Bionic Era

　　 Lu Wen once again felt the world's deep malice against bionics.

　　 "I heard that Executive Xia has always disliked bionics to participate in cases. Actually, I am the same, but sometimes I always need some machines to find the way." Wu Yu sighed, looking helpless.

　　 Wen Lu thought, it has only been two weeks since joining the Executive Board.

　　 Why did you hear so many things about Xia Chuluo?

　　 "Done?" Xia Chuluo glanced at Wu Yu lightly.

　　 "Executive Xia, a large-scale painting exhibition will be held in the tenth district two weeks later. I heard that Executive Xia has a strong ability to appreciate art and can tell the authenticity at a glance. It just happens that I..."

　　 "Lu Wen, in a hurry."

　　 "Understand."

　　 The two of them walked past Wu Yu in tandem.

　　 A word from Xia Chuluo that is not salty and not light in the wind.

　　 "I thought it was slow enough for you to turn into normal for a week and a half, but I didn't expect it to turn into normal in two weeks. You can't even compare to a bionic person. Where can I say it?"

　　 Then came the roar of the car engine.

　　 When Xia Chuluo's language became sharp, few people could handle it.

　　 Kureha stood on the stairs at the gate, smiling stiffly.

　　 Inside the car.

　　 Xia Chuluo habitually wanted to raise his legs on the center console, but frowned, and finally just opened the window to blow the air.

　　 "How does it feel to have a broken rib?"

　　 More than an hour's journey to the 16th district.

　　 In order not to appear so boring, Lu Wen felt that he should find a topic to pass the time.

　　 "You can find this topic..."

　　 Xia Chuluo was speechless and raised his forehead.

　　 There are many tall buildings in this city, and countless huge projections occupy the gaps of the buildings.

　　 The boring advertisements and news are rolling under the sky, among them there are reports about the monster today.

　　 "A monster appeared again today in the 13th district..."

　　 "The mayor proposed to elect a bionic councillor for the city of Mau. This proposal was opposed by most of the present councillors of Mau..."

　　 "The number of suicides this month was 26,312, a decrease from the same period last year..."

　　"The writer Ying Long released the eighth book of "The Lost City", and the major bookstores are full..."

　　 "……"

　　 slum is a very broad term.

　　 Mention the word, the scene that emerges in everyone's mind is different, but they are also the same.

　　 People sleep in low and dense houses, walking on dark and narrow roads, and black sewage flows on both sides of the street.

　　 This is the epitome of urban backwardness and the epitome of urban progress.

　　 "They used rusty iron plates to build a fence, and used old plastic sheets to cover the dark sky, so a home was built."

　　 Xia Chuluo walked on the bumpy road with his hands holding hands.

　　 Garbage can be seen everywhere.

　　 Lu Wen saw a lot of eyes.

　　 Numbness, sluggishness.

　　 The owner of these eyes sits under the low house, leaning against the cold iron plate.

　　 Strings of strings were pulled on both sides of the street.

　　 This is a slum.

　　 There are no millionaires here.

　　 At least, there is no way out of the millionaire.

　　 "Are you familiar with this place?"

　　 "I have been here several times."

　　 Xia Chuluo is familiar with the road without any hesitation.

　　 Lu Wen followed her closely.

　　Countless **** piles up into mountains.

　　 From high above, the whole slum is more like a huge garbage dump.

　　 The children kicked empty plastic bottles and played in the street, pushing each other with their dirty little hands, their clear eyes fixed on the bottles picked up in the garbage dump.

　　 "When these childhood sweethearts grow up, most of the boys become thieves and thieves. Their education is not enough to support them to become high IQ criminals. Most of the girls... go to the red light district on the other side."

　　 Xia Chuluo talked as he walked.

　　The houses here are all kinds of houses. Some people live in broken containers and some are lying in large concrete pipes.

　　 After walking in the dirt and chaos for more than ten minutes, Lu Wen felt that he was almost lost.

　　 The map in his mind is not very detailed about the record here.

　　 A piece of slums, on the map, have become small black dots, other small black dots can be enlarged at any rate, and the slums here are just small black dots.

　　 Finally, the two came to a slum that looked slightly cleaner.

　　 The low bungalows lined up neatly on both sides of the road, and the smoke and fire were heavier.

　　 Xia Chuluo came to a bungalow and knocked on the door.

　　 "咚咚咚......"

　　 Even if he was standing outside the door, Lu Wen could hear the music coming from inside, which was very rhythmic.

　　 After a while, the door opened.

　　 The sound of explosive music is deafening.

　　 The one who opened the door was a brawny bald man with a serious look and a bit fierce, with a small black submachine gun hanging from his neck.

　　 "Miss Xia!"

　　 The brawny man instantly put away his fierce expression.

　　 The sincere smile on his face does not match his figure.

　　 "Come in and sit down, Miss Xia, how long have you been here since long! This little brother also comes in."

　　 Wen Lu thought, this place is winding around, like a maze, normal people come in and be stunned long ago.

　　 A place that I don’t want to come back once.

　　 The brawny man did not ask Lu Wen's identity, and respectfully greeted the two of them in, and then closed the door.

　　 "Don't be nervous, I just came to find someone."

　　 Xia Chuluo raised his voice slightly.

　　 The sound of music is too loud.

　　 This room was transformed into a cheap karaoke hall, with colorful spherical lights spinning around ~www.NovelMTL.com~ colorful, and a girl dancing on the stage.

　　 "Boss, it's Miss Xia!"

　　 The voice of the brawny man is much stronger.

　　 In an instant, more than a dozen pairs of eyes looked over.

　　 These people leaned on every corner of the house, forming a small group, with guns, cash and playing cards on the table.

　　 The life of a gang is so unpretentious and boring.

　　 The music stopped.

　　 The boss of this gang is a middle-aged man with a small beard and has not escaped middle-aged blessing and the Mediterranean.

　　He received the two warmly.

"Back then, I obviously only killed one person, and those guys had to sentence three! Fortunately, Miss Xia was very careful and found another murderer, and only sentenced me to 15 years, otherwise I would have no hope of coming out in my life. ."

　　 "If you say that you only kill one, then it will be one. If you come out and mix, you have to be credible!"

　　 After some talk, Lu Wen knew why this gang boss respected Xia Chuluo so much.

　　 Is this... a life-saving grace?

　　 Fifteen years, such a long time, can still remember this kindness.

　　 "I'm looking for someone. The surveillance of the regional handover shows that he often enters and exits this slum, but the surveillance in the 16th district is broken."

　　 While Xia Chuluo was speaking, Lu Wen turned on the projection.

　　 The picture is very clear.

　　 is a man with a hat.

　　 The monitoring of the 13th district is still relatively dense, so the front and back are all photographed, but Lu Wen could not identify the person's information.

　　 So the two speculated that this may be a dark household who grew up in a slum.

　　 Here in the slum, there are many such people, and the system has not registered.

　　 "This person...he is not a person."