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Huntela's high cordon, drilled into the scene. The patrol officer on duty, who maintained order, grabbed him. Mr. Hunt symbolically showed his NSA ID. He was accompanied to the scene of the crime by his old partner, Willock, assistant to the president's security adviser. A partner of commissioners who specialize in investigating cases related to the 47th Body Person.

A body with a serious head wound lies on the edge of a street ditch. When the three detectives of the murder squad gathered around the corpse saw Hunter approaching, they all bowed their heads and dispersed. Hunter's priority has been unconditionally approved by the higher-ups, and all subsequent investigations are given priority to Hunter.

"Negro, male, about thirty-five years old; Found in the early hours of this morning. Looks like he's been ..... on the head Fatal trauma. Veteran Detective Jack Sr. of the D.C. Police Department was the first to arrive at the scene, and he reported to Hunter and Willock what he had seen and understood. It looked like the man on the ground had been empowered by some kind of strong acid liquid, a real Daigo. Half of the head had melted into a paste, mixed with the brains that had come out. The face is indistinguishable.

"Fatal trauma? Whether this is an internal or external injury is not clear, and physicists have not yet determined. Willock glanced at the dead man's black brain, which had flowed out. The pulsed shock wave travels through the body, causing the electronic components in the brain to connect to the nerve areas to heat abnormally hot, which in turn melts the brain. There are still differences in the physics and physiology circles about how to divide and determine this series of lethal phenomena, internal and external injuries.

"The site is well protected, has no one touched it?" Hunter began to look around professionally.

"Yes."

"Was there a small power outage around this morning?"

"Yes, it's been restored."

"That's why you told us to be here?"

"We should have no objection to that." Old Jack stood up. The three of them looked at the corpse three meters away, and it was obvious that there was a broken outer glass device -- the wreckage of a simple pulse bomb; As well as on the street wall five meters away, the graffiti of the bird's beak mask and the prominent letter, "M", underneath.

The corpse's dead appearance seems to have been a strong reminder to Hunter and Willock that the man lying on the ground was a dead biohacker. And a highly self-reinventing geek. Even the shoulder blades are stuffed with two charged elements. Otherwise, a slight improvised bomb would not have blown the corpse into the form of a tofu brain. As the pulses passed through his brain, high-energy electron beams flowed along the electronic components all over his body, like a well-distributed line of lightning.

"Who is he? How did you mess with 'Birdman'? "Hunter and his old partner privately refer to the Forty-Seven as Birdmen. Because of the mysterious pattern. Hunter has been tracking down the Forty-Sevens for more than a decade, and although there is no evidence to confirm that they are related to the Forty-Sevens, he has formed an accurate intuition about the events in which the Forty-Sevens are involved.

"What do you think. Do you think he was a punk-style street thug who died on the street in the early hours of the morning? No, Hunt, his name is Tomber; He was a well-paid, highly educated black man. Tom is a program engineer for the Bonville Power Authority. He worked there for seven years and was responsible for regional power dispatch. There is a daughter whose wife is divorced and lives in Florida. The owner of the bar across the street just now recognized his clothes, and Tom didn't live in the neighborhood. ”

Hunter and Willock looked at each other. "Bonville Power Authority?"

"It is one of the federally run national power agencies that controls the entire power grid in Pennsylvania and Maryland, including the White House and the Pentagon."

"You just said he's a power engineer? Also a biohacker? Willock asked emphatically again.

"From what I've seen, he is." Old Jack glared at him, and reached out to show him the crumbling piece of head up close. to prove that there is no problem with his intelligence and eyesight.

"Magical. How he usually works. A snap of your fingers turns off the power brake in the president's room? Or do you want to integrate yourself into the grid? Could it be that his body is also electrically conductive, working like a magician? Willock said with a series of irresponsible nonsense.

"That's what you're going to investigate, what's next, as is customary?" Old Jack stood up and held his fat belly. Biohacker deaths are usually accompanied by specialized medical examiners, given their bizarre alteration of the body's self-characteristic behavior.

"Yes. Pull his body away. Autopsy and laboratory tests, investigate the trajectory of his personnel before his death, company work records, contact people, and call up the on-site monitoring.... Oh, and the pulse has gone back with all the effective monitoring, it's really unfriendly. When Hunter raised his hand, he remembered that the pulse bomb had ruined everything around him. Hunt crossed his waist and looked back at the area surrounded by a cordon. The beak mask is the hallmark of the Academy's Forty-Seven Body. But that pattern could just be a boring doodle. Intuitively, Hunter seemed to sense that something was wrong. The picture of the bird's beak mask on the street wall seems to be unfinished, and it looks like it is crooked. The maker seems to be in a hurry, not as calm and leaky as the pattern he had seen before. Hunter understands that, with the wisdom of a super-Homo sapiens, the appearance of the bird's beak pattern here is not an afterthought. It's done beforehand. They could have predicted that Tom would appear here at the exact time and die as precisely as they had planned. The beak diagram is just a call out of their plans. It's a pity that non-super Homo sapiens can't understand this super-complex mathematical map of information at all. It's impossible, just like ants won't recognize a dog's urine pheromones, and dogs won't understand roadside traffic signs and warning signs.

Being able to make it easy for Hunter to detect the identity of the deceased is either an oversight on the part of the Forty-Seven or a trap; Or, it wasn't the Forty-Seven Body at all.

Willock covers the corpse with a corpse cloth.

"Hunter !!" Willock suddenly gave a look of horror.

"Huh?"

"He still has a heartbeat!?"

“.....？”

"Oh! Oh, God! Old Jack hurriedly made a mass on his chest, "Is this normal, have you ever met Hunt like this before?" ”

"Normal ghost ....." Hunter stretched out his hand and trembled and stuck it on the chest of the "corpse", he actually felt an extremely faint heartbeat! He'd never been anything like this.

"Electronic heart?" Hunter swallowed, still trembling uncontrollably and withdrew his hand. He looked at the professional Willock, counting on him to give an explanation that wouldn't completely upend his own perception. Willock shook his head in a suffrage, but thought of something, and then nodded hesitantly, as if there was indeed a slight possibility.

He ..... Is it dead in the end? Is he still saved! Old Jack's mouth was no longer able to organize his vocabulary properly, and reality had insulted his eyesight and his intelligence. This is too subversive of common sense.

"'Dead' through, no doubt about it." Hunter gritted his teeth and nodded, thinking bitterly. Brain death in medicine is greater than death from cardiac arrest. So to add up, the body must have been dead. But how to explain this heart that still beats weakly?

"There's no need to save it, he's dead." Power took two deep breaths and regained his composure. "We'll have to wait for the results of the autopsy, but you're right Hunter, he has an electronic heart."

"And how do you explain the pulse, which destroys all electronic components, and it also destroys the electronic heart."

"Don't forget, there are already biohackers experimenting with heart protectors. The pulse energy is small, but it destroys the armor. When the electron beam is gone, the charged brace will re-stimulate the heart. It's nothing more than a meaningless shock reaction. The heart is incapacitated and will no longer push the blood, so we can't detect the accumulation of blood. ”

"Heh, my head is broken, what's the use of protecting my heart." Old Jack, who had a false alarm, also exhaled easily, smiled and joked. Although he seems to understand it, at least it sounds like he has a reasonable explanation to maintain his common sense cognition.

"Heart protection.... That certainly works. Hunter and Willock looked at each other silently, neither of them forgetting the case. An archive that has been sealed. It was a case of extortion. Highly skilled biohackers blackmail gang leaders. He hid the evidence of the gang leader's crimes in several scattered computers. And the trigger for uploading evidence is his pacemaker. The moment his pacemaker stops working, evidence is uploaded from various sources at the same time. But in the end, the biohacker was brutally dismembered. And the evidence did not appear on the network on time. Because the boss sent several other biohackers to forcibly implant cardiac protection on his blackmailers. And after his person "died", before the pacemaker completely stopped working, found the evidence of deletion.

"Protect the heart so that biometric authentication continues to work." Hunter muttered, covering the corpse with a cloth.

"This fucking biohacker!" When he covered the fingers of the corpse with a cloth, he found that there were some scattered special glimmers on the sides of the fingers.

"When you shine with your life, you have to finish this ..... before you die" Hunter sighed, the meaning of life as a geek is really extraordinary. On the three fingers of the corpse, there are three invisible shimmer tattoos. This is an introductory trick for biohackers to modify their bodies. But for a dead person to still shine, this is difficult. Maybe it's using the body's remaining heat to glow, or maybe it's absorbing some of the too strong pulse energy and flowing out of the microelectronic tattoo. So much so that after he turned into a corpse, he could still flaunt himself to the outside world as if he was alive.

"What does this mean, 3w?"

"I don't know, it's like a declaration, uh, revolution?"

On the three fingers, there was a faint light that was about to go out.

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