Chapter 40

Lu Wen killed the mosquito.

No blood.

The sensor captured a picture.

[metal]

countless tiny metal debris, with special luster, slowly slide down his arm.

This is a bionic mosquito!

In silence, he closed the window and took out the black umbrella from the drawer.

……

On the fifth, Li Jian's home is in District 12, which is destined to be a half-hour journey on a starry night.

But Charlotte was not in a hurry.

As soon as the car entered area 12, she told Lu Wen to stop.

"I'm full. I'll take two steps first and digest it."

She felt her stomach and felt that it was not suitable for diving now.

In fact, she can go straight into No. 5 Li Jian's villa to search, but then she can't take Lu Wen with her. She also wants Lu Wen to have more experience.

As for sneaking in Even if she's caught, the executive board can't help it.

At most, ask her to take Lu back and make a verbal review.

"I'll go down first."

Rudd opened the main driver's door and opened his black umbrella.

The misty rain kisses the surface of the umbrella and slides down at the edge, forming a fine curtain.

Rudd opened the co pilot's door.

"You bionics are good at taking care of people." At the beginning of Xia, Luo came out from the co driver's seat and stood under the umbrella, only getting a few drops of rain.

"Not every bionic person is so smart. Well, I'm a customized one million." Lu Wen felt a little superior.

It's near seven in the evening.

It's raining. The streets are still full of cars. It's rush hour.

In three or four hours, the city will turn into an empty city again.

They walked along the street, stepping on the rain which was not too deep.

In the roadside shop, there is gentle light music, and the colorful neon shows another inverted world on the wet road, which is a little fuzzy.

A few stray cats stepped on the garbage cans in the roadside alley, jumped on one side of the fence, and shook the rain on their bodies.

[blue bionics]

[number e31-0000]

[number e31-0000]

[number 】

[suitable for emotional company]

[...] 】

in this world, even stray cats may be bionics.

And many of these bionics are not marked, ordinary people can rarely recognize them.

Next to the garbage can lie a few abandoned bionic people, waiting for the corresponding company to recycle them, or to be directly filled into the bionic people dump.

There is a bionic man who is still alive. The bracelet on his arm is shining faintly.

Lu Wen scanned the compatriot.

[blue home economics bionic human]

[No. e09-000]

[surface biomaterial damage 81%]

[has reached the scrap standard]

[ 】

this compatriot is really miserable.

All over the body are injured, the whole body's skin is like being rubbed by sandpaper, can only barely see is a human shape.

If it were an individual, he would have been very cold.

"You want to see it?" Seeing Lu Wen looking at the garbage can, Xia chuluo asked.

"Well, go and have a look." Lu Wen nodded.

They walked into the alley.

Xia chuluo is holding an umbrella, while Lu Wen squats down and reaches for the man's hand.

But there's no data.

Brother cockroach can transmit data by touching his skin. Lu Wen doesn't have this function.

He can only download it from the Internet or transform his finger into an external interface.

That kind of contact transmission may be unique to cockroach's military type, and Charlotte occasionally suggests that he can change his military type body.

No matter how many implantation programs are added, the domestic bionic human is still far behind the military type. Some powerful military types are almost walking turrets, and one person can form firepower suppression.

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

"What happened and why was the injury so serious?" Lu Wen asked.

"In ancient times When people catch prisoners of war, they will drag their hands behind the horses and back to the camp My employer, who also wanted to try this feeling, took me to a racecourse... " He said intermittently, feeble, and the twinkling light on his bracelet was getting weaker and weaker.

Charlotte frowned and turned to look at the distance.

"I I heard that there is a city in the North called Eden Bionics are free there I wish I could go and have a look... "

The bracelet is a little dull.

The bionic man, with his eyes still open, calmly narrated his miserable life as if he were a slave, then died, and the light on his hand was completely dark.The joys and sorrows in the world are not the same. Some people endure the whipping for survival, while others sink into the vast sea for freedom.

"Let's go."

Lu Wen stood up and took Xia Chu Luo's umbrella.

The music on the street plays up the nameless sadness.

Lovers depend on each other under umbrellas, vagrants hide in old newspaper kiosks.

The little painter squatted on the street decadent, his pale blue eyes through his long golden hair, staring blankly at the street. He picked up the paintings on the ground one by one, which were wet by the rain.

"These are rubbish!"

"This kind of thing is also called art?"

Some people trample on the paintings on the street, trampling them into the deep mud together with the self-esteem of the little painter.

The little painter was silent. The cold rain hit him. He tried his best to protect the folded painting in his arms.

"This kind of thing also wants to go to the gallery? What do you want the masters to think? Don't dream, roll away with this rubbish, the farther the better! "

"But You took the money... "

The little painter finally said it in a low voice.

"Ridiculous, you want to use money to smear art."

The man sneered twice and said nothing about money.

There was a rush of footsteps in the rain.

Someone came galloping on the rain.

The beautiful flying kick broke the rain curtain and threw heavily on the face.

At the beginning of Xia, Luo turns around and lands on the ground.

"Bang!"

The man fell heavily in the rain, which startled the onlookers and the little painter squatting on the ground.

Kick out.

Fortunately, Charlotte had a sense of propriety, otherwise the man might have died on the spot.

Lu Wen rushed forward and handed the umbrella to Xia chuluo.

Then drag the unconscious guy to the side of the road, so that he won't be crushed into meat sauce by passing vehicles.

"Art doesn't need to be recognized by others. Just be yourself."

At the beginning of Xia, Luo was calm and calm.

Lu Wen came forward to assist and searched the memory area of the original function chip.

[Van Gogh]

[Bach]

[...] 】

while helping the little painters clean up the scattered paintings, he gave them examples.

Many great artists were not recognized in their lifetime, but only after their death did they find their value. Perhaps death sublimated their art, or time precipitated those art and bloomed in the years.

Van Gogh is also a painter.

The little painter nodded silently.

"Do you need any more assistants?" He asked suddenly.