Bionic Era

that year.

Li Jiang just graduated and found a job in an insurance company.

A van had an accident, and the owner had bought car insurance.

He was sent over to investigate.

"Minshui Village?"

Li Jian had never heard of this place.

After several hours of driving, there are difficult and dangerous obstacles along the way, as well as thrilling mountain roads.

Li Jian finally came to Minshui Village in that snowy winter.

The eager child in his eyes shocked him.

That was the first time he had the idea of ​​sponsoring these children to go to school.

"May I have your name?"

"My name is Jiang Xiaonian."

Li Jian left after his inspection.

Not long after, Jiang Xiaonian received a sum of money and a letter.

He read the letter carefully, and then began to count the money, counting many times, turning it over and over again, and counting all night.

That was the first time in his life that he saw so much money.

Later, he went to the town to finish primary school and was admitted to a middle school in the city.

On the day he graduated from junior high school, his father was hit by a speeding car and never got up again.

It was Li Jian who came to pick him up at the graduation ceremony.

It was also Li Jian who filed the lawsuit for him.

During that time, he heard a lot of words that were not unfamiliar, such as drunk driving, speeding, and retrograde, but the final judgment...

"The car broke down?"

"Is that all?"

He saw Li Jian's silent expression after receiving the verdict, as if the old gentleman sat in front of the school in silence.

On the day of his father's burial, the teenager cried for the first and last time.

He passed out in front of the cemetery.

When he woke up, he was in Li Jian's rented villa.

"Uncle, is this villa yours?"

"No, but one day, uncle will buy it."

"Uncle, why do you always look at the opposite side?"

"There is a girl my uncle likes on the opposite side."

Jiang Xiaonian became even more silent.

The classmates said that he had a strange temper and might have mental problems.

But he just studied quietly. It took him a year to complete the three years of high school, and another two years to earn enough credits.

He is always number one.

He is always the smartest one!

"But it's still not enough..."

He wants a lot.

Jiang Xiaonian was walking on the street at dusk, coming and going, he suddenly felt disgusted, why did he have to live in the same world as these mediocre people? Why are those fools born with countless resources to cultivate? Do you work hard all your life just to serve those pig-like things?

Looking at the palace-like villa, he suddenly realized that the uncle Li Jian he had always admired was just a mortal.

Mortals shouldn't have so much money.

The money should belong to him.

"Fairness is only for the weak. If you are strong enough, you should redefine fairness..."

He saw the news of No. 1 Li Jian's death.

So he planned a play.

In the play, people initially believed that No. 5 Li Jian was also a victim.

In the play, Xia Chuluo used clues to analyze that No. 5 Li Jian was still alive.

In the play, No. 5 Li Jian committed suicide in fear of crime and left a suicide note, leaving all his property to him.

...

The first love affair was in his teens.

Li Jiansheng was born in a worker's family, and the family was not rich.

He studied hard, day and night.

He would envy those couples who go home holding hands after school, those who fight after school.

But he didn't dare, he was worried that falling in love would affect his studies.

"When you have money in the future, you can have a good relationship."

He built a high wall outside the gate of his heart to guard an illusory beauty.

There was another student named Li Jian in the high school class. The two met because of their names. They were both children of poor families. They encouraged each other and became good brothers.

In the third year of high school.

Li Jian accidentally saw the girl.

So the wall came down.

At this wrong time point, a small flame ignited in my heart, and it was endless.

Li Jian wrote a letter in a very old-fashioned way, which is rarely written in this era.

as I thought.

No reply.

"fair enough……"

Li Jian began to study harder.

In the dark night, when he was tired, he would think of that girl.

Occasionally, someone will ask someone to ask which university the girl wants to go to.

Graduated from high school.

A large number of students are sitting on the playground, and the people they like express their love to each other.

Li Jian was sitting on the grass among the crowd.

He saw the familiar figure hugging and receiving blessings in the distance.

He suddenly understood.

"So there was a reply..."

The reply was sent to another Li Jian.

He felt very uncomfortable, as if a cold knife was piercing his chest fiercely, piercing it again and again.

He was very drunk that day.

Stumbled to find the couple.

He lost a brother.

During his four years in college, he had never been in a relationship.

After graduation, he never had anyone he liked again.

After marriage, they still live apart.

Pain and entanglement gnawed at Li Jian's body and mind. The flames never went out. He struggled in Vanity Fair, anesthetizing himself with busyness.

He rented a villa across from the cheap elevator apartment.

later.

He bought the villa.

He became a well-known entrepreneur and philanthropist, and his name occasionally appeared in newspapers, and some media came to his home to interview him.

This luxurious villa is always brightly lit throughout the night.

Li Jian was holding a glass of red wine, standing in front of the window, looking at the elevator apartment in the distance, thinking about the person inside.

He only hoped that she had noticed, too.

Loneliness and wealth make a cold castle. Amidst the hustle and bustle and achievements, he walked up to the high place of the castle, looked at the place that was obviously very low, and only hoped to wait for that person back then.

There is a book next to his bed, "The Great Gatsby".

"Uncle, do you know that someone with the same name and surname as you died."

Jiang Xiaonian stood at the door of the villa.

The child he had watched grow up was now speaking the words of the devil.

"Uncle, you can't wait for the things you love, you can only grab them if you grab them!"

"All guilt can be passed on to the first murderer of Li Jian!"

"Uncle, don't you want to take back everything that belongs to you?"

"That man is just a food factory worker, he is not good enough for her!"

"Uncle, do you know how hard the person you like has been through these years?"

Li Jian looked at the somewhat crazy Jiang Xiaonian, and suddenly thought of the letters from those teachers over the years.

The letter will first praise the child for being smart, and then tactfully express concern about the child's mental state.

...

District 12.

Inside an abandoned high-rise.

Countless bionics stood in the darkness.

The faint light of the halos on their hands flickered slowly in the silence.

Jiang Xiaonian seemed to be insane, crying and laughing at the same time, making an inexplicable roar.

I don't know how long it has been.

He regained his composure.

With a stiff smile on his face, he came to Lu Wen.

Tidy up your clothes a little.

"You know, I've always thought that Xia Chuluo could be my opponent."

Jiang Xiaonian babbled and muttered.

How many clues he left for Xia Chuluo, but Xia Chuluo didn't see them.

"She even wasted a whole day's rest?"

"Mediocre people need to rest..."

Jiang Xiaonian seemed to have suddenly changed from a lunatic to a chatterbox.

He couldn't find anyone to listen to.

He didn't stop talking.

Talk about how he convinced Li Jian.

Talk about how he injected control programs into those androids through the bionic mosquito.

Jiang Xiaonian lied to Li Jian, telling Li Jian that feigning death would surely fool all the executive officers, telling Li Jian that the anticoagulant would not be detected, and telling Li Jian that he would be able to get away.

"Xia Chuluo let me down."

"And you, you also let Number Zero down..."

Jiang Xiaonian looked at Lu Wen with calm eyes.

It's like looking at a pile of broken copper and iron.

But after a while.

His face suddenly changed.

As if being manipulated, Lu Wen, who had been expressionless, slowly raised a smile.

"I'm the real disappointment."

Xia Chuluo stood up from the pool of blood with an expression of indifference.

With that relaxed look, he almost said "that's it".