Detroit: Get poorer.

I thought with a bitter face that this is indeed a job that a bionic person cannot do, because the main content of my daily work is to edit every video program or audio program to be broadcast by the TV station... It is really worthy of the name, and at the same time, This is not a job that an ordinary person can do. Sitting at a small workbench, staring at a screen that emits cold light, editing frame by frame.

Moreover, I also found out that people here have social insurance!No wonder ordinary people can still live with such a low employment rate, so why are there so many people?Isn't it good to rely on bionics to provide for the elderly while waiting for food and drink?This may not be understood by my salty fish.

As for why I don't receive social relief money?Keke, it is paid according to the credit limit, that is to say, to receive this money, it needs to submit its own account expenditure to the relevant department for review.

I thought deeply, did I steal the original owner's girlfriend?He illegally purchased six bionics at one time... It would be nice if they could be retrieved and destroyed, but they all ran away.

I'm afraid I'm going to go to jail. (sigh)

So one more necessary reason for me to bring them back.

Bionic man gentlemen, come back quickly, I won't sell you anymore, let me be a social moth who eats and drinks, okay?

I clicked OK with hatred.

After a long time, I finally got off work.Thinking that the salary would not be paid until the end of the internship period, I chose to walk with heavy responsibilities and a long way to go.

I always remember who it is!I can't even be a moth!

Oh wow, this is going to end.

I saw a special combination of bionics and humans waiting at the door.

The handsome bionic man saw me first. He stepped forward, showed me a horrible standard smile with eight teeth, and stretched out a hand.

"Hello, Mr. Wintley, this is Connor, this is Hank, we are appointed to investigate the abnormal disappearance of your bionic man."

I can't bear to see a good face distorted like this.And the fear of adding bricks to a Detroit cell.

He ignored Connor's outstretched hand,

"Damn android!" I pretended to curse under my breath.

Connor wasn't affected, at least it seemed that way, but normal androids wouldn't feel sad either.

But the man next to me who smelled of alcohol and looked drunk got angry all of a sudden. He pulled my neckline while waving his fist.

"F/UCKU!"

Connor stopped him in one fell swoop, so fast I didn't even see him clearly.

"Captain Hank, you're drunk."

Connor turned to me again. "I'm very sorry, Mr. Wintley, today's investigation cannot be carried out. When are you free?"

I pretended to be a rich man.

"I don't care about this little money, just donate it to those goddamned silicone men for charity!"

Connor seemed to be taken aback for a moment, he really seemed to be speechless, as if he was speechless to me.

Is he also an anomalous bionic?It is a distinctly human emotion.

He didn't say anything, and helped Hank to leave.

When I saw the utility bill that was covered by them just now... I suddenly understood Connor's mood.

Probably like when you see a guy pretending to be b, and you can't expose him out of politeness.

Keke, I will never forget who made me not even a moth!I gripped the utility bill notice and gritted my teeth thinking.

Fortunately, the manager thought that my work ability was not satisfactory, so he ended the internship period for me ahead of schedule, and in a few days, it would be the end of the month.

Although, after paying the rent, water and electricity, and buying instant noodles with oil and rice, it feels like a month’s work has been for nothing, but at least I have found a sense of belonging, and I don’t need to get up every day to think about how to find those bionics, just like the old life of drifting with the crowd. I bought a swimming ring, although it is leaky.