"Have you ever heard of Conan?"
"Why did you suddenly mention that old anime from the last century?"
"Everywhere Conan goes..."
"Okay, I know what you mean."
Since Xia Chuluo went to the slums, people she knew began to be killed one after another.
This time the gang boss died a decent death, obviously realizing that someone was going to take action against him.
But he didn't resist.
He was the only one who died.
The scene was not as chaotic as yesterday.
The man was sitting in front of the window. The two cups of tea brewed on the table were still warm, and one cup was for himself.
"Did he say who he was waiting for?"
"No, our boss, uncharacteristically, called each of us this morning..." There was a little man with a sad look on his face, looking at the body in the room.
The bullet flew in through the window and penetrated the man's chest.
The scarlet blood is like small red snakes, crawling along the old iron chair, across the dark red rust, and in close contact with the cold surface.
There is a red handprint on the tea cup.
After he was shot, he did not die immediately. He was very calm. He picked up the teacup with his bloody left hand and took a sip of tea.
"What did he say on the phone?" Xia Chuluo asked.
"The boss said he was sorry for not taking us out of the slum..." The little man burst into tears, "He said... He said this place would bury a person's life, live here and die here, but... but there is not only one way in life... "
Listening to the little man's description, Lu Wen felt that the boss was a sentimental person.
In this era, feelings are a rare thing.
He walked into the room.
The corpse of the gang boss was lying on the iron chair in front of the window. The sky was gloomy and there was no bright sunlight shining in, otherwise it would have been an artistic picture.
Opposite the window, far away, there is a three-story building.
A rare high-rise building in the slums.
The gray exterior walls are covered with various large-character advertisements.
The murderer should be the sniper rifle set up on the roof of that building.
Lu Wen and Xia Chuluo came to the roof of the three-story building, and the little man came with them.
"Look further away." Xia Chuluo said.
"Yeah." Lu Wen thought she had found some clue, and subconsciously looked at the house where the gang leader died.
"I'm talking about him." Xia Chuluo pointed at the little man.
“…”
The little man was stunned.
"me?"
He didn't know what Xia Chuluo wanted him to see, so he looked around blindly.
Low-rise bungalows are connected together, a place that no map wants to show more of, with mountains of garbage piled up, and endless chaos and poverty as far as the eye can see.
The further distance is obscured by gray fog.
Faintly, those high-rise buildings stand on the horizon, and the fog exaggerates their ferociousness, making people feel fearful.
"Have you lived here since you were a kid?"
"Yes, I am familiar with the area around me. Miss Xia, if you want to find someone, I can show you the way."
"After seeing the prosperity of the city, no one will want to return to this place. Have you ever walked out?"
"No... no." The little man shook his head, "That's where rich people live. I... I won't get used to it."
"What is money?"
"Money... money is..."
"Hold the gun in your hand. Most of the time, it scares people more than money."
The little guy had a gun, and in the ghetto, that was power.
After his boss died, he was free.
Xia Chuluo didn't say anything more and went downstairs with Lu Wen.
The little man sat on the edge of the third floor, looking at the brightly lit buildings in the distance, but did not leave with the two of them.
After going downstairs, Xia Chuluo led the way, and Lu Wen followed her through this maze-like place.
"I feel like you are teaching bad children." Lu Wen said.
"He is just small and malnourished when he was a child. Many children in this place are like this. As for what I said..." Xia Chuluo looked calm, "This place needs order."
If the original functional chip has the recognition function, the awakened android will remove the limbs of the companion and allow the companion's wishes to continue in another body.
Humans are similar.
Living people will take things from dead people, but the way is not so plain. In many cases, they need to fight for it.
There is no order in the ghetto, these gangs are the order.
"You want him to be the new leader?"
"That's too high a view on him. In fact, I hope he can get out of this place and see where the so-called rich people live."
I don’t know how long I walked in this winding place.
Lu Wen suddenly recognized some familiar roads.
After all, he has been here twice, and he has memories of every place he has walked.
"I thought you had breakfast two hours ago."
Lu Wen looked at the noodle shop in the distance and understood the end of the trip.
After killing the monster, Xia Chuluo sat on the street and ate a cake.
Driving all the way from the 13th arrondissement, it took more than two hours due to the morning rush hour.
"Eat and take shelter from the rain."
Xia Chuluo didn't explain, just said something lightly.
Sure enough, a girl’s appetite is always a mystery.
It was not yet dinner time, so Lu Wen looked at the time, it was ten o'clock in the morning.
"At this point, do you want breakfast or lunch?" He looked up at the sky. It was cloudy as always, but it couldn't just rain.
However, the two of them just walked into the noodle shop.
The drizzle of rain fell from the sky and hit the tarp set up outside the noodle shop.
Many people find this sound very comfortable and can easily bring back memories of a certain day in a certain year.
"You should check the weather forecast." Xia Chuluo chose a table and sat down.
"The weather forecast is always inaccurate." Lu Wen pulled out a tissue and wiped it back and forth on the greasy table several times.
There are very few people in the noodle shop.
People in the slums live a very regular life. Ten o'clock is not the time to eat, even if the food in the noodle shop is very cheap.
There were several middle-aged people sitting on a table to the left of the two people, as well as the shop owner and his son.
A stack of peanuts and a few bottles of beer were enough for these middle-aged people to chat.
Lu Wen had an impression of one of the middle-aged men and accidentally scanned him at noon yesterday.
Duan Tiannan is a homeless man.
"Uncle, have you really been to the cities in the west?"
The owner looks to be in his late forties.
But his child is only five or six years old and doesn't play much on weekdays. He likes to listen to Duan Tiannan tell stories the most.
The little boy was attentive, and his mind followed the ups and downs of the stories.
"Of course!" Duan Tiannan took a sip of beer and said with a smile, "I'm not bragging..."
Usually starting with this sentence means that you are about to start blowing.
"When I was young, I passed through all nine major cities. Many people couldn't figure out where our Mowu City was. Some people said it was in the east, and some said it was in the south. That's because they had never left Mowu City. "
Lu Wen was actually a little confused. He had been in this city for more than two weeks.
So far there hasn’t been much news from other cities.
A lot of information can only be learned from the data.
"Actually, our Mowu City is in the south, one of the two cities in the south."
(End of chapter)