A young male with brown hair and a round face wearing metal-rimmed glasses appeared on the screen, holding a search warrant granted by the City Security Bureau in his hand. Munch hurriedly pressed the hidden button on the workbench, and the workbench immediately flipped over. The countdown and holographic display area retreated to the background, and the desktop switched to normal mode.
Bain heard movement outside the door, jumped out of bed, and barked at the door. Munch touched it with his finger, and Bain immediately became more honest. In fact, Munch was a little nervous. After all, he didn't know the reason for the police's visit. He touched his earlobe and asked Bobo to check the detailed files of the visiting police. After adjusting his facial expression, he clicked the confirmation button and opened the door.
Bain immediately circled around the policeman, nuzzling him with his nose. He also acted very friendly, reaching out his hand and stroking Bain's back. His saliva dripped on his polished leather shoes. I don't care either. After a while, Bain sat quietly aside.
The policeman smiled and said to Monk: "Dude, is there any water? I'm almost dying of thirst. Climbing twelve floors is equivalent to one of my regular physical training sessions. Seriously, you should go to the Watson Building The manager complained that the elevator often had problems and it was too inconvenient to get up and down. If necessary, I can come forward to coordinate."
"This policeman is really talkative." Munch secretly sneered in his heart, walked to the workbench, took a glass of water, and handed it to the sweaty and panting man in front of him. As he drank, Monk looked him over again. He is young, in his early twenties, somewhat fat, and wears a police belt with the logo of the City Security Bureau on his stomach.
The policeman drank all the water in the glass in one go, then burped at Munch, wiped the sweat off his face with his hands, looked around, and finally stretched out his hand to Munch: "My name is Calvin ·Yang, first-level police officer of the City Security Bureau, thank you for your cooperation with me. My inquiry will be over soon and will not take up too much of your time." Upon seeing this, Monk stretched out his hand like a machine. This was his It was the first time I saw such a polite policeman, and of course the first time I saw such an amateur policeman. After all, until now, Monk didn't know the purpose of his visit.
Calvin pulled up the recorder from the arm implant and began recording conversations related to the case. "Let's start with the basic information first. Name: Monk Bryan, occupation: Staff of the Volcanic Rock Library. I have been to that store several times. It is on the corner of Bai Feng Road in the Juvens District. The types of books collected in it Complete, there are also many out-of-print paper books..."
Seeing Munch's wry smile, Calvin realized that he was off topic and quickly changed the subject from the chat. "Let's just skip this paragraph and get to the point. According to the surveillance video of West Street last night, you appeared at 11:43 pm, right?"
"So it's because of the disappearance of Beverly Andrew?" Munch's anxious heart relaxed a little. At least it had nothing to do with illegal body modification. "Officer Yang, isn't that right? The news said that No. 19 Sike Street, the surrounding surveillance cameras were destroyed. How did you know that I had been to that street?"
"Although the surveillance was destroyed, the camera at the entrance of the alley still captured some useful footage. Look at this. By the way, what is your body identification number? I will synchronize the footage to you." Monk responded to the actions of the policeman in front of him. Surprised, "Can such important evidence be directly synchronized? However, it doesn't seem to do any harm to me." Munch cooperated with the identification and matching, and Calvin synchronized the incomplete picture to his arm body.
The information showed that this was a scene at the entrance to the alley of No. 19 Sike Street. In the incomplete image, everything around was blurred, except for a white object that was swinging constantly. "After biometric identification, this white object is the tail of a living Bellington, and there is only one registered in the entire city of Tozcana, named Bain." At this point, Calvin glanced at the person in front of him. Bain was lying on the ground, licking his paws.
"Yes, I did go there, I just went to walk the dog." Monk hid the encounter with Beverly to avoid unnecessary trouble.
"Well, it is true that a dog like Bain needs to ensure daily exercise. Can you introduce the origin of this dog? With the widespread popularity of mechanical bionic pets in the upper domain, this dog is particularly precious. I believe it also has extraordinary significance.”
"I can refuse to answer questions that have nothing to do with this case." Munch replied righteously.
"Strictly speaking, this is not an issue unrelated to this case. Since it appeared near the crime scene, I have the right to find out its origin. However, since you don't want to say it, I won't force it." Calvin said casually I walked to Munch's bookshelf, picked up a book, and started reading.
Bobo reminded Monk that he had found Calvin's file. Due to the current situation, it was recommended to choose bone conduction mode to ensure that the sound does not expand. Monk nodded in agreement. Bobo then transmitted the information from the archive to Munch’s eardrum through vibrations. And automatically filter out previously known information.
"Calvin Young is the son of Tozcana city hero Donny Young. Donny Young was a senior inspector at the time. He later disappeared due to his participation in the investigation of a secret case. He was convicted of death in the line of duty three years ago and was awarded the memorial The qualifications of the obelisk. At the same time, Calvin Young obtained the position of the City Security Bureau through the Occupational Succession Act. Because his professional ability was rated as the lowest level, he can now only serve as a first-class police officer in the Logistics Support Section.
"No wonder he only said that he was a first-class police officer and not the department he belonged to." After listening to the information, Monk suddenly realized and thought to himself, "But that's not right. He is from the logistics department, why did he come to investigate my situation? "
"Are you very knowledgeable about biomechanical modification? Most of the books on the bookshelf are about this aspect. The two books "Iterative Updates of Implants and Brain-Computer Interfaces" and "The Glorious Age of Obsidian" are pretty good. In particular, "The Glorious Age of Obsidian" tells the story of the glorious ten years when the number of parasitic towers increased explosively. There is a passage in it that I still remember clearly: "People think that the existence of obsidian is a gift from nature, but they don't know." This is the cruelest curse. When human beings gradually cannot escape from the parasitic tower, they are shackled by the tools they create. The blood flowing in the human body will eventually be replaced by injections. When that time, obsidian shines The light will illuminate the whole world.'"
"Bobo, is what he just said about the content of the book?" Although Munch owns a whole wall of paper books, he rarely takes the initiative to read them. He only consults them urgently when he encounters a problem. Munch had not read the content of the book that Calvin just mentioned, but only briefly read the introduction.
"Chapter 3, page 156, paragraph 5, the content is word for word." Bobo told Monk. After hearing this, his eyes were full of curiosity. Coupled with his previously doubtful identity, he gradually became interested in the little fat man in front of him.
Seeing Calvin reading silently, Monk gently tapped his earlobe with his finger, indicating to Bobo to continue the introduction. "Today is his first police call. What's more coincidental is that I checked through the police call records of the city's police department that the person who originally planned to call the police was not Calvin, and it was not at this time. He was temporarily dispatched by the system. "
"It's interesting. I want to see what he wants to do, this rookie policeman in the logistics department." Monk didn't intend to expose him, but wanted to see how well he could perform.
"Hey, what is this book?" Calvin saw the white paper with no text on the side under the bookshelf. Calvin reached out and picked it up. Before he could read it, Monk hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed it. "This is my diary, it's private." Munch held the white paper in his arms and smiled awkwardly. "It's all my daily nonsense. There's nothing to read." When Calvin saw this, a hint of slyness flashed in his eyes, but he did not question or entangle too much.
Bain, who had been quiet for a long time, stood up and walked around the room with his nose on the ground, as if he was looking for something. After turning around in a circle, he finally stopped next to the bookshelf. He stared at the red-covered "Apocalypse" and called softly twice. He kept looking back at Munch, his eyes full of longing.
"Bain, don't be ridiculous, don't disturb Officer Yang's work." Monk's voice was stern. After hearing this, Bain's wagging tail instantly dropped, he walked heavily to the foot of the bed, and lay down glumly.
"It's okay, my inquiry will end soon." While Monk wasn't paying attention, Calvin gently lifted the book "Revelation" with his hand and found that it was motionless. There was a small dot similar to a camera on the side cover. He seemed to understand and smiled slightly.
"Finally, I would like you to cooperate in taking a full-body photo so that I can better complete my work." Calvin took out a black police equipment from his backpack and completed the information collection after more than ten seconds. "Okay, if there's nothing else, I'll leave first. Remember to go to the administrator of Watson Building to report the elevator issue. If you need anything, you can come to me anytime. After all, our implant codes have been matched."
Munch followed Calvin closely, sent him to the door, stepped out with one foot, turned his head, and said to Munch: "Do you also like "Revelation"? I will give you a sentence from it, you For those you regard as your friends, don’t expect them to be loyal to you forever. For those you regard as your enemies, don’t expect them to change their ways for you. I am the one who wants to be your friend. Well, that’s all. Continue. I have to wait for the elevator. Today's exercise has exceeded the standard." Calvin's hearty laughter sounded in the corridor, and looking at the background of his departure, Monk finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Downstairs in the Watson Building, Calvin sent the scanned data back to the Information Section of the City Security Bureau, and noted: "Make an accurate biological sample as soon as possible to a verifiable level." As night fell, the lights of the Watson Building were brightly lit. Calvin looked back at the floor where Munch was sitting, his eyes firm. Munch was leaning against the window, pillowing on the curtains, and looking at Calvin on the street. Their eyes met in the dark night. In an instant, Munch I felt an indescribable heat from it. The strange thing is that this feeling does not scare him, but warms him.
Calvin got into a water-drop car and left. Watching his departure trajectory, Munch murmured to himself: "This man is far more complex and changeable than he appears on the surface." After closing the curtains, the workbench turned over again. As the node approached, The font of the countdown has been bolded and enlarged, and it keeps flashing.
"Xiao Meng, have you thought about it? This is equivalent to replicating your own heart!" Bobo reminded Meng. "I know, but this might be a good opportunity to solve the mystery in my mind!" He didn't hesitate, and clicked to confirm when the invitation deadline was ten minutes away.
The countdown faded from the screen and Munch received a new voice file in his implanted arm.
