Chapter 55

Rudd once again felt the world's deep malice towards bionics.

"It's said that executive Xia doesn't like bionic people to participate in handling cases all the time. In fact, I'm the same, but sometimes I need some machines to explore the way." Wu Yu sighed and looked helpless.

Lu Wen thinks that it's only two weeks since he joined the executive board.

Why did you hear so much about Charlotte?

"That's it?" At the beginning of Xia, Luo gives Wu Yu a light look.

"Executive Xia, in two weeks, the Tenth District will hold a large-scale painting exhibition. I heard that executive Xia has a strong ability to appreciate art, and you can see the authenticity at a glance. I happen to..."

"Lu Wen, I'm in a hurry."

"I understand."

One before the other, they passed by Wu Yu.

In the wind comes a word from the early summer.

"I thought it was slow enough for you to become a full member in one and a half weeks. I didn't expect you to become a full member in two weeks. You can't even compare with a bionic human. How can you say that?"

Then came the roar of the car engine.

When Charlotte's language became sharp, few people could bear it.

Wu Yu stood on the steps of the gate, smiling a little stiff.

In the car.

Charlotte habitually wanted to lift his legs and put them on the center console, but frowned, and finally just opened the window to blow.

"What's it like to have a broken rib?"

It's more than an hour's drive to District 16.

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

"You can find this topic..."

At the beginning of Xia, Luo had no words to lift his forehead.

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

Boring advertisements and news are rolling under the sky, including the related reports of today's monster.

"There's another monster in area 13 today..."

"The mayor proposed to elect a bionic member for Mau City, which was opposed by most of the existing members of Mau city..."

"The number of suicides this month is, down from the same period last year..."

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

“……”

Slum is a word with a wide range of meanings.

When it comes to this word, everyone has different scenes in mind, but they are the same.

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

Here is the epitome of the city's backwardness and progress.

"They built walls with rusty iron plates and covered the gray sky with worn-out plastic sheets, so there was a home."

At the beginning of Xia, Luo was walking on the road with his hands down.

Rubbish can be seen everywhere.

Lu Wen saw a lot of eyes.

Numbness, dullness.

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

String after string was drawn on both sides of the street.

This is a slum.

There are no millionaires here.

At least, you can't be a millionaire.

"You know this place very well?"

"A few times."

At the beginning of Xia, Luo was familiar with the road without hesitation.

Lu Wen followed her closely.

There are mountains of rubbish.

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

Children kicking empty plastic bottles, playing in the street, pushing each other with dirty hands, clear eyes staring at the bottles picked up from the garbage heap.

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

Charlotte said as she walked.

There are all kinds of houses here. Some people live in dilapidated containers, others lie in wide cement pipes.

After walking for more than ten minutes in the dirt and chaos, Lu Wen felt that he was about to lose his way.

The map in my mind is not very detailed.

One by one, the slums have become small black spots on the map. At least other small black spots can be enlarged. Here, the slums are just small black spots.

Finally, they came to a slum that looked a little cleaner.

The low bungalows are arranged on both sides of the road, and the fireworks are heavier.

Charlotte came to a bungalow and knocked at the door.

"Dong Dong..."

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

After a while, the door opened.

The music was deafening.Open the door is a bald man, look serious, some fierce, neck hanging a small black submachine gun.

"Miss Xia!"

The fierce man stopped his fierce look in an instant.

The sincere smile on his face didn't match his figure.

"Come in and sit down, Miss Xia. You haven't been here for a long time! The little brother came in, too

Lu Wen thinks that this place is like a labyrinth. Normal people have been dizzy since they came in.

It's a place where you don't want to come again.

The strong man didn't ask Lu Wen's identity. He respectfully welcomed them in and closed the door.

"Don't be nervous. I'm just looking for someone."

Charlotte raised her voice a little bit.

The music is too loud.

The room has been transformed into a cheap singing hall, with colorful spherical lights spinning around and a girl dancing on the stage.

"Boss, it's Miss Xia!"

The voice of a strong man is much more powerful.

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

These people lean against each corner of the room, forming small groups with guns, cash and playing cards on the table.

Gang life is so simple and boring.

The music stopped.

The leader of this gang is a middle-aged man with a moustache. He has never escaped middle-aged fatness and the Mediterranean.

He received them warmly.

"At that time, I killed only one person, and those guys had to sentence three! Fortunately, Miss Xia thought carefully and found out other murderers. She only sentenced me to 15 years, otherwise I would have no hope in my life. "

"Said to kill only one, that is one, come out to mix, it is to say credit!"

After a conversation, Lu Wen knows why the gang boss respects Xia chuluo so much.

This is Help me?

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

No! How old was Charlotte fifteen years ago?

You're running away

"I'm looking for someone who's been in and out of this slum a lot, but the surveillance in area 16 is broken."

When Charlotte speaks, Lu Wen turns on the projection.

The picture is very clear.

It's a man in a hat.

The surveillance in area 13 is relatively intensive, so they are photographed on the front and back, but Lu Wen can't identify this person's information.

So they speculated that this may be a black family who grew up in a slum.

On the side of the slum, there are many such people, and the system has not registered.

"This man He's not human