The popularity of the live broadcast room is getting higher and higher.

After picking up the android's eyeball, Chen Qing's live broadcast room has already received a recommendation from a second-level page.

A steady stream of gifts emerges on the screen.

"According to the arrangement, at the point in front, the two guys pretending to be androids should rush out with guns."

Lu Wen looked around.

Collapsed and toppled high-rise buildings blocked the surroundings, and there were many cars on the streets that had been turned into scrap metal shells.

He walked over to a car half-buried in the sand.

There are several dents in the roof of the car, as if it has been stepped on.

"If it had been stepped on before, there should have been a lot of sand and dust in the sunken pit, but it wasn't, so ...... Those androids are here! ”

Lu Wen thought it was quite interesting.

Chen Qing and his entourage pretended to be attacked by androids in order to increase their popularity.

But if you encounter a real android organization......

"We're now in the very center of the city, which used to be a big city square, but now most of it is weighed down by fallen buildings all around......

Chen Qing looked around as he introduced.

He slowed down his speech, dragging his feet as long as he could.

It stands to reason that those two guys should have rushed out.

The crowd behind also felt that something was wrong.

The planner frowned and looked at the time, it was already timeout, and he looked around with his head up.

"Why don't you pause the shooting first and say the signal is off?"

The makeup artist whispered to the planner on the side.

After a few moments, there was no waiting for a response from the planners.

"Why don't you speak?"

The makeup artist turned his head to look at the planner, but found that the planner's face was a little ugly, staring in one direction.

Follow the planner's gaze.

In an instant, the makeup artist's face turned white.

"There are androids!"

He didn't care so much, and shouted to remind everyone.

When Chen Qing heard this, he was first overjoyed.

He turned his head away, startled.

……

District 15.

Central Hospital.

The crowd of onlookers has dispersed, and the Executive Directorate has gone.

The remnants of blue blood on the ground tell of what happened here.

Wu Yu made another meritorious service.

In fact, in that scene at that time, no matter who shot it, it was a credit, but ...... Perhaps it is the compassion in their hearts that makes some executive officers want to arrest, prosecute, and hold court according to the normal process......

Everyone knew it was a machine, but he was too human.

The law is not made for androids, they actually know that the final fate of this android can only be crushed and thrown into landfills.

Since he killed his employer six years ago, he would melt the chip first and then shatter it.

"Squeak."

Lu Wen pushed open a ward.

The child had just undergone surgery and was lying on the hospital bed, not waking up yet.

The mother stood by the side, looking haggard, her eyes were swollen, and there were tear stains in the corners of her eyes, thinking that she had seen the news on TV.

Xia Chuluo hurried in after a while.

"Where have you been?"

"I settled the surgery fee and paid part of the follow-up treatment costs."

A short sentence made Lu Wen's eyes widen.

That's hundreds of thousands!

The family had no insurance, so the money was given in full.

"Don't you know that my parents used to be rich?" Xia Chuluo said indifferently.

"I'm ......" Lu Wen took a deep breath, "It's still ...... I really don't know. ”

At the beginning of the summer, Luo's parents went to the car accident very early.

Then the young girl hired a lawyer and got the inheritance, which should have been eighteen years old.

"Take this."

Xia Chuluo took out a small box from his pocket and handed it to the woman in front of the hospital bed.

The woman was a little dazed and took the box.

Lu Wen was also thinking about what was in the box, could it be money?

The woman opens the box.

White sponge fills the entire box.

Embedded in the sponge...... Four chips.

The four chips that should have been melted down, that is the hope of a android's resurrection!

Big tears dripped from her eyes, the woman covered the box and held it in her arms, she looked at Xia Chuluo and knelt down on the spot.

Lu Wen's eyes were quick and he held it up.

"After the child recovers, go to the house, study, and I will pay the follow-up expenses."

Xia Chuluo doesn't express his feelings very well, and his face has always been calm, and it is the same now.

"Birth never determines a person's future, it's just that his road will be a little bumpy, and I don't expect him to be famous, at least, to be able to move out of the slums with your family."

Moving out of the slums is hard.

Generally speaking, what kind of environment you live in will be what kind of person you become.

"Slum is just a name, and being born here does not mean living a life of poverty."

"Tell him, don't kneel down when you see people, knees can't solve problems, never pin your hopes on the sympathy of others, and learn to use your own brains and hands to solve problems."

The woman nodded silently

On the hospital bed, the child's eyelashes fluttered, as if trying to open them.

"Lu Wen, let's go."

"Hmm."

Lu Wen saw Xia Chuluo's discomfort.

She's not playing a savior or anything, and she doesn't need to be grateful.

She just wanted to save a child.

Close the door to the ward.

Walking through the building, doctors and patients rub shoulders with each other.

The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant water, which Lu Wen couldn't smell, but his nose could analyze that this smell belonged to one of the more than two hundred kinds.

The two also met an acquaintance.

"It's a place like this where you can find inspiration?"

Lu Wen saw the little painter who often worried about why it was art.

It was a lounge area in a corridor.

The young painter sits at the entrance of the lounge area with a drawing board in front of him and a colorful palette on his side.

There is a window at the end of the lounge area.

Next to the window is a girl in a wheelchair.

The girl looked into the distance, pale skin, white hair, and she turned her head.

Stunning face, pink pupils.

Sunlight shines through the windows.

She smiled, like an angel who had fallen into the world.

"Albinism?"

"Hmm."

The two of them came behind the little painter.

The picture is simple, sunny day with grass, girl standing in the sun, breeze blowing her long dress.

There is very little bright sunshine in this world.

Perhaps it was for some wish that the little painter came to the hospital.

Seeing the two of them, the little painter was also a little surprised, after all, this is the fifteenth district.

He greeted the two with a smile, looking less shy than before.

"Let's see more."

Lu Wen felt that it was not bad to stay here and watch the little painter paint.

After all, Xia Chuluo's ribs were broken, although she never said it, but it must have been very uncomfortable, but she just didn't want to rest.

He found a lot of posts on the Internet about broken ribs, and the posters said it was very painful.

"Hmm."

Xia Chuluo did not refute Lu Wen this time.

It's rare, it's rare.

Lu Wen asked Xia Chuluo to sit in the rest area, and he was going to go out to buy some food, but he didn't have time to eat the bowl of noodles at noon.

But just as he was about to leave, Xia Chuluo's mobile phone vibrate.

She pulled out her phone, looked at the phone number on it, and frowned.

"Hey ......"

After more than ten seconds, the phone hung up.

Judging from Xia Chuluo's tone, it is not a good thing.

"Take a trip, someone died."

"Who?"

"The one you saw today, Gang Boss."