Chapter 25

The vagrants sheltered themselves from the rain in the old newspaper kiosks.

Newspaper kiosks are umbrellas that can't be opened.

The little painter was sitting in the street.

The paint on one side of the drawing board is mixed together, like a hazy cloud.

He catches the rays of the sky and sprinkles a few drops of rain, so the blank drawing board is poetic.

"Art with soul costs 80 yuan."

A painting, or portrait, or abstract.

It's on the corner of the street.

People scurry by.

Occasionally someone stops, leaves a sentence "bionic human painting is better, cheaper" and then turns away.

The little painter sat alone on the street.

Under his wet hair were pale blue eyes. He was a half breed.

He looked up at the sky, the huge airship turned into a giant whale in his eyes, the buildings were decaying forests, the neon lights were colorful poisonous snakes, walking up the branches of trees.

He himself is just an ant.

There must be many giants under the ground, they like smoking, so there are those towering chimneys on the surface.

"Great art must come from a noble soul." He thought so, trying to separate his soul from his cooing stomach.

Two hundred thousand reward ads on the street attracted his attention.

The little painter frowned and began to meditate.

How to make your noble soul less embarrassed.

……

Maugham is a crowded city.

The three story underground parking lot can not meet the needs of countless ordinary people.

So there's an air parking lot.

Lu Wen drives into the tall circular building, drives up the elevator, and the car rises with the elevator to find a parking space.

He put the car into the parking space, two people get off, take the elevator downstairs.

"With more than one million bionics, the cooking skills must be good, right?"

At the beginning of summer, Luo walked in the afterglow of dusk with his negative hand. His brow wrinkled slightly. He didn't know what case he was thinking about, so he said something.

"It's OK. It's just so so. It's barely comparable to the chef in a five-star hotel." Lu Wen replied modestly.

"Well, if that were the case, all the chefs in the world would have lost their jobs."

"You have to compare me with those thousands of dollars of assembly line bionics."

There's a big reason the chef didn't lose his job.

People in the restaurant don't want to eat the food made by bionic human, so it's better to buy a bionic human to go back.

Every piece of food contains the intention of the chef. It is food with soul, while the food made by bionic human is controlled by program and has no soul.

Charlotte's home is in a neighborhood in District 13.

One room and two halls, not too big, a normal family.

In her early years, her parents died.

At the age of 6, she refused the welfare home, hired a lawyer, got the inheritance that she could only get when she was 18, buried her parents, and grew up alone in this house.

Mr. Lu always thinks that the template is a little familiar.

When you open the door, you can see the light blue curtains fluttering in the living room.

The white wall, the decoration is very simple.

"Fortunately, the windows are open."

First, make sure the environment is normal.

[sofa]

[TV]

[refrigerator]

[dining table]

[teddy bear]

[...] 】

no garbage.

It's clean.

All kinds of furniture are complete.

Just looking at It's a little empty.

"Pa!"

Kevin turned on the light and the living room lit up.

Charlotte was still thinking about something and went to the sofa without saying a word.

Lu Wen goes to the kitchen and turns on the light.

It's spotless, and all the tableware is neatly placed in the glass cabinet.

The gospel of obsessive compulsive disorder.

He came to the living room and opened the top of the refrigerator.

It's clean. There's no oil.

[canned instant food · expired]

[milk · expired]

[raw eggs]

[sliced bread · expired]

[...] 】

this girl doesn't know much about life, either?

It doesn't make sense. The place where Mingming lives looks so clean.

"Everything in your fridge is out of date." Lu Wen gave a voice to remind.

"Yes? No wonder I feel a little sick in my stomach today. " Charlotte withdrew from the state of thinking and replied.

"It's long overdue."

"No wonder I felt sick in my stomach a few days ago."

“……”

At the beginning of summer, Luo rubbed his stomach. He didn't know whether he was hungry or what.Lu Wen has no choice but to use only a few raw eggs for the whole fresh-keeping layer of the refrigerator.

He opened the freezer.

[quick frozen dumplings · three days before expiration]

[Tangyuan · expired]

[roast sausage · expired]

[ 】

"don't you usually eat at home?"

"Breakfast is usually done at home, lunch and dinner are eaten outside."

Xia chuluo leans on the sofa, habitually cocks her legs and keeps looking at her mobile phone. Her small face is full of concentration. It's obvious that she gives Lu Wen the full power to solve the problem of dinner.

Lu Wen took a look at the girl and went back to the empty kitchen.

Open a few cupboard doors, inside clean enough to make mice cry.

No way.

As a walking Android, it's easy to purchase food materials.

This is an urban area, not the suburb where Li Meng lives. Whatever he does is very convenient.

[positioning 】

[within 500 meters, there are three grocery supermarkets, five meat shops, eight fruit stalls and two vegetable supermarkets 】

Lu Wen bought some at will.

Within minutes, drones were delivered to the door.

Open the window and remove the food. In the corner of the kitchen, Lu Wen finds a small half bottle of cooking oil, edible salt within the shelf life, and some common seasonings.

Some seasonings are almost out of date without even opening.

High end ingredients often require only the simplest cooking.

Low end ingredients are no more complicated.

Dinner is very simple, two dishes and one soup.

While eating, they discussed the death of Li Jian - the death of every Li Jian.