Bionic Era

Lu Wen once again felt the world's deep malice towards bionics.

"I heard that Executive Xia has always disliked the participation of bionics in handling cases. In fact, I am the same, but sometimes I need some machines to explore the way." Wu Yu sighed, looking very helpless.

Lu Wen thought, it has only been two weeks since this guy joined the executive board.

Why did I hear so many things about Xia Chuluo?

"Finished?" Xia Chuluo glanced at Wu Yu indifferently.

"Executive Officer Xia, there will be a large-scale art exhibition in District 10 in two weeks. I heard that Executive Officer Xia has a strong ability to appreciate art, and he can tell the authenticity at a glance. It just so happens that I..."

"Lu Wen, hurry up."

"clear."

The two walked past Wu Yu one after the other.

In the wind came Xia Chuluo's neither salty nor dull words.

"I thought it was slow enough for you to become a regular in one and a half weeks. I didn't expect you to become a regular in two weeks. You can't even compare with a bionic person. How can you say it out of face."

Followed by the roaring sound of the car engine.

When Xia Chuluo's language became sharp, few people could stand it.

Wu Yu stood on the steps at the gate, smiling a little stiffly.

inside the car.

Xia Chuluo habitually wanted to lift her legs and put them on the center console, but frowned, and finally just opened the window to let the wind blow.

"What does it feel like to have a broken rib?"

It's more than an hour's journey to the 16th district.

In order not to appear so boring, Lu Wen felt that he should find a topic to pass the time.

"You can find this topic..."

Xia Chuluo brushed her hair on her forehead speechlessly.

High-rise buildings line the city, and countless huge projections occupy the gaps in the buildings.

Boring advertisements and news scrolled under the sky, among them was the report on today's monster.

"A monster appeared again in the thirteenth district today..."

"The mayor proposed to elect a bionic councilor for Mou City, this proposal was opposed by most of the current Mou City councilors..."

"26,312 suicides this month, down from the same month last year..."

"Author Ying Long released the eighth book of "The Lost City", and all major bookstores are full..."

"..."

Slum is a very broad term.

When this word is mentioned, the scene that emerges in everyone's mind is different, but the same.

People slept in low, dense houses and walked on dark and narrow roads, with black sewage flowing on both sides of the street.

This is the epitome of urban backwardness, but also the epitome of urban progress.

"They built walls with rusty iron plates, and covered the gray sky with old plastic sheets, so a home was created."

At the beginning of Xia, Luo walked on the bumpy road with his hands behind his back.

Garbage is everywhere.

Lu Wen saw many eyes.

Numb, sluggish.

The owner of these eyes sat under the low house, leaning against the cold iron.

Thin ropes were stretched in all directions on both sides of the street.

This is a slum.

There are no millionaires here.

At least, not a millionaire on the surface.

"Are you familiar with this place?"

"I've been here a few times."

At the beginning of Xia, Luo was familiar with the road, without any hesitation.

Lu Wen followed closely beside her.

Countless garbage piled up into mountains.

From a high altitude, the entire slum looks more like a huge garbage dump.

Children kicked empty plastic bottles, played in the street, pushed each other with dirty little hands, and stared at the bottle picked up in the garbage dump with clear eyes.

"When these childhood sweethearts grow up, most of the boys become gangsters and thieves. Their education is not enough to support them to become criminals with high IQ. Most of the girls...go to the red light district on the other side."

Xia Chuluo was talking while walking.

There are all kinds of houses here, some live in broken containers, some lie in wide cement pipes.

After walking for more than ten minutes in the dirt and chaos, Lu Wen felt that he was about to lose his way.

The map in my mind is not very detailed here.

Pieces of slums have turned into small black dots on the map. Other small black dots can be enlarged at least, but the slums here are just small black dots.

Finally, the two came to a slum that looked a little cleaner.

The low-slung bungalows lined up neatly on both sides of the road, and the fireworks were a little heavier.

Xia Chuluo came to a bungalow and knocked on the door.

"Boom boom boom..."

Even standing outside the door, Lu Wen could hear the rhythmic music coming from inside.

After a while, the door opened.

The loud music is deafening.

The one who opened the door was a bald man with a serious and fierce expression, and a small black submachine gun hung around his neck.

"Miss Xia!"

The strong man put away his fierce expression instantly.

The sincere smile on his face did not match his figure at all.

"Come in and sit down, Miss Xia, how long has it been since you came here! This little brother also comes in."

Lu Wen thought about it, this place is winding and winding, like a maze, and normal people would be dizzy when they enter.

A place where you don't want to come again once you've been here.

The strong man didn't even ask about Lu Wen's identity, he respectfully welcomed the two inside, and then closed the door.

"Don't be nervous, I'm just here to find someone."

Xia Chuluo raised her voice slightly.

The music is really loud.

This room has been transformed into a cheap karaoke hall, with spherical colorful lights spinning around, colorful, and a girl dancing on the stage.

"Boss, it's Miss Xia!"

The voice of the strong man is much more forceful.

In an instant, more than a dozen pairs of eyes looked over at the same time.

These people leaned against each corner of the room, forming a small group, with guns, cash and playing cards on the table.

The life of a gang is so plain and boring.

The music stopped.

The boss of this gang is a middle-aged man with a mustache, and he has not escaped the blessing of middle age and the Mediterranean.

He warmly received the two of them.

"Back then, I obviously only killed one person, and those guys insisted on being sentenced to three! Fortunately, Ms. Xia was thoughtful and found another murderer. She only sentenced me to fifteen years, otherwise I would have no hope of getting out in my life. .”

"I said that if I only kill one, that's one. If you come out to mess around, you have to keep your word!"

After some chatting, Lu Wen realized why the gang boss respected Xia Chuluo so much.

Is this... a life-saving grace?

Fifteen years, such a long time, I can still remember this kindness.

wrong! How old was Xia Chuluo fifteen years ago?

You are running away...

"I want to find someone. The monitoring of the district handover shows that he often goes in and out of this slum, but the monitoring of the sixteenth district is broken."

While Xia Chuluo was speaking, Lu Wen turned on the projector.

The picture is very clear.

It's a man wearing a hat.

The surveillance in the thirteenth district is relatively intensive, so both the front and the back were photographed, but Lu Wen could not identify this person's information.

So the two speculated that this might be a black family who grew up in a slum.

In the slums, there are many such people, and the system has not registered them.

"This man...he is not human."