"Francis Bacon said that love and wisdom cannot have both." Xia Chuluo leaned on the passenger seat and pulled off the headband on his head.
"I beg to differ."
Lu Wen started the car and slowly drove away from the scene.
According to custom, the groom is now toasting table after table, but the two of them don't have that much time to relax, and they don't want to offend too many people.
So I left first.
"We must look at the thoughts of the ancients with a dialectical perspective."
"Androids actually understand dialectical vision?"
"Bionic people are constantly learning. You still have such a big prejudice against bionic people."
"But those androids outside the no-man's land are like fools. You must not learn from them."
While the two were chatting, a call came to Lu Wen's cell phone.
Wei Boyan called.
"Wei Boyan? Why does this middle-aged man call you every day?"
"Maybe... he has opened some good wine for decades... maybe."
Lu Wen answered the phone.
The content of the call was no different than what he thought.
Wei Bo'an said that he dug out wine that had been buried for more than ten years in the backyard. Drinking alone was a bit boring.
Xia Chuluo took the phone and said bluntly to the other end: "Wei Boyan, I checked and found out that you live in an elevator apartment. Where did you get the backyard?"
"Miss Xia, as long as you have a backyard in your heart, your life will be filled with sunshine and greenery."
"You want to poach Lu Wen there?"
“Ms.
The thing last time referred to the 'wandering poet' thing.
It’s about an unjust case that happened more than ten years ago.
That incident, until the end, the so-called 'wandering poet' did not show up, no one knew who he was.
Lu Wen took the mobile phone from Xia Chuluo and made an appointment with Wei Boyan to meet in the afternoon.
"Just leave me at the door of the warehouse. You can go find Wei Boyan." Xia Chuluo said.
"Are you leaving this afternoon?" Lu Wen asked.
"Well, Fatty and the others have packed everything, and your body has been fully activated. You should be able to feel it later."
"Where is the body you left behind?"
"It's in the closet in my bedroom." Xia Chuluo said, "That body doesn't have a bracelet. I've already prepared the memory. As long as you don't deal with people who are too familiar, there shouldn't be any problems. The Executive Bureau and I invited two Months of sick leave, no need to check in during these two months.”
Put an android that looks exactly like you in your bedroom closet.
Ordinary people can't do this kind of thing.
The wardrobe is an essential element of many suspense movies.
Late at night, the cabinet door slowly opened and a hand was stretched out...
Half an hour later, the vehicle stopped at the entrance of the warehouse.
Xia Chuluo's small team is already waiting for her.
Fatty Jiang seemed to have lost a lot of weight in the past two days and looked haggard. He was holding his beloved computer and his eyes were bloodshot.
"Fat man, are you okay in this state?" Lu Wen asked.
"We are all men, but you actually ask me if it's okay?" Fatty Jiang stood up immediately, "Staying up late is just a common occurrence for me. I've been staying up late since I was born, and it's been almost thirty years now!"
"Are you in your twenties?"
Lu Wen was shocked.
Fatty Jiang looks older than Wei Boyan.
A greasy, fat middle-aged man suddenly claimed to be a young man in his twenties...
After confirming that the entire team's status was online, Lu Wen looked at his third body and turned it on himself.
The familiar feeling came immediately.
"I'm going to leave first. If you need anything, just give me this body and tell me."
"Okay, hurry up and find Wei Boyan."
It takes nearly two hours to drive from District 13 to District 10.
And this is just the urban area.
When he arrived, Wei Boyan was sitting in a small restaurant not far from the Executive Office of the 10th District.
"How many bottles of wine from more than ten years ago do you have that you can't finish every day?"
"Just go to wholesale after you finish drinking."
“…”
It can be seen that something is indeed wrong.
If Wei Boan just wanted to drink, he would come to District 13 himself.
But there are very few cases where Lu Wen is called to District 10.
"Is that settled?" Lu Wen asked.
"Not yet. It's been so long. I still haven't found any clues about the 'wandering poet' through the previous cases, but... he recently appeared in the 15th District." Wei Boyan poured Lu Wen a drink.
"Another death?"
"That's right, but you also know the situation in the 15th District. It's just a tourist area with a relatively small permanent population. The cases that happen there are basically petty thefts and tourists from other districts being cheated. "
While Wei Boyan was talking, Lu Wen also checked online.
He found that the executive bureau of the 15th District was a bit more salty than the 10th District.
The executives there usually deal with trivial matters most of the time. Most of the time, they spend time strolling on the beaches of the inland sea and sometimes selling sunscreen part-time.
"Executive officers sell sunscreen part-time... The span of this industry is huge." Lu Wen looked at other information, "This region has not had a chief executive for several years, and the most powerful one is a third-level executive who is about to retire. official."
"For those who work in tourism, their daily job is to resolve disputes. No one wants to go to that place."
But the wandering poet went there anyway.
Judging from the circumstances of his last case, it was probably an unjust case or something.
"When it comes to unjust cases, there may be cases in every major district, but District 15... no matter how you look at it, it shouldn't be his target. This district has the least cases."
The area's permanent population is less than two million.
The district with the smallest population.
However, the flow of people is quite large. During various holidays, vehicles heading to the 15th District can be jammed in long queues.
"Sometimes I don't understand how nice it is to have a happy three-day vacation and play games at home." Wei Boyan took a sip of wine, "There are always people who have to go to those scenic spots. There is a traffic jam for a day when they go there, and a day of traffic jam when they come back. Car, the only day in between is spent watching the crowds of people.”
"You have to do errands in the afternoon, so don't drink." Lu Wen reminded.
"It's okay, just drive."
“…”
Life always surprises you unexpectedly.
For example, District 15 this morning.
A cleaning staff who was doing community cleaning was suddenly hit by a basin of boiling oil falling from the sky. It was a basin of sesame oil.
He stumbled a few steps while screaming.
Another basin of cold gasoline was poured down.
Then there was a lighter falling from the sky, the flame on it had not yet been extinguished.
"There is no surveillance nearby, so the specific situation is unknown. We can only make a rough judgment based on the appearance of the scene. The man has been burned to coke. According to residents at the scene at the time, the sesame oil smelled quite fragrant... "
Another guy who was burned alive.
The murderer known as the wandering poet secretly behaves more and more cruelly.
"Where did that oil come from? Have you found it?" Lu Wen asked.
"Under investigation, but there is little hope..." Wei Boyan responded.
"It's impossible to conjure it out of thin air."
"The 15th District is right next to the 16th District. You don't know how chaotic the slums in the 16th District are. You can get anything there, even if you can transform a bomber out of thin air."
It was already evening when the two arrived at District 15.
Fortunately it is not a holiday and there is no traffic jam on the road.
I have to say that the scenery in District 15 is really good. A long section of the road is built close to the sea. You can see the rolling waves hitting the beach, as well as the handsome men and women on the beach.
The local executive bureau, the third-level executive officer who was about to retire, received the two people.
"Two comrades have come a long way. Thank you for your hard work. Let's have a meal first."
This executive is called Feng Fugui, a very festive name, and he is the only third-level executive in the 15th District.
If nothing else, he should have been promoted to chief.
But he felt that he was too old and would have to retire in less than two years and could not handle so many things, so he refused.
"Don't eat as soon as we meet. People in the Executive Bureau shouldn't learn this trick." Wei Boyan said seriously: "Just take us to see the scene."
"This place is just for tourism. In addition to eating and playing, everyone has grown up here and is used to it." Feng Fugui smiled and took the two of them to the scene.
There's really not much to see at the scene.
A run-down neighborhood.
It has blue-grey cement exterior walls and exposed red bricks. There are snacks on several streets outside the community.
The smoke of fireworks in the fifteenth area is obviously heavier than that in other areas.
"There were two pools of oil stains, one of which had been burned. According to the traces on the ground, the victim ran a few steps outside after his body was on fire, and then fell down."
There are many ways to die in this world.
Being burned to death should be considered quite painful.
In fact, every one of them is painful.
The same goes for jumping off a building.
Many people say that the moment those who jump from the building touch the ground, they can hear the sound of their bones breaking and they will feel great pain.
So even if life is not what you want, you should still live well and make money every day you live.
"We found some oil stains in the corridor outside the third floor. After testing, we found that the composition was the same as the oil stains on the ground. This is where the murderer dumped the two basins of oil." Feng Fugui said.
"Are there any witnesses?" Lu Wen asked.
"No, we went door to door and asked."
"Think about it... With the murderer's style, it's strange that there are witnesses."
Lu Wen looked around.
The crime occurred at ten o'clock in the morning. Everyone who was supposed to go to work had already gone to work, and there were relatively few people in the community.
This location is relatively secretive.
"The murderer had observed the scene environment in advance, and knew the victim's work and rest time, and knew that he would pass by here, so he most likely followed the deceased for a period of time. There is no surveillance in the community, but there is on the street outside. Adjust surveillance."
Monitoring doesn't lie, but it gives almost no clues.
Wei Bo'an and the third-level executive officer are both experienced, and they didn't find anything strange from the surveillance in the past few days.
The victim likes to keep to himself and there is no sign of being followed.
"By the way, where's the poetry collection?"
(End of chapter)