Ten Billions of Stardust on the Wire

Blue Mill is an underground guild hall in the Molin District of M City. It lives in the crevices of the city and feeds off human desires, like a beautiful abscess in a harmonious city.There's a tightrope walker out there who doesn't have a name.

The man standing on the wire rope is not tall, thin, with a waist that looks like it's just a grip, and his face makes it hard to tell his gender.He is a clown, the color of his clothes is divided into two from the middle, and there are many bells hanging on the corners of his clothes, which has a weird sense of humor.

However, this comicality is undercut by the translucent lightness of the material, under which the body is faintly visible.Hundreds of silver bells rustle in the high wind, arousing imagination.He is obviously a clown on a tightrope, but he has the air of a ballet dancer.

The color of his body is cold, his skin is half blue and half blue under the icy light, and the makeup at the end of his eyes is like the wings of a fallen angel.But this kind of indifference made the diners who sat down feel hotter and hotter in their hearts and hot in their throats, wishing they could swallow him together with the cold light around them.

This kind of greed is not unreasonable, and only those who have seen him with their own eyes have this experience.Especially at the end of the performance, the man on the wire is breathless, his chest heaves, and his body is full of silver bells. He stands on a high place and looks down on all living beings, but yearns for all living beings.

The night performance on November 129, 11 in the new ephemeris calendar did not reach the climax expected by diners as scheduled.Just as the silver bell on the steel wire rang, the foggy blue lights in the clubhouse suddenly went out, and the scarlet alarm indicator came on——

"Today's dinner is coming to an end, please move to exits 2, 3, 5, and 8 to exit in an orderly manner, thank you for your cooperation." The synthetic female voice on the broadcast repeatedly broadcast in six common languages.Nothing like this has happened to Blue Mill since the ribbon was cut and opened for business.

problem occurs.

It seems that someone died, a very important person, the same kind as these diners under the stage.

Noble diners smell a unique smell from Red Alert, or in other words, the suffering of the same kind is a fresh stimulus.They withdrew in a restlessness of forced endurance.

The clown is still standing on the steel wire, with his toes curled up, firmly grasping the invisible wire under his body, the blue wrapped around his body is even more treacherous in the red light.He has just stepped on stage, and there is absolutely no reason to step down halfway.

"Who will it be tonight?" he said.

At 11:19 on the evening of November 20th, a major case occurred in the KU-03 United City State. The second son of the chairman of the United Chamber of Commerce was killed. The body was found in a cheap hotel in the red light district of G City. The headquarters of German Biotechnology is separated by 32 regions.

The murderer's criminal methods are extremely cruel and primitive - it is inconvenient to describe the specific death conditions too much, but the state of the corpse looks like it was executed in a hurry, with dense knife marks and severed limbs.According to the calculation of the new interstellar almanac, that was the way of death more than 5000 years ago.

As soon as word of the case leaked out, the Internet instantly exploded. Citizens in 32 core urban areas, including the G urban area, were filled with righteous indignation, criticizing the loss of human nature and morality.

The name of the deceased was Wei Qingyang, the president of Faust Bionic Technology Company.His father, Wei Xiaoqian, is the chairman of the Chamber of Commerce, but Wei Qingyang himself has no dandyism. He is young and promising, honest and friendly to the people. He is the image ambassador of the Hongxing Charity Foundation and has won the "Top Ten Outstanding Public Figures" for three consecutive times.He presided over several charitable donation meetings to support the construction and development of remote Xingcheng District, and the amount of each donation was no less than seven figures.

Regardless of character or strength, Wei Qingyang has been unanimously recognized by all sectors of society.The eldest son Wei Qingyu died young, and the second son Wei Qingyang was his father Wei Xiaoqian's greatest pride and the only remaining pride.

However, the rising star died unexpectedly.

In the news photos, Wei Qingyang shakes hands with student representatives from the impoverished star district on the newly built rural playground.He has a clean white shirt and straight trousers, and there is a bit of childishness in his eyebrows and eyes. He stands on the simple red carpet with those immature children, and stands in front of the flagpole with the red flag fluttering. His smile is as warm as the spring sun.

In another photo, he was lying on the dusty carpet in the hotel room, half naked/naked, half covered with blood-soaked sheets.The incisions, flesh, and stagnant blood of the corpse are all hidden in the blurred light and mosaics, and only a left hand with an old-fashioned watch can be vaguely recognized, which is the hand that once led the poor children to the school.

But now the left hand is lifeless, and it still maintains the gesture of clenching its five fingers before death, as if it is holding something.

The two pictures are placed side by side, and heaven and hell are separated by a shallow dividing line on the screen.

There are voices of justice all over the Internet, demanding that the relevant departments investigate the case immediately.Therefore, within 3 hours of the incident, the [Ling Chi Case] ​​joint task force was established.

If the United Chamber of Commerce is the foundation of the KU-32 city-state in the entire new interstellar world and the lifeblood of the 32 urban areas, then the Faust bionic technology led by Wei Qingyang is one of the few valves in this blood system .The case is serious. According to the relevant laws of the city-state, the 32 urban district bureaus must send a representative to intervene in the investigation, and supervise the progress of the case from time to time as a notary.

Wang Yang voluntarily signed up in the representative screening procedures, and the people from the E City Branch Bureau couldn't wait for it.After all, the risk of investigating the United Chamber of Commerce is very high. There have been cases in which special investigators were framed for collusion between government and businessmen and sentenced to life indefinitely. Smart people know how to protect themselves, so they are naturally unwilling to fight for this credit.

But Wang Yang is obviously not that kind of person.

In the shadows under the neon signboards in the lower city of District E, there are crowds of people, and the radio outside the small shop is mixed with electric noise: "...the weather monitoring pointed out that this is the year with the smallest precipitation since humans entered the new interstellar. The average rainfall is less than 15% of previous years.

“气温持续降低，但北方6个大区的空气湿度仅在20%到26%之间浮动，干燥的空气已经导致多处林场发生自燃……我们都在等待这个冬天的第一场雪——19日晚20点03分……”

The broadcast content was squeezed out by the interrupted news, and it was still talking about Wei Qingyang's death.

"Wang Dui, uh, I mean Brother Yang, are you sure you want to go?!" Meng Liang slapped the table and stood up, knocking down the wine bottle at his feet.The wandering spherical robot immediately rolled over from the other end of the food stall to clean up the drinks, rolled its black bean-like eyes, and gave Meng Liang a blank stare.

Meng Liang pursed his lips and swallowed a belch. He suddenly forgot that Wang Yang had been removed from his post as detachment leader by his superiors three years ago, and now he was just an ordinary policeman.Feeling a little embarrassed, Meng Liang stroked his short hair, giggled, and helped himself out: "Brother Yang, I'm sorry, I forgot about this."

Wang Yang waved his hand, knocking the cigarette ash lightly.He has been a policeman for many years and has not cultivated a gangster look, and he still smiles like a student who has just left society.His face was a little red under the influence of alcohol, and he looked naive, but looking closely at the corners of his eyes and brows, there was still a bit of chill that couldn't be concealed.

Meng Liang felt the ten-by-ten coercion from Wang Yang's glance, and immediately shrank his neck. "Don't stare at me, I'll just ask you a random question... Idiots know that this trip is thankless..." He continued to mutter for a long time, and suddenly his red eyes lit up, and he shot again. Erqi: "Brother Yang! You took the initiative to go to the supervision and investigation team, do you think that this case has-uh!"

Meng Liang's stomach churns with excitement, and he almost spits out all the stomach slices he just stuffed into his mouth.He calmed down for a long time before he took a breath again, looked around and no one noticed him, and then lowered his voice and whispered to Wang Yang's ear: "Brother Yang, do you think it has something to do with Zicheng's original matter that you care so much about this case?" relation?"

Wang Yang didn't speak.

"If it really has something to do with that case, it's a serial murder," Meng Liang patted Wang Yang's shoulder. He would never dare to be so casual when he was not drunk. "Brother Yang, don't worry, we will definitely catch the murderer this time! Avenge Zicheng!"

Wang Yang's fingers flicking the cigarette ash froze.After a while he pushed Meng Liang away and said, "Zicheng is not dead."

The bright spark on the cigarette butt burns quietly, and it burns into a peaceful sea of ​​flames in Wang Yang's eyes.

Zicheng is not dead, he firmly believes in this.Although the fire three years ago easily claimed many lives, Wang Yang firmly believed that Zicheng survived, he did not die!

"Zicheng is not dead." Wang Yang repeated calmly.

Wang Zicheng is his younger brother, he didn't die, he just disappeared in the fire of Faust's biological intelligence factory three years ago.That is, during the fire, Wang Yang was dismissed due to a major decision-making error.

But this time he actively applied in the selection of representatives for only one purpose-cross-district investigation.Being able to temporarily obtain the authority to transfer files in 32 core urban areas will be of great help to him in continuing to investigate everything about Wang Zicheng.

"The sixth stage of mind soothing treatment has begun, please adjust the equipment and receive treatment—"

Wang Yang lay down in his dormant cabin, waiting for the ring-shaped light bulb emitting a faint blue light above his head to gradually go out.For someone of his caliber who had suffered severe dereliction of duty on the job, security groups viewed them as emotionally paranoid and unstable.If you are sick, you need to be cured.

If not treated in time, it is likely to make wrong judgments again when encountering the same work accident.

The so-called "mind-soothing treatment" is the most common method among them. Listening to the recordings will never take up too much time for employees.Their time belongs to work.

"Creation Chapter Bad Point..."

The tone of the AI ​​reading in the ear is soft and empty, and it will quickly hypnotize people into a wonderful spiritual realm where they will never sleep.Wang Yang has always believed that it is superfluous to let AI learn to punctuate sentences and recite them with eloquence.

"...the Creator held a circuit board in his hand. He melted the metal with the light of the stars and soldered the spots on the circuit board. The high-temperature liquid sphere under the tip of the soldering pen was round and rolled onto the board, shining like a star in the vastness of the stars. One of them is insignificant.

"He welded many pieces of this kind of board, some big and some small, and gradually pieced together a universe, in which endless rivers of stars flow.

"Creation is a huge project, the world's chassis is intricate, and the Creator has never stopped his work at hand, so people often say that the universe is constantly expanding, which makes sense.

"However, He is very old, and the fingertips holding the soldering pen tremble uncontrollably. When writing the pen, it is inevitable that there will be mistakes. The chance of this is very small, and the Creator doesn't care much.

"The odds are small, but still there.

"And those mis-soldered, defective dots have a unified name: dead dots..."

The only effect of the mind-soothing treatment was to make Wang Yang fall asleep completely, and it did soothe the frown between his brows and give him a moment of peace.

In his dream, he saw a blue field with straw waist-high, a tree with a full canopy growing on the horizon, and a lampstand standing at the end of the blue wheat waves.A figure ran through the crowded wheat waves, ran, ran hard, ran to the trees on the horizon, and finally disappeared with the wind on the horizon, scattered into the debris of thousands of tiny stars.

It's just that Wang Yang doesn't know that he is sleeping unsuspectingly at this moment, being watched by a pair of eyes beyond the stars.