Bionic Era

Homeless people take shelter from the rain in dilapidated newsstands.

A newsstand is an umbrella that cannot be opened.

The little painter sits on the street.

The paints on the side of the drawing board are mixed together, like hazy clouds.

He caught the glow of the sky and sprinkled a few drops of rain, so that the blank drawing board became poetic.

"Art with a soul, priced at 80 yuan."

A painting, or portrait, or abstract.

Put it on a street corner where no one cares about it.

People hurry by.

Occasionally someone would stop by, leave a sentence "Bionics are better and cheaper to draw", and then turned and left.

The little painter sat alone on the side of the street.

With pale blue eyes under wet hair, he was of mixed race.

He looked up at the sky, and in his eyes, the huge airship turned into a cruising giant whale, the buildings lined with trees were decaying forests, and the neon light strips were colorful poisonous snakes, walking on the branches of trees.

He himself is just an ant.

There must be many giants underground, they like to smoke, so there are those tall chimneys on the surface.

"Great art must come from a noble soul," he thought, trying to separate his soul from his growling belly.

The 200,000 reward advertisement on the street attracted his attention.

The little painter frowned and began to think.

How to make your noble soul less embarrassing.

...

Mou City is a crowded city.

The three-story underground parking lot cannot meet the needs of countless ordinary people.

So there is an air parking lot.

Lu Wen drove into the tall circular building, drove on the elevator, and the car went up with the elevator to find a parking space.

He drove the car into the parking space, and the two got out of the car and took the elevator downstairs.

"There are more than one million domestic androids, so they must be good at cooking, right?"

Xia Chuluo walked in the afterglow of the evening with his hands behind his back, his brows were slightly frowned, he didn't know what case he was thinking about, so he said something casually.

"It's okay, so-so, barely comparable to a five-star hotel chef." Lu Wen replied modestly.

"Damn, if this was the case, all the chefs in the world would have lost their jobs a long time ago."

"You have to compare me with the thousands of dollars of bionics produced on the assembly line."

There are actually a lot of reasons why chefs are not out of work.

The people in the restaurant don't want to eat the food made by the bionic man, saying that they might as well buy a bionic man back home.

Every piece of food contains the heart of the chef, and it is food with a soul, while the food made by the bionics is controlled by the program and has no soul.

Xia Chuluo's home is in a community in the thirteenth district.

One bedroom and two living rooms, not too big, a normal family.

In her early years, her parents died.

At the age of 6, she rejected the orphanage, invited a lawyer, and got the inheritance that could only be obtained at the age of 18. After burying her parents, she grew up alone in this house.

Lu Wen always felt that the template for this person was a bit familiar.

Opening the door, one sees the light blue curtains fluttering in the living room.

White walls, simple decor.

"Fortunately, the windows are all open."

First make sure the environment is normal.

【sofa】

【television】

【refrigerator】

【dining table】

【Teddy bear】

【…】

no rubbish.

very clean.

All kinds of furniture are complete.

It just looked... inexplicably empty.

"Snapped!"

Lu Wen turned on the light, and the living room lit up.

Xia Chuluo was still thinking about something, and walked to the sofa without saying a word.

Lu Wen walked to the kitchen, turned on the light and took a look.

It was spotless and all cutlery was neatly arranged in glass cabinets.

The gospel of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

He came to the living room and opened the top shelf of the refrigerator.

Clean, not a trace of oil.

【Instant Food Canned·Expired】

【Milk·expired】

【Raw Eggs】

【Sliced ​​Bread·Expired】

【…】

Is this girl not good at living?

It doesn't make sense, the place where he lives looks so clean and hygienic.

"Everything in your refrigerator has expired." Lu Wen reminded aloud.

"Really? No wonder I feel a little sick to my stomach today." Xia Chuluo withdrew from the state of thinking and replied.

"It's been long overdue."

"No wonder I felt sick to my stomach a few days ago."

"..."

Xia Chuluo rubbed her stomach, not sure if she was hungry or what.

Lu Wen had no choice but to use the fresh-keeping layer of the entire refrigerator, only a few raw eggs.

He pulled open the frozen layer under the refrigerator.

[Quick-frozen dumplings · three days before expiration date]

【Tang Yuan·Expired】

【Grilled Sausage·Expired】

【…】

"Don't you usually eat at home?"

"Breakfast is usually handled at home, and lunch and dinner are eaten outside."

Xia Chuluo leaned on the sofa, crossed his legs habitually, and kept looking at his mobile phone. Concentration was written all over his face. He obviously left the dinner to Lu Wen.

Lu Wen glanced at the girl, then returned to the empty kitchen.

Open a few cabinet doors, the inside is so clean that a mouse can cry.

no way.

As a walking Android phone, I can still buy ingredients.

This is an urban area, not the suburb where Li Meng lives, so it is very convenient to do anything.

【Positioning...】

[There are three grocery supermarkets, five butcher shops, eight fruit stalls, and two vegetable supermarkets within 500 meters nearby...]

Lu Wen randomly bought some.

Within a few minutes, drones delivered goods to the door one after another.

Opening the window and taking down the food, Lu Wen found a small half bottle of cooking oil, edible salt within the shelf life, and some common seasonings in the corner of the kitchen.

Some of the seasonings hadn't even been opened and were almost past their expiry date.

High-end ingredients often require only the simplest cooking.

The low-end ingredients are not too complicated.

Dinner is very simple, two dishes and one soup.

While eating, the two discussed Li Jian's death—every Li Jian's death.

"No. 1 Li Jianjia is rich and noble, and he always follows the bodyguards when he goes out, but the incident happened at night, he was exercising with many people, and the bodyguards were waiting outside the door. When these bodyguards reacted and broke open the door, only a few A comatose girl, Li Jian's body was found in a concrete pillar at a construction site the next day." Xia Chuluo said.

"The murderer was very purposeful. He only killed Li Jian and did not hurt anyone else." Lu Wen took a sip of the soup.

The taste of the bionic person is amazing, not the real sense of taste, but the sensor in the mouth to obtain data such as saltiness, and then compare the massive dish data to draw a conclusion whether it is delicious or not.

"No. 1 Li Jian is the former director of Landi Construction Group. He worked as a foreman step by step, but died in the concrete pillar in the end. The cycle of cause and effect... Could there be enemies before?" Lu Wen continued.

"The last time he personally supervised the project was ten years ago. He really has enemies. Do you think he will wait so long?"

"You haven't even seen the shadow of the murderer?"

"No, the murderer chose a route that was not monitored."

Xia Chuluo shook his head.

"What's the cause of death?"

"Suffocated to death, his expression was terrified before he died, and the solidified cement recorded his expression."

"Are there any traces of dragging on the ground?"

"No, there was a heavy rain that night, and the construction site was full of sand."

"It's raining again."

The rain in this world doesn't stop for a moment, and I don't know who shed the tears.