"Sir, what were you doing between ten and eleven last night?"
"I'm just in the hotel. It rained heavily last night and I can't go anywhere." The doctor lifted the glasses on his nose and answered truthfully.
"Were you in your room or in the lobby on the first floor?"
"My own room."
"Is there anything you can prove?"
"I think the hotel owner can prove it. There must be surveillance here. How about you ask him?"
So the mechanical butler went to the hotel owner at the front desk.
The hotel owner put on a sad and painful look and said: "I didn't want something like this to happen. What boss would want something like this to happen in front of his house? Business will be difficult for a while. , Alas, those student couples who rented rooms will probably look for other hotels.”
"We need surveillance from the hotel, and we hope you can provide it truthfully."
"Huh? This is really troublesome."
The hotel owner sighed, looked downcast, and said: "The monitoring line was bitten by rats last month, and there was no time to repair it during this period. Alas, it's all my fault. I couldn't bear the money. If I had known earlier..."
"Please take me to see the damaged lines, please."
The other mechanical deacons are not idle either.
They are going to call out the surveillance of the nearby streets.
However, it is a pity to find that the surveillance system in this area was broken more than 20 years ago, and the cameras were stolen and sold as scrap metal.
There is no surveillance at the breakfast shop opposite the hotel.
"The person who shot him should have been standing at the front desk, face to face with the deceased, and may have had a conversation. The deceased was not a tenant of this hotel."
"The murderer should be someone in the hotel. Did the boss say anything?"
"He said he went to the bathroom and heard a gunshot on the way. When he came back, he found someone dead at the door. In order to protect the crime scene, he did not move at all all night."
"How long did it take to hear the gunshot?"
"Let's seal off this hotel first..."
During the investigation, more and more people gathered outside the door.
The roads in this city were already narrow, and now there are no roads at all. People even stood on the second-floor rooftop of the opposite building.
There were people driving to work who kept yelling and cursing, and the scene was quite noisy for a while.
This was not the first time Lu Wen saw these mechanical deacons.
They are not bionic humans. They are quite different from bionic humans. They are closer to the robots in old science fiction movies. Their shells are all made of metal.
But the years have caused the paint on those metals to peel off, and rust has spread across all parts of the robots' bodies.
When these machines walk, they also make a tooth-breaking "squeaking" sound, which is particularly uncomfortable to hear. It may be that there is not much lubricating fluid between the joints.
"Sir, where were you last night?" A mechanical deacon asked Lu Wen.
"I've been in the hotel and haven't gone anywhere." Lu Wen replied with a smile.
"Is there any proof?"
"You can call up the surveillance cameras of the hotel and the streets nearby. If you take a closer look, you will know that I am not lying."
Lu Wen's attitude is very good and quite sincere.
"The surveillance cameras around here are broken."
"Then I'm sorry, but I really didn't go anywhere last night."
"Did you hear gunshots last night?"
"I didn't pay much attention to this. The thunder was very loud last night, and I was watching a movie with headphones on. Even if someone really fired a gun, I probably wouldn't be able to hear it."
These old robots hit a dead end.
They began to get together, synthesize the clues they got, and discuss slowly.
Everyone in the hotel was very cooperative and did not move around at will.
"The time of death was around ten o'clock."
"Many people reported hearing gunshots, but some said there was loud thunder and were not sure whether it was gunshots."
"One shot kills. The murderer is a veteran."
"There were no shell casings or warheads left at the scene..."
People with guns are definitely the prime suspects.
But these mechanical deacons were embarrassed to find that most of the people in the hotel had guns.
This is a very special time, and there are many outsiders, and they know this.
"The Floating City is about to take action. These outsiders are probably here for the Floating City. They are very troublesome."
"Has the deceased been identified?"
"It's confirmed, the identity information is valid. I have notified the deceased's family and they are on their way here."
But the first group to arrive were not the family members of the deceased.
Several black cars parked on one side of the crowded street, and more than ten people got out of the cars.
These people are very special. As long as the arms are exposed, you can see a city tattoo on the forearm. The appearance of the tattooed city is very similar to the city floating in the sky.
The crowd immediately dispersed, making way for a passage.
"It's from the temple."
"The dead guy also had a tattoo on his arm, and he was also from the temple. It's probably because the two forces are fighting again."
People were whispering.
People in Central City often talk about these two organizations after dinner, but no one dares to talk loudly in person, unless they dislike themselves for living too long.
Not long after, people from another organization also arrived.
Of course I came to see a show.
Secret Door, this organization has always opposed the floating city, telling people that the floating city limits the development of the central city below, controls everyone's thoughts, and prevents people from accessing a complete education.
"Gentlemen and ladies, please don't leave the hotel for too long these days. We may still conduct certain inquiries and investigations."
These mechanical butlers bowed slightly to apologize, and then released the blockade.
Spending time in vain is not an option.
Road congestion is a big problem, so they have to go back first and investigate slowly.
They took away the body at the door.
Also leaving were the family members of the deceased who had just arrived.
It's just that the family members of these deceased people are more particular about things. In less than half an hour, they bought a wreath and placed the big wreath at the door of the hotel.
The innkeeper's face turned green.
How can we do business here
Just as he was about to go out and move the wreath away, the people from the temple came in.
Then there is the cheesy plot.
Harsh words and threats.
"Two of our brothers died last night, if you let me know..."
He looked ferocious and twirled the gun in his hand twice from time to time.
I probably learned those cliché harsh words from some movies.
Lu Wen can even deduce the afterwords based on their prefaces.
He kept saying harsh words for half an hour.
The people in the hall on the first floor had eaten and drank enough, burping and wiping their mouths before these temple guys were willing to leave.
Before leaving, there was a guy who was holding the boss's collar.
He repeated the essence of those harsh words before.
The boss nodded repeatedly and said that if he knew who did it, he would tell them immediately.
"That's more like it. If there is anything to hide, you know what will happen!"
After saying harsh words, these guys turned around calmly.
Ordinary people are still more afraid of them and stay away from them.
The weather was already bad and the sky was gloomy. The sense of oppression brought by this group of people was quite great for ordinary people, making the already dark streets seem a bit bleaker.
They didn't bother with the guys at the secret door who came to watch the show. They got in the car and drove away.
More than ten seconds later.
The cars hadn't driven very far yet.
Just a few loud "bang" noises were heard.
This dark world of black and white suddenly has some colorful firelight.
Scarlet blood and broken limbs flew across the sky, along with countless blown car parts.
If only this scene could stop.
It must be quite a beautiful work of art.
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Good night, fellow book friends!
Thanks to the book friend for his ashes and a few dollars in life.
(End of chapter)