"Mr. Michiling, we are acting on orders, please cooperate." The man in black said very politely to Mickey Ling, who walked out of the cabin.

It seems that Mickey Ling is going to be searched.

Mickey turned his back, put his hands on the roof of the car, and let the man in black search for it.

The man in black touched Mickey Ling's pocket and waist with his hand, and in the process concealed a small movement: a very small object with a hidden button was buckled on the placket of Mickey Ling's clothes.

Obviously, the body search is just a cover.

"You can go home." The man in black finished the body search and said to Mi Qiling.

"I'll just say, you're doing this too much." Mickey Ling said with some disdain.

After that, he returned to the car, and this time, he was going to drive the car home himself.

The thrill of mechanical control is no less than indulging in virtual games, but in the world of 2070, many people have voluntarily given up the skill of driving.

The reason why Mi Qiling is still using this skill and experiencing pleasure from it can only show that he is indeed a minority.

According to the essence of science and technology in the pursuit of efficiency, it is obviously not in line with the logic of efficiency first to reserve the self-driving function for a small number of people, so don't think that this is the 2070 world to meet the needs of humanity, the reason why the self-driving function is retained is because there are certain variables in the urban transportation system.

It's like if there are sardines in a bathtub, the whole school of fish comes alive.

Self-driving is the equivalent of "sardines" in the urban transportation system, which is small in number, but effective enough.

Because the driving trajectory of self-driving is obviously different from that of unmanned driving, this can make the data calculation in the entire urban transportation system more accurate and efficient.

It's like the more you use your brain, the more you use it, the more you use it.

The short journey home made Mickey Ling particularly happy, and his fingers holding the steering wheel were still unconsciously beating.

Soon, he got to the basement, parked the car, and got into the elevator.

Walking into the house, Midou and his mother were sitting outside waiting for him.

The moment he saw Mi Dou, Mickey Ling was overjoyed, and it could be seen from the wet mist in his flickering eyes, that he was only a little away from crying with joy.

But he habitually controlled his emotions, and asked in a slightly trembling voice, "When did you come back?" You okay? ”

"Dad, I'm fine...... Mi Dou walked over and grabbed Mi Qiling's hand, he thought Dad looked very handsome in this tuxedo, "Dad, what are you doing here?" ”

Father and son have curious questions for each other, but the answers are indescribable.

Simply, Mi Qiling, like Mi Dou, grasped the key point and replied with only three words: "Keep it secret." ”

"Dad......" Midou was a little reluctant and shook his father's hand.

"Don't make a fuss, just come back." At this time, my mother stood up and played a round, "Hurry up and wash and sleep, there will be something to do tomorrow." ”

Mickey Ling took off his tuxedo and hung it on the hanger, it was too late to iron it, so he could only wait for tomorrow.

"Don't worry, I want to talk to Midou for a while," Mi Qiling said and looked at Midou and said, "Yes, son." ”

"Yes!" Midou jumped up, he really had a stomach full of things to tell his father.

"What is there to talk about at night...... Seeing that the two of them were so interested, it was inconvenient for my mother to stop them, so she could only say a few words of complaint to prove that her status in this family was still prominent.

Their words were now being transmitted to Aledi's tech team along the signal wave emitted by the microbutton on the tuxedo.