Bionic Era

　　 The two came to the previous noodle restaurant.

Outside the 　　 noodle shop is a crowded side street, with black sewage flowing beside the road, and Lu Wen is sometimes thankful that he can't smell it.

The floor of 　　 noodle shop was supposed to be gray concrete, but now it has become black, shiny, and oily white paper towels are everywhere.

many people.

　　 When they came, there was only one empty table left.

　　 The two sat opposite each other and ordered two bowls of beef noodles.

　　 "Uncle Chen, scallion sauce noodles, add a chicken leg."

　　 The girl was carrying a black backpack and sitting beside Lu Wen.

　　 This is the second time Lu Wen has heard of scallion noodles today. He glanced at the girl beside him, and the girl glanced at him inadvertently.

　　 "Good-looking bionic, sister, is your customized boyfriend?" She smiled and asked the opposite Xia Chuluo, youthful.

　　 Xia Chu Luo raised his forehead.

　　 "No, work friend." She looked at the girl calmly, "Working in a tea shop?"

　　 "Sister, you are so smart, how do you tell this?"

　　 "Fingers are wrinkled and peeled, often exposed to moisture, and there are milk tea stains on the corners of the clothes. They were overturned during work today, and there are also on shoes. In fact, these are not important, you have a milk tea smell." Xia Chuluo said lightly.

　　 The girl opened her mouth slightly, probably thinking about what is sitting across from her.

　　 She raised her elbow and asked carefully about the smell on her clothes, frowning, and muttering in a low voice: "No smell."

　　 In fact, the noodle shop has various flavors mixed together.

　　 The strongest is a spicy taste, which should be some kind of smelt, overpowering other tastes.

　　 Lu Wen can't smell it.

　　 But except for him, the rest of the normal people present should smell the spicy smell at this time.

　　 "Get off work so early?"

　　 It's actually still time for lunch. Lu Wen and the others didn't delay much time in the fifteenth district.

　　 Most of the time is wasted on congested roads.

　　 "Our boss said that there was a very poor slum couple in the central hospital. He closed the door early and said that he wanted to bring some money to see. The boss doesn't believe in the online fundraising platforms."

　　The girl works in the 15th district.

　　 I commute between the two major districts every day. Fortunately, the urban area is not too big, and the round-trip time is within an acceptable range.

　　The most populous part of each large area is actually those rural towns.

　　 But now, more and more people are pouring into urban areas in search of a job, so many urban areas are a bit crowded, and there are more and more unemployed people.

　　 "When I become rich in the future, I will take my dad to leave this place and live in other urban areas."

　　 "You can learn something else after get off work every day, don't do repetitive tasks for a lifetime."

　　 "Hmm."

　　 The two actually started talking?

　　 Lu Wen thought it was a little weird.

　　 This is a world where everyone is playing with their mobile phones with their heads down. Even if familiar people are sitting together, they are all playing their own games. Strangers need great fate to chat together.

　　 And with Xia Chuluo’s character, I can chat with her...

　　 Not long after, two bowls of beef noodles came.

Master 　　's knife skills may not be very good, so the meat is very thick, not as thin as cicada wings in the restaurants outside.

　　 The fragrance is overflowing, the crystal clear red oil is floating on the noodle soup, and the emerald green onion is embellished.

　　 I had a simple meal.

　　 Xia Chuluo decided to go back instead of continuing to explore.

　　 The two bid farewell to the girl and drove back to the thirteenth district.

　　 "I thought you would keep checking."

　　 "No need."

　　 Xia Chuluo looked out the window, the afternoon wind was fairly soft.

　　 It's normal for a few people to die in places like the 16th district.

　　 But Lu Wen feels something is wrong.

　　 "Do you know who the murderer is?" he asked.

　　 "From your tone, you can tell that there is only one murderer." Xia Chuluo responded.

　　 Lu Wen was taken aback and called up the scene he had recorded.

　　 He did think that there was only one murderer.

　　 may be a preconceived factor. After seeing the pictures given by the simulation system, he has been thinking about it all the time.

　　 watched the entire scene for more than ten minutes.

　　 Lu Wen only discovered the anomaly.

　　 "There is a deceased man with a large bone missing from the top of his head. If it is that kind of heavy weapon, his entire head would have to explode, so... is there a sniper in the distance?"

　　 This is a true vengeance.

　　 Dealing with a small gang, the members are gangsters who can only fight landlords. It is estimated that they have never practiced shooting, and there is actually a sniper in the distance.

　　 "That's why I tell you not to rely too much on machines. Accumulating experience is the most important thing."

"Ok."

　　 This time Lu Wen didn't say anything else that he is also a machine.

　　……

　　 The sixteenth district, in a low bungalow.

　　 Very simple one bedroom and two halls.

　　The white paint on the wall has mostly turned gray-black, and it has come off a lot.

　　The yellowed newspaper is posted on the places where the paint on the wall is peeling off.

　　 There are pale energy-saving lamps hanging from the living room.

　　 There are white tiles in the kitchen, there is no range hood, the window is open, and the gray ventilation fan is covered with oil.

　　 "Gulu Gulu..."

　　 On the gas stove, the crock is steaming.

　　 Duan Tiannan opened the light green old refrigerator, took out a bottle of frozen beer, walked to the living room, sat on the shabby dark red sofa, and turned on the old big head TV.

　　 This middle-aged man likes to watch old westerns ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ films from the last century.

　　Look at the era of horse riding and whiplash, those sandy towns.

　　 That lonely heroic feeling.

"boom!"

　　 It's not a light closing sound.

　　 This little bungalow seemed to tremble.

"came back?"

"Ok."

　　 The girl threw the backpack on the sofa.

　　 She turned around and walked to the kitchen and took out a bottle of milk.

　　 "Alcohol will kill you." She said lightly to Duan Tiannan on the sofa.

　　 "It's just beer." Duan Tiannan smiled.

　　 The girl took the milk, walked to the living room, and sat on the other side of the sofa.

　　 She doesn't like these old westerns.

　　 She thinks these films have a faint mood, but middle-aged people always recommend them to her.

　　 The two sat on the sofa like this, time passed.

　　 In the whole room, there are only the gurgling sound of earthen jars in the kitchen, the occasional gunshots from the TV, and the lines unique to that era.

　　 I don’t know too long.

The protagonist in the TV bid farewell to the beauty. In the eyes of everyone, he turned on the black horse with a gun on his shoulder. In the classic Western music, with his back to everyone, he left the town and drifted away in the yellow sand. .

　　 "I said I don't need your help today." The girl said lightly.

　　 "No, I still helped." Duan Tiannan smiled gently.

　　 Another western movie began to be shown on TV.

　　 "The forgery scene is actually completely unnecessary, even if it is not Xia Chuluo, another person can tell." He took a sip of beer, "You shouldn't meet her, it's very dangerous."

　　 "She is not as good as you said."