—It's so spicy, it's really spicy.
Having been ambushed by this sheep so many times, Yi Heye felt himself gradually becoming numb. He calmly removed his prosthetic leg in the dark, took a shower in the dark, and finally went to bed in the dark. Apart from almost falling to his death in the bathroom, everything was fine.
As he lay back on the bed, turning over as usual and pulling the covers over himself, he vaguely smelled a sandalwood scent, and then saw Jian Yunxian doing push-ups on top of him—
!!
Yi Heye sat up with a start, and only after his heartbeat returned to normal did he realize that everything that had just happened was a hallucination.
He sat on the bed in a cold sweat for half a minute before finally lying back down, still shaken.
But as soon as he closed his eyes, he seemed to smell that faint fragrance again, and he even felt his lips being gently bitten.
This time he knew it was all in his imagination, so he turned over, buried his head under the pillow, and lay face down on the bed.
But this position reminded him of the "science popularization" post he'd just read, which described how the bottom could lie like this, and then you could do this, that, and that...
Although he hadn't seen any actual hot adult films, he could still imagine what they were like based on the vivid descriptions.
At this moment, the non-existent aura and contact of Jian Yunxian, the comprehensive descriptions in the post, and the sexy background music during the little sheep's hot dance all swirled in Yi Heye's mind.
--Oh shit.
Yi Heye rubbed against the blanket, barely able to bear it, but of course, it was like scratching an itch through a boot – the more he scratched, the itchier it became.
The die was cast, and there was no turning back.
After thinking for a long time, he finally turned over and picked up the prosthetic limb that was on the table.
"Let's install it; at least it'll be over sooner," he naively thought.
He slept with his prosthetic leg on that night.
He misjudged his love for pain, and stubbornly fought on all night, his pain escalating until he was forced offline with the result of "still having the will but really being powerless."
The next day, he slept in late, something he hadn't done in a long time. The first thing he did after waking up was to throw the sheets into the washing machine and then take a thorough shower.
To be honest, I'm really tired, but mild fatigue is better than being tormented by inner demons.
Yi Heye walked out of the bathroom, still wet, feeling as if he had just woken up and entered a life of monastic seclusion, completely devoid of worldly desires.
After resolving his personal issues, Yi Heye felt he could finally dedicate all his energy to his work.
He turned the power back on, casually accepted a few jobs on the reward website, then got dressed and went downstairs.
He had to put aside the case; his main job was the biggest motivation for Yi Heye to enjoy his life.
Xiao Ming hadn't had such a joyful activity in a long time. The exhaust pipe emitted a savage roar, as if it wanted to blast out all the shady creatures on the street.
As I drove into the underground parking garage, the sky remained as overcast as ever.
Despite the extremely poor air quality here, with every molecule in the air harboring immense destructive power, Yi Heye, having grown up immersed in this toxic environment since childhood, felt that he had either already developed antibodies or had already traded away decades of his lifespan for it.
“Dirty Street.” Yi Heye pointed to the first coordinate. “There are more rule-breaking AIs here than rats. I don’t understand why those guys can’t seem to get any points.”
During the time Yi Heye couldn't focus on accumulating points, he secretly kept an eye on the number of tasks others on the leaderboard had taken and the changes in their points—
While he was away, that group of people took on every task they could get their hands on, almost recklessly racking up points, but their score only increased by a tiny bit.
To date, the second-place finisher is still nearly twice as many points behind Yi Heye.
"How boring," Yi Heye sighed helplessly—this was also why he had recently taken to arguing with AI, as competing with peers was simply too pointless.
As the car turned into the dirty street, Yi Heye quickly locked onto two targets in the crowd like a scanner. They were working together to steal a passerby's wallet, but the next second, they were turned into a pile of scrap metal by Yi Heye's gun.
Yi Heye used the retractable rope to retrieve the chips, planning to collect ten before going to the recycling station—it had been a long time since he had felt this happy.
The main reason why Yi Heye can maintain high efficiency is his extremely accurate judgment, which gives him the absolute courage and confidence to act first and ask questions later.
If the normal recycling process is followed—first searching, then discovering, making a judgment, then capturing alive, then notifying the identification center, and then going through the official process for recycling—Yi Heye would have already collected a whole sack of chips by the time this process is completed.
However, it is understandable that these hunters dare not act first and report later. After all, if they make a wrong judgment, at best they will be reported and face severe punishment, and at worst they may even cause a murder.
Yi Heye drove the car into a familiar alley, where the terrain gradually overlapped with the words "report".
A few months ago, Yi Heye was reported here by some scoundrel who used dirty tricks on him.
Yi Heye's joy instantly vanished—he had known this guy for so long, yet he still hadn't found direct evidence that he was an AI, which was a huge disgrace to him!
Actually, it wasn't that he couldn't just act first and report later. Jian Yunxian was practically defenseless against him now, and finding an opportunity to quietly knock him on the head wouldn't be difficult. However, his inexplicable competitive spirit wouldn't allow Yi Heye to do that—
Jian Yunxian had been dancing on his forehead for so long that Yi Heye was no longer satisfied with just shooting him in the head.
He not only wanted to capture Jian Yunxian, but also to produce evidence that Jian Yunxian couldn't deny, to make him kneel at his feet, hug his leg, and admit his mistakes with tears streaming down his face, and to make him publicly declare on his crappy sheep forum that he had lost to the most awesome AI hunter.
Heh, I'll make him cry for three days and three nights to feel good.
As Yi Heye pondered this, he strolled leisurely along the path he had taken that night. That night, there were many people on this street watching... uh... a pornographic performance. He had just come out of the Doomsday Wheel after drinking milk...
Just then, the car stopped right in front of the Doomsday Wheel. Yi Heye stared blankly at the "For Rent" sign for the shop, momentarily stunned.
The owner of Doomsday Wheel is dead, but it is still unclear who ordered it. The security department has not found out, and I have not continued to investigate.
Just a few months ago, he was stepping on his protective leg to hand me a gun, and he even asked me why I only drank milk at the bar.
Yi Heye stared blankly through the glass—he had always been numb to such separations of life and death. Perhaps it was because he had experienced too much, he was no longer saddened by the death of an acquaintance. It was only after a long time that he would feel a little lost and helpless when he saw traces of that person's existence.
That night, he even used the gun he handed him to kill an alien AI.
Thinking of this, Yi Heye suddenly felt a sense of familiarity—alien AI.
The AI I just recovered is the type that won't undergo a secondary transformation even after being attacked. This is the most common type I encounter in my work. This type of AI is less aggressive and poses little danger to human life.
Tony and the green-hatted spider man they first encountered in the Doomsday Wheel are typical alien AIs. When stimulated, they undergo significant transformations, turning into more aggressive forms that pose a serious threat to humans and are therefore key targets for the hunters to observe.
Upon closer examination, alien AI is actually just a type of existence that has suddenly appeared in the last year or two. I still remember when the first alien AI appeared in District D, it caused considerable social panic. However, after the official release of the video of Comrade Yi Heye tearing the alien apart with his bare hands, the public's sense of security and satisfaction returned to normal overnight.
Later, because of his outstanding abilities, Yi Heye had more and more opportunities to come into contact with the alien AI, whether actively or passively, and he no longer felt that such an existence was anything unusual.
At this moment, Yi Heye carefully recalled the not-so-important prelude to that unpleasant night, and vaguely remembered something—
The whole farce seemed to have started when the green-haired spider stole something from the muscular man with the rivets...
He couldn't quite remember what he had stolen, but he vaguely recalled hearing someone say, "How could an AI possibly be on drugs?"
Yi Heye suddenly recalled that the guy seemed to have stolen the new hallucinogen X100 from the Rivet Man.
He didn't think much about it at the time, but now when he thinks back on it, he finds it extremely bizarre—just as Professor Kevin said, AI doesn't even have a central nervous system, so hallucinogens and drugs are completely meaningless to them.
So why did this guy steal the medicine? To resell it?
This was the only explanation Yi Heye could come up with, but his strong intuition told him that things were not like that.
Both Spider-Man and Tony are aliens, and Ren Guoqi also has a history of drug abuse. In Yi Heye's eyes, this is no longer a coincidence.
Could it be that AI has evolved to the point of learning to use drugs? Or, in order to please its human employer, it will use drugs along with them, even if they have no effect, and pretend to enjoy them?
At that moment, a strong intuition compelled Yi Heye to put down his work and make a phone call to the security department—
On the other end of the phone was Officer Pei, who was utterly exhausted and disoriented: "Hello?"
Yi Heye's cheerful tone contrasted sharply with his demeanor at the scene: "Has the autopsy report come out yet?"
Before suspecting drugs, Yi Heye had already asked the security department to conduct a thorough examination of Ren Guoqi's body.
Pei Xiangjin was incredibly annoyed, and hearing how relaxed he sounded only made her more irritated: "When will you learn to say 'please' when you're asking someone for a favor? You should know that this matter has no place in the security department."
Yi Heye: "Have you brought me the autopsy report yet?"
Pei Xiangjin on the other end of the phone took a deep breath and held back her anger for a long time.
After a while, Yu Yili answered the phone: "Hello, Mr. Yi."
Before Yi Heye could answer, Pei Xiangjin scolded, "Don't be so polite with him, damn it. Ungrateful bastard!"
Yu Yili: "Captain Pei, swearing will rot your teeth."
Then Yi Heye heard a wail from the other side, and Yu Yili dared not talk nonsense anymore.
After the brief interruption, Yu Yili quickly returned to work.
Yi Heye cut to the chase: "All I want to know right now is whether this guy is on drugs or not."
Yu Yili flipped through the report in his hand and summarized: "Regarding Ren Guoqi's autopsy results, extremely trace amounts of drug residues were detected in his blood. It can be inferred that the deceased had a long history of drug use about two years ago, but there were no traces of taking illegal drugs in the past year."
The fact that he hadn't taken drugs for a year was indeed a bit of a surprise to Yi Heye—a year was roughly the same amount of time it took this guy to bring Tony home.
Is Tony some kind of morally upright male mistress who even managed to kick his drug addiction while he was with him?
Yu Yili: "Ren Guoqi used to use heroin most frequently, and it had progressed to the point of intravenous injection. It is very rare and unusual that he did not relapse within a year under such circumstances."
Intravenous injection, also known as "opening the window," is a method used by many drug users who are not satisfied with nasal inhalation and instead choose to inject the drug directly into a vein using a syringe to achieve a more intense high.
This injection method is extremely fast-acting, producing an explosive euphoria almost instantly, but at the same time it causes great damage to the body and is highly addictive.
Once a drug addict reaches the point of "opening the window" (i.e., having a severe addiction), there is virtually no possibility of quitting, and they are not far from death.
Therefore, it is indeed extremely abnormal that Ren Guoqi did not touch drugs again within a year.
“We should have examined the deceased’s brain, but in this incident, the deceased suffered severe head trauma, and no usable samples could be collected from the scene,” Yu Yili said. “However, if Mr. Yi simply needs to know about the deceased’s history of drug use, the blood test results are sufficient.”
Yu Yili is the chief forensic pathologist of the Security Department. His findings are so accurate that probably no one in the entire forensic field would dare to contradict him.
So if he says he didn't smoke, then this guy definitely didn't smoke.
Yi Heye said, "Okay..."
Before he could finish speaking, Pei Xiangjin cursed, "Look at this guy, he can't even say thank you!!"
Yi Heye, who had originally intended to say thank you, rebelliously swallowed his words. After transferring the payment for his side job to the forensic doctor like an old man, he said to Yu Yili:
"Take some time to care about your captain's mental health. If he gets so angry that he dies one day, you'll have to work overtime to dissect him."
Before a barrage of extreme insults could be unleashed, Yi Heye slammed down the phone.
"Not because of drug use?" Yi Heye frowned as he flipped through the autopsy report that had been sent from the other side.
Could it be that his intuition was wrong this time? Yi Heye was skeptical, but the written results showed that it was indeed the case.
So that's how our only line of thought was cut off.
Yi Heye pondered for a moment, then became quite displeased.
When he had no ideas, Yi Heye liked to ride his bike around the streets and alleys of District D. He rode around in the wind for a few laps, and finally decided to trust his intuition.
Regardless of the form in which they are related, this case is definitely, absolutely related to drugs.
He decided to start the investigation from where it all began, and he needed to go to Phoenix Lane again.