Lu Wen once again felt the world's deep malice towards androids.
"I heard that Executive Officer Xia has always disliked the involvement of androids in handling cases. In fact, I am the same, but sometimes you need some machines to explore the way." Wu Yu sighed, looking helpless.
Lu Wenxun thought, it has only been two weeks since this guy joined the Executive Board.
Why do you hear so much about Xia Chuluo
"Are you done?" Xia Chuluo glanced at Wu Yu lightly.
"Executive Officer Xia, there will be a large-scale art exhibition in District 10 in two weeks. I heard that Executive Officer Xia has a strong ability to appreciate art and can tell the authenticity at a glance. I just happened to..."
"Lu Wen, hurry up."
"clear."
The two of them walked past Wu Yu, one behind the other.
Xia Chuluo's salty words floated in the wind.
"I thought that one and a half weeks for you to become a full-time employee was slow enough. I didn't expect that you would only become a full-time employee in two weeks. You can't even compare to a bionic man. How could you have the nerve to say so?"
What followed was the sound of a car engine roaring.
When Xia Chuluo's language became sharp, few people could bear it.
Wu Yu stood on the steps at the gate, his smile a little stiff.
Inside the car.
Xia Chuluo habitually wanted to lift his legs and put them on the center console, but frowned and finally just opened the window to let in the air.
"What does it feel like to have a broken rib?"
It’s more than an hour’s journey to District 16.
In order not to appear so boring, Lu Wen thought he should find a topic to pass the time.
"You can find this topic..."
Xia Chuluo was speechless and lifted his forehead hair.
There are many high-rise buildings in this city, and countless huge projections occupy the gaps between the buildings.
Boring advertisements and news scrolled under the sky, including reports about today's monster.
"A monster appeared again in District 13 today..."
"The mayor proposed to elect an android councilor for Mo'u City. This proposal was opposed by most of the existing council members of Mo'u City..."
"The number of suicides this month was 26,312, a decrease compared with the same period last year... "
"Writer Ying Long released the eighth book of "The Lost City", and major bookstores were full..."
“…”
Slum is a very broad term.
When this word is mentioned, the scenes that come to everyone's mind are different, but they are also the same.
People sleep in low, densely packed houses and walk on dark, narrow roads with black sewage flowing on both sides.
This is the epitome of urban backwardness and also the epitome of urban progress.
"They built walls with rusty iron plates and used old plastic sheets to cover the gray sky, and this is how a home came to be."
Xia Chuluo walked on the bumpy road with his hands behind his back.
Trash is everywhere.
Lu Wen saw many eyes.
Numbness, sluggishness.
The owner of these eyes sits under a low house, leaning against a cold iron plate.
Thin ropes stretched horizontally and vertically on both sides of the street.
This is a slum.
There are no millionaires here.
At least, there is no apparent millionaire.
"Are you familiar with this place?"
"I've been here a few times."
Xia Chuluo was familiar with the road without any hesitation.
Lu Wen followed closely beside her.
Countless garbage piled up into mountains.
Seen from a high altitude, the entire slum looks more like a huge garbage dump.
The children kicked the empty plastic bottles and played in the street, pushing each other with their dirty little hands, and staring at the bottle picked up from the garbage with their clear eyes.
"When these childhood sweethearts grew up, most of the boys became gangsters and thieves. Their academic qualifications were not enough to support them in becoming highly intelligent criminals. Most of the girls... went to the red light district on the other side."
Xia Chuluo said as he walked.
The houses here are of all kinds, with some people living in tattered shipping containers and others lying in wide cement pipes.
After walking in the filth and chaos for more than ten minutes, Lu Wen felt like he was almost lost.
The map in my mind doesn't record this place in detail.
The slums one after another have turned into small black dots on the map. The other small black dots can be enlarged, but the slums here are just small black dots.
Finally, the two came to a slum that looked a little cleaner.
Low bungalows are neatly lined up on both sides of the road, and the smoke and fire atmosphere is even heavier.
Xia Chuluo came to a bungalow and knocked on the door.
"Dong dong dong..."
Even standing outside the door, Lu Wen could hear the music coming from inside, which was very rhythmic.
After a while, the door opened.
The loud music was deafening.
The person who opened the door was a bald, strong man with a serious and fierce expression, and a small black submachine gun hung around his neck.
"Miss Xia!"
The strong man instantly put away his fierce expression.
The sincere smile on his face didn't match his figure at all.
"Come in and sit down, Miss Xia, you haven't been here for a long time! This little brother comes in too."
Lu Wenxun thought, this place is winding and winding, like a maze, and normal people would be stunned when they enter.
A place where you don't want to come back once.
The strong man did not ask Lu Wen's identity, respectfully welcomed the two in, and then closed the door.
"Don't be nervous, I'm just here to see someone."
Xia Chuluo raised his voice slightly.
The music is really too loud.
This room was transformed into a cheap karaoke hall, with colorful spherical lights spinning around, and a girl dancing on the stage.
"Boss, it's Miss Xia!"
The strong man's voice is much more powerful.
In an instant, more than ten pairs of eyes looked over.
These people leaned in various corners of the room, forming small groups. Guns, cash and playing cards were placed on the table.
The life of a gang is so unpretentious and boring.
The music stopped.
The leader of this gang is a middle-aged man with a mustache, who has not escaped the middle-aged stoutness and Mediterranean.
He received the two warmly.
"At that time, I obviously only killed one person, but those guys insisted on three sentences! Fortunately, Miss Xia was thoughtful and found other murderers, and only sentenced me to fifteen years. Otherwise, I would have no hope of coming out in this life. "
"If you say you'll only kill one, then it's just one. When you come out to hang out, you have to be trustworthy!"
After some conversation, Lu Wen realized why the gang boss respected Xia Chuluo so much.
Is this... a life-saving grace
Fifteen years, such a long time, I can still remember this kindness.
wrong! How old was Xia Chuluo fifteen years ago
Are you running away...
"I'm looking for a person. The regional surveillance shows that he often comes in and out of this slum, but the surveillance in District 16 is broken."
While Xia Chuluo spoke, Lu Wen turned on the projection.
The picture is very clear.
It's a man wearing a hat.
The surveillance in District 13 was relatively intensive, so both the front and back were photographed, but Lu Wen could not identify this person's information.
So the two speculated that this might be a gangster who grew up in a slum.
There are many such people in the slums, and they have not been registered in the system.
"This man... he is not human."
(End of chapter)