Bionic Era

　　 The fourteenth district is in the west of Mowu City.

　　 Ye Ling grew up here.

　　 She was born in a wealthy family, and her parents were in business, and business went smoothly.

　　 Everyone said that the old mansion was well repaired, which suppressed the fortune.

　　 She also has a younger brother, who has good academic performance, so she can play willfully and carefree.

　　 "In a family, one child with good grades is enough." As an older sister, Ye Ling thought this way, and felt at ease to find an excuse for his poor grades.

　　 She prefers to study the flowers on both sides of the road.

　　 She will watch those boring documentaries on TV and feel the growth and decline of those flowers.

　　 After going to middle school, she fell in love with the blue Jacaranda flowers in the school.

　　 "The time when the flowers are most beautiful is the moment they leave the branch. They will use their short lives to pursue that confused future."

　　 Ye Ling stood under the flower tree.

　　 Those flowers fell on her shoulders, on the top of her head, on her school uniform.

　　 She saw the boy under the flower tree.

　　 That is her classmate.

　　Like is a delight at first sight.

　　 She wants to live forever.

　　 Those blue and purple flowers fell on her throbbing heart.

　　 She excitedly raised the bunch of blue Jacaranda flowers in her hand, happy like a butterfly with its wings spread for the first time, and suddenly discovered another beautiful world.

　　 Later.

　　 That male classmate dropped out.

　　 There is a temple in the fourteenth district, and the temple is unknown in Yunshen.

　　 Ye Ling hurried to the temple. Perhaps influenced by some TV drama, the little girl decided to ask the Buddha for marriage.

　　 When she returned to the city.

　　 home is gone.

　　 after that day.

　　 Love is buried deep in my heart, and the seeds of hatred thrive on the poor soil.

　　 The old host of the temple took her in.

　　 The little girl stood outside the martial arts hall, watching those monks practicing martial arts, she was fascinated.

　　 She practised boxing techniques against those old trees, and she secretly shed tears in pain. She practiced whip legs against wooden stakes, and limped down the mountain to carry water the next day.

　　 "Hatred cannot resolve hatred, only mercy can resolve hatred."

　　The old host spent ten years, hoping to eliminate the hatred in the heart of the little girl.

　　 but it failed after all.

　　 Before death.

　　 The old host is lying in the Zen room.

　　 Ye Ling's eyes were red and tears filled her eyes.

　　 The old host has spoken Buddhist words for a lifetime, but when he passed away, he left such a common sentence.

　　 "The world is always unfair. Fortunately, people have a steelyard...just do whatever you want..."

　　……

　　 This drizzle and picturesque night.

　　 No. 1 Li Jian closed the case.

　　 Lu Wen and Xia Chuluo went to a hotel to rest.

　　 The next day, they drove back.

　　 did not go back to the 13th district, but went to the 14th district first.

　　 Xia Chuluo's expression was cold, his eyes sinking slightly, like a soldier rushing to the battlefield, straight in, and walked into the fourteenth district executive bureau alone.

　　 Six gunshots!

　　 She emptied a magazine!

　　 No one stopped.

　　 On this day, a third-level executive officer died in the fourteenth district.

　　 A very senior executive, in his fifties, has reached the age of retirement.

　　 Xia Chuluo walked out of the Fourteenth District Executive Bureau, leaving silence behind, she returned to the car.

　　 For some reason, she couldn't apply for the instrument to scan the pillars of that building, so she could only leave the three numbers behind.

　　 "Let's go."

　　 From this moment.

　　 No. 1 Li Jian case was completely closed.

　　 "Go home, take a bath, change clothes."

　　 Girls still love to be clean.

　　 ran around all day, and never returned home two nights.

　　 But the car has just started.

　　 The call comes again.

　　 Xia Chuluo frowned and pressed the answer button.

　　 "What, did Li Jian go to Inner Sea on the 5th? What is he going to do?"

　　 "A student? Invite him to go on vacation? Isn't he afraid of death, he runs around at this time...What? Who told him that the case was closed?! What the news said? Why didn't you stop him?"

　　 "You guys went with you? A group of pigs!"

　　 "Grass (a kind of plant)!"

　　 Xia Chuluo didn't get angry and didn't know if he was scolding his teammates or the unscrupulous news.

　　 She hung up angrily and almost smashed it out.

　　 "Lu Wen, check a phone number."

　　 Xia Chuluo told Lu Wen about the situation of the student that Li Jian had funded on the 5th.

　　 Soon, the call was detected.

　　 Lu Wen called and pressed hands-free.

　　 The call is connected soon.

　　 is a very young voice.

　　 Lu Wen explained his intention.

　　 "What?" There was obviously something wrong on the other end of the phone, "I didn't invite Uncle Li Jian to go on vacation. I'm still busy doing my thesis lately. I thought I would visit Uncle Li Jian after I was busy for a while."

　　 "Okay, we get it."

　　 Lu Wen hung up the phone.

　　 immediately dialed the number 5 of Li Jian.

　　 "The number you dialed is not in the service area, please..."

　　 is not good.

　　 It is the ninth day since the death of No. 1 Li Jian.

　　 At the rate that the murderer kills one Li Jian in two days, Li Jian on the 5th is afraid that it will be too bad!

　　 "Turn, go to the fifteenth district, the inner sea."

　　 "Call the executive officer who went with me, I won't believe it, I can't get through!"

　　 The fifteenth district is very famous, a famous tourist area.

　　 There is a whole piece of inland sea here.

　　 There are countless undersea restaurants on the sea floor. People dine in the faint blue surroundings, separated by a pane of glass, and beside them are swimming sharks.

　　……

　　 The little painter sits on the street, and his pale blue eyes reflect the figures of people coming and going.

　　 "What exactly is art?"

　　 He fell into deep thought, and an inexplicable depression flooded his mind.

　　 Suddenly, his phone shook.

　　 He turned on the phone.

　　 An incoming text message.

　　 "One hundred thousand?"

　　 The little painter counted zero several times, and finally made sure that he was right.

　　 This is half the bounty!

　　 The sadness and melancholy in his heart suddenly disappeared~www.NovelMTL.com~ The world became bright in his eyes.

　　 So he marked his painting from 80 yuan to 800 yuan.

　　 "You are all my hard work." The little painter caressed his paintings, and he was full of food. He was unwilling to sell his hard work.

　　 Unexpectedly, after the price increase, more people bought it.

　　……

　　 Machine Repair Factory, Yun Yang is on duty today.

　　 Working gap.

　　 He checked the list of guests at the wedding and made sure that the seven aunts and eight aunts had not missed it.

　　 "Buzz—"

　　 The phone vibrates suddenly.

　　 He clicked on that text message.

　　The amount of one hundred thousand stretched his frowning brows.

　　 "With these money, I can finally collect the gift."

　　 Yun Yang muttered to himself.

　　 The pressure of life made this young man seem to be trapped in the mud and unable to break free. Now he can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

　　 Sometimes he feels that he is still young and shouldn't get married so early.

　　 But the parents of both parties have already decided.

　　 As for the bride, the girl who has only met a few times, Yun Yang occasionally asks himself, is it really the person he likes?

　　 In the dead of night.

　　 Yunyang lay on the bed.

　　 looked at the gloomy sky outside the window.

　　 will think of those falling blue Jacaranda flowers.

　　 thinks of the girl holding a bouquet to confess to him.

　　 I heard that she later transferred school.

　　 don't know where it is now.

　　 The self-esteem of young people comes from low self-esteem.

　　 He is just a child from a poor family, so why delay his youth.

　　 "She must be doing well now."