Lu Wen did something.
For example, put a glass on the window, hold a small bell near the ground in the living room, open a few bags of potato chips and pour them at the entrance...
Everything was done with the curtains open.
Create an illusion - he wanted to go out alone, but because he couldn't worry about Xia Chuluo sleeping in the living room, he took a very short time to do some simple protection.
When he was done, he closed the curtains.
The two went out.
They took the elevator directly to the second underground floor. The Executive Bureau's car was placed in the sky parking lot, so they drove the car left by Xia Chuluo's father.
"You have to understand that Number Zero is not that easy to deceive."
"If I can't deceive him, the worst possibility is to lose this body. But what he did is pretty much what I guessed, just to scare me."
"Have you ever thought that he is also acting with you?"
"I have recently studied this guy. From his appearance decades ago to now, I have read a lot of information and found a very important issue."
"Talk about it."
"This guy doesn't seem to be extremely smart, he's just very mysterious. No one has ever seen his true form. It took decades of accumulation to give him his current reputation."
Yesterday morning, Jiang Xiaonian also made various mockery of Zero, saying that he had achieved nothing in decades.
Of course there is an element of personal vendetta involved.
In fact, Lu Wen had considered letting Jiang Xiaonian out to face Number Zero, but the idea only lasted for a few seconds before he was killed. Jiang Xiaonian could not be let go, even if it meant embedding bombs in his neck and wearing them on his feet. The positioning device cannot be placed either.
"Don't underestimate Zero. My dad said that underestimating this person is no different from underestimating Death."
"In your father's time, there should be many people worthy of the name of Death, right?"
"You've been checking a lot of information recently."
"Know yourself and know the enemy."
Lu Wen looked at the cordon not far away and the monster's body surrounded by the cordon.
The monster still looks inexplicable.
Red blood and blue blood flow alternately, like a flowing picture on the asphalt road, and it actually has a strange sense of art.
"Zero seems to be able to interfere with my internal systems."
"If he can't even walk this far, his decades of life will be in vain."
We were in a gray fog at that time. Except for the weapon system, many other systems had lost their function. As a result, Lu Wen never found the monster wandering in the gray fog.
Instead, after Xia Chuluo put on special glasses, he squatted on a tall building in the distance and killed the monster with one shot.
Not long after, the executives found the unconscious little painter through surveillance.
The young man was thrown into a corner of the garden, lying in a deep sleep among flowers and plants. His body was fine, but he was still a little dazed when he woke up.
From the looks of it, it was obvious that he still didn't know what was going on.
"I... I slept in that alley last night. I slept... very soundly. When I woke up, I was here. You... what are you..."
The sleeping bags, drawing boards, mobile phones, etc. in the alley really belong to this little painter.
Wake up and open your eyes.
When he found himself surrounded by more than a dozen people from the executive bureau, and some people were holding needles in their hands, ready to draw his blood, the little painter stuttered again.
After many rounds of questioning, he finally got out.
The little painter saw Lu Wen from a distance and hurried towards the two of them.
"Executive Officer Lu, Sister Xia."
Um
Lu Wen raised his head and looked at him.
What's the matter with the intimacy you call this
"Just call me Lu Wen."
"Okay Executive Officer Lu."
This inexplicably familiar conversation almost made Lu Wen give the young painter a pair of shining silver bracelets.
"Do you have any impressions about what happened last night?" Xia Chuluo asked.
"I... I was really just sleeping last night. When I woke up, I was in the flower bed over there, surrounded by a group of people." The little painter hesitated for a moment and asked in a low voice: "Sister Xia, this time... he... Does he have a big reward?"
Lu Wen looked at the little painter carefully and felt that he seemed to be led astray and kept running on a certain road.
"More." Xia Chuluo smiled lightly.
"Is it more than last time?"
"The last one was just a unilateral bounty from the Thirteenth District Executive Bureau, but this time it's the highest bounty directly from the parliament, and there are also private bounties." Xia Chuluo paused, "Let me tell you this , the largest private reward was issued twenty years ago, from a manor in a western city, and is still valid. I won’t say the amount, you can see for yourself, Lu Wen, give him a piece of information.”
"Um."
The amount of this reward is truly terrifying.
Twenty years ago, Zero snatched away the manor owner's android servant. The manor owner angrily took off his shotgun and led more than a dozen security personnel to pursue him personally.
The next day everyone's corpses were thrown back to the gate of the manor.
It was that day that the son of the manor owner issued the highest reward for Zero in history.
When Lu Wen was checking the information, he thought he had made a mistake.
I counted zero several times.
So much so that he forgot that he was an android and could not make mistakes in calculations.
"Take the mobile phone, I put that information inside." Lu Wen handed the little painter's mobile phone to him, "You are not short of money now, so you should rent a house."
"Art comes from life." the young painter replied.
Lu Wen resisted the urge to take the young man away for the second time.
The content of this conversation was inexplicably similar to last night.
The young painter squatted next to Lu Wen, opened the information Lu Wen gave him, and read it carefully.
Three minutes later…
"It is my responsibility to protect the world. Although I am just a street painter, the sense of justice in my heart makes me understand that everyone is responsible for getting rid of No. 0." The young painter patted his thin chest and vowed without stammering. .
Lu Wen remembered that in his previous life, he had a colleague who suffered from severe depression.
Later, that colleague won a big prize and his depression was cured...
"By the way, Sister Xia, Executive Officer Lu, there will be an art exhibition in the 10th District in two weeks. One of my works will be included in it. You must come and see it if you have the chance." The young painter took out a wrinkled wad from his pocket. of tickets, tear off two.
The art exhibition in District 10 in two weeks
I remember Wu Yu mentioned it to Xia Chuluo before.
"Don't worry, we will definitely go when the time comes."
Modern routines.
Whether you can remember it by then is another matter.
"You still have your sleeping bag and drawing board. Go and see if there are any missing..."
Before he finished speaking, Xia Chuluo's phone vibrated.
She took out her phone.
A familiar frown.
"Hello?"
Simple dialogue, familiar plot.
After Xia Chuluo hung up the phone, he looked at Lu Wen.
Lu Wen understood.
"Got it, go to the ghetto."
Thanks to book friend shingkit for the 1000 reward, good night to all book friends.
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