Bionic Era

"Xia Chuluo is so smart. From the first day she saw Uncle Li Jian, she should have started to wonder why she didn't?"

"Don't she think it's strange? Why did the old fortune-teller she knew meet Li Jian who wanted to change his name?"

He smiled, tears streaming from his eyes.

This person's expression management failed.

I don't know whether to laugh or cry.

"On the cliff that day, Uncle Li Jian's expression was pale. Don't you have any doubts?"

"Why is your expression pale? Isn't it because you drew your own blood to make a blood bag and tied it in front of the body armor?"

"Why don't you test the blood spilled on the cliff to see if there is any anticoagulant in it?"

"This is the flaw I left for you!"

"He wrapped himself up tightly, why didn't he suspect that he was wearing a bulletproof vest? It's so thick! There are blood packs! Just because he is fat?"

"Just because he was a victim?"

He was leaning against an android, scratching his hair desperately.

Bending his body, his whole body was trembling slightly.

He was laughing wildly, but the tears were dripping down.

"Wearing bulletproof vests, and not wearing bulletproof vests, the impact force is different. You are all professionals, why can't you see it?"

"Why?"

His voice was full of pain and a little hoarse.

"Even if..." He stretched out his fingers tremblingly, "Even if there is only one person!"

"If someone is willing to check his interpersonal relationship, he can know that he has a high school classmate named Li Jian, and then he can think of whether they had any grievances back then, but there is no!"

"not a single one!"

"You are all waiting, waiting for the next Li Jian to die, and then collect more useless evidence!"

"Useless evidence!"

He roared suddenly, the veins on his delicate face were bulging, and he was a little distorted.

"Just last night, I had to personally send the evidence to the villa to let you know that he had a classmate in high school named Li Jian!"

"This human head!"

"Fresh head!"

"How fresh..."

He suddenly fell to the ground, ignoring the gray dust.

Hold that head up.

A calm look, as if admiring some artwork.

"Why can't you think of it?"

He muttered to himself, without the slightest joy of succeeding in his calculations.

A sense of defeat filled his body.

No one can understand him.

"You said, why can't they think of it?"

He seemed to be asking this human head, shaking it vigorously.

The six mechanical legs of the human head dangled feebly.

Too bad there will never be a response.

"Answer me!"

"Why do not you speak?!"

"The evidence is so obvious, they are still investigating and collecting evidence, and are still comforting the families of the victims. How long do they want to wait?"

"I can't wait!"

He stood up suddenly, and smashed the head in his hand to the ground.

His expression was ferocious, and his eyes were full of anger.

The human head made a bright red mark on the hard concrete floor, and then rolled away.

But this still seems to be unable to get rid of the anger in his heart.

The third floor of the deserted building echoed the young man's roar, and no one knew why.

"Pig!"

"Is the executive board a herd of pigs?"

"So many resources...so many resources are given to those pig-like things, why...why..."

He scratched his hair in pain, half crying and half laughing.

He left a lot of details and wanted to tell everyone that No. 5 Li Jian faked his own death, No. 5 Li Jian was not a victim but a murderer, but no one paid attention to those details.

...

District 12.

Minshui Village.

This is a village far away from the urban area, and nine out of ten households are impoverished.

The remaining tenth is not much better.

Whether it is more than 20 years ago, or more than 20 years later, the harvest all year round depends on the face of God.

This small village seems to have been sealed in time.

The rapid development of technology in the outside world has forgotten this poor place.

On a small New Year's Eve twenty-two years ago, Jiang Xiaonian was born.

That is, on that young night, he lost his mother.

Many babies drink breast milk for the first time after birth, and what they drink is blood.

Jiang Xiaonian grew up gradually.

Like other children, he came to a school in the village.

"Sir, what's the use of reading?"

"Cultivate one's morality, regulate one's family, govern one's country, and bring peace to the world."

The old man smiled, very kindly, and patted Jiang Xiaonian's head.

Mr.'s hands are rough, but warm.

"Can you make money by studying?" Jiang Xiaonian asked again.

"Why do you ask that?" The old man was taken aback, as if he was very puzzled that a child asked such a question.

"After I have money, I can... I can stop my father from working, and I can... I can also build a big school for my husband." Jiang Xiaonian answered seriously with his eyes wide open.

The old gentleman laughed heartily and stroked his long beard.

The innocence and joy of children are always enviable.

The village is so small, and there are only a dozen children studying in this dilapidated school, so what's the use of a big school?

"Yes, of course you can make money by studying!"

"Then I will take first place in every exam!"

Jiang Xiaonian did it.

Throughout the first grade, he ranked first in every exam.

And far beyond the second place, the best.

that year.

A small town in the distance gave a place.

An opportunity to study in the town for free, all tuition fees are free, even board and lodging are free.

The village said it wanted to let the most promising child go.

Jiang Xiaonian was full of joy and spent the whole night in anticipation.

the next day.

The village chief's son boarded the dilapidated van.

"Sir, why not me?"

The old gentleman sat at the door of the school and was silent for a long time.

That night, some people heard the sound of quarreling coming from the village head's house, and some people saw the old man coming out of the village head's house angrily.

The old man is sick.

It seems to be angry.

Jiang Xiaonian went to visit his husband with a bowl of steamed eggs.

The old man was lying on the sickbed, with a sick face, and patted Jiang Xiaonian's head.

"Xiao Nian, money is a very good thing... There are still some things in this world that are as good as money."

The old man didn't eat the bowl of steamed eggs, he left that night.

Children in the village lost their only way of learning.

Jiang Xiaonian squatted at the entrance of the village.

day after day.

This poor place is like a swamp from which generations cannot break free.

He felt that he was an ant, and he really hoped that someone could come and trample him to death, so that he wouldn't have to struggle day and night in this muddy quagmire.

That dilapidated van would bring the village head's children back every weekend.

Picked up and went to town again on Monday.

Snow fell from the sky, and the wheels rolled out black marks on the snow-white road.

The village chief invited the driver and the teacher in the car into his home for dinner.

That day, when the van went back, the tire blew out, the snowy road was slippery, and it fell down the cliff, and the village head's child was among them.

Later, traces of nails were found on the punctured tire, which was presumed to be on the mountain road.

The insurance company sent a very young salesman over to investigate.

When the salesman came to the village, he saw a group of children whose faces were blue from the cold. He felt sorry for them, took out some candies from his backpack, and handed them out to the children one by one.

Jiang Xiaonian saw it from a distance.

He tore his already worn-out padded jacket into tatters, and then ran over.

"Uncle, I don't want to eat candy, I want to study."