"Have you heard of Conan?"

"Why all of a sudden mention of that old anime from the last century?"

"Conan Goes Everywhere ......"

"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, and he was clearly aware that someone was going to attack him.

But he didn't resist.

He was the only one who died.

The scene is not as chaotic as yesterday.

The man sat at the window, and the two cups of tea on the table were still warm, one for himself.

"Did he say who he was waiting for?"

"No, our boss, he called each of us this morning, uncharacteristically......" A small man looked sad, looking at the corpse in the room.

Bullets flew in through the window and through the man's chest.

The scarlet blood was like a small red snake, crawling along the old iron chair, crawling through the dark red rust, and in close contact with the cold surface.

There is a red handprint on the teacup.

After he was shot, he did not die immediately, he was calm, picked up the teacup with his blood-stained left hand, and took a sip of tea.

"What did he call and say?" Xia Chuluo asked.

"The boss said, sorry for not taking us out of the slums...... "The little man couldn't cry," he said...... He said that this place would bury people's lives, born here, died here, but ...... But there's not just one way to live......"

Lu Wen listened to the description of the little man and felt that this boss was a person with feelings.

In this era, feelings are a very 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 should be a rather artistic picture.

Opposite the window, a little farther away, there is a small three-story building.

A rare high-rise in the slums.

The gray façade is plastered with all kinds of large-print advertisements.

The killer must have been the sniper rifle set up on the roof of that building.

Lu Wen and Xia Chuluo came to the top of the three-story building, and the little man came with them.

"Look into the distance." Xia Chuluo said.

"Hmm." Lu Wen thought she had found some clues, and subconsciously looked at the house where the gang boss died.

"I said him." Xia Chuluo pointed to 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 bungalows are lined up one after another, and this map doesn't want to show more places, mountains of garbage, endless chaos and poverty as far as the eye can see.

Farther away it was obscured by gray fog.

Faintly, those high-rise buildings stand on the horizon, and the mist renders them hideous, making people feel intimidated.

"Grew up here?"

"Yes, I'm familiar with my neighborhood, Miss Xia, if you want to find someone, I can show you the way."

"You've seen the bustle of the city, no one will want to go back to this place, have you ever gone out?"

"I didn't ...... No. The little man shook his head, "That's where the rich live, I'...... I won't get used to it. ”

"What is money?"

"Money...... Money is ......"

"Hold on to the gun in your hand, most of the time, it's more intimidating than money."

The little man has a gun, in the ghetto, that's power.

After the death of his boss, 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 buildings in the distance with the lights, and did not leave with the two of them.

After going downstairs, Xia Chuluo led the way, and Lu Wen followed her through this labyrinthine place.

"I feel like you're teaching bad kids." Lu Wen said.

"He's just small, he was malnourished when he was a child, and many children in this place are like this, as for what I said......" Xia Chuluo's face was calm, "This place needs order." ”

If the original functional chip has a recognition function, the awakened android will remove the companion's limb and allow the companion's will to continue on the other body.

Humans have similarities.

The living will take away the things of the dead, but in a way that is not so prosaic, and many times, it needs to be fought for.

There is no order in the slums, these gangs are order.

"You want him to be the new leader?"

"That's too high a view of him, in fact, I would prefer that he can get out of this place and see the place where the so-called rich people live."

I don't know how long I've been walking around this twist and turn.

Lu Wen suddenly recognized some familiar roads.

After all, he has been here twice, and he has memories of everything he has walked through.

"I remember you just had breakfast two hours ago."

Lu Wen looked at the noodle restaurant in the distance and understood the end of the trip.

After killing the monster, Xia Chuluo sat on the side of the street and nibbled on a cake.

Driving all the way from the 13th arrondissement, it took more than two hours to meet the morning rush hour.

"Eat, and shelter from the rain by the way."

Xia Chuluo didn't explain, just said lightly.

Sure enough, the amount of food a girl eats will always be a mystery.

It's not yet dinner, Lu Wen looked at the time, ten o'clock in the morning.

"At this point, do you want to have breakfast or lunch?" He looked up at the sky, it was cloudy as always, but it was impossible to say that it would rain when it rained.

However, the two had just walked into the noodle shop.

Trickling rainwater fell from the sky and hit the tarpaulin erected outside the noodle shop.

Many people find the sound to sound comfortable and easily evoke memories of a certain year and day.

"You should look at 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 desktop several times.

There are very few people in the noodle restaurant.

People in the slums live a very regular life, and ten o'clock is not the time to eat, even if the noodle restaurant is cheap.

On a table to the left of the two sat several middle-aged people, as well as the shopkeeper father and son.

A stack of peanuts and a few bottles of beer are enough for these middle-aged people to talk.

Lu Wen had an impression of one of the middle-aged people, and he had unintentionally scanned it at noon yesterday.

Duan Tiannan, an unemployed vagrant.

"Uncle, have you really been to the city to the west?"

The shopkeeper looks almost forty people.

But his child is only five or six years old, and he doesn't play much on weekdays, and he likes to listen to Duan Tiannan's 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: "It's not me who blows ......."

It generally begins with this sentence, that is, it is about to start blowing.

"When I was young, I traveled through the nine major cities, and many people didn't know where our Mowu City was, some people said it was in the east, and some people said it was in the south, and that was because they had never left Mowu City."

Lu Wen was actually a little confused, and he had been in the 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 city of Mowu is in the south, and it is one of the two cities in the south."