigeons rushed to eat. Although their numbers were large, there was a sense of orderliness and first-come-first-served during the operation. Obviously, they had been trained very well by the owner. Several pigeons of the donut flew in from the window, but flinched and stayed on the window sill not to be approached.

"Hah, I can already think of what the bald man would say," Anderson walked into the room and began to check around, while mimicking in his mouth: "‘I’m asking you to look for clues of abnormal bionics, not to care about a group of pigeons!’

Regarding the boss's bad words about his boss, Connor decided to ignore it and continue to look for possible clues in the space vacated by the pigeons.

Soon, she found a diary, or notepad, on a table full of pigeon footprints.

"Mr. Wu passed away. He left me a sum of money and said that let me'fly freely'. I don't understand what that means."

"Mr. Wu's children and relatives were busy fighting for the property he left behind, and questioned the rationality of Mr. Wu's will in many ways. No one was really sad for him."

"I left, no one cared."

"Because Mr. Wu likes to see how the pigeons fly, I bought a lot of pigeons, and I also learned how to call it "free flight"."

"The pigeons are not free, because they will definitely go back to eat where I stayed."

"I am free, but I have no place to go back."

"I want to see Mr. Wu again."

"I want to go home."

"I want to go home, I want to go home, I want to go home, I want to go home--"

"[GROX]."

"【GROXGROXGROXGROX——】"

[The software is unstable. 】

"Um..." Kang Na closed the notepad: "It's amazing."

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