Bionic Era

　　 "Have you heard of Conan?"

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

　　 "Everywhere Conan goes..."

　　 "Okay, I know what you mean."

　　 Since Xia Chuluo went to a slum, people she knew began to be killed one after another.

　　 The gang boss died decently this time, and he obviously realized that someone was going to shoot him.

　　 It's just that he didn't resist.

　　He is the only one who died.

　　 The scene is not as chaotic as it was yesterday.

　　 This man is sitting in front of the window. The two cups of tea made on the table are still warm, one for himself.

　　 "Did he say who to wait for?"

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

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

　　The scarlet blood is like a small red snake, following the old iron chair, crawling over the dark red rust, and making intimate contact with the cold surface.

　　 There is a red handprint on the teacup.

　　 After he was shot, he did not die immediately. He was very calm. He held up the teacup with his blood-stained left hand and took a sip of tea.

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

"The boss said, I'm sorry for not taking us out of the slum..." The little man was sobbed, "He said... He said that this place will bury people's life, born here, and die here, but... but life is not only one way……"

　　 Lu Wen listened to the description of the little man, and felt that the boss was a sentimental person.

　　 In this era, feelings are a very rare thing.

　　 He walked into the room.

　　 The body of the gang boss was lying on the iron chair in front of the window. The sky was gloomy, and there was no bright sunshine coming in, otherwise it should be a quite artistic picture.

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

　　 Rare tall buildings in slums.

　　 The gray exterior wall is covered with various advertisements in large characters.

　　The murderer should be the sniper rifle set up on the roof.

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

　　 "Look far away." Xia Chuluo said.

　　 "Yeah." Lu Wen thought she had found some clue, and subconsciously looked at the house 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. This map is unwilling to show more places. The **** piles up into mountains, and there is endless chaos and poverty at a glance.

　　 is further obscured by the fog.

　　Vaguely, those high-rise buildings stand on the horizon, and the fog renders them hideous, which is frightening.

　　 "I have lived here since I was young?"

　　 "Yes, I am familiar with all the neighborhoods around me, Miss Xia, if you want to find someone, I can show you the way."

　　 "I have seen the bustling city, and no one wants to return to this place. Have you ever gone out?"

　　 "No...No." The little man shook his head, "There is a place where the rich live, I...I won't be used to it."

　　 "What is money?"

　　 "Money...money is..."

　　 "Hold the gun in your hand. Most of the time, it is more fearful than money."

　　 The little guy has a gun. In the slums, this is power.

　　 After his boss died, he was free.

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

　　 The little man sat on the edge of the third floor, looking at the illuminated buildings in the distance, 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 bad children." Lu Wen said.

　　 "He was just a small man, and he was 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 functional chip has the recognition function, the awakened bionic will remove the limbs of the companion, allowing the companion's wishes to continue on the other body.

　　 Humans have similarities.

　　 The living people will take away the things of the dead, but the way is not so plain. In many cases, they need to compete.

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

　　 "Do you want him to be the new leader?"

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

　　 didn't know how long he walked in this winding place.

　　 Lu Wen suddenly recognized some familiar roads.

　　 has been here twice after all, and he has memories of every place he has walked.

　　 "I remember you only had breakfast two hours ago."

　　 Lu Wen looked at the noodle restaurant in the distance and understood the end of his trip.

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

　　 I drove all the way from the 13th district, and it took more than two hours due to the morning rush hour.

　　 "Eat and shelter from the rain by the way."

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

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

　　 It’s not yet time to eat, Lu Wen checked the time, ten in the morning.

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

　　 However, the two had just walked into the noodle shop.

　　 The patter of rain fell from the sky ~www.NovelMTL.com~ and hit the tarp set up outside the noodle shop.

　　 Many people find this kind of voice sounds very comfortable, and it is easy to evoke memories of a certain day and year.

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

　　 "The weather forecast has always been inaccurate." Lu Wen pulled out a paper towel and wiped it back and forth on the greasy desktop several times.

　　 There are very few people in the noodle shop.

　　 People in slums live very regularly. Ten o'clock is not the time to eat, even if the noodle shop is cheap.

　　 At a table to the left of the two of them, there are 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 he accidentally scanned it at noon yesterday.

　　 Duan Tiannan, a vagrant.

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

　　 The owner looks like someone who is almost forty.

　　 But his child is only five or six years old. He doesn't play much on weekdays. He likes to listen to Duan Tiannan's stories.

　　 The little boy was attentive, his mind closely following the ups and downs of those stories.

　　 "Of course!" Duan Tiannan took a sip of beer and said with a smile: "It's not me who blow..."

　　 usually starts with this sentence, that is to start blowing.

"When I was young, I have traveled to the nine major cities. Many people don't know where our Mowu City is. Some people say it is in the east and some people say it is in the south. That's because they have never left Mou City. ."

　　 Lu Wen is actually a little confused, and he has been in this city for more than two weeks.

　　 There is not much news from other cities so far.

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

　　 "In fact, our city of Mowu is in the south, and it is one of the two cities in the south."