Bionic Era

The popularity of the live broadcast room is getting higher and higher.

After picking up the bionic eyeball, Chen Qing's live broadcast room has already received a recommendation for a secondary page.

A steady stream of gifts emerged on the screen.

"According to the arrangement, at the previous point, two guys pretending to be bionics should rush out with guns."

Lu Wen looked around.

Collapsed high-rise buildings blocked the surrounding area, and there were many cars that had turned into scrap iron shells on the street.

He walked up to a car half buried in the sand.

There are several hollows in the roof, as if stepped on.

"If it was stepped on before, there should be a lot of sand and dust in the sunken pit, but there is no, so... those bionics are here!"

Lu Wen found it quite interesting.

Chen Qing and his group pretended to be attacked by bionics to increase their popularity.

But if you encounter a real bionic organization...

"We have now come to the very center of the city. This used to be a large city square, but now most of the place is under the pressure of fallen buildings around..."

Chen Qing looked around while introducing.

He slowed down his speech, trying to delay as much as possible.

Logically speaking, those two guys should have rushed out.

The people following behind also felt that something was wrong.

The planner frowned and looked at the time. It was timed out. He raised his head and looked around.

"Should we stop shooting first and say the signal is broken?"

The makeup artist whispered to the planning on the side.

After a while, there was no response from the planner.

"Why are not you talking?"

The makeup artist turned to look at Planning, but found that Planning had an ugly face, staring in one direction.

Follow the plan's eyes to look at the past.

In an instant, the face of the makeup artist turned pale.

"There are bionics!"

He didn't care so much, and shouted to remind everyone.

When Chen Qing heard this, she was overjoyed at first.

He turned his head away, startled.

...

District 15.

Central hospital.

The crowd of onlookers had dispersed, and the people from the executive bureau had also left.

The remaining blue blood on the ground tells what happened here.

Wu Yu made another contribution.

In fact, in that scene at that time, no matter who fired the gun, it was a credit, but... maybe it was the compassion in their hearts that made some executive officers want to arrest, prosecute, and hold court according to the normal process...

Everyone knew it was a machine, but he was too human.

Laws are not made for bionics. They all know that the final fate of this bionic can only be crushed and thrown into a landfill.

Since he killed his employer six years ago, he would first melt the chip and then smash it into pieces.

"Squeak."

Lu Wen pushed open a ward.

The child has just finished the operation and is lying on the hospital bed, not waking up yet.

The mother stood by, looking haggard, her eyes were swollen, and there were tears at the corners of her eyes. She must have seen the news on TV.

Xia Chuluo hurried in after a while.

"where have you been?"

"Pay off the operation fee and pay a part of the follow-up treatment expenses."

This short sentence made Lu Wen's eyes widen.

This is hundreds of thousands of fees!

The family has no insurance, so the money is given in full.

"Don't you know that my parents were rich before?" Xia Chuluo said indifferently.

"I..." Lu Wen took a deep breath, "I still... really don't know."

Xia Chuluo's parents died early because of a car accident.

Then the young girl hired a lawyer to get the inheritance that should have been obtained at the age of eighteen.

"Take this."

Xia Chuluo took out a small box from his pocket and handed it to the woman in front of the hospital bed.

The woman was a little dazed and took the box.

Lu Wen was also wondering what was in the box, could it be money?

The woman opens the box.

White sponges filled the entire box.

Embedded in the sponge are... four chips.

The four chips that should have been melted were the hope of a bionic being resurrected!

Big tears dripped from the eyes. The woman closed the box and held it in her arms. She looked at Xia Chuluo and knelt down on the spot.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Lu Wen held it up.

"After the child recovers from illness, go to the household registration and study, and I will pay the follow-up expenses."

Xia Chuluo is not very good at expressing feelings, her face has always been calm, and it is the same now.

"Birth can never determine a person's future, but his road will be a bit bumpy. I don't expect him to be successful. At least, he can move your family out of the slums."

Moving out of the ghetto was hard.

Generally speaking, what kind of environment you live in will determine what kind of person you will be.

"Slums are just a title. Being born here doesn't mean you have to live in poverty all your life."

"Tell him, don't kneel down when you see people, knees can't solve the problem, never pin your hope on the sympathy of others, and learn to use your own brain and hands to solve the problem."

The woman nodded silently

On the hospital bed, the child's eyelashes trembled, as if trying to open his eyes.

"Lu Wen, let's go."

"Um."

Lu Wen saw Xia Chuluo's discomfort.

She's not playing a savior or something, and she doesn't need to be grateful.

She just wanted to simply save a child.

Close the door of the ward.

Walking in the building, doctors coming and going brush shoulders with patients in a hurry.

The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant. Lu Wen couldn't smell it, but his nose could analyze it. This smell belonged to one of the more than two hundred kinds.

The two also met an acquaintance.

"Can you find inspiration in this kind of place?"

Lu Wen saw that little painter who was always worried about art.

It was a hallway seating area.

The little artist sits at the entrance of the rest area, with a drawing board in front of him and a colorful palette beside him.

There is a window at the end of the sitting area.

By the window is a girl in a wheelchair.

The girl looked into the distance, pale skin, white hair, she turned her head.

Beautiful face, pink pupils.

The sun shines in through the windows.

She smiled like an angel who fell into the world.

"Albinism?"

"Um."

The two came behind the little painter.

The picture is very simple, sunny day and grassland, the girl stands in the sun, and the breeze blows her long skirt.

There is very little sunshine in this world.

Perhaps for a certain wish, the little painter came to the hospital.

Seeing the two of them, the little painter was also a little surprised, after all, this is the fifteenth district.

He greeted the two with a smile, looking less shy than before.

"Let's see more."

Lu Wen thought it would be nice to stay here and watch the little artist paint.

After all, Xia Chuluo's ribs were broken. Although she didn't say it, it must be very uncomfortable, but she just didn't want to rest.

He found many posts about broken ribs on the Internet, and the posters said they were very tormented.

"Um."

Xia Chuluo did not refute Lu Wen this time.

Rare, really rare.

Lu Wen asked Xia Chuluo to sit in the rest area, and was about to go out to buy some food, but he didn't have time to eat the bowl of noodles at noon.

But just as he was about to leave, Xia Chuluo's phone vibrated.

She took out her mobile phone, looked at the phone number on it, and frowned.

"Hello……"

In more than ten seconds, the phone hung up.

Judging from Xia Chuluo's tone, it was not a good thing.

"Let's go, someone died."

"who?"

"The one you met today, gang boss."

Thanks for the 1100 reward from the book friend Trent, the 1000 reward from the book friend Du Lala Hululu, the 200 reward from the book friend Lemon_ADE again, the 200 reward from the book friend Lemon_ADE, and the book friend on the boat 100 tipping, the book friend is the 100 tipping of Niao Niao Wow www, and the 100 tipping of Lao Wang, who is teleported by the book club.

Thank you all book friends for your support all the time. Nanchao has nothing to repay, so just... just... I will try to find time to write more tomorrow.