Bionic Era

Lu Wen slapped the mosquito to death.

no blood.

A picture is captured by the sensor.

【Metal】

Countless tiny metal slags, with a special luster, slowly slid down his arm.

It's a bionic mosquito!

Lu Wen remained silent, closed the window, and took out the black umbrella from the drawer.

...

Li Jian's home on the 5th is in the twelfth district, and it is destined to be more than half an hour's starry night journey.

But Xia Chuluo was not in a hurry.

When the car just entered the twelfth district, she told Lu Wen to stop.

"I'm full, take two steps first to digest."

She rubbed her stomach and felt that it was not suitable to sneak in now.

In fact, she can go into No. 5 Li Jian's villa to search in a fair manner, but then she can't take Lu Wen with her, and she wants Lu Wen to learn more.

As for sneaking in... Even if she was caught, the people in the executive bureau would have nothing to do with her.

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

"I'll go down first."

Lu Wen opened the door of the driver's seat and opened the black umbrella.

The hazy rain kissed the umbrella surface and slid down the edge, forming a fine rain curtain.

Lu Wen opened the co-pilot's door.

"Your housekeeping bionics are pretty good at taking care of people." Xia Chuluo got out of the passenger seat and stood under the umbrella, only getting a few drops of rain.

"Not every housekeeping-type bionic is so smart, okay, but I have a customized model worth more than one million yuan." Lu Wen had a small sense of superiority.

It's almost seven o'clock in the evening.

The streets are still raining and the traffic is still coming and going, and it is the rush hour for getting off work.

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

The two walked along the street, stepping on the rain that wasn't too deep.

There is gentle light music playing in the small shop on the side of the road, and the colorful neon lights reflect another upside-down world on the wet road, which is a little blurry.

A few stray cats stepped on the trash cans in the alleys, jumped onto the fence on one side, and shook the rainwater off their bodies.

【Blue Bionic Creature】

【No. E31-0000689135】

【No. E31-0000689156】

【serial number……】

【Suitable for emotional companionship】

【…】

In this world, even stray cats may be bionic creatures.

Moreover, many of these bionic creatures have no signs, and ordinary people can rarely recognize them.

Next to the trash can lay a few scrapped bionics, waiting for the corresponding company to recycle them, or to be directly filled into the bionics dump.

One of the bionics was still alive, and the bracelet on his arm was shining faintly.

Lu Wen scanned the compatriot.

【Blue Housekeeping Bionic Human】

【No. E09-0003895642】

[81% damage of surface biological material]

[has reached the scrap standard]

【…】

This compatriot is really miserable.

There are injuries all over the body, and the skin of the whole body seems to have been rubbed by sandpaper, and it can only be seen that it is a human figure.

If it were an individual, he would have been completely chilled by this kind of injury.

"Do you want to go and have a look?" Seeing Lu Wen looking at the trash can, Xia Chuluo asked.

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

The two walked into the alley.

Xia Chuluo was holding an umbrella, while Lu Wen squatted down and reached out to hold the man's hand.

But did not get any data.

Brother Cockroach can transmit data by touching the skin, but Lu Wen does not 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 Brother Cockroach's military type, and Xia Chuluo occasionally suggested that he could change to a military type body.

Housekeeping-type bionics, no matter how many implants are added, are still far behind the military-use ones. Some powerful military-use ones are almost walking fortresses, and one person can form firepower suppression.

"My friend..." The android weakly opened his eyes.

"What happened, why is the injury so serious?" Lu Wen asked.

"In ancient times... when people caught prisoners of war, they would drag their hands tied behind the horses and back to the camp... My employer, he also wanted to try this feeling, so he took me to a horse farm..." He He spoke intermittently, feeling weak, and the flickering light on the bracelet became weaker and weaker.

Xia Chuluo frowned and turned to look into the distance.

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

The bracelet is a little dim.

The bionic man still had his eyes open. He calmly narrated his miserable life like a slave, and then crashed, the light in his hand completely dimmed.

The joys and sorrows in the world are not the same. Some people endure whipping for survival, while others sink into the vast sea for freedom.

"Let's go."

Lu Wen stood up and took the umbrella from Xia Chuluo's hand.

The music on the street rendered a nameless sadness.

Lovers cling to each other under umbrellas, and homeless people hide in dilapidated newsstands.

The little artist squatted on the street decadently, his pair of light blue eyes looked blankly at the street through the long blond hair, and he picked up the rain-wet paintings one by one.

"These are rubbish!"

"Is this kind of thing worthy of being called art?"

Someone trampled hard on the paintings on the street, and trampled them, together with the little artist's self-esteem, into the deep muddy water.

The little painter was silent, the cold rain hit him, he tried his best to protect the wrinkled painting in his arms.

"You also want to display this kind of thing in a gallery? What do you make those masters think? Don't dream, take this rubbish and get far away, the farther the better!"

"But... you took the money..."

The little painter finally said something, with a very low voice.

"Ridiculous, you still want to use money to tarnish art."

The man sneered twice and didn't mention money.

There were hurried footsteps in the rain.

Someone came running through the rain.

The beautiful flying kick broke through the rain and slammed heavily on the man's face.

Xia Chuluo turned around and landed gracefully.

"boom!"

The man fell heavily into the rain, startling the people watching and the little artist squatting on the ground.

Kicked unconscious.

Fortunately, Xia Chuluo was careful, otherwise this person might have died on the spot.

Lu Wen hurried 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 paste by passing vehicles later.

"Art doesn't need approval from others, just be yourself."

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

Lu Wen stepped forward to assist and searched in the storage area of ​​the original function chip.

【Van Gogh】

【Bach】

【…】

While helping the little artist tidy up the scattered paintings, he used these people as an example for the little painter.

Many great artists were not recognized during their lifetime, and people discovered his value after death. Maybe it was death that made their art sublimated, or maybe it was time that allowed those arts to settle and bloom their true brilliance in the years.

The most well-known is Van Gogh, who is also a painter.

The little painter nodded silently.

"Do you still need assistants?" He asked suddenly.