"The family of the deceased believes that the police station is directly responsible for his death. They were very unfriendly when police officers visited last time. You'd better not further stimulate the family's emotions to prevent them from complaining to the media. In case this leads to

If the control fails, our work will be considered a failure before we start." This is what Lan Tian told Aaron before setting off.

Worried that Ling Chong would conflict with the upright Liu Zhengyi, Aaron proposed to act together with Ling Chong this time. The two were assigned the task of understanding the situation from the family members of the deceased. On the other hand, Zhou Yuqing and Liu Zhengyi's temporary team

Responsible for re-creating crime scenes and death scenes.

"It seems that this dear friend's financial situation is not very good?" Aaron glanced at the community where the deceased's family lived. From the walls to the buildings inside, there was a clear style of the 1920s and 1930s. This must be a man who wanted to be an old man.

It is an old community, and although many of its infrastructures have been renovated, they still cannot fully keep up with the times.

"Most of the veterans of the peacekeeping war are not living very well. Lucky ones like me and your father are not common." Ling Chong sighed, "They gave everything they had for the establishment of the Federation, but they were ruined by themselves.

The country as it was created is left behind.”

"Because the neural modifications required to install prosthetics are incompatible with the terminal technology?" Most people have heard of the grievances here, and it has even triggered fierce social unrest. The final product is autonomous enclaves like the Ninth District in various places.

Large cities emerged and governments to some extent acquiesced in their existence.

"Yes, people with prosthetic limbs need to undergo a certain degree of neural modification to avoid rejection reactions. However, this kind of neural modification is one-time and irreversible. However, it directly conflicts with terminal technology, causing people who have undergone such modifications to have terminal terminals.

The adaptability is extremely poor, and you should know best how people without the ability to use terminals are treated in this society." Ling Chong's tone became more emotional.

"...If I were them, I would also be resentful." Aaron chose to reject terminal technology on his own initiative, so he was still able to accept it. Those veterans who were forced to separate from the mainstream of society had no chance to regret it.

"So being able to live in such a house is considered a good situation. Now most of the veterans are relying on unemployment benefits to survive." Ling Chong showed his electronic ID to the security device at the door and turned the car around.

Drive into the community.

The community looked more depressed than outside. The green plants were half-dead, and some aging and failed equipment was left in a damaged state. A few bored middle-aged men sat lazily in the park and basked in the sun.

As soon as the two people's car drove in, they immediately cast hostile looks, like wild wolves whose territory had been invaded.

"I feel like I'm less popular here than in District 9." Aaron half-joked to Ling Chong.

"Your feeling is correct. We are not welcome, so it's best not to provoke them." Ling Chong's answer was serious.

The car parked in front of the building where the deceased lived. Aaron rang the doorbell several times but there was no response. He was wondering if he had come at the wrong time when a resident happened to pass by and glanced at them with a mocking expression.

"I'm sorry, is the doorbell broken?" Ling Chong immediately realized what was going on.

"Yes, who are you looking for?" the resident asked warily.

"The resident of No. 502, I am an old comrade of the head of his household." Ling Chong lied.

"Come here now, do you know what happened?" The resident frowned and asked again.

"He didn't even take his life on the battlefield. I don't believe he committed suicide." Ling Chong nodded solemnly, "So I rushed over to see if I could be of any help."

"Come in, I'll take you there." The resident's expression softened, and he used his key card to open the old automatic door that frequently malfunctioned.

After being "accompanied" by the resident to the door with house number 502, Ling Chong reached out and knocked on the door.

"...Who?" After waiting for dozens of seconds, an obviously depressed female voice came out.

"I am Captain Huo's comrade. I have been rescued by him before. I heard that he recently...so I wanted to see if his family needs any help." Because the resident was staring at Ling Chong, he had no choice but to save him.

The lie continues to the end.

"Oh, please wait a moment." There was silence behind the door for a while and then it was opened. Standing inside was a middle-aged woman with a sad face, as if she might fall down at any moment. When she saw the resident following her, there was an obvious look in her eyes.

A look of surprise.

"I'm just worried, so I'll come over here and have a look. If everything's okay, I'll go home." This dear friend lives across the street from this house, and he seems to have some special goodwill towards the hostess of this house.

"It's okay, you can go back." The hostess forced a smile to him, and the resident opened the door and went back.

"So, are you really my husband's comrade-in-arms?" The hostess then turned her attention to Ling Chong, "I know all the comrades-in-arms who are still in contact with my husband, and you are not one of them."

"I'm sorry I lied just to get in. I'm a police officer and I came here to investigate your husband's death." Seeing that the other party directly exposed his lie, Ling Chong no longer concealed it.

"Please come back, I have said everything I need to tell you!" The hostess's face suddenly became very ugly, and she wanted to close the door after saying these words.

"Please wait a moment!" Ling Chong hurriedly stretched out his hand to block the door panel, then turned over his right wrist and showed it to the hostess.

"This is?!" The hostess noticed a somewhat blurred and deformed barcode on Ling Chong's wrist, which made her pause.

"Although I lied to you, I did participate in the peacekeeping war. In a sense, I can be regarded as your husband's comrade-in-arms. I believe that any soldier who survived that war would not give up his life casually.

, then I took over this case and wanted to find the real murderer. You must not be able to accept the current result, right?" Ling Chong retracted his hands and said calmly to the hostess.

"...You two, please come in." The hostess hesitated for a moment and got out of the way.

As soon as they entered the house, they smelled a strong scent of incense. Then they saw the military uniform portrait of the deceased and the sacrificial incense burner in the living room. The automatic housekeeping service system in the apartment suite seemed to have aged quite seriously.

The ability to maintain cleanliness and tidiness is probably attributed to the hard work of the hostess. The furniture and technological products that are more than ten years old and outdated show that this family once had a period of good economic conditions, but the current situation is not very optimistic.

Ling Chong silently walked to the portrait of the deceased, clasped his hands, closed his eyes and began to pray for the deceased.

"Thank you for your willingness to mourn for him." The hostess also waited silently until Ling Chong finished praying, "Would you two like tea?"

"No need to bother, let's get straight to the point." Ling Chong waved his hand and sat down, "Can I ask what you and your husband do for a living?"

"My husband is working as a private detective. As for me, who is unable to work due to my daughter's illness, I simply lost my job and took care of my daughter at home." The hostess didn't say anything about this. She sat down and answered Ling Chong's question honestly.

"Your daughter is bedridden due to illness?" Ling Chong was stunned. He had never heard of this information in the briefing.

"Do you know about ALS?" The hostess' expression became more and more depressed.

"I know, this is probably one of the few terminal diseases for which the cause is unclear." Ling Chong nodded, "Could it be your daughter?"

"Well, because the bulbar disease requires machine assistance to breathe, and there is no way to connect consciousness to the terminal, I can only be trapped in my own body every day and can't do anything. Now the child's father..." The hostess

I almost cried on the spot.

Ling Chong and Aaron could only choose to remain silent about this. Everyone can give cheap comfort, so what's the use?

"Sorry, it's really hard to control my emotions lately." After a few minutes of silence, the hostess reached out and wiped her face, "Anyway, you can see that my family is in a bad situation. This didn't start with my husband's death.

.”

"Has your husband ever made any enemies during his work? As far as I know, the private detective profession can easily lead to trouble." Aaron suddenly asked first.

"Well, I can't explain it clearly." The hostess frowned in distress, "My husband rarely mentions work to me. I guess he doesn't want me to worry about it."

"So recently, has your husband received a higher salary than usual, or mentioned that he is about to receive a high salary?" Realizing what Aaron wanted to ask, Ling Chong followed the topic and asked.

"Oh, let alone the high salary, he probably doesn't even have a job recently." The hostess smiled bitterly, "Although he doesn't say it himself, he has been coming home relatively early recently. If he really has work at hand, he won't be so early.

Came back."

"Madam, was your husband in this state the day before his accident?" Aaron's heart moved, feeling that he had caught some sense of disobedience.

"Yes, what's the problem?" The hostess looked at him doubtfully.
Chapter completed!