Wanderers take shelter from the rain in dilapidated newsstands.

The kiosk is an umbrella that cannot be opened.

The little painter sits in the street.

The paints on the side of the drawing board are mixed together, like hazy clouds.

He grabbed the glow of the sky and sprinkled a few drops of rain, so that the blank drawing board took on a poetic meaning.

"Art with a soul, priced at 80 yuan."

Paintings, either portraits or abstractions.

Placed on a street corner that no one cares about.

People hurried by.

Occasionally, someone stops, leaves a phrase "androids draw better, cheaper" and then turns away.

The little painter sat alone on the side of the street.

With pale blue eyes under wet hair, he's a half-breed.

He looked up at the sky, the huge airship turned into a giant whale in his eyes, the buildings were decaying forests, and the neon strips were colorful poisonous snakes swimming on the branches of trees.

He himself is just an ant.

There must be many giants underground, and they like to smoke, so there are those towering chimneys on the surface.

"Great art must come from a noble soul." He thought so, trying to separate his soul from his rumbling belly.

A 200,000 bounty advertisement on the street caught his attention.

The little painter frowned and began to ponder.

How will their noble soul be less embarrassed.

……

The city of Mou is a crowded city.

The three-story underground parking lot does not meet the needs of countless ordinary people.

So there was the Sky Park.

Lu Wen drove into the tall circular building, drove the elevator, and the car followed the elevator to find a parking space.

He drove the car into the parking space, and the two got out of the car and took the elevator downstairs.

"More than a million housekeeping androids, their cooking skills must be good, right?"

Xia Chuluo walked in the afterglow of dusk with his hands in his hands, his brows furrowed slightly, he didn't know what case he was thinking about, so he said something in passing.

"It's okay, so-so, barely comparable to a five-star hotel chef." Lu Wen replied very modestly.

"Well, if that's the case, the chefs in the world would have lost their jobs a long time ago."

"You have to compare me to those thousands of dollars androids produced on the assembly line."

There is a big reason why chefs are not unemployed.

The people in the restaurant were reluctant to eat food made by androids, saying that it would be better to buy a android themselves.

Each piece of food contains the chef's mind and is food with a soul, while the food made by androids is programmed and has no soul.

Xia Chuluo's home is in a neighborhood in the 13th arrondissement.

One bedroom and two living rooms, not too big, a normal family.

In her early years, both her parents died.

At the age of 6, she refused the welfare home, hired a lawyer, got the inheritance that could only be obtained at the age of 18, buried her parents, and grew up alone in this house.

Lu Wen always felt that this character template was a little familiar.

When I opened the door, I was greeted by the fluttering pale blue curtains in the living room.

White walls, simple decoration.

"It's okay, the windows are all open."

Start by making sure the environment is normal.

【Sofa】

【TV】

【Refrigerator】

【Dining Table】

【Teddy Bear】

【……】

No garbage.

Very clean.

All kinds of furniture are fully furnished.

Just watching...... Inexplicably a little empty.

"Smack!"

Lu Wen turned on the light, and the living room lit up.

Xia Chuluo was still pondering something, and walked to the sofa without saying a word.

Lu Wen walked to the kitchen, turned on the light and looked.

Spotlessly clean and all cutlery neatly arranged in glass cases.

The Gospel of OCD.

He went to the living room and pulled open the upper level of the refrigerator.

It's clean, not a trace of oil.

【Canned Instant Food・Expired】

【Milk・Expired】

【Raw eggs】

【Sliced bread・Expired】

【……】

This girl doesn't know how to live either?

It doesn't make sense, obviously the place where I live looks so clean and hygienic.

"Everything in your fridge is expired." Lu Wen reminded loudly.

"Really? No wonder I feel a little sick to my stomach today. Xia Chuluo withdrew from the state of thought and replied.

"It's been a long time since they were due."

"No wonder I felt sick to my stomach the other day."

“……”

Xia Chuluo rubbed his stomach, not knowing if he was hungry or what.

Lu Wen was helpless, the entire refrigerator preservation layer could only be used, only a few raw eggs.

He pulled open the freezer underneath the refrigerator.

【Frozen dumplings, three days before expiration】

【Rice Balls・Expired】

【Grilled sausage・Expired】

【……】

"Don't you usually eat at home?"

"Breakfast is usually coped with at home, and lunch and dinner are eaten casually outside."

Xia Chuluo leaned on the sofa, habitually crossed his legs, kept looking at his phone, his little face was full of concentration, obviously leaving the dinner to Lu Wen to solve.

Lu Wen glanced at the girl, and then returned to the empty kitchen.

Pull open a few cabinet doors, and the inside is clean enough to make rats cry.

No way.

As a walking Android machine, I still know how to purchase ingredients.

This is the city, not the suburbs where Li Meng lives, and it is very convenient to do whatever you do.

【Locating ......】

[There are three grocery supermarkets, five butcher shops, eight fruit stalls, two vegetable supermarkets within 500 meters ......]

Lu Wen bought some at random.

Within a few minutes, drones were delivered to the door.

Opening the window and removing the food, Lu Wen found a small half bottle of cooking oil, edible salt within the expiration date, and some ordinary seasonings in the corner of the kitchen.

Some seasonings are about to expire before they are even opened.

High-end ingredients often require only the simplest of cooking.

The low-end ingredients are not much more complicated.

Dinner was simple, two dishes and one soup.

While the two were eating, they discussed Li Jian's death—each Li Jian's death.

"No. 1 Li Jianjia is rich and rich, and he follows the bodyguards at any time when he goes out, but the time of the incident is at night, he is exercising in many people, and the bodyguards are waiting outside the door, and when these bodyguards react, when they broke the door, there were only a few unconscious girls, and the next day Li Jian's body was found in a cement pillar at a construction site." Xia Chuluo said.

"The murderer had a strong purpose, he only killed Li Jian and did not hurt anyone else." Lu Wen took a sip of soup.

The bionic person's sense of taste is very magical, not in the real sense of taste, but through the sensor in the mouth to obtain data such as saltiness, and then compare the massive dish data to draw a conclusion about whether it is delicious.

"No. 1 Li Jian is a former director of Landi Construction Group, who worked his way up from a small foreman step by step, but finally died in a cement pillar, a cycle of cause and effect...... Could it be that there have been enemies before? Lu Wen continued.

"The last time he personally supervised the project was ten years ago, and there is really an enemy, do you think he will wait so long?"

"Didn't even see the shadow of the murderer?"

"No, the murderer chose a route without surveillance."

Xia Chuluo shook his head.

"What about the cause of death?"

"Suffocated to death, his expression was terrified before he died, and the solidified cement recorded his expression."

"Are there any traces of dragging on the ground?"

"No, there was a rainstorm that night, and the construction site was full of sand again."

"It's raining again."

The rain in this world does not stop for a moment, and I don't know who shed tears.