"Sir, what were you doing from ten to eleven o'clock last night?"

"I'm in the hotel, it rained a lot last night, and I can't go anywhere." The doctor lifted the glasses on the bridge of his nose and replied truthfully.

"Were you in your room, or in the hall on the first floor?"

"My own room."

"Is there anything to prove?"

"I think the innkeeper can prove it, there must be surveillance here, why don't you ask him?"

So the mechanical deacon approached the innkeeper at the front desk.

The innkeeper put on a sad and painful look and said, "I don't want this kind of thing to happen, which boss would want this kind of thing to happen at his doorstep?" Business will not be good for a while, alas, those student couples who have opened rooms will probably go to other hotels. ”

"We need the hotel's surveillance, and we hope you can provide it truthfully."

"Huh? That's a problem. ”

The innkeeper sighed, hung his head, and said: "The monitoring line was bitten by rats last month, and I didn't have time to repair it during this time, alas, it's all my fault, I can't bear that money, if I had known......"

"Please take me to see the bitten line, I'm tired."

The other mechanical deacons were not idle.

They're going to call up the surveillance of the neighborhood streets.

However, it is unfortunate to find that the surveillance of this attachment was broken more than 20 years ago, and the cameras were stolen and sold as scrap metal.

The breakfast shop opposite the hotel was also not monitored.

"The person who shot him was supposed to be standing in the front desk, face to face with the deceased, probably having a conversation, and the deceased was not a tenant of the hotel."

"The murderer should be someone in the hotel, did the boss say anything?"

"He said that he went to the toilet at that time, heard a gunshot halfway through, and when he came back, he found a man dead at the door, and he did not move all night to protect the crime scene."

"How long did it take to hear the gunshot?"

"Let's lock down this hotel first......"

During the investigation, more and more people were outside the door.

The roads in the city were already narrow, and now there are no roads, and people even stand on the second-floor rooftop of the opposite building.

There were people who drove to work and scolded non-stop, and now it was quite noisy.

It wasn't the first time Lu Wen had seen these mechanical deacons.

They are not androids, and they are quite different from androids, closer to the robots in old-school science fiction movies, and the shells are all metal.

But the years had caused the paint to peel off the metal, and rust spread across all parts of the robots' bodies.

These machines also make tooth-aching "creaking" sounds when walking, which is particularly uncomfortable to listen to, and it may be that there is not much liquid between the joints responsible for lubrication.

"Where were you last night, sir?" A mechanical deacon asked Lu Wen.

"I've been in the hotel and haven't been anywhere." Lu Wen replied with a smile.

"Any proof?"

"You can call up the surveillance, the surveillance of the hotel, and the surveillance of the streets around here, and take a closer look to know that I am not lying."

Lu Wen's attitude is very good and quite sincere.

"The surveillance around here is broken."

"Then I'm sorry, but I really didn't go anywhere last night."

"Did you hear a gunshot last night?"

"I didn't pay much attention to this, the thunder was loud last night, and I was watching a movie with headphones on, even if someone really shot, I guess I couldn't hear it."

These old robots are stuck in a dead end.

They began to get together, synthesize the clues they had gotten, and discuss them slowly.

The people in the hotel were very cooperative, and they didn't move around at will.

"The time of death is about ten o'clock."

"Many people reported hearing gunshots, but others said that there was a lot of thunder at the time, and they were not sure if it was gunshots."

"One shot is fatal, and the murderer is a veteran."

"There were no shell casings or warheads left at the scene......"

People with guns are certainly the top suspects.

But the mechanical deacons were embarrassed to find that most of the people in the inn had guns.

It's a very special time, and there are a lot of outsiders, and they know that.

"The Floating City is about to make a move, and these outsiders are probably here for the Floating City, which is very troublesome."

"Has the identity of the deceased been confirmed?"

"It's confirmed, the identity information is valid, I have informed the family of the deceased, they are coming this way."

But the first to come was not the family of the deceased.

Several black cars were parked on the side of the crowded street, and more than a dozen people got out of the cars.

These people are very special, as long as the arms are exposed, you can see a tattoo of a city on the forearm, and the appearance of the tattooed city is very similar to the city floating in the sky.

The crowd suddenly dispersed and made way for a passageway.

"It's the people of the temple."

"That dead guy also has a tattoo on his arm, and he is also from the temple, so it is estimated that the two forces are fighting again."

People are whispering.

People in Canterlot often talk about the two organizations after dinner, but no one dares to talk about them loudly to their faces, unless they are disgusted that they have lived too long.

It didn't take long for someone from another organization to arrive.

Of course, I came to see the play.

The Secret Gate, this organization has always opposed the Floating City, telling people that the Floating City restricts the development of the Central City below, controls everyone's minds, and prevents people from having access to a complete education.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please don't leave the hotel for too long these days, we may have some inquiries and investigations in the future."

The mechanical deacons bowed slightly and apologized, and the lockdown was lifted.

Empty consumption is not an option.

Road congestion is a big problem, so they have to go back first and investigate slowly.

They took the body from the door, and left with the family of the deceased, who had just arrived.

It's just that the families of the deceased are more particular about their work, and in less than half an hour, they bought a wreath and placed the big wreath at the door of the hotel.

The innkeeper's face turned green.

How else is this going to be a business?

He was about to go out and move the wreath a little away when the temple man walked in.

And then there's the cliché plot.

Cruel words, threats and so on.

"We died two brothers last night, if you let me know......"

With a fierce look, he turned the gun in his hand around twice from time to time.

Those clichés and cruel words are probably learned from some movies.

Lu Wen can even deduce the afterword from their preface.

I talked about it for half an hour.

The people in the hall on the first floor were full of food and drink, burping and wiping their mouths before the temple guys were willing to leave.

Before leaving, a guy was still holding the boss's collar.

Repeat the essence of those cruel words before.

The boss nodded again and again, and said that if he knew who did it, he would tell them immediately.

"It's pretty much the same, if there's something to hide, you know what's going on!"

After the harsh words, these guys turned around and took a stand.

Ordinary people are still more afraid of them and hide far away.

The weather was already bad, the sky was overcast, and the sense of oppression brought by this group of people was quite great for the ordinary people, making the already gloomy streets seem even darker.

They didn't entangle with the guys who came to watch the play in the secret door, they just got in the car and drove away.

More than ten seconds later.

The cars hadn't gone far yet.

I heard a few loud "booms".

This dark world of black and white suddenly has a little more colorful firelight.

Scarlet blood and shattered limbs flew across the sky, accompanied by countless blasted car parts.

If only this scene could be still.

It must be quite a work of art.

……

Good night, book friends!