Blame him for being too pretty

Lu Gaocheng didn't hear clearly: "What did you say?"

Only then did Song Yuhe come to his senses, and looked at him in confusion: "Huh?"

The feeling of hitting the cotton with his fist was too aggrieved, Lu Gaocheng turned his head away in a muffled voice, ashamed to ask again.

At this moment, Mr. Qiao had finished his tragic crying scene, and turned around angrily: "Who are you guys? Did you kill my brother? Who is the murderer?!"

Everyone: "..."

According to your appearance, the murderer is probably you.

Lu Gaocheng was about to come out to appease this man-eating beast surnamed Qiao, when he heard Song Yuhe squatting on the ground, holding his chin and asking in doubt, "Are you looking for a murderer?"

What 57 read to him should be a script from the perspective of Mr. Qiao, in which there are only background briefings and various plots, but no final mission or real culprit.

Lu Gaocheng gave him a blank look, hastily introduced his script identity to Mr. Qiao, and began to follow the game flow to find clues to figure out who the murderer is.

Song Yuhe was not interested in the sudden death of Mr. Ying, squatting on the ground to look at the bionic man.

Lu Gaocheng and Su Yu tossed and turned in the bedside drawer, whispering about the "murderer".

Song Yuhe asked 57 suspiciously: "If we find out who the murderer is, we can go back?"

57: "Probably."

Song Yuhe hurriedly got up, walked to Mr. Qiao who was looking at his brother indifferently with his arms folded, and raised his hand like a primary school student asking a question: "Sir, I know who the murderer is."

In the system settings, there is probably no one who can solve the puzzle so quickly, so there is no plot that fits this sentence.

Mr. Qiao stood there for a while, before the system simulated his avatar and gave a corresponding response.

"Get out." Mr. Qiao said, still with a cannibalistic smile, "The game has only started for five minutes."

Song Yuhe raised his hands and jumped a little: "I really know."

Mr. Qiao put his arms around his arms, as if he was going to listen to his sophistry: "Well, tell me how the bionic man and Mr. Ying died."

Song Yuhe was at a loss: "Ah? You still want to know how Mr. Ying died?"

Mr. Qiao was so angry that he laughed ferociously.

No matter how nervous Song Yuhe was, he trembled a little at this terrifying smile, a lock of hair on his head twitched, and he muttered softly, "Anyway, the bionic man committed suicide."

Mr. Qiao didn't respond yet, but the barrage laughed.

[The bionic man is just a lump of iron lumps, committing suicide?Do they have suicidal thoughts?Idiots who don’t understand mechanics don’t guess, it’s not embarrassing enough]

【I just sat on the sweeping robot as a stool, and muttered 'how can the stool run? ', does this beautiful idiot have the IQ to solve puzzles? 】

[Hahaha, if this game is so simple, those players wouldn't have to endure Mr. Qiao's acting skills and explore there for a long time without finding an important clue to crack it. 】

[A beautiful idiot, no matter how beautiful he is, he is still an idiot]

Just when everyone was ridiculing, the word "suicide" probably touched the keyword set by the system, but Mr. Qiao changed his attitude and said, "Clue."

"what?"

"Give me clues." Mr. Qiao, "You said that the bionic man committed suicide, then find out all the clues that she is suicidal."

"Her chest wound was poked in from the left side, and the Liuyin stabilizer was dug out forcefully. That kind of strength and angle can only be achieved by herself. Besides, there are no other sharp weapons in the room."

To be able to discover these things is already Song Yuhe's peak IQ.

Mr. Qiao was silent, and even the audience was a little silent.

To put it bluntly, is it really suicide?

When the game was first released, so many people failed to solve the puzzle - maybe there was no murderer from the beginning.

But the bionics are just a bunch of humanoid mechanical circuits, and there is no self-explosion device in the system, so how could they commit suicide? This doesn't make any sense at all.

Just when the audience had different opinions, a red barrage suddenly crossed the screen.

[Isn't this the pretty idiot from Furnley University who snatched someone else's intern at the Bionic Machinery Research Institute? 】

Everyone was stunned.

The amount of information implied in this message is too large, and it took a while for someone to reply.

[Furnley University?Bionic Machinery Research Institute?Grab a spot?What the hell? 】

[Song Wuqi doesn't know how to use bionic machines, he doesn't even know what a sweeping robot is, did he recognize the wrong person? 】

[There are melons, I'll come quickly, Kachi Kachi]

After the bullet screen was drawn, there was no other follow-up. Some people waited for the melon and howled and did not wait, so they had to continue watching.

Song Yuhe can be 100% sure that the bionic man committed suicide, but Mr. Qiao is like a robot who has no emotions, "give me clues" or "get out if you don't give clues" if there is any disagreement.

"What clues do you need?" Song Yuhe squatted back beside the bionic man, frowning and said to 57, "Do you want to know why she committed suicide?"

57: "Probably."

The bionics were damaged, too much silver had leaked, and the whole room had a faint smell, like rust.

The sweeping robot at the door had stopped running, and Song Yuhe's gaze accidentally landed on the unfinished painting in the corner.

On the painting is the outline of a man, with graceful and smooth lines, and the facial features are outlined with just a few strokes—it is Mr. Ying who is lying on the bed.

Song Yuhe looked at the signature, it was today: "Is this Mr. Ying so narcissistic? Can he still draw his own portrait?"

Mr. Qiao, who was trying to act brotherly love, walked up to him at some point, looked at the portrait with him, frowned and said, "Since my eldest brother got sick, the manor has had no other activities for two or three years except for the bionic man who took care of him." People are here."

Song Yuhe said casually, "He drew it himself."

Mr. Qiao said: "My brother suffers from Hurt's syndrome, and he has been unable to lift any heavy objects since a year ago."

Song Yuhe: "Hurt syndrome?"

In fact, it is called Hera Syndrome in reality, and it is the only terminal disease that cannot be cured in the interstellar world. Once it is diagnosed, no matter how expensive the medicine is, it will only have three years of life at most.

Song Yuhe thought for a while, then raised his hand again: "Sir, I know..."

Mr. Qiao looked at him deeply: "Give me a clue."

Song Yuhe: "..."

Song Yuhe thought for a while, and thought with his not very bright mind: "Only the bionic man is taking care of him? Then if the bionic man is repaired, will he be able to know the truth?"

Mr. Qiao was taken aback.

In the spare dialogue response, there probably never was such a situation. After searching countless behaviors, Mr. Qiao couldn't give a suitable response at all, and stood completely in the same place, unable to move his eyes.

Seeing him in a daze, Song Yuhe raised his hand and waved in front of his eyes: "Sir? Mr. Qiao? I need a license to build androids, sir, can you give me one?"

The mentor who took him had severely warned him not to dismantle and repair bionic machines unless there is a formal license.

Mr. Qiao stared at the void numbly, maintaining a silly expression in a daze.

down.

Song Yuhe: "???"

It's obviously Lu Gaocheng's live broadcast, but the audience obviously prefers Song Yuhe's side. Even if there is a big devil Mr. Qiao with acting skills and sharp eyes, it doesn't affect their licking.

Seeing this scene, the barrage almost went crazy from laughing.

【Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, did he drive Mr. Qiao crazy? 】

[This is the first time I saw Mr. Qiao make such a silly expression, crazy screenshots, screenshots, emoticons get]

【Excellent, thanks to my wife for avenging my childhood shadow】

【hhhhhhhhhhhhh】

Just when everyone was laughing, another red barrage floated past.

【What did he just say?Fix the android?Sure enough, he was an idiot. He couldn't even tell that the Liuyin stabilizer was damaged. It was really embarrassing to Fu Enli University. 】

Everyone went straight up after hearing the melon.

[I just wanted to say, can the buddies above put all the melons?Don't always put the hook, it's very annoying]

【What the hell is going on, Song Wuqi is really from the Department of Mechanical Engineering at Furnley University? 】

[I didn’t expect to see a good-looking idiot and a man-eating devil when I watched a live broadcast today, but now I’m eating melons, tsk tsk, twists and turns]

[Excited, wait for the whole melon. 】

This time, the person who released melons didn't want to tantalize people anymore, and directly posted a link: [I have a hammer "link" on my homepage]

The audience clicked in.

[Abyss: I didn't expect to see Song in the game. Seeing so many people bewildered by his face, I really can't stand it.

Song came to Furnley University half a month ago. He heard from the teacher that the place where he was before didn't even have a star network, and he couldn't read all the words. Bionic Machinery Research Institute.

The seniors of the research institute met him a few times and said that he was making trouble in the research institute all day long, yelling at every transmitter he saw, including a country bumpkin.

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The pictures posted by this account are all profile pictures taken from the side, and some of the lenses are out of focus, but it can be seen that the face is really gorgeous and beautiful.

It's really unimaginable for Furnley University to allow a person who doesn't understand mechanics at all to enter the Bionic Machinery Research Institute.

It is extremely unacceptable for the public to go through the back door of academic research, and the comments below are full in a short while.

[Lemonade: Are you sure?If it was true, how could such a pretty face do such a shocking thing?I don't know how to machine and squeeze out other people's places, yue]

[Ancient Dragon: Lu asked him just now if he had ever taken a course in bionic machinery, and he himself answered 'no'. He hasn't studied bionic machinery. You go to a fucking research institute, are you deliberately dragging your feet?]

[One tone: Has Kangkang reversed?]

[Green land sfkhs: I'm really bored to death. If you want to rely on your face to make a living, go to the entertainment industry. Why disturb others who are serious about research? I can't imagine how disgusted I would be if this kind of person took my spot answer】

【HooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooMaybe he is a genius, he can smell lemons through the network cable. 】

Others flocked to the official website of Furnley University and began clamoring for them to give an explanation.

Seeing the scolding and questioning all over the screen, Fu Enli University was stunned, and hurriedly contacted the tutor in charge of leading Song Yuhe in the research institute.

The instructor, surnamed Qin, was holding an umbrella at this time, and stared at the already repaired bionic man in a dazed manner, and asked the person on the other side of the communication blankly, "Ah? What are you doing?" say what?"

"I mean that kid Xiao Song! What's your voice, Lei Sheng?"

Teacher Qin removed the umbrella, trying to calm down in the rain, but was soon drenched by the heavy rain pouring down from his pocket, and put the umbrella up again in desperation.

He rubbed between his brows, annoyed and shocked for a moment.

If he had known that Song Yuhe could even fix the Liuyin stabilizer, he wouldn't have stopped him from tearing things apart.

From now on, the kid can tear down whatever he wants!

You can tear down the research institute!

After knowing the ins and outs, Teacher Qin sighed and said, "No need to respond."

"Huh? But our official website..."

Teacher Qin sighed: "It's very good, academics should have such a rigorous attitude."

"? You... what's wrong with you? A few days ago, you were fighting with the bosses of the research institute because of Xiao Song. Are you too stimulated now, or have you been struck in the head by lightning?"

Teacher Qin: "..."

"I really don't understand, that kid Lu Jing is so good, you decided to enter the research institute before Star Trek, why did you change your mind when you came back? Forget it, you give me the name of Xiao Song's previous school first, I'll post a dynamic first to be steady."

Teacher Qin: "He never went to school."

"..."

"What about the experimental report on the bionic man?"

"No, he doesn't know how to read."

"...What about the practice record?! There should be this, right?!"

"Also..." Teacher Qin was about to say "no", when he suddenly remembered something, he said strangely, "Which game do you think Yuhe is in?"

"Heart, the game where you were scared out of your mind when you were in school."

Teacher Qin: "..."

National Shadow Mr. Joe?

Teacher Qin trembled instinctively at first, and quickly realized that there seemed to be a bionic person with a broken Liuyin stabilizer in the game?

"Practice record, practice record! Any one will do! Didn't he be sent to inspect the scrapped bionic man on duty this morning? That's fine too. Let's stabilize the public opinion first. Give it to me!"

Teacher Qin and the bionic man on duty stared at each other, and said innocently: "Why don't you wait and see, the practical record..."

Maybe it will be there later.

Meanwhile, the game is still live.

Lu Gaocheng watched Song Yuhe's crusade and scolding all over the screen, and curled his lips indistinctly.

They had just searched the entire room for clues when they saw Song Yuhe carrying a small toolbox, sitting cross-legged next to the scrapped bionic man, and began to knock.

Probably the goal was achieved, Lu Gaocheng was in a great mood, and he stepped forward to talk to him: "What are you playing?"

Song Yuhe shook the small wrench: "Fix the bionic man."