Bang!

When the lights were turned on, Yuan Luo narrowed his eyes and was a little uncomfortable with the strong light in the interrogation room. It had been half a day since he was brought back to Mars by the female SSP. He felt very hungry now, and driving a spacecraft was a job that combined brain and physical strength.

A male SSP with green eyes and black and white clothes sat in front of him, slowly pulled out the notebook and paper and pen, and asked without raising his head.

"name?"

"Yuan Luo."

Yuan Luo replied, cooperating with great cooperation: "The source of water, the source of Luo in Los Angeles."

"age."

"Seventeen years and two months."

“Synthesized by Eden Company?”

"yes."

More than 500 years ago, the Alliance ZF law stipulated that bio-companies must modify the genes of the eye color in the process of synthesizing babies. This will facilitate them to be identified from the population and distinguish them from natural persons. Among the major bio-companies, Eden chose the eye to be eye-catching blue.

“Work or study?”

"Work, run interstellar freight." Yuan Luo replied.

"How long have you been working?" SSP asked while taking notes.

"Two years and six months."

"Who taught you how to drive a spaceship?"

Yuan Luo pondered for a moment and replied: "Coach of Phobos Spaceship Management Office, I forgot the name."

“How long has it been since I got my driver’s license?”

"Two years and six months."

"Who gives you the courage to go out to drive a spaceship at the age of fifteen?"

Owen closed the folder and asked casually.

"Eden only raised me until I was fifteen years old." Yuan Luoyan answered concisely.

Irving raised his eyebrows. The Federal ZF stipulates the working age of a natural person, 20 years old. But it does not stipulate the working time of a synthetic person. In fact, as the boy opposite said, most synthetic persons work at around fifteen years old.

Including himself.

Fifteen, this number has no special meaning, it is just the age when the cost and benefits obtained by major companies after rigorous algorithms. If it is low, synthesizers will easily die, and if it is high, it is not cost-effective.

After all, the income of synthetic companies comes from the "tax" of adult synthetics, which is almost an open secret in the solar system. Raising for one more year means a sharp increase in costs.

At this time, the square iron door of the serious case interrogation room was pushed open, and another SSP hurried in. He placed a small booklet on a transparent table and whispered in Owen's ear: "This is a file sent by Eden Biotechnology. They said that the traffic accident is not responsible, so we can handle this person at will."

"I knew they would say that."

Irving sneered, Eden's reply was long before he expected.

Biotechnology companies do not have after-sales service and basically treat offspring with the same attitude. They do not care about burying them, and they can be dealt with if they have any problems.

He waved his hand. His colleague left the serious case handling room. Owen picked up the files sent by Eden and started reading them.

The pages record the date of birth of the teenager, the education he received, the environment he grew up, and even the gene encoding.

Everything is no different from what the boy in front of him said. He was born on the Eden assembly line in 3004, and then received basic education in the Eden Group. The education process was stable, without any extraordinary behavior, and did not show any special talent.

When he was fifteen years old, he chose to go to the spacecraft management office to learn driving skills. After graduation, he happened to be recruiting deliverymen for Berkeley. After being selected, he served Berkeley for two years and six months, until now.

Irving flipped through the thin archives in front of him and occasionally looked up at the boy sitting opposite the transparent table.

After he stopped interrogation, the boy returned to standby appearance, unable to see fear or fear. His lower blue eyes were a little dull.

In fact, from the time he surrendered himself after hitting someone to the death, and then to the time when Officer Lei was sent to the serious crime handling room, he always looked dull, like a piece of wood without emotions.

"Aren't you afraid?"

"According to interstellar law, you may be sentenced to death."

"I can't change what has happened."

Yuan Luo muttered.

"Hehe, that's the case."

Owen threw the file back on the table and asked bluntly: "Do you know Jean Gelm?"

"I don't know." Yuan Luo shook his head, and finally he raised his head, "I want to hire a lawyer, I didn't deliberately hit him to death."

"The lawyer...well..."

Irving's mouth twitched a moment, and the Synthetic Man wanted to hire a lawyer, but I had never heard of it.

He sighed with some sympathy and stood up, "I'll just say it, even if you hit someone, you will be punished, let alone you. Even if you don't have to be sentenced to death, you will have to be imprisoned for more than ten or twenty years. But this is not bad for you. Although it's a bit harder in prison, you don't spend money on eating, which is different from outside, right?"

Yuan Luo thought about it and it was indeed the reason.

"Yes." He replied, still feeling a little unwilling.

If he hadn't seen a seal, he would have to go to jail. Anyway, sitting in the cockpit of a spaceship is no different from being in jail, but after all, he had seen a seal. He also wanted to touch it one day.

After the interrogation, SSP left and the room became quiet again.

......

......

Not far from the serious case interrogation room, Lei Qixuan stood in the office with expressionless face. The only light in the whole room was the projection in front of him. In the projection, an old man in uniform sat on a chair.

"Has Germ's body been recycled?" asked the old man in the projection.

"It's done, Director." Lei Qixuan replied.

"snort."

The old man in the projection seemed relieved. He walked to the cabinet of his room, poured himself a glass of wine, and said, "I really spoiled you. I have cooperated with you to do such a risky thing. I swear, there will be no next time. You should also restrain me. Fortunately, nothing happened this time, otherwise you would have a good fruit!"

"I said I'll catch him, and I'll catch him." Lei Qi said with a stern face: "It's just a pity that my subordinates, a very young synthetic man..."

"What a pity your subordinate?"

The old man in the projection exclaimed: "Do you know how cautious those people in the space city are? Because of today's accident, Becklammy's stock price fell by 5% that day, evaporating market value of up to billions of credit coins. Their senior management sent me a question and asked me what happened to the accident today."

"Release their blood!"

Lei Qixuan suddenly became furious and looked up and roared: "TMD, a group of dirty things that make adult toys, dare to hold me accountable. Could it be that I have to say hello to this group of XX who are studying the shape of women's YD?"

The old man in the video was silent. His face looked a little ugly and said patiently: "Qixuan, what they do is not important, but they provide millions of jobs in the solar system, stabilize the order of the entire society, and they have the right to get the truth."

Lei Qixuan clenched his fists tightly and stared at the old man in the projection fiercely.

The old man sat on the sofa, crossed his legs and said calmly: "If you had captured Gem alive this time, I could say a few more words for you. Unfortunately, he was a dead man and could not ask any information. The input and output completion were not proportional. Also, if it weren't for two synthetics today, you would have been done long ago. But you wouldn't be so lucky every time, someone would have blamed you for your crime. In the future, it would be better to be calm."

Lei Qixuan said incrediblely: "Help me take the blame, what kind of crime?"

The old man sighed and said helplessly: "Please, Qixuan, you closed the entire Mars airport and the entire Space City for an hour. The economic losses caused are immeasurable. Even the Space City, which has not committed any crime for hundreds of years, caused a traffic accident. This kind of thing is not glorious to your resume. Fortunately, a naughty man killed Gelm. Otherwise, God knows what those timid space investors will be scared."

"ah?"

Lei Qifeng tilted his head, "What did you say? Old man, didn't Gelm be killed by me? What does it have to do with the synthetic man?"

"Nonsense, you remembered it wrong."

The old man in the video rebuked: "It's just that a Berkeley employee who violated the ban with a small advantage and accidentally collided with a person at the entrance of the Mars channel. It's that simple."

"you!!"

Lei Qixuan slapped the table and said angrily: "Aren't you going to explain the truth to the public?"

The old man in the video sneered: "What do you want me to say? The synthetic rebellion organization is revived, or is it not safe to build factories in space. Originally, the economic situation on Mars this year is not good, and employees are being laid off everywhere. If the factory is moved away and billions of people are unemployed, causing unrest, can you bear this responsibility?"

Lei Qixuan was stunned and opened his mouth. He wanted to speak several times, but he didn't know what to say. He just felt a stone in his heart, which was so stressed.

"I can only choose what they are happy to hear, right?"

After the old man finished speaking, he hung up the projection.

The light disappeared, and Lei Qixuan stood in the dark office, feeling a little dizzy, chest tightness and shortness of breath. She was sitting on a chair unsteadily for a while, and her brain buzzed.

It was not until the knocks came outside the door that her breathing was a little smoother.

Someone walked into her office and placed a stack of documents on her desk: "Rai Sir. After asking, the files are all here."

"Let's go."

Lei Qixuan said without raising his head.

"yes."

Owen put the file on the table and said, "Lei Sir, you're done with everything today. You can go back and rest for a while."

Lei Qixuan raised his head and saw those green eyes.

Owen bent down, bowed, and said, "Lei Sir, I made a mistake in judgment today. Fortunately, you gave me a guarantee and went to Space City in advance, otherwise, I really don't know what would happen."

Lei Qixuan waved his hand, rubbed his forehead and asked, "Where is that synthetic man."

"He's in the interrogation room, and in a while we'll send someone to jail."

Lei Qixuan was silent. After a while, she said dryly: "That's it, I understand, you go down."

"Good night, Ray Sir."

Owen said, bowing slightly and retreating from the office.
Chapter completed!