The live broadcast room is becoming more and more popular.
After picking up the bionic eyeball, Chen Qing's live broadcast room has been recommended by a secondary page.
A steady stream of gifts appears on the screen.
"According to the arrangement, at the previous point, two guys pretending to be androids should rush out with guns."
Lu Wen looked around.
Collapsed and toppled high-rise buildings blocked the surrounding areas, and many cars turned into scrap metal shells were on the streets.
He walked to a car half-buried in the sand.
There are several dents on the roof, as if they were stepped on.
"If it was stepped on before, there should be a lot of sand and dust in the sunken pit, but there is not, so... those bionic people are here!"
Lu Wen found it quite interesting.
Chen Qing and his group pretended to be attacked by androids to increase their popularity.
But if you encounter a real android organization...
"We have now arrived at the very center of the city. This used to be a large city square, but now most of it is covered by fallen buildings..."
Chen Qing introduced it while looking around.
He slowed down his speech, trying to take as long as possible.
Logically speaking, those two guys should have rushed out.
The people following behind also felt something was wrong.
The planner frowned and looked at the time. It was already timed out. He raised his head and looked around.
"Why don't we stop shooting first and say the signal is cut off?"
The makeup artist whispered to the planner on the side.
After a while, there was no response from the planner.
"Why are not you talking?"
The makeup artist turned to look at the planner, only to find that the planner's face was a little ugly and he was staring in one direction.
Follow the planning gaze and look over.
In an instant, the makeup artist's face turned pale.
"There are androids!"
He didn't care so much and shouted to remind everyone.
When Chen Qing heard this, he was happy at first.
He turned his head and was suddenly startled.
…
District 15.
Central hospital.
The onlookers have dispersed, and the people from the executive bureau have also left.
The remaining blue blood on the ground tells the story of what happened here.
Wu Yu made another contribution.
In fact, in that scene, no matter who fired the gun, it was a credit, but... maybe it was the compassion in their hearts that made some executives want to follow the normal procedures, arrest, prosecute, and hold court...
Everyone knew it was a machine, but he was so human.
The law is not made for androids. In fact, they all know that the final fate of this android can only be smashed into pieces and thrown into the landfill.
Since he killed his employer six years ago, he would first melt the chip and then smash it into pieces.
"Squeak."
Lu Wen pushed open a ward.
The child had just undergone surgery and was lying on the hospital bed, not yet awake.
My mother was standing by, looking haggard, her eyes were swollen, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes. She must have seen the news on TV.
Xia Chuluo hurried in after a while.
"where have you been?"
"I paid the surgery fee and paid part of the follow-up treatment costs."
This short sentence made Lu Wen's eyes widen.
This costs hundreds of thousands!
The family had no insurance, so the money was paid in full.
"Don't you know my parents were very rich before?" Xia Chuluo said nonchalantly.
"I..." Lu Wen took a deep breath, "I still... really don't know."
Xia Chuluo's parents died early due to a car accident.
Then the young girl hired a lawyer and got the inheritance that she was supposed to get when she was eighteen.
"Take this."
Xia Chuluo took out a small box from his pocket and handed it to the woman in front of the hospital bed.
The woman was a little confused and took the box.
Lu Wen was also thinking about what was in the box. Could it be money
Woman opens the box.
White sponge filled the entire box.
Embedded in the sponge are... four chips.
The four chips that were supposed to be melted down were the hope for the resurrection of an android!
Big tears fell from her eyes. The woman covered the box and held it in her arms. She looked at Xia Chuluo and knelt down on the spot.
Lu Wen, with quick eyes and quick hands, held him up.
"After the child recovers from his illness, he can go to the household and study. I will pay for the subsequent expenses."
Xia Chuluo was not very good at expressing emotions. His face had always been calm, and it was still the same now.
"Birth can never determine a person's future, but his road will be a little bumpier. I don't expect him to become famous. At least, he will be able to move your family out of the slums."
Moving out of the ghetto is hard.
Generally speaking, the kind of person you become depends on the environment you live in.
"Slums are just a term. Being born here does not mean you will live a life of poverty."
"Tell him not to kneel down when meeting people. Knees cannot solve problems. Never place your hope on the sympathy of others. You must learn to use your own brain and hands to solve problems."
The woman nodded silently
On the hospital bed, the child's eyelashes trembled, as if trying to open his eyes.
"Lu Wen, let's go."
"Um."
Lu Wen saw Xia Chuluo's discomfort.
She's not playing the savior or anything, and she doesn't need to be grateful.
She just wanted to save a child.
Close the door to the ward.
Walking in the building, doctors and patients come and go in a hurry.
The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant. Lu Wen couldn't smell it, but his nose could analyze it and found that this smell belonged to one of the two hundred kinds.
The two also met an acquaintance.
"Can you find inspiration in a place like this?"
Lu Wen saw the little painter who often worried about art.
It was a hallway seating area.
The little painter is sitting at the entrance of the rest area, with a drawing board in front of him and a colorful palette beside him.
There is a window at the end of the sitting area.
Next to the window is a girl in a wheelchair.
The girl looked into the distance, with pale skin and white hair, and she turned her head.
Beautiful face, pink eyes.
Sunlight shines through the windows.
She smiled like an angel falling into the world.
"Albinism?"
"Um."
The two came behind the little painter.
The picture is very simple, a sunny day and grassland, the girl is standing in the sun, and the breeze is blowing her long skirt.
There is rarely bright sunshine in this world.
Perhaps for a certain wish, the little painter came to the hospital.
Seeing the two of them, the little painter was also a little surprised. After all, this was District 15.
He smiled and greeted the two of them, looking less shy than before.
"Let's watch more."
Lu Wen thought it would be good to stay here and watch the young painter paint.
After all, Xia Chuluo's ribs were broken. Although she never said it, it must be very uncomfortable, but she just didn't want to rest.
He found a lot of posts about broken ribs on the Internet, and the people who posted them said they were very tormented.
"Um."
Xia Chuluo did not refute Lu Wen this time.
Rare, really rare.
Lu Wen asked Xia Chuluo to sit in the rest area, and he was going to buy some food outside. He didn't even have time to eat the bowl of noodles at noon.
But just as he was about to leave, Xia Chuluo's phone vibrated.
She took out her phone, looked at the phone number on it, and frowned.
"Hello… "
After more than ten seconds, the phone hung up.
Judging from Xia Chuluo's tone, it was not a good thing.
"Take a walk, someone died."
"who?"
"The one you saw today, the gang boss."
Thanks to book friend Trenten for his 1100 reward, book friend Du La La Hululu for his 1000 reward, book friend Tears Kissing Tianya for his 200 reward again, book friend Lemon_ADE for his 200 reward again, book friend Zhou Zhoushang for his reward 100 reward, the book club is the 100 reward of Niaoniaowwww, the book club is the 100 reward of Lao Wang who teleports.
Thank you all book friends for your continued support. I have nothing to repay, so... just... I will try to see if I can find time to write more tomorrow.
(End of chapter)