Bionic Era

Chapter 66 Acting

Lu Wen did something.

For example, put a glass on the window, pick up the small bell in the living room close to the surface, unpack a few bags of potato chips and pour them at the entrance...

Everything was done with the curtains left open.

Created an illusion - he wanted to go out alone, but because he was worried about Xia Chuluo who was sleeping in the living room, he took some simple precautions in a very short time.

When he was done, he drew the curtains.

The two went out.

Take the elevator directly to the second basement floor. The executive bureau's car was placed in the sky parking lot, so they drove the car left by Xia Chuluo's father.

"You have to understand that number zero is not so easy to deceive."

"If you can't fool him, the worst possibility is to lose this body, but what he did is almost the same as I guessed, just to scare me."

"Have you ever thought that he is also acting with you?"

"I have studied this guy recently. From its appearance decades ago to the present, I read a lot of information and found a very important problem."

"Tell me."

"This guy doesn't seem to be that kind of extremely intelligent, but he is very mysterious. No one has ever seen his real body. It took decades of precipitation to give him his current name."

Yesterday morning, Jiang Xiaonian also mocked No. 0 in various ways, saying that he had achieved nothing in decades.

Of course, there are elements of personal grievances in this.

In fact, Lu Wen has considered whether to release Jiang Xiaonian to line up with No. 0, but this idea was killed after only a few seconds. Positioning device, also can not put.

"Don't underestimate Number Zero. My dad said that underestimating this person is no different from underestimating Death."

"In your father's time, there should have been many people worthy of the title of God of Death, right?"

"You have checked a lot of information recently."

"Know yourself and know your enemy."

Lu Wen looked at the cordon not far away and the body of the monster surrounded by the cordon.

Monsters still look inexplicable.

The red blood and the blue blood flow alternately, like a flowing picture scroll on the asphalt road, and it still has a weird sense of art.

"Number Zero appears to be able to interfere with my internal systems."

"If he can't even do this, decades of time will be wasted."

At that time, in the gray fog, except for the weapon system, many other systems had lost their function, which caused Lu Wen to never find the monster wandering in the gray fog.

Instead, after Xia Chuluo put on special glasses, he squatted on a tall building in the distance and killed the monster with a single shot.

Not long after, the executive officers found the unconscious little painter through monitoring.

The young man was thrown in a corner of the garden, lying in a deep sleep among the flowers and plants, his body was fine, and he was still a little dazed after waking up.

From the looks of it, it's obvious that they don't know what's going on.

"I slept... last night in that alley. I slept... very soundly. I was here when I woke up. You...you are..."

In the alley, those sleeping bags, drawing boards, mobile phones, etc. really belong to this little painter.

When I woke up, I opened my eyes.

Finding himself being surrounded by more than a dozen people from the executive bureau, and someone holding a needle in his hand, who was about to draw his blood, the little painter stuttered again.

After layers of questioning, he finally got out.

The little painter saw Lu Wen from a distance and hurried to the two of them.

"Executive Officer Lu, sister Xia."

Um?

Lu Wen looked up at him.

What's the matter with the relationship you call it?

"Just call me Lu Wen."

"Alright Executive Officer Lu."

This inexplicably familiar conversation almost made Lu Wen give the little painter a pair of shiny silver bracelets.

"About what happened last night, do you have any impression?" Xia Chuluo asked.

"I... I was really just sleeping last night. When I woke up, I was in that flower bed over there, surrounded by a group of people." The little painter hesitated for a moment, and asked in a low voice: "Sister Xia, this time... Does he...does he have a lot of rewards?"

Lu Wen took a serious look at the little painter, and felt that this guy seemed to be led astray, and he was running non-stop on a certain road.

"Many." Xia Chuluo smiled faintly.

"Is it more than last time?"

"The one last time was just a unilateral bounty from the Thirteenth District Executive Board, but this time it is the highest bounty directly from the council, and there is also a private bounty." Xia Chu Luo paused, "Let me tell you this. , The biggest private bounty was issued 20 years ago, from a manor in a western city, and it is still valid, I won’t say the amount, you can see for yourself, Lu Wen, give him a copy of the information.”

"Um."

The amount of this reward is indeed terrifying.

Twenty years ago, Zero snatched away the manor owner's bionic servant. The manor owner angrily took down the shotgun and chased it down with more than a dozen security personnel.

The bodies of all the people were thrown back to the gate of the manor the next day.

On that day, the son of the manor owner issued the highest reward ever offered to No. 0.

When Lu Wen checked the information, he thought he had made a mistake.

Counted to zero several times.

So much so that he forgot that he was a bionic man, and he could not make mistakes in calculations.

"Take the phone, I put the document inside." Lu Wen handed him the little painter's phone, "You don't need money now, you should rent a room."

"Art comes from life." The little painter replied.

For the second time, Lu Wen resisted the urge to take the young man away.

The content of this conversation was inexplicably similar to last night.

The little painter squatted beside Lu Wen, opened the information Lu Wen gave him, and read it carefully.

Three minutes later...

"It is my responsibility to protect the world. Although I am just a street painter, the sense of justice in my heart makes me understand that everyone is responsible for getting rid of the zero number." The little painter patted his thin chest and vowed without stammering up.

Lu Wen remembered that in his previous life, a colleague suffered from severe depression.

Later, that colleague won a big prize, and his depression was cured...

"By the way, Sister Xia, Executive Officer Lu, there will be an art exhibition in District 10 in two weeks, and one of my works is among them. You must come and see it if you have the chance." The little painter took out a stack of crumpled pieces from his pocket. Tear off two tickets.

The art exhibition in District 10 in two weeks?

I remember Wu Yu mentioned it to Xia Chuluo before.

"Don't worry, we will definitely go then."

The routine of modern people.

Whether you can remember it by then is another matter.

"Your sleeping bag and drawing board are still there, go and see if there are any missing..."

Before he finished speaking, Xia Chuluo's phone vibrated.

She takes out her phone.

A familiar frown.

"Hello?"

Simple dialogue, familiar plot.

After Xia Chuluo hung up the phone, he looked at Lu Wen.