Bionic Era

"You are very confident in your abilities. You have used some means to make those old people depend on you, and you are willing to leave your inheritance to you. This has made you rich today."

A stroke of inheritance is not just the accumulation of wealth.

And confidence.

"So you believe that you have the ability to make that thing perfect, but in the end you still miscalculated. Although the law at that time did not set the age gap between the adopter and the adopted person too rigidly, you still failed Adopt that child, because...the child doesn't want to go with you."

Many things are buried in the years.

If no one digs it, those things will rot forever.

The backlog is too high, and the executive will be numb.

Too many people die, the world will be numb.

"That child grew up in the orphanage and left as an adult. Not long after, he committed suicide by jumping off the building. Ms. Yang, this tragedy was caused by you alone. Have you ever regretted it?"

"Mr. Lu, please stop slandering."

Yang Yuhua used the word slander, and his tone became less kind than before.

"Ms. Yang, the executive bureau is a good place. There are many people who can protect a person's safety, but your villa is not very safe."

"Mr. Lu, what do you mean by that?"

Lu Wen raised his head, put his hands behind his back, and walked a few steps casually.

Take a rough look at the whole villa.

"There are several surveillance cameras, but there are still blind spots. For someone with strong computing power and a good knowledge of surveillance, it is a breeze to enter your home through these surveillance blind spots and kill you." He said lightly. .

"Mr. Lu, are you threatening me? I can record it and notify the media. I know you are now running for parliament."

"No, it's not a threat, it's a statement of the truth."

Lu Wen stood not far from Yang Yuhua.

He spread his five fingers, slowly projecting pictures one after another.

Those are the scene of the crime, the horrors of the previous victims.

HD, no code.

Yang Yuhua doesn't know why, this middle-aged woman has lived for so long, and she has never seen the real scene of the murder.

"The first two victims, the first had thirteen stab wounds, and the second had fifteen, but none of them were fatal. They bled to death. Ms. Yang, do you know that feeling? The life in your body is It passed away slowly, and the severe pain all over your body kept you awake."

Lu Wen smiled warmly, and his voice was very slow.

Yang Yuhua's face turned pale, but he still pretended to be calm and didn't show anything.

"The third deceased died quite miserably. When the body was found, his skin was already festered, but when he was found, he had just died not long ago. Ms. Yang, do you know the reason?"

Lu Wen looked at her with a smile.

"That's a very painful way to die. Various medicines are injected into the body. A living person becomes the carrier of the experimental medicine. The last one injected is Botox, sounds familiar, right? Botox It’s what you usually use for beauty.”

Difficulty breathing, muscle paralysis, and abdominal cramps are all symptoms of botulinum toxin poisoning.

"The fourth deceased was tortured by hallucinogenic drugs for half a year, and he saw those who died because of him come back to him every day. The fifth deceased... Let me show you a video."

"The person on the video is your former patient, Wang Kou."

A shrill cry for help came from the video.

That scarlet purgatory on earth looks chilling.

Yang Yuhua took two steps back, fine sweat dripped from her pale forehead, she leaned against the low wall so that she would not continue to retreat.

"The unknown murderer who is wandering outside now is filled with hatred in his heart. Although we don't know who he is, I can be sure that he will use the most extreme way to take revenge on those who were involved in that case back then. "

"Everyone will suffer great torture before death, and the last culprit..."

Lu Wen put away the video.

The shrill cry stopped abruptly.

"Ms. Yang, do you know how I thought of you?"

"No, not me!"

Yang Yuhua was still shaking his head, denying it.

She wiped the sweat from her brow with her sleeve.

Anyway, she has been a psychological counselor for so many years, and she is forcing herself to calm down.

"Ms. Yang, I noticed that you have tissues in your pocket, but you wipe your sweat with your sleeves. You don't behave like this when you are usually calm. Now you are very anxious, panicked, and messed up."

Lu Wen also retreated to the low wall.

It was almost noon, and the sun became hot.

Those bright flowers raised their delicate heads to welcome the baptism of midsummer.

"If this matter really has nothing to do with you, you won't be so flustered, and you don't have to worry about how the upcoming murderer will torture you. Let me ask you again, do you know how I thought of you? "

"You...how did you think of me?"

Lu Wen smiled lightly and was hooked.

"If the case had been closed twelve years ago, then the murderer outside, also known as the 'wandering poet' by people on the Internet, would definitely disclose the case."

An unjust case twelve years ago will bring public opinion to another peak.

The anger in the murderer's heart would surely make him do it.

Damn everyone is going to die.

People who don't deserve to die should also be tortured in their hearts.

The executive who handled the case at the beginning would know that he had arrested the wrong person, and the judge at the time would know that he had made the wrong sentence.

This torture will accompany them for a lifetime.

"But now, more than ten hours have passed since Wang Kou's death, and the murderer has not disclosed the case. Ms. Yang, I think you know the reason."

There is only one person left.

When that person dies, all the damn people die.

"I really don't have any evidence. The people who knew me back then are all dead. As you said, all my judgments are just speculations. If I really want to show evidence, I can only turn around and leave."

Lu Wen sat on the low wall.

The low and undulating courtyard walls have been treated artistically, without any protective effect at all.

It's just good looking.

Few people would have imagined that in such a high-end villa complex, there would be murderers who would dare to risk being discovered by surveillance to come in and kill people.

After Lu Wen finished that sentence, he didn't say anything.

The midday sun shone overhead.

This rainy city is always cloudy. For some reason, it has been sunny for two consecutive days, and the sun is shining brightly. Perhaps this evening, we can also see the crimson sunset.

The flowers and plants stretch out their branches and leaves.

Quiet.

You can hear the chirping of birds in the forest.

The light passes through the branches and leaves, turning into small golden dots, dancing lightly on the ground.

From the beginning to the end, Wei Boan did not speak.

There is no need for him to speak, everything is already doomed.

He has been sitting on the low wall, looking into the distance.

It seems to be enjoying this rare comfort.

The scent of flowers and herbs in the summer breeze.

There is also a faint scent of lunch.

Yang Yuhua was leaning against the low wall on the other side, her face constantly changing, and more and more sweat dripped from her forehead, which may be due to heat or other reasons.

It seems like a long time.

It has been so long that even Lu Wen is relaxing and enjoying the tranquility.

Until a fish jumped out of the lake.

The shattered calm made the blurry world around him clear.

"I'll go with you."

Yang Yuhua raised his head and looked at the two with bitterness on his face.

...

...

Outside the villa complex.

The vehicles of the countless executive bureaus have surrounded the community with water.

Many people who eat melons don't know why.

But some news outlets got wind of it.

Reminiscent of the series of events that happened in the tenth district recently, those media reporters were a little excited.

As soon as Yang Yuhua was taken out of the gate of the community by the two, the lights on the scene began to flicker non-stop.

Some dazzling.

"Mr. Lu Wen, can I interview you?"

"cannot……"

Still have to ask.

This is very unqualified.

Don't ask, you must have a thick skin, just go up and say that I want to interview you.

Either get thrown out, or get firsthand knowledge.

To be a reporter is to be ruthless.

The figures of Lu Wen and Wei Bo'an were recorded by countless news media.

Later, Yang Yuhua's information was also picked up and uploaded on the Internet.

Sitting in the co-pilot, Wei Boan fastened his seat belt and said, "What are we going to do next? This case that spanned twelve years is considered closed."

"Proactively disclose the case back then, don't wait for the murderer to come out, it's better to be scolded proactively than passively," Lu Wen said.

"Okay, I'll notify the people over there and hold another meeting in the afternoon."

Not long.

The official accounts of the Tenth District Executive Bureau in various media began to speak out, clearly disclosing a case twelve years ago from beginning to end.

The old executive who was in charge of the case back then, as well as the judge who pronounced the sentence, also attached their own apologies.

The executive board collected the apologies of all relevant personnel and put them at the top of major social platforms.

The truth is revealed to the world.

A belated apology also waited.

Maybe that's what the killer wanted.

Although the family of three never heard the voice of apology again.

"There are a lot fewer scolding people, and more people are encouraging."

Wei Boan looked at the messages under the account of the executive bureau, and smiled in relief.

"Let's have a meal at noon and drink some wine?"

"Aren't you going to have a press conference this afternoon?"

"No effect!"

Yang Yuhua was protected by everyone in the executive bureau.

The dark murderer seems to have disappeared.

The tenth district ushered in a rare calm.

All the executive officers breathed a sigh of relief. After being busy for more than a week, they can finally take a break.

The rest is relatively simple.

Detention, interrogation, appeal, court hearing...

have lunch.

Street restaurants.

Wei Bo'an took out another bottle of good wine that had been preserved for many years, and there was still some yellow mud on the bottle mouth that had not been wiped clean.

The two sat opposite each other.

There is only a plate of peanuts on the table.

Other dishes are still in preparation.

"Add another pair of bowls and chopsticks!"

Xia Chuluo walked into the restaurant and sat beside Lu Wen.

"What are you doing here?"

"Hungry, eat."

"From the thirteenth district to the tenth district, even if there is no traffic jam, it will take more than an hour, and I came here for dinner?"

"Painting exhibition..."

Lu Wen slapped his forehead and forgot about it.

Do androids forget things too?

In the emotional chip, those false memories of his previous life still have a great influence on him, making him think about things from a human perspective most of the time.

"Miss Xia, do you want to drink?" Wei Bo'an smiled and raised the bottle in his hand.

"drink."

A bottle of wine, three people share.

In order for these two guys to maintain their energy in the afternoon, Lu Wen tried to drink as much as possible, since he would not get drunk anyway.

The afternoon sun is very pleasant.

The art exhibition arrived as scheduled.

Come and go, or decent collectors, or artists dressed in trends.

Lu Wen pushed the wheelchair.

Xia Chuluo walked beside him.

There is a white-haired girl in the wheelchair, she is very beautiful, the sun shines on her hair, rendering a light golden layer, like an angel who has fallen into the world.

"Where's Jing Le? Isn't he coming?" the girl in the wheelchair asked.

Jing Le, that is the real name of the little painter.

"he……"

Lu Wen hesitated for a moment.

He turned his head and glanced at Xia Chuluo, Xia Chuluo was looking elsewhere.

"He said he is more suitable for wandering, maybe he is in another city now."

"oh……"

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Good night, fellow readers!