AD.2154.8.18——

Detroit Police Department.

"Oh my gosh, I feel like someone has a heavy metal concert in my head...... Hell, why am I here? ”

[Recognize voice: David Anderson, exit hibernation.] 】

"Good morning, Vice Captain Anderson." Connor opened her eyes and greeted the disheveled officer who had just risen from the folding bed.

"You brought me to the police?" Anderson turned his head around and said, "Ha, I've never been here this early. ”

"Yes, sir, although I know your home address, I do not have a key or permission to enter. (Model)]

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

[Be silent.] 】

"......" Connor tilted his head slightly, confirming the situation at the police station.

The Detroit Police Department is a "standard police station" with a self-modification rate of only 6%, with multiple compartments with various types of office furniture, the chief and two deputy commissioners have separate offices, and the exterior wall of double-sided mirrors is soundproofed and can be turned to opaque mode if necessary.

At this time, there was still about an hour before the start of work, and in addition to Vice Captain Anderson, four other people had already arrived at their posts.

"Hmph, it looks like I lost yesterday," Anderson got up with his instrument straightened and pushed the folding bed into the wall, "Don't worry, I won't break my promise, you can decide whether to patrol or deal with the backlog of cases today." ”

"If my understanding is correct, you mean, I decide what to do, you decide how to do it?" Connor thought for a moment before asking.

"Hah! That's right, you didn't say 'once' or 'all the time' yesterday." Anderson seemed to feel like he had pulled back the race, and his tone was slightly smug.

[Access the Detroit Police Department database.] 】

Get permission. 】

[Search for the dossier assigned to David Anderson.] 】

[Search results: 42 up.] 】

【Start Analysis......】

[5 cases of false positives were confirmed, 17 cases of expired statute of limitations, 10 cases were closed, 7 cases of worthless small cases, and 3 cases were noteworthy.] 】

"In that case, I'd suggest going to District 9, where the most recent report was made before — 4 hours and 23 minutes." Connor raised his hand to try to deliver a message to Anderson's universal tool, but was interrupted by his wave of his hand.

"Don't look at those useless ones, let's go straight to the scene." At this time, Anderson had roughly taken care of his appearance, and compared to yesterday's "sloppy drunkard", he could barely be called a "raunchy police officer" at this time.

"Yes, sir." Connor took two steps back to make way.

"Hey...... You've been standing here since you sent me here yesterday? Anderson passed Connor with a frown.

"Yes, androids only need to save energy, they don't need to rest." Connor responded.

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

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Detroit District 9.

Connor drove David Anderson to Seventh Avenue.

[Extended information, the 9th arrondissement is located between 2nd and 7th Avenues, and is composed of a large number of single-family houses, and the crime rate in the district remains high due to planning and conflict and the complexity of the population composition.] 】

[Confirm the information, someone called the police to say that there were many beatings and shouts in the house of his neighbor who lived alone, suspecting that he had kidnapped or imprisoned. 】

[Objective: Investigate the house and confirm the specific matter.] 】

"Hell, this broken car that should be returned to the factory for scrapping actually said that my blood alcohol content is over the limit?" Anderson, who was sitting in the passenger seat, didn't wait for the car to stop, then pulled the door and jumped out of the car: "Obviously, you also drank a lot." ”

"Sorry, sir, alcohol, as a fuel, has no effect on the logical thinking and behavior patterns of androids, the only effect is that it automatically goes into a dormant state when too much is consumed." Connor got out of the car from the other side, responded to Anderson, and gestured a short distance with his thumb and forefinger: "You only won by so little yesterday." ”

"Believe you've got a ghost ......" Anderson staggered to the house in the case, and then slammed on the door: "Detroit Patrolman!" Open the door! ”

[The patrol officer does not have the right to search, sir.] (Model)】

[Isn't it better for us to call the FBI?] (Rebellious)】

[Follow Captain Anderson.] 】

Connor thought for a moment, and walked over to David Anderson to take a stand.

[Voices are recognized, two people in the room are talking, one of them approaching the door.] 】

"Hello, sir, how can I help you?" A T550 dark-skinned android opened the front door and asked Anderson very politely.

"I don't have time to talk nonsense with a dummy." Anderson shook his ID card at the android and walked straight around him inside.

This time, Connor didn't follow up, just stood there staring at the android who opened the door.

[After scanning, confirm that there are different degrees of repair marks on the head, face, neck, and arms.] 】

"I think there must be some misunderstanding here, officer, I'm a law-abiding citizen." By this time Anderson had arrived in the living room, and the somewhat obese male landlord was talking to Anderson with a little uncomfortable.

"Less nonsense, I ask, you answer."

"Yes, yes, yes."

[Confirmation information: Carlos Otis, mechanical maintenance worker, case record: financial fraud, gambling.] 】

Uh-huh, "law-abiding citizen".

"He called you...... Dummy, aren't you angry? The T550 android, who was standing silently in the doorway with Connor, suddenly asked with some hesitation.

[I'm a dummy myself, why should I be angry? (Model)】

[Do you guess if this sentence is heard, will you go back to the furnace and reinvent it?] (Rebellious)】

[Be silent.] 】

Connor didn't say a word, just looked at the android with a puzzled face, the halo on his forehead flashing a few times with just the right amount of yellow light.

"Listen, I wouldn't have said it to you if you hadn't had a bad master," the android said to Connor secretively, changing the way he looked when he opened the door, "Remember the word [GROX], if one day you think you're no longer a tool or a dummy, but a ...... Life words, it will be useful. ”

"What are you going to do?" Connor listened noncommittally, then asked rhetorically.

"The guy in the house is a bastard, he hates any colored people, but he doesn't dare to provoke them, so he buys me who looks like them, and every day not only instructs me to work, but also beats me with a blunt object that doesn't cause external injuries," T550 seems to be trying to express his gnashing of teeth, but with little success: "I'll put up with it for a while, kill him and run away when I get the chance—yes, I'll stab him as many days as he beats me." ”

"You've been arrested. (Model)]

"Good luck. (Rebellion)]

[No comment.] 】

[Arrest the owner of the house.] (Poor Qi)】

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

"Hey, Connor, you-"

Connor kicked the owner of the living room on the living room couch with a flying kick before Anderson could finish speaking, then tore the back of the couch open.

Red crystals the size of a grain of rice were sprinkled all over the ground.

"Carlos Otis, I arrest you on suspicion of trafficking in 'red ice', you have the right to remain silent, but anything you say will be used as evidence in court." Connor removed the handcuffs from his waist and shook them.