The two of them came to the previous noodle shop.
Outside the noodle shop is a crowded side street, with black sewage flowing beside the road. Sometimes Lu Wen is glad that he can't smell it.
The floor of the noodle shop should have been gray concrete, but now it is black, shiny, and white paper towels stained with oil are everywhere.
many people.
When they arrived, there was only one empty table left.
The two sat across from each other and ordered two bowls of beef noodles.
"Uncle Chen, mix noodles with scallion oil and add a chicken drumstick."
The girl was carrying a black backpack and sat next to Lu Wen.
This was the second time Lu Wen heard about scallion noodles today. He glanced at the girl beside him, and the girl also glanced at him inadvertently.
"What a handsome android, sister, is this your customized boyfriend?" She asked Xia Chuluo opposite with a smile, full of youth.
Xia Chuluo lifted his forehead hair.
"No, work friend." She looked at the girl calmly, "Work in a milk tea shop?"
"Sister, you are so smart. How did you figure this out?"
"The fingers are wrinkled and peeled, and they are often exposed to moisture. There are milk tea stains on the corners of the clothes. They were spilled while working today. There are also stains on the shoes. In fact, these are not important. You smell of milk tea." Xia Chuluo said lightly.
The girl opened her mouth slightly, probably thinking about what was sitting opposite her.
She raised her elbows and asked carefully about the smell on her clothes. She frowned and muttered in a low voice: "It doesn't smell."
In fact, in this noodle shop, all kinds of flavors are mixed together.
The strongest one was a spicy smell, probably some kind of savoury, which overwhelmingly overshadowed the other flavors.
Lu Wen can't smell it.
But except for him, all the other normal people present should smell that spicy smell at this time.
"Going off work so early?"
It was actually still time for lunch, and Lu Wen and the others didn't waste much time in District 15.
Most of the time is wasted on crowded roads.
"Our boss said that there was a poor couple from the slums at the Central Hospital. He closed the hospital early and said he wanted to bring some money to check it out. The boss doesn't believe in those online fundraising platforms."
The girl works in District 15.
I commute between the two major districts every day. Fortunately, the urban area is not too big and the round trip time is within an acceptable range.
In each large region, the most populous part is actually the rural towns.
But now, more and more people are pouring into urban areas in search of a job, so many urban areas are becoming a bit crowded, and there are more and more unemployed people.
"When I have money in the future, I will take my father to leave this place and live in other cities."
"You can learn something else after get off work every day instead of doing the same job all your life."
"Uh-huh."
The two actually started chatting
Lu Wen felt a little incredible.
In this world where everyone is playing with their mobile phones with their heads down, even if they are familiar people sitting together, they are doing their own thing, and strangers have to be extremely lucky to chat together.
And with Xia Chuluo's character, being able to chat with her...
Not long after, two bowls of beef noodles arrived.
The chef's knife skills may not be very good, so the meat pieces are very thick, unlike those in other restaurants that are as thin as cicadas.
The aroma is overflowing, crystal red oil floats on the noodle soup, and green onions are garnished.
Had a simple meal.
Xia Chuluo decided to go back instead of continuing to explore.
The two said goodbye to the girl and drove back to the Thirteenth District.
"I thought you would keep checking."
"No need."
Xia Chuluo looked out the window. The afternoon wind was quite gentle.
In a place like District 16, it is indeed normal for a few people to die.
But Lu Wen felt something was wrong.
"Do you know who the murderer is?" he asked.
"It can be heard from your tone that you have determined that there is only one murderer." Xia Chuluo responded.
Lu Wen was stunned and called up the live footage he had recorded.
He really believed that there was only one killer.
Perhaps it was due to preconceptions. After seeing the pictures given by the simulation system, he kept thinking in that direction.
I watched the whole scene for more than ten minutes.
Lu Wencai discovered something unusual.
"There is a deceased person who has a large piece of bone missing from his head. If it were a heavy weapon like that, the whole head would have exploded, so... is there a sniper in the distance?"
This is an out-and-out deadly feud.
They were dealing with a small gang whose members were all gangsters who only knew how to fight landlords. They probably had no training in shooting, and there was actually a sniper in the distance.
"That's why I told you not to rely too much on machines. Accumulating experience is the most important thing."
"Um."
This time Lu Wen didn't say anything more that he was also a machine.
…
District 16, in a low bungalow.
A very simple one-bedroom and two-living room.
Most of the white wall paint turned gray-black and peeled off a lot.
Yellowed newspapers were taped to areas where the wall paint had peeled off.
Pale energy-saving lamps hang in the living room.
The kitchen is covered with white square tiles, there is no range hood, the window is open, and the gray ventilation fan is covered with oil stains.
"Gulu gulu..."
On top of the gas stove, steam is rising from the earthen pot.
Duan Tiannan opened the old light green refrigerator, took out a bottle of cold beer, walked to the living room, sat on the shabby dark red sofa, and turned on the old-fashioned big head TV.
This middle-aged man likes to watch old western movies, movies from the last century.
Look at those sandy and dusty towns in that era of riding horses and whips.
That lonely heroic feeling.
"boom!"
The sound of the door closing was not too soft.
The small bungalow seemed to tremble.
"came back?"
"Um."
The girl threw her backpack on the sofa.
She turned and walked to the kitchen and took out a bottle of milk.
"Alcohol will kill you." She said calmly to Duan Tiannan on the sofa.
"It's just beer." Duan Tiannan smiled.
The girl took the milk, walked to the living room, and sat on the other side of the sofa.
She didn't like these old westerns.
She feels that these movies have an old-fashioned feel, but middle-aged people always recommend them to her.
The two of them sat on the sofa like this, and time passed.
In the entire room, there were only the sounds of crock pots gurgling in the kitchen, a few gunshots occasionally coming from the TV, and lines unique to that era.
I don’t know how long it has been.
The protagonist on the TV said goodbye to the beauty. Under the gaze of everyone, he climbed on the black horse, with a gun on his shoulder. In the classic western music, he turned his back to everyone, left the town, and drifted away in the yellow sand. .
"I said I don't need your help today." The girl said calmly.
"No, I still helped." Duan Tiannan smiled gently.
Another Western started playing on the television.
"There's actually no need to fake the scene. Even if it's not Xia Chuluo, someone else can see it." He took a sip of beer. "You shouldn't go see her either. It's very dangerous."
"She's not as powerful as you say."
There will be a third update later, so readers, don’t wait, it’s important to sleep.
(End of chapter)