Bionic Era

"Have you heard of Conan?"

"Why did you suddenly mention that old anime from the last century?"

"Everywhere Conan goes..."

"Okay, I know what you mean."

Ever since Xia Chuluo went to the slums, people she was familiar with began to be killed one after another.

This time the gang boss died fairly decently, obviously aware that someone was going to attack him.

But he didn't resist.

He was the only one who died.

The scene was not as chaotic as it was yesterday.

The man was sitting in front of the window. The two cups of tea on the table were still warm, and one was for himself.

"Did he say who to wait for?"

"No, our boss, he acted uncharacteristically this morning and called each of us..." A small man looked sad and looked at the corpse in the room.

The bullet flew in from the window and pierced the man's chest.

The scarlet blood was like little red snakes, crawling along the old iron chair, over the dark red rust, and in intimate contact with the cold ground.

There is a red handprint on the teacup.

After he was shot, he didn't die immediately. He was very calm. He picked up the teacup with his blood-stained left hand and took a sip of the tea.

"What did he say on the phone?" Xia Chuluo asked.

"Boss said, sorry for not taking us out of the slums..." The little man broke down in tears, "He said... He said that this place will bury people's lives, born here, and died here, but... But life is not only Road……"

Listening to the little man's description, Lu Wen felt that the boss was a man with feelings.

Feelings are a rare thing in this day and age.

He enters the room.

The corpse of the gang boss was lying on the iron chair in front of the window. The sky was gloomy, and there was no bright sunlight shining in. Otherwise, it should be a quite artistic picture.

Opposite the window, far away, there is a small three-story building.

Tall buildings rarely seen in slums.

The gray exterior wall is covered with various large-character advertisements.

The murderer should be the sniper rifle erected on the roof of that building.

Lu Wen and Xia Chuluo came to the roof of the three-story building, and the little man came together.

"Look into the distance." Xia Chuluo said.

"Hmm." Lu Wen thought she had found some clues, and subconsciously looked at the room where the gang boss died.

"I said him." Xia Chuluo pointed to the little man.

"..."

The little man was stunned.

"me?"

He didn't know what Xia Chuluo wanted him to see, so he looked around blindly.

The low-rise bungalows are connected together, a place that the map doesn't want to show more, piles of garbage piled up, chaos and poverty that can't be seen at a glance.

Farther away was obscured by gray fog.

Faintly, those high-rise buildings stand on the horizon, and the fog renders them ferocious, which makes people feel fearful.

"Lived here since childhood?"

"Yes, I am familiar with my neighborhood, Miss Xia, if you want to find someone, I can show you the way."

"After seeing the prosperity of the city, no one wants to return to this place. Have you ever gone out?"

"No...no." The little man shook his head, "That's where rich people live, I...I won't get used to it when I go there."

"What is money?"

"Money...money is..."

"Hold on to the gun in your hand, most of the time, it scares people more than money."

The little guy has a gun, and in the ghetto, that's power.

After his eldest died, he was free.

Xia Chuluo didn't say anything more, and went downstairs with Lu Wen.

The little man sat on the edge of the third floor, looked at the buildings in the distance that were lit up, and did not leave with the two of them.

After going downstairs, Xia Chuluo led the way, and Lu Wen followed her through this maze-like place.

"I feel that you are teaching children badly." Lu Wen said.

"He was just small and malnourished when he was a child. Many children in this place are like this. As for what I said..." Xia Chuluo looked calm, "This place needs order."

If the original function chip has the recognition function, the awakened bionic will remove the limbs of the companion, allowing the will of the companion to continue in another body.

Humans are similar.

The living will take the things of the dead, but the way is not so ordinary. In many cases, they need to fight.

There is no order in the slums, these gangs are order.

"You want him to be the new leader?"

"That's too high a view of him. In fact, I hope he can get out of this place and see the places where the so-called rich people live."

I don't know how long I walked in this winding place.

Lu Wen suddenly recognized some familiar roads.

After all, he has been here twice, and he has memories of all the places he has walked.

"I remember you had breakfast two hours ago."

Looking at the noodle shop in the distance, Lu Wen understood the end of his trip.

After killing the monster, Xia Chuluo sat on the side of the street and ate a pancake.

Driving all the way from the thirteenth district, it took more than two hours because of the morning rush hour.

"Eat and take shelter from the rain."

Xia Chuluo didn't explain, but just said something lightly.

Sure enough, the appetite of girls is always a mystery.

It's not time for dinner yet, Lu Wen looked at the time, it was ten o'clock in the morning.

"At this point, do you want to have breakfast or lunch?" He looked up at the sky. It was cloudy as usual, but it was impossible to say that it was raining.

However, the two just walked into the noodle shop.

The patter of rain fell from the sky and hit the tarpaulin set up outside the noodle shop.

Many people feel that this sound sounds very comfortable, and it is easy to evoke memories of a certain day.

"You should take a look at the weather forecast." Xia Chuluo chose a table and sat down.

"Weather forecasts are always inaccurate." Lu Wen pulled out a tissue and wiped the greasy tabletop several times.

There are very few people in the noodle shop.

People in the slums live very regularly, and ten o'clock is not the time to eat, even if the noodle shops are very cheap.

On a table to the left of the two sat a few middle-aged people, as well as the owner and his son.

A stack of peanuts and a few bottles of beer are enough for these middle-aged people to chat.

Lu Wen had an impression of one of the middle-aged people, and accidentally scanned it at noon yesterday.

Duan Tiannan, a vagrant.

"Uncle, have you really been to the city to the west?"

The owner seemed to be in his late forties.

But his child is only five or six years old, and he doesn't play much on weekdays. He likes listening to Duan Tiannan's stories the most.

The little boy concentrated his mind on the ups and downs of those stories.

"Of course!" Duan Tiannan took a sip of beer and said with a smile, "I didn't blow it..."

Generally start with this sentence, that is to start blowing.

"When I was young, I visited all nine major cities. Many people didn't know where our Mowu City was. Some said it was in the east, while others said it was in the south. That's because they never left Mowu City. .”

Lu Wen was actually a little puzzled, having stayed in this city for more than two weeks.

So far there is not much news from other cities.

A lot of information can only be learned from the data.

"Actually, our Mowu City is in the south, and it is one of the two cities in the south."