Global wasteland: I am as good as a god with a machine

The waves crashed against the shore, the wind was clear and the moon was white.

The reflection of the full moon is constantly broken by the waves on the sea, and then shakes and reassembles.

White waves crashed against the rocks on the shore, and seabirds circled in the sky.

The slightly cold evening breeze blew by with a moist breath, and Wu Mian was lying on the roof of the lighthouse, lost in thought.

Looking up, the Milky Way in the sky is as bright as a pair of horses.

In this era of highly developed technology, there are few places where you can see the Milky Way so clearly.

If any couple in the city sees this scene at this moment, they will definitely marvel at the miraculous craftsmanship of nature and feel that this place is full of romance.

But Wu Mian was not in the mood to appreciate this painting.

He is thinking.

He originally thought that the sea breeze could calm him down and think about something quietly.

He tried hard to recall things related to him, but his mind was blank.

He understood that the methods he used when torturing the gunman were cruel, but he did not have any psychological fluctuations. He seemed to have become accustomed to it, indicating that this was not the first time he had done such a thing.

Fighting, gunfights, torture, hacking...

Everything Wu Mian did tonight was an unconscious act.

Including Linghu Lane and the Prosthetic Clinic, they were all ideas that popped up suddenly.

Wu Mian turned his fingers and opened the first knuckle of his left thumb, revealing the USB plug inside.

Continue to try other fingers.

The first knuckles of the five fingers on his left hand can all be lifted up.

The thumb is the usb plug.

There is a metal tube hidden in the index finger, middle finger, and ring finger, and there is a three-lobed cover at the top that cannot be opened with brute force. As for what is inside, Wu Mian has completely forgotten.

There is a miniature spring scalpel hidden in the little finger. The blade is made of tungsten carbide. As the hardest metal alloy, this knife can cut through many things.

It is not surprising that these devices appear on synthetic humans.

With powerful technology, many synthetic human prostheses can be transformed into weapons.

There are even fully synthetic humans who can forge themselves into a weapon, calling the wind and rain, spitting out fire and discharging electricity like gods.

However, Wu Mian's arm was not a mechanical arm, but it was also equipped with these things, and after the knuckles were restored, they could still feel the touch.

Wu Mian doesn't know why the physical body is equipped with electronic interface equipment.

Although Wu Mian couldn't figure out the purpose of his modified palms, as a detective, it was not difficult to understand that he could master skills such as fighting, shooting, interrogation, and hacking. It was also reasonable to be able to find a prosthetic clinic.

But there was one thing that always lingered in his mind.

When everyone rushed to the warehouse in the High-tech Park before, a vague figure once appeared in Wu Mian's memory.

The other party shouted hysterically at Wu Mian, saying that Wu Mian had killed his parents, wife and a pair of children.

Wu Mian could clearly feel that it was not his hallucination, but that he had recovered his memory.

He knows that person!

Although Wu Mian can no longer remember who that person is, he can clearly remember the existence of this matter!

The scene of the man asking for his life is by no means a fantasy.

Wu Mian sat upright, raised his arms, and carefully observed his palms.

It was hard for him to believe that his own hands had wiped out other people's families and were stained with the blood of old, weak, women and children.

Then, he looked at the searchlight next to him that had long since been scrapped.

Under the starlight, the glass of the searchlight reflected Wu Mian's face.

His cheeks are as sharp and angular as sculptures, which makes people feel bohemian at first glance, but the light inadvertently revealed in his deep eyes makes people dare not underestimate him.

Wu Mian looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar face and murmured softly: "Who are you?"

No one answered, only the noise of the waves and the chirping of birds intertwined.

Wu Mian looked at the reflection on the glass and asked like a mental patient: "Is it because you don't want me to remember the past so much because of how terrible our past was?"

Of course the reflection will not answer Wu Mian's question.

"That must be the case." Wu Mian smiled: "You definitely don't want me to think of something, right?"

Wu Mian smiled, and so did his reflection.

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from behind, and the confusion in Wu Mian's eyes instantly faded away. Like a machine, he pulled out the pistol from his waist with standard movements and pointed at the entrance behind him: "Who?"

"It's me!" Li Tong appeared from the shadows, holding a blanket and walked towards Wu Mian. He smiled playfully: "I saw you came to the rooftop for so long and didn't go back. I was afraid that you would catch a cold, so I came to give it to you.

Give me a blanket!”

"Thank you." Wu Mian took the blanket from Li Tong and raised the corner of his mouth: "It seems that your mental state has recovered well. At least you can't see the shadow of you who was seeking death and survival a few hours ago."

"You don't understand, art is my dream. If I lose the ability to paint, my life will be colorless." Li Tong waited for Wu Mian to open the blanket, then he pulled a corner of it and sat next to Wu Mian.

: "By the way, have you found my brother?"

Wu Mian looked at Li Tong's innocent look, hesitated for a moment, and did not tell her about Li Jian's death: "You have already said that your brother is a plainclothes detective, and it is difficult for even your family to see him. I think

It's not that easy to find him."

Li Tong has deep resentment towards Li Jian: "Yes, my brother has been like this since he was a child. He always wants to do something big. He thinks he is a hero, but I think he is very selfish. You say, a

How can people protect this society if they can't even take care of their own families?"

Wu Mian was not in the mood to comment on other people's family affairs, and he felt a little guilty for concealing the news of Li Jian's death. He just said lightly: "Yeah."

"It seems that you are not happy." Li Tong didn't know what Wu Mian was thinking, so he turned to look at his handsome profile: "After you lost your memory, did you forget even the emotions of sadness and happiness?

Bar?"

Wu Mian looked helpless: "I just lost my memory, not stupid!"

Li Tong was amused by Wu Mian and picked up an iron nail nearby and handed it to him: "Here! Take it!"

Wu Mian didn't move at all: "What are you doing?"

"Paint!" Li Tong grabbed Wu Mian's hand and handed the iron nail into his hand: "My mentor Kamiya Kensuke is a master of painting. He once said to me that painting is a wonderful thing.

Things, it can express not only the real world of space, but also the imaginary world beyond time and space. Although you have lost your memory, you always have imagination! Try drawing something, maybe you can think of something."

Wu Mian held the iron nail in his hand, dumbfounded.

Li Tong continued to encourage: "Try it!"

Wu Mian couldn't resist Li Tong: "What to draw?"

Li Tong showed a bright smile: "Draw whatever comes to mind, don't control your thinking! The charm of painting is that you can immerse yourself in the ocean of thoughts and stay away from the world!"

Wu Mian lowered his head, held the iron nail and started drawing on the ground. Thirty seconds later, he asked Li Tong: "How is it?"

Li Tong looked at the crooked patterns on the ground and encouraged him against his will: "Well, you still have a talent for painting! At least... this pig can be painted quite like it!"

Wu Mian looked at Li Tong seriously: "What I drew is an elephant!"

"This... hahahaha!" Li Tong took one look at the horrible pattern and couldn't help laughing loudly: "Wu Mian, I guarantee that before you lost your memory, you must have been a very kind and interesting person."

When Wu Mian heard this, his expression froze for a moment: "Why do you think I'm kind?"

"You are so kind!" Li Tong waved his arm: "To me, you are the kindest person in the world. If you can help a stranger like this, of course you are a good person!"

Wu Mian heard this and showed a self-deprecating smile.

Before losing his memory, one killed seven security guards of the Golden Horse Group, massacred other people's entire families, and even tortured a gunman to death a few minutes ago.

He is like a cold-blooded animal.

Can the word kindness really be used to describe it?