Bionic Era

　　 Homeless people take shelter from the rain in the shabby newsstand.

　　 Newsstand is an umbrella that cannot be opened.

　　 The little painter sits on the street.

　　 The paint on the side of the drawing board is mixed together, like hazy clouds.

　　 He grabbed the sunlight from the horizon and sprinkled a few drops of rain, so the blank drawing board became poetic.

　　 "Art with a soul is priced at 80 yuan."

　　 Pieces of paintings, or portraits, or abstract.

　　 is placed on the corner of the street where no one cares.

　　 People pass by in a hurry.

　　 Occasionally someone stopped, leaving behind a sentence "Bionic people draw better and cheaper" and then turned and left.

　　 The little painter sits alone on the street.

　　 There are light blue eyes under his wet hair. He is a mixed blood.

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

　　 He himself is just an ant.

　　 There must be many giants in the ground. They like to smoke, so there are those towering chimneys on the surface.

　　 "Great art must come from a noble soul." He thought this way, trying to separate his soul from his groaning belly.

　　 The 200,000 reward advertisement on the street attracted his attention.

　　 The little painter frowned and began to think.

　　How to make your noble soul less embarrassed.

　　……

　　Mowu City is a crowded city.

　　 The three-story underground parking lot cannot meet the needs of countless ordinary people.

　　 So there was a parking lot in the sky.

　　 Lu Wen drove into the tall circular building and drove up the elevator. The car went up with the elevator and found a parking space.

　　 He drove the car into the parking space, and the two got out of the car and took the elevator downstairs.

　　 "There are more than one million housekeeping bionics, surely good at cooking, right?"

　　 Xia Chuluo walked with his hands in the afterglow of the evening, frowning slightly, not knowing what case he was thinking about, and said something in passing.

　　 "It's okay, so-so, barely comparable to a five-star hotel chef." Lu Wen replied modestly.

　　 "Here, if this were the case, all the chefs in the world would have been unemployed."

　　 "You have to compare me with those thousands of dollars in bionics produced on the assembly line."

　　 There is actually a big reason why chefs are not unemployed.

　　 The people in the restaurant are unwilling to eat food made by bionics, so it is better to buy a bionic and go back.

　　 Every food contains the chef's mind, it is food with a soul, and the food made by a bionic person is controlled by a program and has no soul.

　　 Xia Chuluo's home is in a community in the 13th district.

　　 One bedroom and two halls, not too big, normal family.

　　 In her early years, her parents died.

　　 At the age of 6, she rejected the orphanage and invited a lawyer to get the inheritance that she could not get until she was 18 years old. After her parents were buried, she grew up alone in this house.

　　 Wen Lu always feels that this person-setting template is a bit familiar.

　　 opened the door, and you saw the light blue curtains floating in the living room.

　　The white walls are very simple in decoration.

　　 "Fortunately, the windows are all open."

　　 First, make sure the environment is normal.

　　【Sofa】

　　【TV】

　　【Refrigerator】

　　【Table】

【Toy Bear】

　　【……】

　　 There is no rubbish.

　　 is very clean.

　　All kinds of furniture are complete.

　　 just looking at... somehow empty.

"Snapped!"

　　 Lu Wen turned on the light, and the living room lit up.

　　 Xia Chuluo was still thinking about something, and walked to the sofa without saying a word.

　　 Wen Lu walked to the kitchen, turned on the light and took a look.

　　 is spotless, all the tableware is neatly arranged in the glass cabinet.

　　 The gospel of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

　　 He came to the living room and opened the upper part of the refrigerator.

　　 is clean, without a trace of oil.

　　【Quick Canned Food·Expired】

　　【Milk·Expired】

　　【Raw eggs】

　　【Sliced ​​Bread·Expired】

　　【……】

　　 Is this girl not very good at life?

　　 It doesn't make sense, the place where I obviously lives looks so clean and hygienic.

　　 "The things in your refrigerator are out of date." Lu Wen reminded him.

　　 "Really? No wonder I feel a little uncomfortable in my stomach today." Xia Chuluo withdrew from the state of thinking and replied.

　　 "It's been a long time since it has expired."

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

　　 "……"

　　 Xia Chuluo rubbed his stomach, not knowing if he was hungry or what.

　　 Lu Wen had no choice but to use the entire refrigerator fresh-keeping layer, only a few raw eggs.

　　 He pulled away the frozen layer under the refrigerator.

　　 [Frozen Dumplings·Three days before expiration]

　　【Tangyuan·Expired】

　　【Grilled sausage·Expired】

　　【……】

　　 "Do you usually not eat at home?"

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

　　 Xia Chuluo leaned on the sofa, habitually cocked her legs, and kept looking at her phone. Her small face was full of concentration, apparently giving Lu Wen the full power of dinner.

　　 Lu Wen glanced at the girl, then returned to the empty kitchen.

　　 opened a few cabinet doors, the inside was clean enough to make the mouse cry.

no way.

　　As a walking Android machine, I still know how to purchase ingredients.

　　 This is an urban area, not a suburb where Li Meng lives. It's very convenient to do everything.

　　【Locating...】

　　 [There are three grocery supermarkets, five butcher shops, eight fruit stalls, two vegetable supermarkets within 500 meters nearby...]

　　 Lu Wen bought some at will.

　　 Within a few minutes, drones were delivered to the door.

　　 opened the window and took out the food. Lu Wen found a small half-bottle of cooking oil in the corner of the kitchen, edible salt within the shelf life, and some common seasonings.

　　 Some seasonings are almost out of date without even opening.

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　　 The low-end ingredients are not complicated.

　　 Dinner is very simple, two dishes and one soup.

　　 While eating, the two discussed Li Jian’s death—every Li Jian’s death.

"Li Fitness No. 1 is rich and wealthy. He always followed his bodyguards when he went out. But the incident happened at night. He was exercising with many people. The bodyguards were waiting outside. When these bodyguards reacted and broke open the door, there were only a few. A comatose girl found Li Jian's body in a concrete pillar on a construction site the next day." Xia Chuluo said.

　　 "The murderer was very purposeful. He only killed Li Jian and didn't hurt anyone else." Lu Wen took a sip of the soup.

　　 The sense of taste of the bionic person is amazing. It is not the real sense of taste. Instead, it uses the sensors in the mouth to obtain data such as saltiness, and then compares the massive amount of dish data to draw a conclusion about whether it is delicious.

　　 "No.1 Li Jian is the former director of the Landi Construction Group. He started working as a foreman step by step, but finally died in a concrete pillar. The cause and effect cycle... Will there be enemies before?" Lu Wen continued.

　　 "The last time he personally supervised the project was ten years ago. There is a real enemy. Do you think he will wait so long?"

　　 "Don't even see the shadow of the murderer?"

　　 "No, the murderer chose an unmonitored route."

　　 Xia Chuluo shook his head.

　　 "What about the cause of death?"

　　 "Suffocated to death, his expression was horrified before death, and the solidified cement recorded his expression."

　　 "Are there traces of drag on the ground?"

　　 "No, there was a heavy rain that night, and the construction site was covered with sand again."

　　 "It's raining again."

　　 The rain in this world never stops, and I don’t know who is shed tears.