Bionic Era

"Francis Bacon said that you cannot have both love and wisdom." Xia Chuluo leaned on the co-pilot and pulled off the headband on his head.

"I don't agree with that."

Lu Wen started the car and slowly drove away from the scene.

According to the custom, the groom is now toasting table by table, but the two of them don't have so much time to relax, and they don't want to provoke too many people.

So I left first.

"We must look at the thoughts of the ancients with a dialectical perspective."

"Androids actually understand dialectical vision?"

"The bionics are constantly learning, and you still have such a big prejudice against the bionics."

"But the group of bionic people outside the no-man's land are like idiots, you must not learn from them."

The two were chatting when a call came to Lu Wen's cell phone.

Wei Boan called.

"Wei Bo'an? Why does this middle-aged man call you every day?"

"Maybe... he has opened the good wine for decades... maybe."

Lu Wen answered the phone.

The content of the call was not as bad as he thought.

Wei Boan said that he dug up the wine that had been buried for more than ten years from the backyard, and it was a bit boring to drink alone.

Xia Chuluo took the phone, and said unceremoniously to the other end: "Wei Bo'an, I checked, you live in an elevator apartment, where did you get the backyard?"

"Miss Xia, as long as you have a backyard in your heart, life will be full of sunshine and greenery."

"You want to poach Lu Wen?"

"Miss Xia, you can't just dirty people's innocence like this. This time, you really want to find him. There is a follow-up to the incident last time. I think he will be interested."

What happened last time refers to the 'wandering poet'.

About an unjust case more than ten years ago.

That incident, until the end, the so-called "wandering poet" did not show up, and no one knew who he was.

Lu Wen took the mobile phone from Xia Chuluo's hand, and made an appointment with Wei Boan to meet in the afternoon.

"Just leave me at the warehouse door. You can go to Wei Bo'an." Xia Chuluo said.

"Are you leaving this afternoon?" Lu Wen asked.

"Well, Fatty and the others have already packed everything, and your body has been fully activated, and you should be able to feel it later."

"What about the body you left behind?"

"It's in the closet in my bedroom." Xia Chuluo said, "That body doesn't have a bracelet. I've already made a memory. As long as you don't deal with people you know too well, there shouldn't be any problems. One month of sick leave, no need to clock in for these two months."

Put a bionic human exactly like yourself in the bedroom closet.

Ordinary people can't do this kind of thing.

Wardrobe is an essential element of many suspense movies.

At night, the door of the cupboard was slowly opened, and a hand was stretched out...

Half an hour later, the vehicle stopped at the gate of the warehouse.

Xia Chuluo's small team is already waiting for her.

Fatty Jiang seemed to have lost a lot of weight in the past two days, and his whole body was haggard. Holding his beloved computer, his eyes were bloodshot.

"Fatty, are you okay in this state?" Lu Wen asked.

"Everyone is a man, and you actually asked me if I can do it?" Fatty Jiang stood up immediately, "Staying up late is just a routine for me. I have been staying up late since I was born, and it has been almost thirty years now!"

"You're only in your twenties?"

Lu Wen was shocked.

Fatty Jiang looked older than Wei Boan.

A greasy and fat middle-aged uncle suddenly claimed to be a fresh meat in his twenties...

After confirming that the status of the entire team is online, Lu Wen looked at his third body and turned it on himself.

The feeling of familiarity came immediately.

"I'll go first, tell my body if you have anything to say."

"Okay, let's go to Wei Boan quickly."

From the thirteenth district to the tenth district, it was nearly two hours' drive.

And that's just the city.

When he arrived, Wei Bo'an was sitting in a small restaurant not far from the Executive Directorate of the Tenth District.

"How many bottles of wine from more than ten years ago do you have, can you drink like this every day?"

"Just go to wholesale after drinking."

"..."

It can be seen that there is indeed something wrong.

If Wei Boan just wanted to drink, he would come to the thirteenth district himself.

But this kind of call to call Lu Wen to the tenth district is rare.

"Is that settled?" Lu Wen asked.

"Not yet, it's been a long time, and I still haven't passed those previous cases and found any clues about that 'wandering poet', but...he recently appeared in the fifteenth district." Wei Boan poured a glass for Lu Wen.

"Dead again?"

"That's right, but you also know the situation in the fifteenth district. It's a tourist business with a relatively small resident population. The cases that happened there are basically petty thefts, tourists from other districts being tricked and so on. "

While Wei Boan was speaking, Lu Wen also checked online.

He found that the executive bureau of the fifteenth district was a little more salty than that of the tenth district.

The executive officers there deal with the most trivial matters on weekdays. Most of the time, they spend time strolling on the beach in the Inner Sea, and sometimes sell sunscreen on a part-time basis.

"The executive officer sells sunscreen on a part-time job...the industry spans a lot." Lu Wen looked at other information, "This district has not had a general manager for several years, and the one with the highest authority is a third-level who is about to retire Executor."

"Travelers, their daily work is just to resolve disputes, no one wants to go to that place."

But the wandering poet just went.

Judging from the situation of his last case, it is estimated that there is some kind of unjust case.

"As far as unjust cases are concerned, there may be cases in every district, but the fifteenth district... no matter how you look at it, it shouldn't be his target. This district has the fewest cases."

The resident population of this district is less than two million.

A district with the least population.

However, the flow of people is quite large, and every holiday, there will be a long queue of vehicles going to the fifteenth district.

"Sometimes I don't understand how nice it is to play games at home during a happy three-day vacation." Wei Bo'an took a sip of his wine, "There are always people who have to go to those scenic spots, and they will be stuck in traffic for a day when they go, and they will be stuck in traffic for a day when they come back. car, the only day in the middle is used to see the crowds of people.”

"You have to do errands in the afternoon, so don't drink." Lu Wen reminded.

"It's okay, you can just drive."

"..."

Life always surprises you inadvertently.

Like the Fifteenth District this morning.

A cleaning staff who was cleaning the community was suddenly splashed by a pot of boiling oil that fell from the sky, it was a pot of sesame oil.

He stumbled a few steps while screaming.

Another bucket of cold gasoline was poured down.

Then came a lighter that fell from the sky, and the flame on it had not been extinguished.

"There is no monitoring nearby, so the specific situation is unknown. We can only make a rough judgment based on the appearance of the scene. The person has been burned to charcoal. According to the residents at the time, the sesame oil smelled very fragrant... "

Another guy who was charred alive.

The murderer in the dark, known as the wandering poet, has become more and more cruel.

"Where did those oils come from? Have you found any?" Lu Wen asked.

"Investigating, but there is little hope..." Wei Bo'an responded.

"It's impossible to change out of thin air."

"The fifteenth district is next to the sixteenth district. You don't know how chaotic the slums in the sixteenth district are. You can get anything there. Even turning a bomber out of thin air is not impossible."

It was already evening when the two arrived at District 15.

Fortunately, it is not a holiday and there is no traffic jam on the road.

I have to say that the scenery in District 15 is really good. A long section of the road along the way is built by the sea. You can see the rolling waves hitting the beach and the handsome men and women on the beach.

The local executive bureau, the third-level executive officer who is about to retire received two people.

"The two comrades came from afar. You have worked hard. Let's have a meal first."

This executive is named Feng Fugui, a very festive name, and the only third-level executive in the fifteenth district.

If nothing else, he should have been promoted to chief.

But he felt that he was too old and would have to retire in two years, so he couldn't handle so many things, so he refused.

"Don't eat as soon as we meet, people in the executive bureau shouldn't learn this way." Wei Bo'an said seriously: "Take us to see the scene directly."

"This place is for tourism. Apart from eating and playing, everyone grew up here and got used to it." Feng Fugui smiled and took the two of them to the scene.

There's really nothing to see there.

A dilapidated neighborhood.

The blue-gray cement exterior wall, exposed red bricks, and several streets outside the community are full of snacks.

The fireworks in District 15 are obviously heavier than other districts.

"There are two pools of oil stains, one of which was burned. According to the traces on the ground, the victim ran out a few steps after being caught on fire before falling down."

There are many ways to die in this world.

Being burned to death should be considered quite painful.

In fact, all of them are painful.

The same goes for jumping off a building.

Many people say that the moment jumpers touch the ground, they can hear the sound of their bones breaking, and they will feel great pain.

So even if life is unsatisfactory, you should still live well and make money every day you live.

"We found some oil stains on the corridor outside the third floor. After testing, we found that the composition was the same as the oil stains on the ground. This is where the murderer dumped the two pots of oil." Feng Fugui introduced.

"Are there any witnesses?" Lu Wen asked.

"No, we went door to door and asked."

"Thinking about it... the murderer's style, it's strange to keep witnesses."

Lu Wen looked around.

The time of the incident was ten o'clock in the morning. At that time, everyone who should go to work had already gone to work, and there were relatively few people in the community.

This location is more secretive.

"The murderer observed the scene in advance, and knew the victim's work and rest time, and knew that he would pass by here, so he probably followed the deceased for a period of time. There is no surveillance in the community, but there is on the street outside. Adjust the surveillance."

Monitoring will not lie, but the clues given are almost none.

Both Wei Bo'an and the third-level executive officer are experienced, and they haven't noticed anything unusual from the monitoring in the past few days.

Victims tend to be solitary, with no signs of being followed.

"By the way, what about the collection of poems?"