SOTOPIA: Artificial Pseudo-God

Kay, standing aside, was looking through other files before and after the Komorowski case.One of the volumes caught her attention. "This is the case file of those three scum who were lynched—it's called lynching, but it's actually castration," she said to Steven.

Steven took the file and immediately noticed something strange: "The suspect in this case—wait, it can't be such a coincidence."

The criminal suspect who was confirmed to have used lynching was marked as "missing" in the case file, but all information such as name, photo, and original residential address were registered in detail.Steven noticed that the neighbor of the Komorowskis, the "For God's Way" Avenger, had the same surname as the strange man who had pulled himself into the city's arsenal for a chat not long ago.Judging from the old photos, the looks of the two are not similar, but their temperaments do have something in common.

"What's the matter?" Seeing Steven clenched the document in his hand, Kay asked with concern, lest the other party accidentally be charged with destroying historical files.

Steven reacted quickly: "It's nothing, I just think this Myersand is a magical figure."

Kay immediately asked Vera: "Can't we take these files away?"

Vera shook her head helplessly, and the two didn't insist anymore.

Steven carefully put away the files with his own hands, and watched Vera rearrange the pile of old yellow papers and the tragic stories behind the files, returning to the place where they have been most often in the past few decades.Before leaving, Kay accidentally glanced at another stack of files on Vera's workbench, the encryption logo on it was particularly conspicuous.

"Vera." She softly called the other person's name.

Vera stopped what she was doing and looked up at her.At that moment, Kay suddenly realized that he was not familiar with this student at the same level, and even sensed an inexplicable danger.

"Are you still in the Chayin Castle incident?" Kay asked, suppressing the doubts in his heart.

Vera looked into Kay's eyes. The red-haired female detective looked puzzled, but she didn't back down.She lowered her head again: "Yes."

This is the expected answer.Kaye asked again: "Is it for one of the victims?"

The writing pen stopped.After a moment of silence, Kay received Vera's meaningful answer: "There are always people who will do incredible things for someone."

"Be careful." Kay could only respond in this way.

"What about you? Mr. Krebs and Elena have his purpose. What do you want to find out here?" Vera asked back.

Kai shook his head with a wry smile: "The things I care about are always beyond my expectations."

On the way to send Kay home, while waiting for the green light, Steven suddenly found the answer.He patted Kay on the shoulder sharply and said, "I know who she is."

Just after eating the donuts brought by Steven, Kay, who was dozing off in the passenger seat, almost jumped up: "Don't be so startled, I'm a weak wounded."

Ignoring Kay's exaggerated complaints, he said a name: "Kristen Reynolds."

"Huh? The name sounds familiar."

"The daughter of the late sociologist Piero Renault - now it seems that she is probably an adopted daughter, and she herself has a considerable status in the academic world. We all call her Mrs. Renault." The green light was on, and Steven manipulated The new car followed slowly in the traffic flow. "When I was in college, I saw her in Professor Mayer's lectures. She was an associate professor at the time, but she seemed to be doing independent research, and we rarely saw her in school. Just now I thought that face looked like somewhere I've seen it before, considering the current age, maybe it's her. After all, there are too many bizarre things now, and it might be right to guess in an extreme direction."

Kai looked at Steven's focused eyes and couldn't help laughing: "I suddenly want to know, why did you do this for Moskevich?"

Steven still looked at the road ahead, and his hands were steady: "Maybe it's because I don't think he was destined to be like this. Besides, I did it for myself."

"Own curiosity?"

"It's my own conscience."

"He may not be grateful to you."

"But I will."

Steven suddenly wanted to smoke a cigarette to soothe his emotions, but he forcibly suppressed this urge because of Kay who was beside him. "What about you, I thought you, as Maynard's confidant, only wanted to dissuade me."

Kay smiled briefly, and replied: "Although I admire him, following someone doesn't mean dedicating one's thoughts unconditionally."

"Speaking of which, I have one more thing to ask of you." Steven weighed in for a while, and made the request again.

"Switch to a week's worth of fruit this time, and I'm going to eat fat during this time." Kay muttered.

Steven couldn't help laughing: "Caroline told me that when she grows up, she wants to have the same figure as you. Well, let's get down to business: isn't the road where we were attacked not monitored?"

"Of course, that's a place with few street lights."

"The driving recorder of the police car and the ambulance, can I get this? My little broken car doesn't have such a thing."

Kay thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement. "You want to follow up on the trail of the attacker?"

"The more Maynard kept from me, the more I wanted to find out."

Kay spread his hands helplessly: "It's up to you, I can only do this."

Just then, Kay's cell phone rang.She looked at the caller's name, glanced at Steven who was busy driving, and turned on the speakerphone.Maynard's hoarse voice came from the phone, mixed with the dense phone ringing and voices in the background, Steven and Kay could almost imagine the tense and dangerous atmosphere in the office.

"Something happened to the Fuxing Building."

In the Special Office of Statistics and Surveillance of the Los Angeles Regional Bureau, staff members who wear suits or operational uniforms like other FBI agents are extremely busy.They shuttled between the office card slots, quickly sorting out the latest documents, simply interpreting them and reporting them upwards.The phone of the sub-office in charge of liaison kept ringing, and everyone's face was covered with fine beads of sweat under anxiety and urgency.

Maynard had taken off his blazer, his shirt sleeves were tucked up to his elbows, and the latest bulletins were all over the table.

He stood up, squeezed the microphone tightly and said in a low voice: "Part of our manpower was transferred by Mr. Greert, and it is not enough now. I know you should have a rest today, but the situation is special, I will give Remember to work overtime. Come back as soon as possible, there was an attack on the Fuxing Building."

On the other end of the phone, Steven was very surprised: "Wait, isn't Fuxing Building owned by Sotopia?"

"Yes, the director of their Strategic Planning Bureau has been held hostage. This happened half an hour ago. Fortunately, the incident didn't make a big splash, and the media didn't know about it yet."

"Strategic Planning Bureau?" Steven frowned, flashing through the announced list of heads of Sotopia's various departments in his mind. "If I remember correctly, it seems to be that Mills Fraser?"

Maynard rubbed the bridge of his nose that was slightly scratched by the glasses, and said wearily: "This is the man. Fuxing Building has provided surveillance video of the surrounding area and the building, come and take a look."

"What about me?" Kay asked.

"You have other arrangements, but now you go home and wait for orders." Maynard briefly explained.