Bionic Era

　　 Lu Wen shot the mosquito to death.

　　 There is no blood.

　　 The sensor captured a picture.

　　【Metal】

　　 Countless small metal slags, glowing with a special luster, slowly slipped off his arm.

　　 This is a bionic mosquito!

　　 Lu Wen was silent, closed the window, and took out the black umbrella from the drawer.

　　……

　　 On the 5th, Li Jian’s home is in the 12th district, which is destined to be half an hour’s starry night.

　　 But Xia Chuluo was not in a hurry.

　　 When the car first entered the 12th district, she told Lu Wen to stop.

　　 "After eating, take two steps and digest."

　　 She touched her belly, feeling that it is not suitable for sneaking into action now.

　　 In fact, she could go into Li Jian's villa on No. 5 with integrity and search, but then she would not be able to bring Lu Wen with her. She also wanted to make Lu Wen more knowledgeable.

　　 As for sneaking...Even if she was caught, the people of the Executive Bureau couldn't help her.

　　 At most, she told her to take Lu Wen back and review two sentences verbally.

　　 "I will go down first."

　　 Lu Wen opened the door of the main driver's seat and opened the black umbrella.

　　 The hazy rain kissed the umbrella surface, sliding down the edge, forming a thin rain curtain.

　　 Wen Lu opened the door of the co-pilot.

　　 "Your housekeeping bionic is kind of good at taking care of people." Xia Chuluo got out of the co-pilot position and stood under the umbrella, only to get a few drops of rain.

　　 "Not every housekeeping bionic person is so smart, okay, I'm a customized model of more than one million." Lu Wen feels a little superior.

　　 It is almost seven o'clock in the evening.

　　 It's raining, and the streets are still trafficked, and during the rush hour after get off work.

　　 Three or four hours later, this city will turn into an empty city again.

　　 The two walked along the street, stepping on not too deep rain.

　　 The small shop on the side of the road plays softly soft music, and the colorful neon reflects another inverted world on the wet road, a little fuzzy.

　　 A few stray cats stepped on the trash can in the alley by the side of the road, jumped on the side wall, and shook the rain on their bodies.

　　【Blue Bionics】

　　【Number E31-0000689135】

　　【Number E31-0000689156】

【serial number……】

　　【Suitable for emotional companionship】

　　【……】

　　 In this world, even stray cats may be bionics.

　　 And many of these bionic creatures have no signs, and ordinary people rarely recognize them.

　　 There are a few scrapped bionics lying next to the trash can, waiting for the corresponding company to recycle them, or to be directly filled into the bionics dump.

　　 There was a bionic person who was still alive, and the bracelet on his arm was shining with a faint light.

　　 Lu Wen scanned this compatriot.

　　【Blue housekeeping bionics】

　　【Number E09-0003895642】

　　 [81% of surface biomaterials damaged]

　　【Scrap standard has been reached】

　　【……】

　　 This compatriot is really miserable.

　　 There were injuries all over his body, and the skin all over his body seemed to have been rubbed by sandpaper, and it was barely visible that it was a human form.

　　 It's a personal person, and it's already chilled out by this kind of injury.

　　 "Do you want to go and see?" Seeing Lu Wen looking at the trash can, Xia Chuluo asked.

　　 "Well, go take a look." Lu Wen nodded.

　　 The two walked towards the alley.

　　 Xia Chuluo held the umbrella, while Lu Wen squatted down and reached out to hold the man's hand.

　　 But I didn't get any data.

　　 Brother Cockroach can transmit data by touching the skin, Lu Wen does not have this function.

　　 He can only download from the Internet, or deform his fingers into an external interface.

　　 That kind of contact transmission may be unique to the military type of Brother Cockroach, and Xia Chuluo occasionally suggested that he could change to a military type body.

　　Housekeeping-type bionics, no matter how many implants are added, there is still a gap from the military-type. Some powerful military-types are almost walking forts, and one person can form firepower suppression.

　　 "My friend..." The bionic man opened his eyes weakly.

　　 "What happened, why is the damage so severe?" Lu Wen asked.

"In ancient times... when people caught a prisoner of war, they would drag the two hands tied to the prisoner behind the horse and drag them back to the camp... My employer, he wanted to try this kind of feeling too, so he took me to a horse farm..." He Talking intermittently, weakly, the flickering light on the bracelet is getting weaker and weaker.

　　 Xia Chuluo frowned and turned to look into the distance.

　　 "I... I heard that there is a city in the north called Eden... Bionics are free there... I wish I could take a look..."

　　 The bracelet was completely dimmed.

　　 The bionic man still had his eyes open. He calmly recounted his miserable life like a slave, then crashed, and the light on his hand was completely dimmed.

　　 The joys and sorrows in the world are not the same. Some people endure flogging in order to survive, while others sink into the vast sea for freedom.

　　 "Let's go."

　　 Lu Wen stood up and took the umbrella in Xia Chuluo's hand.

　　 The music on the street exaggerates the nameless sadness.

　　 Lovers are dependent on each other under an umbrella, and wanderers hide in a shabby newsstand.

　　 The little painter squatted decadently on the street, his pale blue eyes looked at the street blankly through his long golden hair. He picked up the rain-damp paintings on the ground one by one.

　　 "These are rubbish!"

　　 "This kind of thing is also worthy of being called art?"

　　 Someone trampled on the paintings on the street, and stepped them into the deep mud along with the self-esteem of the little painter.

　　 The little painter was silent, the cold rain hit him, and he tried his best to protect the wrinkled painting in his arms.

　　 "I want to show this kind of thing in the gallery too? What do you make those masters think? Don't dream, UU reading www.uukanshu.com rolls away with this garbage, the farther the better!"

　　 "But...you got the money..."

　　 The little painter finally said, his voice is very small.

　　 "It's ridiculous, you still want to use money to defile art."

　　 The man sneered twice, without mentioning money.

　　 There are rapid footsteps in the rain.

　　Someone rushed to step on the rain.

　　 A beautiful kick, breaking the rain curtain, and throwing it heavily on the man's face.

　　 Xia Chuluo turned around and fell to the ground.

"boom!"

　　 The man fell heavily into the rain, shocking the people watching around and the little painter squatting on the ground.

　　 kicked faint.

　　 Fortunately, Xia Chuluo is holding his feet, otherwise this person may die on the spot.

　　 Lu Wen hurried forward and handed the umbrella to Xia Chuluo.

　　 Then he dragged the unconscious guy to the side of the road to save him from being crushed into meat sauce by passing vehicles.

　　 "Art does not need to be recognized by others, just be yourself."

　　Xia Chuluo was calm and calm.

　　 Wen Lu stepped forward to assist and searched the storage area of ​​the original functional chip.

　　【Van Gogh】

　　【Bach】

　　【……】

　　 While helping the little painter tidy up the scattered paintings, he used these people to give examples to the little painter.

　　Many great artists are not recognized before they are alive. People discover his value after death. Perhaps death allows their art to be sublimated, or it is time to allow those arts to be precipitated and bloom true brilliance in the years.

　　 is best known than Van Gogh, who is also a painter.

　　 The little painter nodded silently.

　　 "Do you still need an assistant?" he asked suddenly.