"Oh, don't worry, my sweetheart. The old man only has one son: me. If I ask for money, he has to give it to me. Otherwise, do I have to donate it all to charity?"
"Your father will be angry."
"It doesn't matter if he's angry, can he still break off the relationship with me? I like you, and he must like you too."
In a corner of the restaurant, the man who had been noticed by Anderson before was speaking sweet words to the T800 android North in front of him.
"Huh, this unfilial son," Anderson whispered while eavesdropping: "Although I really want to be angry, when I think about the abnormal android sitting across from him who is planning to defraud him of his money, I feel a little gloating."
"Hmm..." Kangna responded casually while eating.
Previously, because the two mission targets came together, Anderson and Kangna discussed it and left the police car to follow them on foot. In order not to cause trouble, Kangna found an OK bandage and put it on the indicator light on her forehead to make her heroic appearance
The sassy temperament adds a wild flavor.
"However, the fact that 'North', as a bionic person, can have a normal account and pretend to be a real person to commit fraud must not be out of her own ideas. There must be an organization behind her, and it may be what we are looking for.
Target." Anderson continued his analysis.
["I don't think we can let Mr. Leo Manfield go to his father for this." (Model)]
["So, Vice Captain Anderson, how did you recognize that she was a dancer?" (Rebellion)]
["After they separate, we will follow North."]
["Order two more steaks." (Taotie)]
"As for North, just call the surveillance to know where she has gone. She will not hide her whereabouts without knowing that she is being followed, but that Mr. Karl Manfeld was originally on our visit list.
From this we know that there should be an android in his family who may have abnormalities." Connor put down her fork and wiped her mouth with a napkin: "We should use this as a reason to follow Leo Manfield to visit his father and confirm that the android
After receiving the information, I asked him how he met North."
"The idea is very good, and there is nothing illegal," Anderson nodded approvingly: "Maybe you will become a good police officer in the future."
"No, sir, if we pay a formal visit in a grand and formal manner, the android may not be abnormal." Kangna pointed to Leo over there who was still sweetly talking to North: "You also said, Karl
Manfield, the famous painter, has almost no bad reviews, so the anomaly of the android is probably due to the fact that this guy has repeatedly made unreasonable troubles."
"What do you mean?" Anderson's eyelids twitched.
"I guess, sir, when you were searching the dens of those red ice dealers, you did a lot of 'infiltration' work, right?" Kangna winked at him.
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Detroit's 2nd Ward, Carl Manfeld Mansion.
[Confirmation information: Karl Manfeld, 68 years old, is a famous painter. The content of most of his works are "fantasy things that are as real as real existence", so he is named "realistic fantasy school". His paintings were not
He is not popular, but in recent years, because the several scenery and creatures discovered by the Star Alliance on alien planets are basically consistent with the depictions in their past paintings, he has begun to be sought after by the public. The Star Alliance once formulated a recruitment and research plan, but because he was too old and
Weak and unable to implement.]
[Confirmed information, the T850 housekeeping robot was named Markus by Karl Manfeld. Reports show that he has experienced an 'overload' state a total of 46 times in the past year.]
"So, what was that he drew?"
"If it's not the Avatar, should it be the alien that the Star Alliance will encounter in the future?"
At this time, Anderson and Kangna had already successfully sneaked into Carl's mansion before Leo, which had only one housekeeping android, and were hiding in his giant studio while discussing his unfinished giant painting.
The painting depicts a woman with blue skin and seemingly no hair standing in a temple-like building to pray.
"What do you think? Marcus?" Karl Manfeld, who has snow-white hair, wrinkled face, and thin body, is sitting in a wheelchair. He is using the drawing board in his hand to direct the two robotic arms to control the huge hanging on the wall.
The portrait was daubed—the noise made by the robotic arm was also the reason why Kangna and Anderson dared to chat in a low voice.
"Hmm...I think it's quite...wonderful." The android named Marcus has short hair, wheat-colored skin, and a strong build. His overall temperament looks like...a gentle large dog?
"Hahaha... people who can't understand my paintings say that," Karl added two more strokes, put down the drawing board and turned the wheelchair towards Marcus: "It's your turn next."
"No, I don't have the talent in this area, Karl." Marcus refused.
"Well, I know it since the last time you drew a 'painting' that was the same as the photo," the old man didn't intend to give up: "So, today you are not allowed to draw anything you have seen before."
"This..." Marcus was a little at a loss.
"Pick up the paintbrush, Marcus." Karl gestured to the table piled with various painting tools.
Marcus picked up the brush as instructed, but he was still at a loss when facing the blank canvas.
"A long time ago, there was a view that with the advent of cameras, there was no need for realistic paintings, and I proved them wrong," the old man said in a gentle voice: "Painting is not to copy reality, but to add your own.
Feeling, filling and supplementing, expressing the thoughts you want to convey to the audience through things that are familiar to the audience, this is something that photos cannot do."
"Karl, I..."
"Close your eyes and don't search for images in your memory," Carl continued: "Choose a word that doesn't point to an entity, and then describe the posture it takes in your mind, and go for it."
Marcus finally closed his eyes. The halo on his forehead gradually turned yellow and began to flash continuously. The arm holding the brush slowly raised. His movements seemed stiff at first, but soon became smooth and skillful.
, it even gives people the feeling of writing vigorously.
"Oh, um." Karl tilted his head quietly to watch, and occasionally let out an exclamation.
"This..." When Marcus finally stopped painting and opened his eyes, he was also shocked by his own work.
"That's a nice painting, Marcus, but what words are you thinking of?" asked the painter.
What finally appears on the canvas is a crystal clear and beautiful castle whose main body and decoration are entirely made of ice and snow, as well as a figure wearing a golden crown, an ice crystal dress, and fluffy blond hair, dozing on the throne with his eyes closed, slightly...
A cute girl with the aura of a superior. On one side of the throne is a big sword with strange runes, and on the other side is a ridiculous little snowman dancing.
