In many movies, two gangs fight each other.

The victorious side will turn around and walk away, occasionally with a fire to the ground.

In his previous life, when Lu Wen was still young, he often wondered why the winning side didn't pick up the guns and bullets of the losing side.

"Maybe the gang just has to be a little more chic."

Later, when he grew up and read some books on this subject, he realized that movies are all lies.

For small gangs, guns are supplies, and there is no reason not to pick them up.

Later, he consulted some screenwriters, and they gave him a blank look, "Save time, which audience wants to watch you pick up a gun?" ”

The two stepped on black asphalt slag through the winding slum streets.

"Poverty makes people lose hope, guns and bullets are their hope, and this dim place can make people lose and make them think that the world is so big."

"So they're poorer."

At the beginning of the summer, Luo actually said very little on weekdays, and he would say a few more words when he analyzed and scolded people.

But this two times came to the slums.

Lu Wen noticed that Xia Chuluo had obviously become more talkative.

It didn't take long for the two of them to come to that place.

It was terrible, and the doors and windows were shattered into slag.

The blood flowed from outside the door to the street, and it had already congealed into blood clots, it was unimaginable that Lu Wen and the others had only stayed in this house for a short time not long ago.

"A pistol can't do that."

Xia Chuluo looked at the shards of wood and glass on the ground, mixed with scraps of bricks.

The whole street was full of people.

Some were gangs, with guns at their waists and in their hands, and several of them were clearly leaders.

Seeing the two arrive.

The gang members got out of the way.

"Miss Xia."

"Miss Xia."

“……”

A passage was formed.

It leads to the room where the murder took place.

"Hmm."

Xia Chuluo nodded, his hands behind his back.

She walked ahead, through the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, through the passage that the gang members had made way out of, her face calm.

Lu Wen, who had 100,000 whys in his heart, walked behind.

There's more than one gang here!

This respect...... Could it be that Xia Chuluo has saved the lives of these gang bosses? That's a bit of an exaggeration.

"Lu Wen, collect blood."

"Okay."

Although I have changed my body, I still have to leave the blood test to a professional.

There's no way he's going to have a bunch of reagents in his body, and it seems that there are androids who specialize in blood testing.

Lu Wen can do a lot of things now, but it also relies heavily on databases, such as comparing fingerprints and face recognition, which are all functions that the previous body did not have, and the implanted program of the previous body did not have these functions.

According to Xia Chuluo, instead of implanting so many programs, it is better to change to an original functional chip.

Lu Wen stood outside the range of blood and looked inside the room.

【Human Corpses】

【Human Corpses】

【……】

【Smoke Bomb】

【Smoke Bomb】

【Pistol】

【Shells】

【Shells】

[Lots of blood]

[Footprints, ...... analyzing]

[Footprints of Fourteen People]

【……】

There were only thirteen corpses in this room.

It was the thirteen gang members that Lu Wen had seen before, bald and strong, gang bosses, who were now all in a pool of blood.

The footprints on the ground were scattered.

Disorganized, Lu Wen could imagine the chaos of the scene at that time.

"The corpse was broken a lot, and the murderer's weapon was a bit powerful." Lu Wen's materials contain many trauma comparison charts of weapons, he has read them all, and then knows how badly he has been deceived by those movies since he was a child.

There were several different models of bullet shells at the site.

The ceiling is shattered.

There were windows on both sides of the room, and one of the footprints with scarlet blood on the ground appeared from under the right window, extended to the corpse of the gang boss, walked a few steps, and then extended back to the right window, and two bloody footprints appeared on the edge of the window.

【Broken Flower Pot】

【Broken Chandelier】

【Overturned Table】

【……】

Lu Wen slowly closed his eyes.

【Simulation function on】

When he opened his eyes again.

The whole world turned into black and white lines.

[Two smoke bombs thrown in from the window on the left side]

Two black-and-white smoke bombs appeared in sight, and thick smoke began to rise.

【Thirteen people in the room】

Thirteen figures of black and white lines became on guard, crouching and cautiously looking at the window on the left.

For a moment, they were barely given any time to react.

[The murderer appears in the window on the right]

【Heavy Weapons】

In the blink of an eye, eight of the thirteen figures fell, lying in the position where they were now lying.

Wrong.

Even if they don't react at the first time, the few remaining people in the follow-up should not be powerless.

Lu Wen could probably guess the results of the blood test.

[The chandelier on the ceiling falls.] 】

There was an unlucky guy who was hit by a chandelier, which was not supposed to be fatal.

But he was shot up, and half of his body was blown open by a powerful force, and his intestines and stomach were ......

Not right either.

This guy fell to the ground head-on, and the one who was shot was also frontal, so he was shot and then hit by the chandelier.

The analog system gives this picture.

【Flower Pot Drop】

Someone panicked, took several steps back, and knocked down the flower pot.

At the same time, a rain of bullets poured down on him.

【Tipping the table】

A black-and-white figure topples over the table.

I don't know if I've watched too many TV series and think that the table can block the strafing of such a heavy weapon, which can't even stop an ordinary pistol.

Lu Wen feels that those TV series are really harmful.

But this is a slum after all, and there are no professionals to make up for these unlucky guys.

"Is the simulation done?" Xia Chuluo's voice came from beside him.

"How do you know I'm ...... Forget it, you can guess anything. ”

Lu Wen switched back.

The simulation system is actually quite simple.

"Based on the posture of the corpse in the room, the direction and strength of the corpse falling are simulated, and the trajectory of the victim's movement before death is judged based on other items...... But I've always said, don't put too much faith in the machine. ”

"I'm also a ......"

"Stop, when I didn't say it."

Xia Chuluo interrupted directly, obviously accustomed to Lu Wen's way of speaking.

She gestured to the inside of the room.

"What did you come up with?"

"In the simulated scene, the gang boss is the last to die, the murderer enters the room, says something to the gang boss, and then pulls out a pistol and shoots him, and then the murderer steps on the blood stains and leaves." Lu Wen said truthfully.

The corpse of the gang boss is the most complete.

"This system is too ......," Xia Chuluo stroked his forehead, "At that time, this system cost more than half a million yuan, and I didn't spend this money if I knew it." ”

"How?"

"Do you see the bloody footprints outside the room?"

"The explanation given by the simulation system is that the killer changed his shoes on the windowsill to cover his tracks."

"Wrong!"

Xia Chuluo shrugged.

"Although the murderer entered the room, he never walked in."

"Take a closer look at that footprint."