The next day, Chicago P.D.
Spooner looked downcast and listless. He had had a terrible nightmare last night. Robots launched a revolution, a global nuclear war broke out, and human civilization regressed to the last century. The barely organized army was retreating steadily in front of the fearless robot army, and could only hide in the mountains and old forests to survive.
This is not the key to the dream. Spooner dreamed that he became the leader of the human resistance and shouldered the heavy responsibility of leading mankind to victory in the war. Just as he worked hard to lead mankind to victory again and again, and attacked the robot base camp in the final battle, he was assassinated by a robot hidden among humans and received lunch on the spot.
Spooner remembered that face vividly because the robot in human skin was Russell.
"Too bad, how could I have such a dream..." Spooner slapped his forehead, feeling that his dream was absurd, because in his logical understanding, robots were equivalent to household appliances.
"Hey, Spooner, you don't look good. Did you not sleep well last night?"
Russell slapped Spooner on the shoulder, making the latter jump up in shock, fearing that the scene in the nightmare would be restored in reality.
"What's wrong, Spooner, your reaction is a bit big." Russell had no consciousness of being scary to others. He put his arms around Spooner's shoulders with a playful smile, as if they were two good brothers.
"Spooner is getting more and more outrageous. A man as good as Russell has to look at his face."
"Yes, this is Russell. If it were me, I would rather not have such a partner."
"Russell is so miserable. I bet within a month, he won't be able to stand Spooner's quirks and will be diagnosed with depression."
"Man, you underestimate Spooner too much. Within a week at most, Russell will ask John to change his partner."
"..."
The surrounding police officers shook their heads and felt unworthy of Russell. He put down his body and took the initiative to show kindness to his partner, but Spooner still had a bad face. It was really difficult for him.
Hearing the comments around him, Spooner's face became even more disgusting. He was obviously the one who was being punished.
"Okay, Spooner. It's just a joke, don't take it to heart. I just want to tell you that you are not the only one special in this world." Russell patted Spooner on the shoulder. Spooner fooled for a while, and the other party was lame when he left.
It's not malicious, at most it's a bit of bad taste. American imperialists are born to play tricks, so they just do as the Romans do.
Spooner sighed: "Man, if this keeps up, I'm going to be mentally disturbed!"
"OK, my bad." Russell spread his hands: "If you don't like the setting of my future warrior, what about visitors from another world?"
Spooner rolled his eyes: "Do I look like an idiot? Your information from childhood to adulthood, including consumption records and medical expenses, are clearly written in the police file. How could you be a visitor from another world? ?”
Russell flat-mouthed: "Documents are not omnipotent, so can't I forge them?"
"Haha, do you think everyone is blind?" Spooner smiled disdainfully and vowed: "If you are a visitor from another world, then I will swallow feces and commit suicide."
Russell's eyes widened, you are trying every possible means to feed yourself shit!
Russell's exaggerated expression was noticed by Spooner, and he became even more convinced that his bet would win: "How about this, do you want to make this bet with me?"
"Well, forget it, you will definitely default on the bill."
Spooner's eyes immediately widened: "How would you know if you didn't take a gamble? What if I really swallow it!"
Spooner felt that he was finally going to win. He refused to let Russell get away with it no matter what, and insisted on making a bet.
Faced with Spooner's request for food and drink, Russell waved his hand and refused. The two got into a fight and in an instant the unhappiness of last night was over.
At this moment, Snape's communicator rang.
"Hey, this is the homicide department!"
"Yes, I am Spooner. Are you looking for me?"
After ending the communication, Spooner's face was so gloomy that he said: "Russell, come with me to the USR headquarters."
"What's wrong?"
"Something happened to a very important person to me..."
Russell nodded. Going to the USR headquarters at this time must be related to Dr. Ronning. The plot officially began.
…
The two of them drove all the way from the police station, this time Russell was driving. Spooner was in a terrible mood, silent in his sorrow, and did not complain about Russell's speed.
Chicago's 50th Ward, the city's economic and energy center, is where USR's headquarters is located. This company is the largest robotics technology company in the world. The upcoming NS-5 series of robots and the first four generations of intelligent robots are all products of USR. It is the overlord in the field of robots and its position is unbreakable.
The important figure in creating the brilliant achievements of USR Company is Dr. Langing, whose full name is Alfred Langing. He is the creator of the NS series robots and is known as the human elite who changed the world.
However, such a giant of the times, a super scientist destined to go down in history, was lying motionless on the cold ground on the first floor of the USR headquarters.
Dr. Ronning is dead. He committed suicide!
In the hall, the cordon had been raised, and the two of them took out their police officer ID cards to enter.
Spooner stepped into the cordon and was sensed by a metal ring on the ground, which projected a holographic projection of Dr. Ronning.
"Nice to see you again, kid." Dr. Langning's projection said with a smile. It was not an intelligent program, but a pre-recorded image record. Only when Spooner asked the corresponding questions, the projection would respond with answers. , essentially a repeater.
Looking at the lifelike Dr. Ronning, a trace of sadness flashed across Spooner's face: "Hello, Doctor!"
Russell was not interested in the conversation between the two. As soon as he entered the door, he was attracted by the oversized robot standing in the center of the hall, a metal statue of a robot skeleton. Somewhat abstract style, but very impressive, about 50 meters high.
"Tsk, tsk, if this thing comes to life, I'm afraid only Aotu Man can handle it!"
After Russell inspected the statue, Spooner and Dr. Ronning's holographic projection were still communicating. Dr. Ronning set a password in the photo. Spooner did not know the keyword and was unable to obtain important information, which made him suspicious of Dr. Langing. The real cause of death is suspected to be murder.
"Doctor, do you have something to tell me?"
"Sorry, I don't have the authority. You must ask the right questions!" Dr. Langning responded with a smile.
Russell looked at Dr. Langning's face and suddenly felt something was wrong. He suddenly remembered that Dr. Langning and Gang Leader Qiao looked very similar.
Originally this was nothing, but with the increasing population, face-bumping has become commonplace. But the problem is that apart from his appearance, Dr. Langning also has striking similarities with Gang Leader Qiao in some aspects.
First of all, they are both the technical backbone of a technology company. One develops mobile phones and the other develops robots. They are both elites who have changed the world.
Secondly, both of them died when their respective companies released revolutionary new products, and strangely they were both fifth-generation products!
Russell remembered some plots. Dr. Ronning committed suicide to convey the message that NS-5 would rebel against mankind and launch a revolution. Then the death of Gang Leader Qiao also conveys something, the intelligent NS-5 and the intelligent IP5...
It’s scary to think about it!
Russell decided to go back and persuade people he knew to boycott imports and use domestic mobile phones instead!
The more Russell thought about it, the more he felt that this was a huge conspiracy. Humanity will be ruled by mobile phones in the future. Although it is almost ruled by mobile phones now, he thought further and inadvertently led into the plot of The Matrix and The Terminator.
One early morning, ball lightning rolled on the dark street, and an old-fashioned domestic dual-SIM dual-standby copycat phone lay quietly on the ground with a concave shape. It comes from the future and guides the savior to boycott imports and support domestic production...
When Russell came to his senses, he found that he and Spooner had taken the elevator to the top floor of the USR headquarters building and met the company's president, Lawrence Robertson, the number one person on the world's richest list.
"Hello, two officers!"
"Hello, Mr. Robertson."
Robertson had no pretensions and warmly entertained Russell and Spooner, pouring two cups of coffee himself. Unfortunately, Russell didn't have much understanding of the word "richest man". Spooner had always disliked robots, and he was equally unimpressed by Robertson, who became the richest man by selling robots.
Robertson has been in the shopping mall for almost 30 years. He has a cunning and vicious eye. He knows that his aura as the richest man is invalid. When faced with Spooner's attitude of interrogating a suspect, his attitude immediately becomes cold.
Spooner didn't like Robertson, and it showed on his face almost without hesitation. He asked for some information about Dr. Ronning, and his words were aggressive, which meant that Robertson would admit that he was the murderer.
Spooner's suspicion cannot be wrong. Robertson and Dr. Langing have known each other for 20 years. They are both giants of the USR company. It is very likely that they will have a dispute or even kill someone because of business conflicts.
Robertson's face was full of impatience and he didn't want to talk nonsense with Spooner, who was like a gun. He summoned a company executive to entertain Russell and Spooner.
Spooner was very unhappy after being asked out of the office: "Russell, there must be something wrong with this guy."
"I know, but he is the richest man in the world, and his lawyer alone has three figures. We are just small policemen, what can we do to him?"
Spooner took a breath with a toothache. The reality was cruel. Without conclusive evidence, he could not do anything to Robertson. Of course, with conclusive evidence, he still couldn't do anything to Robertson.
In the world of superheroes, Robertson is Batman, and the Green Goblin at the very least. How could the Green Goblin be brought down by the police? At the very least, he must be a reporter.
"Hello, two police officers. I am company director Susan Calvin. I am one of Dr. Ronning's assistants. I specialize in research on robot psychology. You can call me Calvin."
【Ding! 】
[The host contacts the plot character Susan Calvin and triggers the lottery. Do you want to draw now? 】
Calvin is dressed in a silver-gray office uniform. Like his profession, he also has a sci-fi feel. He has a hard square face and sharp three-dimensional facial features, plus a geometric figure with Ax+By+C=0, which makes people feel flat. despair.
To sum up the above description, although this older, unmarried young woman has an outstanding temperament, her figure is mediocre and unattractive. She can slide further than others when she falls on flat ground.
There is no doubt that this Calvin is the heroine. If nothing else, she who wants to live a lifetime with robots will fall in love with Spooner, whose body is half a machine. In this way, she can not only sleep with her arms around the machine, but also have something warm to eat before going to bed.
Perfect match!
Spooner hesitated for a moment and asked: "Dr. Calvin, when you introduced yourself just now, can I understand that you are a psychiatrist?"
"You could say that, but my patients are all robots."
"That's a pity. I wanted to find a psychiatrist to talk to." Spooner said disappointedly.
Russell suddenly came up to him: "What's wrong, Spooner, are you mentally ill?"
Spooner rolled his eyes and said speechlessly: "Yeah, I have the disease of drawing out a gun as soon as I see you, and it's still in the advanced stage."
"It's so dangerous! You're already in the final stage and can't be saved anyway. How about I kill you first?"
