Wanderers take shelter from the rain in dilapidated newsstands.
A newsstand is an umbrella that cannot be opened.
The little painter is sitting on the street.
The paint on the side of the drawing board is mixed together, like hazy clouds.
He caught the rays of light on the horizon and sprinkled a few drops of rainwater, so the blank canvas became poetic.
"Art with soul, priced at 80 yuan."
A painting, either portrait or abstract.
Placed on a street corner where no one cares.
People hurried past.
Occasionally, someone stopped and left with the words "Bionic humans are better and cheaper to draw" and then turned around and left.
The little painter sat alone on the street.
Under the wet hair are light blue eyes. He is a mixed race.
He looked up at the sky. In his eyes, the huge airship turned into a cruising whale, the rows of buildings turned into a decaying forest, and the neon strips turned into colorful poisonous snakes swimming on the branches of the trees.
He himself is just an ant.
There must be many giants underground. They like to smoke, so there are those tall chimneys on the surface.
"Great art must come from a noble soul." He thought, trying to separate his soul from his growling stomach.
An advertisement offering a reward of 200,000 yuan on the street attracted his attention.
The little painter frowned and began to think deeply.
How to make your noble soul less embarrassed.
…
Mowu is a crowded city.
A three-story underground parking lot cannot meet the needs of countless ordinary people.
Hence the sky parking lot.
Lu Wen drove into the tall circular building and got on the elevator. The car rose up as the elevator found a parking space.
He drove the car into the parking space, the two of them got out of the car and took the elevator downstairs.
"There are more than one million domestic androids, so they must be good at cooking, right?"
Xia Chuluo walked in the afterglow of dusk with his hands behind his hands, his brows slightly wrinkled, he didn't know what case he was thinking about, and he said something casually.
"It's okay, just so-so, barely comparable to a five-star hotel chef." Lu Wen replied humbly.
"Bullshit, if that were the case, all the chefs in the world would have lost their jobs long ago."
"You have to compare me with those androids that cost thousands of dollars and are produced on the assembly line."
There is actually a big reason why chefs are not unemployed.
People in the restaurant were unwilling to eat food made by androids, saying that it would be better to buy an android back home.
Every piece of food contains the chef's intention and is food with a soul. However, the food made by bionic people is programmed and has no soul.
Xia Chuluo's home is in a community in the 13th District.
One bedroom and two living rooms, not too big for a normal family.
In her early years, both her parents died.
When she was 6 years old, she rejected the orphanage, hired a lawyer, and got the inheritance that she could only get when she was 18. After burying her parents, she grew up alone in this house.
Lu Wen always felt that this character template was a bit familiar.
Opening the door, you will see the light blue curtains fluttering in the living room.
White walls and simple decoration.
"Fortunately, the windows are open."
First make sure the environment is normal.
[sofa]
[television]
[refrigerator]
[dining table]
[Teddy bear]
[…]
No trash.
Very clean.
All kinds of furniture are available.
Just looking at it... it felt a little empty for some reason.
"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.
Lu Wen walked to the kitchen, turned on the light and took a look.
Spotlessly clean, all cutlery neatly arranged in glass cabinets.
Good news for obsessive-compulsive disorder.
He came to the living room and opened the upper shelf of the refrigerator.
It's clean, not a trace of oil.
[Instant canned food·Expired]
[Milk·Expired]
[Raw eggs]
[Sliced bread·Expired]
[…]
Is this girl not very good at living
It doesn't make sense, the place where I live looks so clean and hygienic.
"Everything in your refrigerator has expired." Lu Wen reminded.
"Really? No wonder I feel a little upset in my stomach today." Xia Chuluo exited from his thinking state and replied.
"It's all long past its expiry date."
"No wonder I felt sick to my stomach a few days ago."
“…”
Xia Chuluo rubbed his stomach, not knowing whether he was hungry or something.
Lu Wen was helpless. The entire fresh-keeping layer of the refrigerator could only be used with a few raw eggs.
He pulled back the freezer layer under the refrigerator.
[Quick frozen dumplings·Three days left until expiration date]
[Tangyuan·Expired]
[Grilled sausage·Expired]
[…]
"Don't you usually eat at home?"
"I usually take care of breakfast at home, and eat lunch and dinner outside."
Xia Chuluo leaned on the sofa, crossing his legs as usual, and kept looking at his phone. His face was full of concentration, and he obviously left the dinner to Lu Wen.
Lu Wen glanced at the girl and then returned to the empty kitchen.
Opening a few cabinet doors, the inside is so clean that it would make a mouse cry.
no way.
As a walking Android, I still know how to purchase ingredients.
This is an urban area, not the suburbs where Li Meng lives. No matter what he does, it is very convenient.
[Positioning...]
[There are three grocery supermarkets, five butcher shops, eight fruit stalls, and two vegetable supermarkets within 500 meters nearby... ]
Lu Wen randomly selected some.
Within a few minutes, drones were delivering goods to your doorstep.
Lu Wen opened the window, took down the food, and found a small half bottle of cooking oil, edible salt within the shelf life, and some ordinary seasonings in the corner of the kitchen.
Some of the seasonings haven't even been opened and are about to expire.
High-end ingredients often require only the simplest cooking.
Low-end ingredients are not much more 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 Jianyan No. 1 is from a wealthy family and always follows bodyguards when he goes out. But the incident occurred at night when he was exercising with many people. The bodyguards were waiting outside the door. When the bodyguards reacted and broke open the door, only a few of them were there. A unconscious girl, Li Jian's body was found in a cement pillar at a construction site the next day," Xia Chuluo said.
"The murderer had a very strong purpose. He only killed Li Jian and did not hurt anyone else." Lu Wen took a sip of soup.
The sense of taste of bionic people is very magical. It is not a true sense of taste. Instead, it uses sensors in the mouth to obtain data such as saltiness and taste, and then compares it with massive data on dishes to draw conclusions about whether they are delicious.
"No. 1 Li Jian is the former director of Landi Construction Group. He worked his way up from a small foreman, but finally died in a cement pillar. The cycle of cause and effect... Could he have had enemies before?" Lu Wen continued.
"The last time he personally supervised a project was ten years ago. If he really has an enemy, do you think he would wait so long?"
"Didn't you even see the shadow of the murderer?"
"No, the murderer chose a route without surveillance."
Xia Chuluo shook his head.
"What's the cause of death?"
"He died of suffocation. His expression was horrified before he died. His expression was recorded on the solidified cement."
"Are there any drag marks on the ground?"
"No, there was a heavy rain that night, and the construction site was full of sand."
"It's raining again."
The rain in this world never stops, and I don’t know who is shedding tears.
(End of chapter)