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Detroit District 6.

"What do you want to eat?"

After confirming that there were no more clues about the "pigeon apartment", Anderson uploaded the results of the investigation to the police database and waited for other departments to take over, while he continued to drive and patrol with Connor, but for some reason he parked his car next to a fast-food restaurant on the street and opened the door and walked directly to the store.

Connor turned her gaze to the shop.

[Confirmation information: fast food restaurant "fried chicken burger", self-employed, food safety grade "C.] 】

[Extended information: Starlink food safety level: health of employees, regular purchase channels, hygiene of storage and handling of food materials, and qualified spot checks on the quality of food on sale, if the above conditions are met, it will be A, and every unqualified will be downgraded by one level, and D level safety level is prohibited from business. 】

[Confirmation information: Hanson Josh, owner of a fast-food restaurant, case record: multiple health fines.] 】

…… Can you eat anything in this place?

["Sir, do you want to consider another one? (Model)]

["You have the final say, androids won't eat bad stomachs anyway."] (Rebellion)]

"No need, thank you. ”】

["Everything on the menu is doubled!"] (gluttony)]

Who is this "glutton" among the three of them? And there seems to be one who has never interfered with options.

"Sir, the food safety grade of this store is only C, do you want to think about it again?" Connor opened the door on his side and followed Vice Captain Anderson.

"No need, if I have a problem eating, I'll come and smash his shop the next day, you just have to order." Anderson waved his hand absently.

"Hey, what's wrong with C? I think C is better than A, don't you think? David? Josh, the shopkeeper dressed in a bit of hip-hop style, winked at Anderson.

"If my partner is going to smash your shop, I'll help her accuse you of assaulting the police." Anderson rolled his eyes.

Why smash?

Connor didn't understand it for a while, and the action suggestions didn't come up with new entries, so she decided to follow the previous batch of recommendations.

"Take two portions of the same food on your menu." She said, "This time I'll please." ”

"Cool~" Qiao Xu whistled and began to get busy: "If the new generation of androids have such a good appetite, then we will make a fortune as a catering." ”

"Ha, trust me, she's just an exception." Anderson casually answered, walked to a nearby round table and beckoned to Connor.

Connor had planned to wait at the counter for food, but walked over after seeing Anderson greeting her and the store deserted because she wasn't there.

"Sir, are you hungry?" Connor sat down and asked, "I don't think it's meal time. ”

"It's not that I'm hungry, it's that you're hungry," Anderson raised his chin at Connor, "Did you notice it yourself when you caught that pigeon and wanted to put it in your mouth?" ”

"Who let it steal my donuts." Connor blinked, the real situation naturally couldn't be said.

"I guess, it's probably the idiot who designed you who gave you the ability to 'digest' organic matter, but didn't put a restriction on you to only eat cooked food, oh~ that poor goldfish." Anderson spreads his hands.

["The goldfish has been compensated at the original price. (Model)]

["Are you worried that I'm going to eat people? (Rebellion)]

["Actually, inorganic matter can also be digested. (gluttony)]

"To be precise, it's not 'digestion', it's 'mass energy transformation' using the Mass Effect core," Connor raised his hand and nodded to his heart, "So inorganic matter is fine, it's just relatively inefficient." ”

“…… What the hell are those guys thinking? Anderson looked at the sky.

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[Confirm information, chicken cutlet burger, calories 1760 calories, large glass of Coke, calories 840 calories, medium fries, calories 480 calories.] 】

"The average person consumes 1,600 calories a day, and this package has more than doubled, so I recommend ...... Anderson Vice Captain? Connor looked at Anderson, who was pinching and nibbling on a burger.

"People always have to die anyway," Anderson replied after a slight pause, adding, "And you've just eaten three servings." ”

"There is no heat build-up for androids, sir, and based on today's log of action, your consumption is—" Connor replied.

"Okay, okay! After eating, we patrol on foot and let the car follow us, so it's all right? Anderson waved his hand to interrupt Connor's upcoming report.

"Hey, David, and Connor, this is the last one, fish and chips." Josh brought a food tray and began to call Connor's name very familiarly.

"Oh my God, Josh, I never knew you had this on your menu." Anderson stared at the ugly fried fish that had just been put on the table and the chips that had been stacked haphazardly.

"That's because you haven't read the menu at all, David," the shopkeeper replied as he turned back to the back kitchen, and said to Connor again, "By the way, Connor, I'm very happy with your boldness, I'll give you a nine-percent discount next time." ”

"You've never given me a discount—" Anderson told him from afar.

"You're ugly—" Josh replied from afar.

"Hell, I'll change my surname to Qiao Xu next time I come back." Anderson muttered and continued to nibble on the burger.

"I guess you might have a lot of questions about me?" Connor tried to change the subject: "You can ask me some questions, and I won't hide them if I can tell you." ”

"That's true, but I guess you'll answer 'no comment' to most of your questions, so let's start with a non-important question," Anderson sipped a Coke, "Why did they design you to be so — eye-catching?" ”

A three-dimensional projection of herself appeared in front of Connor's eyes, a handsome policewoman wearing a police hat slightly crooked, with white hair and blue eyes.

["In order to reduce the probability of desperate resistance of the suspect and improve the affinity when facing ordinary people. (Model)]

["Do you care about being called ugly? (Rebellion)]

"I don't know. ”】

"Even if you praise me, you will not do it any good to you, David. (Poor Qi)]

I found out that this poor strange seems to be keen on doing things.

"Maybe this look is easy to make the suspect let his guard down? I haven't seen any other android officers, so I don't know if they're all like this. Connor threw a piece of fried fish into her mouth.

"There is this possibility, so, what is the feedback of Starlink on the word 'you know'?" Anderson asked in a less hopeful tone.

Oh, that's a real answer.

"The Starlink research department defines it as a virus targeting androids, which only invades logical units when they are in a state of high-speed computing, that is, when the indicator light is red, and then causes their behavior to be abnormal, causing harm to humans or destroying property, and all cases so far meet this inference." Connor lit the blue light on her forehead.

"Oh...... You mean, is that what it looks like? Anderson gestured with the fries in his hand.

When Connor turned her head to look, she saw a female housekeeping android passing by outside the window, holding a rather large cardboard box in her hand, and the halo on her forehead was a blinding red.