"Keep checking. Rewind step by step. ”

"The time step needs to be specified." The AI said sarcastically. It seems that even the video scanner does not want to continue to get involved in this case.

A wave of annoyance shook through my mind like a rough blade. I didn't punch the card until six o'clock, and now these rules and regulations at the top have made me feel malice. I'd even prefer to wade through knee-deep scrap heaps in the assembly area.

I just want to go out and chase the culprit with all my heart. By the way, smash something along the way. That couldn't be better. I snorted sullenly and blew away the broken hair in front of my face.

Today is the first day, Vi. Behave well. Make friends. Don't pound things. I repeated this morning's meditation in my mind and took a deep breath.

"Three-square—no, four-square-one-step." I said to the machine with the greatest patience I could.

The image shakes again, and the hologram reverses very slowly. I watched the light bullet until it was out of range of the surveillance camera and retreated into the lift. It was pitch black in the elevator. The surveillance inside has been disrupted. All I could grasp was a glimmer of light in mid-air.

"Based on the trajectory of the ballistic, the suspect's height and type of weapon are inferred." I say.

The light in the darkness danced slightly with the beep of the calculation. Thin neon light outlines the outline of a polygon. The killer is very tall...... But other than that, there are no further details in this rendered image.

"It's all fake." I growled. In Downtown, we never relied on these cool holograms. "With such a computer model, how do we start looking?"

"Query error. Restate your question. "I suspect that this AI was deliberately programmed with this kind of condescending attitude. Or perhaps, this guy's character was inherited from its creator.

Moseley smiled, "That's how we do things here, detective. "He deliberately emphasized my new title, wanting me to understand that I was no longer a coolie in the lower city." It's just that once in a while, a mouse takes advantage of the loophole, but as long as the light above our heads is not extinguished, everything will be fine. And you have to think about it this way, aren't we clean and comfortable now? ”

His false comfort made me grit my teeth. I looked away from the model and stared at Moseley. I can't blame him for anything. Most of his attention is now on my datablocks.

"So, do you want to put this thing on?" He asked.

I turned off the hologram. There is no useful information left in the projection. "I don't believe in escalation." I whispered.

He finally looked at me, "Son, this isn't a downtown bargain. "He's holding a block of data dangling in front of my eyes." This is the real guy. From above. "The data block reflects the light emitted by the video terminal, prominently reflecting the inverted triangle logo of the Source Project Group lab above." You know it's new, and at least it's cleaned up. ”

It was clear that Mosley wanted this. I rubbed the back of my neck.

"I just loaded one, less than a cycle ago." I lied. "So I don't want to overdo it." I lifted my old buddy from the table. "And, it still works well with the fists." I held out a hand to him and motioned for him to give me the data block.

Social etiquette churned in the bottom of his heart, and finally squeezed out a drop of sweat. I think he's hesitant to swallow this subroutine on the spot. But he just frowned and handed me the chunk.

"The next cycle is when I upgrade the next time, if you're sure you don't want it......" he proposed.

I turned around and walked towards the exit.

"I'll tell you." I didn't look back. "Partner."

"Hey, where are you going?" There was a hint of concern in Moseley's voice, but not much.

I put on my gloves and walked into the lift.

"Go do some dirty work."

The unseen

The floor numbers kept counting down, and I stood in the high-speed lift, staring at the failing monitoring head. The micron lens is covered with a layer of gray. The man who came to kill the doctor knew that the center's eyeliner was everywhere. The elevator was empty, and I could move my shoulders and stretch my arms back. Usually this big box is stuffed with the workers of the center, because they can't afford to pay the rent on it. The lift service has now been suspended until the center has resolved the doctor's case.

It should be said that until I solved the case. For Moseley, the murder of an unlicensed doctor is completely unworth the interruption of his daily commute and the impact on the center's efficiency. The elevator sped up suddenly, and for a moment I felt weightless. I subconsciously turned off the inertia damping on my gloves and dragged me with their weight. After a few moments, the lift stopped and the weight returned.

The front door slid to the side. A digitally synthesized sound came from the humid air. "Lead-in layer. Watch your step. ”

I pulled up my lens and walked cautiously out of the darkness of the elevator into the mist of light that shrouded the bridge. The lower town is still the same, damp and sticky. I could feel the moisture condensing on my neck, just where the ends of my hair touched my skin.

The bridge deck is empty, and there is no half of the stalls at the junction of the bridge and the market. The shutdown of the commuter lifts has also shut down nearby businesses. So it's impossible to meet any witnesses, even if they're willing to talk to the police.

I took a few steps up the bridge and looked back at the lift. The lift was set to manual mode, so the big black box had to wait for my instructions to return to the center. Based on the estimated height, this is where the killer stood when he fired the shot. Just one step further and the killer will be caught on surveillance on the bridge. From here, the water vapor exchanger where the doctor is hiding is almost a hundred meters away. This killer is definitely not an amateur character.

I looked at the bridge deck. There are some scratches on the metal surface. I crouched down and examined it carefully. This is a recent legacy. Any scratch that lasts more than a day will cause significant oxidation. Since the murder, both the bridge and the elevator have been closed. I scanned the scratches, and a string of numbers jumped into the bottom end of the sunscreen. If these marks are left by the killer, then the person is much heavier than all normal augmentations.

I can almost be sure what the city bulletin board will say. The center will report that a doctor at a demolition shop was killed by armed workers, or something like that.

An abnormal wind blew wet hair onto my face. From the edge of the visor, I could see that the bridge was still empty. I sniffed. It's ozone. I tensed the muscles in my shoulders, opened the charge coupler on my gloves, and knelt on the deck on my knees.

"You know, a level 6 sustained stealth in a public commuter area is already a violation of the Central Jurisdiction's regulations." I declared into the air.

The puddle of water in front of him trembled slightly. The gloves immediately sent a charged vibration. A hooked iron fist smashed into something. Before my smile could fully unfold, my fist was grabbed by an unseen force.

The punch of the fist was too strong. I was stumbled by the stealth man and slammed into the fence of the bridge. Thankfully, the panels on his body barely absorbed the impact of the ground.