Just as he turned a corner in that direction, he saw a large crowd gathered around him, and from the middle came a woman's heart-wrenching cries and angry curses.
Yi Heye never liked to join in on such excitements. Just as he was about to drive away with his eyes glued to the crowd, he saw a striking pink-haired figure appear in the crowd—it was Sister Qin.
Yi Heye frowned and stopped the car. Only when he got closer did he see that there were actually two women in the center of the crowd. If he remembered correctly, the girl sitting on the ground with her collar being grabbed was Rosie, who had taken too much drugs yesterday.
Yi Heye was too embarrassed to be so gossipy, so he could only listen carefully and glean some information.
The woman wailing was the wife of the man from yesterday. Last night, the man did not return home all night, and when the woman went out to look for him, she found that her husband had died naked in Phoenix Lane.
She didn't know until she inquired that her husband had a lewd mistress, and that he was still fooling around with this slut the day before he died.
At this moment, Yi Heye stared at Rosie sitting on the ground. She looked more like a soulless machine, her expression blank and her eyes unfocused, completely ignoring the woman's angry curses and beatings.
Yi Heye could tell from her eyes that she had probably bumped into something again this morning and hadn't recovered yet.
"You bitch! You're the one who killed my husband!!" the woman wailed, her voice filled with anguish, as if she wanted to tear Rosie's frail body in two.
At this moment, Sister Qin stepped in with a cold face and said, "Our girl is just someone who has worked hard to make a living. Before making things difficult for her, consider whether your husband can't control his rotten cucumber."
Upon hearing this, the woman completely broke down and lunged at Sister Qin, yelling, "Don't you have any shame when you're selling yourself?!"
People rushed forward to break up the fight, but Yi Heye was terrified of such a scene and was already planning to run away at any moment.
Just before he left, he heard another question: "Have the doctor's results come out yet? How exactly did your husband die?"
Someone else chimed in: "She probably died from drug overdose, look at this bitch, damn it..."
The woman replied, "He died from excessive blood loss. Blood tests showed he didn't take any drugs."
"Didn't take any?" Yi Heye frowned, completely disbelieving her words.
"Don't talk nonsense. My daughter has also had her medical check-up report done." Upon hearing this, Sister Qin projected a report onto her watch.
Undoubtedly, Rosie was once a severe drug addict, but the results of a quick test this morning showed that she has not used drugs for at least six months.
Yi Heye stared intently at the result, and after confirming that the report was not fabricated, another thought vaguely surfaced in his mind.
Yesterday, Kevin confidently told them that Rosie had been using drugs all along, and that her behavior yesterday and her demeanor today were definitely signs of drug use.
The fact that the test results did not show any drugs only proves one thing—she and the man, and possibly Ren Guoqi, were using a new type of drug that cannot be detected by blood tests.
Yi Heye stepped out of the crowd and glanced at Sister Qin from afar—if he wanted to know the origin of this new type of drug, the most direct shortcut was to follow the trend of pink love and continue to trace the clues.
Of course, if he wants to continue to make a living here, he can't do it alone.
After much deliberation, Yi Heye reluctantly dialed Jian Yunxian's number.
After hearing his purpose, the person on the other end started teasing him again, saying, "Mr. Yi, you're not using this as an excuse to secretly want to be with me again..."
Before he could finish speaking, Yi Heye slammed down the phone.
Jian Yunxian put away the phone with satisfaction, then became somewhat lost in thought, seemingly unable to help but recall what happened yesterday.
After a long while, he turned around and asked the big fat sheep who was playing with a pom-pom on the side, "Little Cloud?"
The little cloud stopped its hoof and looked up at him: "Meow?"
"Have you ever experienced any electrical leakage after you left the factory?" Jian Yunxian asked casually.
Little Cloud thought for a moment, then lowered its voice and whispered, "Baa baa."
Upon hearing its answer, Jian Yunxian couldn't help but laugh helplessly: "You can't help but leak electricity when you see a pretty little ewe? But you're an electronic sheep."
Little Cloud buried its head in its hooves shyly, its dark little face turning bright red with embarrassment. It whimpered and acted coquettishly, then wiggled its chubby sheep rump and ignored him.
Jian Yunxian pondered for a while, seemingly trying to figure something out, but ultimately couldn't understand anything. In the end, she could only gently tap Xiaoyunduo on the forehead.
“A lecherous sheep,” he said.
Author's Note:
Self-introductions are prohibited.
Chapter 51, number 051
After Yi Heye hung up the phone, he wandered around the neighborhood and grabbed a few AIs along the way. Then Jian Yunxian drove up in his car.
As the luxury car slowly descended onto the elevated roadway above Zone D, the man and the sheep almost simultaneously took off their sunglasses and looked at Yi Heye through the car window in a rather cool manner.
Yi Heye was blinded by the display of affection and couldn't help but complain, "Is it really necessary to be so high-profile about getting a girlfriend?"
"Do you really think we were having a one-sided 'girlfriend-girlfriend' arrangement?" Jian Yunxian put away his sunglasses and said seriously, "According to my script, it should be me unilaterally dating you, but I didn't pay you, so it should be considered a free girlfriend arrangement..."
The next second, Yi Heye grabbed Jian Yunxian's finger, but this time, the guy was quick enough to pull it away.
"We can't break it any more, darling," Jian Yunxian said in a panic. "The doctor said if we do a few more, this hand will be ruined."
Yi Heye sneered: "Do you think I don't want to cripple you?"
After saying that, Jian Yunxian quietly shut his mouth, as obedient as a quail whose throat had been choked.
Yi Heye walked ahead, glanced at his watch, and couldn't help but complain:
“I often suspect you have a house in Zone D – I really can’t imagine what kind of background someone has who can drive from Zone A to Zone D in half an hour without being caught speeding by air traffic controllers.”
Jian Yunxian dodged the question: "If Mr. Yi needs me, of course I will race against time and fulfill my mission."
Yi Heye said speechlessly, "...Professor Jian, do you still remember that your persona is that of a university professor? Is it really okay to be so idle every day?"
Jian Yunxian adjusted his glasses and said seriously, "I'm just a guest, so I have plenty of free time. Besides, my main task right now is to assist you with your work."
Yi Heye turned around and glared at him, then ignored him.
"Let's find somewhere to sit down first," Jian Yunxian said, following behind. "It's on me. Tell me about the case."
If you were to ask Yi Heye where in District D the most illegal AIs are, he could give you a long and detailed list for three days and three nights without repeating himself. But if you were to ask him where he could casually sit down, he would sound like a complete stranger.
He rarely interacted with people, so he knew almost nothing about suitable places for dating and meetings. The only place he often used for making deals was the Doomsday Wheel, which has now been completely closed due to the death of its owner.
You can't exactly take people to a noodle shop to discuss a case...
For a moment, Yi Heye considered taking the man home to talk, but then he remembered the bedsheets he had left drying outside—given this beast's thought process, he could make up something even if there was nothing there, let alone the fact that there really was something...
Yi Heye stood in the familiar yet unfamiliar street corner, momentarily lost in confusion.
Seeing Yi Heye fall silent, Jian Yunxian casually pointed and said, "There's a milk tea shop over there, let's go sit down."
Yi Heye, who was at a loss, nodded and followed.
This shop is located in a rather out-of-the-way area, and the food is probably just average, so apart from the staff, there were hardly any people in the shop.
Yi Heye rarely drinks milk tea, so he never goes to such shops—in his mind, the only thing that can be called a beverage is milk.
Upon entering, Yi Heye was stunned by the overpowering, ambiguous atmosphere. He didn't understand why even milk tea shops were now being set up like erotic hotels, playing suggestive music and displaying sexually suggestive slogans and murals.
Only then did he realize that this was still Phoenix Lane, perhaps due to the unique local characteristics.
Yi Heye glanced at Jian Yunxian, whose nonchalant attitude made him very nervous—could it be that he had been exposed to too much of this stuff lately and had bleached his brain yellow?
He shook his head, then steeled himself and followed Jian Yunxian to a seat facing him.
Inside the shop, several strangely dressed middle school students were gathered around a small round table, making a noisy scene.
Even someone as unfunny as Yi Heye could tell that there were probably two or three couples here, smoking, kissing, gossiping, swearing, and copying each other's homework.
Yi Heye glanced at it and thought that today's students were really hopeless—back in his day, he never bothered to copy homework; he never wrote it himself and rarely even attended class.
If you're going to be a bad student, be an honest and straightforward bad student. What kind of person are you if you dare to do something but not admit it? Of course, he would never admit that he was too lazy to even copy.
Perhaps sensing Yi Heye's extremely unfriendly gaze, several students looked up, about to hurl insults, but were immediately silenced by Yi Heye's aura.
As a result, Yi Heye scared away the only group of customers in the store with just one look.
Hearing the commotion, a female employee dressed in a revealing low-cut V-neck top pulled back the curtain and emerged from a small booth, giving them a very displeased look. Standing behind the bar, she tapped the table and asked from afar, "What would you two like to drink?"
Yi Heye frowned and ran to the counter to look at the menu—it wasn't that he was overthinking it; the names of the milk teas here were all extremely vulgar and obscene, to the point that underage robots could only see a blurry mosaic.
They went so far as to skirt the issue and even openly admit it, so it's no wonder the store isn't doing much business.
Yi Heye frowned as he glanced at the menu, rejected everything on it, and pointed to a carton of fresh milk in the transparent display case: "I want this."
The shop assistant felt like he was there to cause trouble: "...Those are ingredients for milk tea, we don't sell them."
Yi Heye had absolutely no interest in that row of strange drinks, so he adopted the same imposing manner he used when auctioning off weapons and asked, "Double the price, are you in or not?"
The shop assistant rolled her eyes at him, bent down, and handed him a box—in a place like D District, there are no principles, money is the biggest principle.
Seeing this, Jian Yunxian laughed and said, "You really have a unique personality. I'm just a little worried that, given your obsession with milk, you might get milk poisoning one day..."
Yi Heye was holding a carton of fresh milk and was in a good mood, so he didn't have time to pay attention to him and barely spared his finger's life.
Then Jian Yunxian said to the clerk, "Give me a 'First Kiss' with sugar."
Yi Heye raised an eyebrow—how come he hadn't noticed before that there was such an innocent-looking name? Looking around, all he saw were things like "Crazy One-Night Stand" and "My Savage Lover," which were not worth looking at.
After paying, the two found a round table furthest from the bar.
The table is so small that sitting face-to-face can even result in an awkward situation where elbows touch.
At this moment, the music playing in the store sounded utterly indecent, and the lighting was almost like that of a pornographic performance. Lately, his mind had been filled with pornographic content, and in front of him was the man he had slept with yesterday...
Yi Heye's thoughts began to wander in strange directions. After thinking for a moment, he moved back a little, lowered his head, and dared not look at Jian Yunxian anymore.
"Tell me." At this moment, the guy's voice suddenly rang out. Although it was very soft, Yi Heye was thinking about things he shouldn't have, so he was still quite startled.
He stared at Jian Yunxian's knuckles tapping on the table, recalling the "science post" from last night that said before men and men have sex, they have to use their fingers like this and that...
The next second, he mentally slapped himself hard, then forced himself to get back into work mode.
He glanced around to make sure no one was there, then lowered his voice and said, "If I'm not mistaken, it's probably drugs."
Jian Yunxian raised an eyebrow, propped her head up with her hand, and leaned forward: "What do you mean?"
The sudden approach of this person made Yi Heye a little nervous. He quickly moved his chair back again, cleared his throat, and told Jian Yunxian all the details he knew, from Ren Guoqi's autopsy report to the man who died on the street this morning.
“I have no evidence, but…” Yi Heye hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say.
From childhood, he has always been a guy who acts on intuition. Although his intuition is terrifyingly sharp and he is almost never wrong, whenever he confesses to others that he acts on intuition, he is mostly met with skepticism and ridicule.
That's why he chose to act first and report later. This way of getting the result without worrying about the process is more suitable for an unreasonable guy like him.
But right now, he didn't know how to explain, and after thinking it over, he decided to just give up and say, "...Fine, you don't have to believe me."
“I believe you.” Jian Yunxian said casually, but his tone was very sincere. “I believe what you say, and I believe your intuition.”