Weird Live Broadcast: I Can Deduce Endlessly

(You grab the man's collar.)

(You: Tell me, how did you do it? Why are you able to block the sensors of the service robots?)

(Man: I don't know, I really don't know.)

(You increase the output of your mental power.)

(The man's forehead starts to sweat.)

(Man: I really don't know. Every night from 7:00 to 11:00, the service robots here are blocked from sensing, so I come here to breathe some fresh air. Big brother, please don't report me, I am willing to give you 10 years in exchange, please let me go.)

(You push the man away.)

(The man cries and sobs, the effect of the psychological suggestion still not dissipating, he quickly lowers his head and runs away, disappearing at the end of the street.)

(You look around.)

(Finally, you find a hollow floor tile in the corner of the wall.)

(You dig up the floor tile and find a pulling ring inside.)

(You pull the ring.)

(A current flashes.)

(You are electrocuted to a crisp.)

(You die.)

(The deduction ends!)

Gu Yi opened his eyes and looked towards the southeast corner of the city.

That street, known as Dark Street, is a place hiding secrets, but the difficulty lies in how to unearth those secrets. He pondered for a moment; since that place is not monitored by service robots, could I do something even more outrageous?

The man had said, at a fixed time every day, Dark Street would block monitoring. Even thinking with one's toes, one would know that it's a good place for criminals to gather.

I should observe for a while longer and not rush into investigation.

Thinking this, Gu Yi closed his eyes again.

(The deduction begins!)

(You arrive at Dark Street.)

(You climb to the rooftop of a nearby building, secretly observing.)

(The man squats in the corner until eight o'clock at night.)

(He gets up from the ground and wanders around the street for a while before leaving.)

(The gaps between buildings are so small, you can easily jump from one building to another, thus following the man.)

(You discover that this man has a strong anti-surveillance awareness, even though you are tracking him from the rooftop, he still keeps looping around.)

(You guess that the last time you used psychological suggestion on him, he was pretending, he only revealed a part of the obvious information and did not tell the whole truth.)

(Even you touching the electrifying ring might have been deliberately guided by him.)

(Normal people cannot achieve this level.)

(Only like the strategy group's agents who have undergone professional psychological training, can one possibly have a certain resistance.)

(After wandering around for a long time, the man finally goes home.)

(You miss your chance.)

(You leave the rooftop and come to the back of the man's house.)

(Other people live in crowded tube buildings, but the man lives in a shanty, looking dilapidated by appearance, as if it might collapse if there's wind or rain.)

(You dare not get too close, only stealing glances from a distance.)

(The man doesn't turn on the light, but you can hear him talking on the phone with someone.)

(According to the set of A-level rules, third-class citizens are not entitled to use any communication tools, and the man's house is so dilapidated, obviously, he can't afford a phone.)

(You speculate, the man must be a criminal in this world, and possibly a small gang leader. You decide not to have a direct conflict with him until you fully understand his background.)

(You hear a series of footsteps.)

(You quickly flip over and hide in a garbage bin.)

(The footsteps stop, followed by a knock on the door.)

(You lift the lid of the garbage bin slightly to peek outside.)

(A curvaceous woman in revealing clothes stands at the man's door, making you frown.)

(The man claims he is gay, but in fact, he swings both ways, unable to resist loneliness at night.)

(The man opens the door, and freezes upon seeing the woman.)

(Man: You still have the face to come back?)

(Woman: This is my house, why can't I come back?)

(Man: I don't have a daughter like you.)

(You are greatly shocked.)

(The man pushes the woman out and then closes the door.)

(The woman stands at the door for a while, then turns and leaves.)

(You leave the garbage bin and secretly follow the woman.)

(The woman leaves Dark Street and comes to a somewhat cleaner street next door, she leans against the wall, lighting a cigarette.)

(You walk up to her.)

(You: I have something to talk to you about.)

(Woman: 5 years.)

(You: I'm not asking for that...)

(Woman: Then don't waste my time.)

(You extend your right hand.)

(You: Alright then, 5 years it is.)

(Woman: Do you have a place? If not, follow me.)

(You: No, you follow me.)

(You take the woman to Dark Street, where you can freely use your skills.)

(It's too dark, you can't see the woman's expression clearly.)

(You secretly use psychological suggestion on the woman, and you notice she moves a bit closer to you, the psychological suggestion works.)

(You: Why do you do this job?)

(Woman: Why do all you men like to ask this question?)

(You: Just asking.)

(Woman: My family is sick, and the treatment requires me to add a million years to my sentence, if I add another million years, I'll become fertilizer. I have no other choice but to come out and sell. )

(The woman speaks very fast, her eyes somewhat evasive, you know she is lying, but you do not expose her.)

(You: Then why don't you find a better job?)

(Woman: I'm a third-class citizen, what kind of job can I choose? Mining, waiter, janitor, it's good enough to reduce three years of sentence in a day. Can I support my family and myself like this?)

(You: There are always ways, there are many opportunities if you try hard...)

(Woman: Stop talking nonsense. Your face, just like those second-class citizens, always uses these ghost words to deceive us. You always say it so lightly, but where is life that simple? If I could find a job that reduces a lot of sentences easily, why would I sell my dignity here?)

(You: At least your father has always been trying for this.)

(The woman stops, and extends her right hand, wanting to return the sentence to you.)

(Woman: You must be the negotiator sent by my old man, right? I'm not doing business with you anymore.)

(You: I don't quite understand...)

(Woman: Do you know how my mother died? She stayed in the mining area too long, reluctant to change her breathing mask, and eventually died of lung disease, her lungs turned black before she died. When turning into fertilizer, those hardened lungs couldn't even be burned by the incinerator. At that time, I swore, I'd rather suck on strangers' di*k than bear a heavy breathing mask!)

(The woman lights a cigarette, and takes a deep drag.)

(Woman: Sometimes I especially like to do business with second-class citizens, they tip very generously. It's just a pity, sometimes I have to serve several people at once, kneeling on the ground like a dog wagging its tail. Because of Series A rules, we can't be alone with high-class citizens. Serving them is tiring, but at least it's not like you, such a loser, talking so much nonsense.)

(The woman walks away.)

(You stand there, not knowing what to say.)

(You terminate the deduction!)