Bionic Era

Chapter 40: Notes on Rainy Nights

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Lu Wen swatted the mosquito to death.

No blood.

The sensor captured a picture.

[Metal]

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

This is a bionic mosquito!

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

No. 5 Li Jian's home is in District 12, so it is destined to be a half-hour journey under the stars and night.

But Xia Chuluo was not in a hurry.

As soon as the car entered the twelfth district, she asked Lu Wen to stop.

"When you're full, let's take a few steps to digest."

She touched her belly and felt that it was not the right time to sneak into action.

In fact, she could have entered Li Jian's villa on No. 5 and searched it openly, but that would not have allowed Lu Wen to be taken with her. She also wanted Lu Wen to see more.

As for infiltrating... Even if she was caught, the people from the Enforcement Bureau couldn't do anything to her.

At most, she could be asked to take Lu Wen back and give her a few words of verbal criticism.

"I'll go down first."

Lu Wen opened the driver's door 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 passenger door.

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

"Not every housekeeping-type android is so smart, okay? I'm a customized model costing more than one million yuan." Lu Wen felt a little superior.

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

It's raining but the streets are still full of traffic, it's rush hour after get off work.

In three or four hours, the city will be empty again.

The two walked along the street, stepping through the rain that was not too deep.

The small shops on the roadside played soft music, and the colorful neon lights reflected another upside-down world on the wet road, which was a little blurry.

A few stray cats stepped on the trash cans in the alleys by the roadside, jumped onto the wall on one side, and shook off the rainwater on 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, there are several scrapped androids lying there, waiting for the corresponding company to recycle them, or to be filled directly into the android dump.

There was an android who was still alive, and the bracelet on his arm was shining faintly.

Lu Wen scanned this compatriot.

[Blue housekeeping android]

[No. E09-0003895642]

[81% of the surface biological material is damaged]

[Has reached the scrap standard]

[…]

This compatriot is really miserable.

There were injuries all over his body, and the skin all over his body seemed to have been rubbed with sandpaper, and he could only barely make out the shape of a human.

If it were a human being, he would have been completely cold after suffering such an injury.

"Do you want to take a look?" Seeing Lu Wenzai looking at the trash can, Xia Chuluo asked.

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

The two walked towards the alley.

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

But no data was obtained.

Cockroach Brother 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 fingers into external interfaces.

That kind of contact transmission may be unique to Brother Cockroach's military type. Xia Chuluo occasionally suggested that he change to a military type body.

No matter how many implant programs are added to the housekeeping type of bionic man, there is still a gap between it and the military type. Some powerful military types are almost like walking turrets, and one person can form fire suppression.

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

"What happened? Why was the damage so severe?" Lu Wen asked.

"In ancient times... when people captured prisoners of war, they would drag their hands behind the horse and drag them back to the camp... My employer also wanted to try this feeling, so he took me to a horse farm..." He continued intermittently. , feebly, the light flashing on the bracelet is getting 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 really hope I can go and take a look..."

The bracelet becomes a little dim.

The android's eyes were still open. He calmly described his miserable slave-like life, and then died, and the light in his hand completely dimmed.

The joys and sorrows in the world are not the same. Some people endure beatings in order to survive, 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 exaggerates the nameless sadness.

Lovers rely on each other under umbrellas, and wanderers hide in dilapidated newsstands.

The young painter squatted dejectedly on the street, his light blue eyes looking blankly at the street through his long blond hair. He picked up the paintings on the ground that were wet by the rain one by one.

"This is garbage!"

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

Someone trampled the paintings on the street hard, stepping them into the deep mud along with the little painter's self-esteem.

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

"You want to show this kind of thing in a gallery? What do you want those masters to think? Stop dreaming and get away with this garbage. The further away the better!"

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

The little painter finally said something, his voice was very low.

"It's ridiculous that you still want to use money to taint art."

The man sneered twice and said nothing about money.

There was the sound of rushing footsteps in the rain.

Someone came running through the rain.

A beautiful flying kick broke through the rain curtain and hit the man's face hard.

Xia Chuluo turned around and landed gracefully.

"boom!"

The man fell heavily into the rain, shocking the onlookers and the little painter squatting on the ground.

Kick him unconscious.

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

Lu Wen quickly stepped forward and handed the umbrella to Xia Chuluo.

Then drag the unconscious guy to the side of the road to prevent him from being crushed to pieces by passing vehicles.

“Art doesn’t need approval from others, just be yourself.”

Xia Chuluo was calm and calm.

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

[van gogh]

[bach]

[…]

While helping the young painter clean up the scattered paintings, he gave these people examples to the young painter.

Many great artists were not recognized during their lifetimes, and people only discovered their value after their death. Perhaps death allowed their art to be sublimated, or perhaps it was time that allowed those arts to settle and blossom into their true brilliance over the years.

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

The little painter nodded silently.

"Do you still need an assistant?" he asked suddenly.

(End of chapter)