Blood flows in the dim light.
Silence enveloped the street, and even the coughing sounds were much quieter.
A pair of eyes are watching here.
Panic, fear, numbness, longing...
The body collector would not arrive until dawn the next day.
This mutilated, headless body will lie quietly outside Christo's house all night. Of course, people here can also choose to drag the body to an uninhabited place and bury it.
But the people over there will eventually track him down.
People on the entire street will be implicated, maybe someone will die mysteriously, or maybe this street will no longer have a supply of genetic drugs from now on.
"Krystal, are you scared?"
"Fear."
Crystal nodded, she was an honest little girl.
Her mentality is the same as that of most people here, nothing special.
After Lu Wen came to this world, he saw almost all one-story bungalows.
Floor height in mixed zones symbolizes the right size.
This street, including dozens of streets nearby, all shops, markets, residential areas, bars, nightclubs, etc. are all bungalows.
This area belongs to a complex commercial district more than ten miles away, where there is a two-story building.
Those who live on the second floor control the entire area.
There is money and power gathered there, as well as the force that can intimidate an area.
"It'll be okay, everyone go back and rest."
"But...distinguished guests, on the second floor..."
"I know, that's why I said it'll be okay."
Lu Wen's confident voice made the residents watching nearby feel a little more at ease.
A pure human being with generous spending and outstanding appearance. Maybe he has enough money or power to settle this matter
Many people here have lived in mixed zones their entire lives.
They have never been to the higher levels of the terraced world, not even to the area of their own race in the middle level. They live here and die here, and their life spans are generally very short.
Except for those who have participated in drug trials, most of them can only see what the high-level world looks like on some old TVs on the street.
Lu Wen, who comes from the high-level world, allows them to reluctantly feel at ease.
…
It was late at night, close to twelve o'clock in the evening.
The poor have no entertainment, so most of them go to bed early.
Except for those blue people who had been coughing and couldn't sleep, and the two people from the mechanical race, most people on this street had already fallen asleep.
Lu Wen glanced at the sleeping Christo behind him, then opened the door and came outside.
The blood in the streets has curdled.
There is a black motorcycle parked at the entrance of this street.
Modify the car that the person rides on when he comes.
Deep pure black, tough body lines, no rearview mirrors, and an aesthetic that combines muscle and violence.
The key was not removed. Presumably the modified person felt that no one would dare to touch his car, so he felt relieved.
Indeed it is.
He came here on behalf of the second floor to sell genetic drugs and collect debts from previous debtors.
Even though he was dead, no one on this street dared to touch the car.
"Buzz-"
A dull roar echoed in the night streets.
The last time Lu Wen left the ruined city with strange plants, he rode a motorcycle and jumped among the ruined buildings. It felt really good.
The wheels turned, and the car body shot out like an arrow from a string.
The lights and night reflected on the black car body, like beams of light, moving backwards rapidly.
Wanderers are rarely seen in this world, maybe because there are no androids, or maybe because this is the place where all wanderers are mixed.
A distance of more than ten miles.
The streets gradually changed from stone pavement to cement pavement.
The silence began to be tinged with noise.
The dim street lights began to brighten.
More and more colors, light and shadow emerged on both sides, and the world began to become colorful.
Not long after, Lu Wen arrived at the center of this area.
business district.
He parked his car randomly at the street corner.
Without the roar of the engine, Lu Wen's ears were instantly surrounded by all kinds of hustle and bustle.
Red light and green wine burst into my eyes.
There are bars and nightclubs on both sides of the street, and I don’t know what kind of business this so-called commercial area is.
There is a tension here of release.
The posters on the wall are filled with sounds, colors, lights and shadows.
All kinds of noisy music echoed under the night sky, and the chaotic rhythm aroused commotion in the blood, making the whole neighborhood a little confused.
Look around.
Some people got drunk and started fighting on the street over a disagreement.
A group of people around were excitedly cheering for both sides.
Laughter and curses filled my ears.
There are also women with little fabric on their bodies, smoking quietly under the dazzling neon lights, with red lips and filters, looking sexy and beautiful.
White smoke billows.
Exposure and violence.
Red lips and blood.
Various lights and shadows interweave on the street, making it dazzling.
Perfume and volatile alcohol wafted in the air, seeming to set every twisted figure on fire.
The ambiguous atmosphere is revealed by deep desire and becomes undisguised.
The bright red adds a dazzling make-up to the gray streets.
The end of the street is the heart of the area.
A two-story building surrounded by prosperity.
Lu Wen walked on the street, like a lonely ghost, plain and cold, the blood and beauty around him shuttled around him, unable to blend in.
A beautiful woman grabbed him and told him a price, but Lu Wen walked away.
There were also drunken drunkards who provoked him and were kicked several meters away by him. They fell to the ground, vomiting blood and howling miserably.
So no one looked for him anymore.
The end of the long street.
Lu Wen stood quietly for a moment. The music inside was loud, the lights outside were flashing, and his shadow was a little confused.
Push the door open and enter.
The music gets louder, ear-splitting.
Twisting limbs took over the dance floor, jumping to the dynamic rhythm.
Lu Wen pulled away the crowd who were stimulated by alcohol and music and came to a bar on the side.
He spent the whole day wandering around and gathered enough information to know that anything could be done with money in this kind of place.
This bar is very cold and empty.
It is very contradictory to the bustle on the first floor of this building.
Sitting behind the bar is a young man with tattoos all over his body. He has short hair and lip nails. The forearms of both arms have been mechanically replaced. They are gray-green and unabashedly exposed. The rotation of gears and metal parts can be clearly seen. Chu, this is showing to outsiders that he is not easy to mess with.
Lu Wen took out a wad of money.
"I want to go up to the second floor."
"not enough."
So Lu Wen took out a gold coin. It was an ordinary gold coin without numbers or patterns. It was not a golden humor commemorative coin.
The light shines on it, and the golden light is very dazzling.
The young man raised his eyes indifferently, and then looked away. Without looking at Lu Wen from beginning to end, he said flatly: "Fake."
"You don't want me to go up?"
"Pure human beings are not that great. I was the same at the beginning, so I know that there are many human poor in the high-level world. They are so poor that they need regular supplies and relief from three companies."
The young man said, finally raised his eyes and looked at Lu Wen lightly.
"Pure human beings who live a good life will not lower their status and come to the mixed area, so you actually came to the mixed area because you couldn't live in that place anymore, trying to use your relatively noble status to change your status on the second floor. Again Enjoy the noble feeling of being pure human beings.”
"One gold coin is enough for you to live in the high-rise world. There is no need to come to the mixed area, so this gold coin can only be fake."
"Although you look like you belong to a rich family, you still have blood stains on your body, which shows how embarrassed you are. You may be being hunted, and the reason for being hunted is most likely due to debt. Your purpose is not just An identity is also a refuge.”
"Believe me, even if you really go up, your hands will be broken and thrown out. Just like me, deceiving the second floor will not end well."
"So... get lost."
Some reasoning, clear and well-founded.
Perfect, zero points.
But if Lu Wen is really a pure human being in this world, maybe it will be like what he said.
Lu Wen smiled lightly and said, "Are you sure you don't want me to go up?"
"Your status is not qualified enough."
"How is it considered qualified?"
"You have no chance."
"Would there be a chance if I killed you?"
"You do not dare."
As soon as the young man finished speaking, a short knife slashed through the air.
An icy cold light flashed across the warm atmosphere on the first floor, filled with murderous intent.
The young man behind the bar had no time to react or even raise his head.
Only a "chi" sound was heard.
One arm was just gone.
His forearm was a robotic arm, so Lu Wen simply cut it off by the root.
"Snapped!"
The whole arm fell to the ground, blood flowing.
The cross section is neat.
After all, Lu Wen had a good knife in his hand.
Then came the young man's shrill howl. He had never felt such intense pain since the last time his hands were broken.
His face was twisted, a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes, and he endured the severe pain, saying "go to hell", and waved his only remaining arm to hit Lu Wen.
But Lu Wen simply took a half step back.
"Although your punch was powerful enough, it had a big flaw. It seems you didn't have any fighting training."
He was relaxed and freehand, holding the knife upwards.
The blade threw out a splash of bright blood.
The other arm of the young man behind the bar was also separated from his arm, flew into the air, and then fell heavily to the ground.
Lu Wen calmly put away the knife.
He said seriously: "Since you are a modified person, try to make the transformation as complete as possible. Two small metal arms cannot give you much improvement. I suggest you stop the bleeding immediately and attach a real metal arm after a period of recovery. "
"you… "
The young man's face was pale and his face was trembling slightly.
Maybe he lost too much blood, or maybe he was in too much pain. He hurriedly found the first aid kit under the stage and wanted to give himself an injection to relieve pain.
But with both arms gone, he couldn't even open the box.
So he could only shout.
"Are you all blind? Someone come and save me. There are people here who are destroying the place and beating me to death!"
His reaction made Lu Wengao look twice.
He was not rolling around in pain and mumbling nonsense. He was still conscious at this time.
It seems that there is also a lot of talent in the mixed zone.
(End of chapter)