Blood flowed in the dim light.

Silence hung over the street, and even the coughing was much quieter.

Pairs of eyes are fixed on this place.

Frightened, afraid, numb, longing......

The corpse collectors did not come until dawn the next day.

The mutilated headless corpse would lie in silence outside Christopher's house for the night, although people here could choose to drag the body to a no-man's land and bury it.

But the people over there will still track it down eventually.

The whole street will be implicated, maybe someone will die mysteriously, or maybe the street will never have a supply of genetic medicine again.

"Christopher, are you scared?"

"I'm afraid."

Christopher nodded, an honest little girl.

Her mindset is the same as most of the people here, nothing special.

After Lu Wen came to this world, almost all he saw were one-story bungalows.

The floor height symbolizes the size of the right in the mixed area.

This street, including dozens of streets in the vicinity, all the shops, bazaars, residential areas, bars, nightclubs, etc., are bungalows.

The area is part of a complex business district more than ten miles away, where there is a two-story building.

People living on the second floor control the entire area.

There's money and power, and there's force to deter a region.

"It's going to be fine, let's all go back and rest."

"But...... Distinguished guests, 2nd floor ......"

"I know, that's why I said it would be fine."

Lu Wen's confident voice made the onlookers in the vicinity a little more relieved.

A pure human being, with a generous hand and outstanding appearance, may have enough money or power to settle this matter?

Many people here have lived in mixed areas all their lives.

They have never been to the higher levels of the terraced world, not even the middle level of their own race, they are born and die here, and their lifespans are generally very short.

Except for those who have participated in drug trials, most of the others can only see the high-level world on some old TV on the street.

Lu Wen from the high-level world allowed them to barely feel at ease.

……

Late at night, close to twelve o'clock in the evening.

The poor have no entertainment, so most of them go to bed early.

Except for the blue people who couldn't sleep with a constant cough, and the two cyborgs, most of the people on this street had fallen asleep.

Lu Wen glanced at Christopher who was sleeping behind him, then pushed open the door and came outside.

The blood on the streets has clotted.

At the entrance to this street is a black motorcycle.

Modify the bike that people ride when they come.

Deep pure black, tough body lines, no mirrors, there is an aesthetic of muscle and violence.

The key was not removed, and presumably the transformer felt that no one dared to touch his car, so he was relieved.

And so it is.

He came here on behalf of the second floor to sell genetic drugs and collect the debts of the previous few times.

Even though he was dead, no one on the street dared to touch the car.

"Hum—"

A dull roar resounded in the streets at night.

The last time Lu Wen left the ruined city with strange plants, he had ridden a motorcycle and jumped between the ruined buildings, and that feeling was really good.

The wheels turned, and the body seemed to burst out like an arrow from a string.

The lights and night reflected on the black body, like a beam of light, rapidly reversing.

Wanderers are rarely seen in this world, either because there are no androids, or because this is a mix of all wanderers.

The distance of more than ten miles.

The streets gradually changed from stone pavements to concrete pavement.

Silence begins to taze into the hustle and bustle.

The dim street lights began to brighten.

More and more colors and light and shadows appear on both sides, and the world begins to become colorful.

It didn't take long for Lu Wen to come to the center of this area.

Downtown.

He parked his car at random at the corner of the street.

Without the roar of the engine, Lu Wen's ears were instantly surrounded by all kinds of hustle and bustle.

Red light and green wine break into the eyes.

The streets are lined with bars and nightclubs, and I don't know what kind of business this so-called commercial area is.

It's full of unleashed tension,

The posters on the walls are full of sounds, colors, lights and shadows.

Loud music echoed under the night sky, and the chaotic rhythm stirred up a commotion in the blood, leaving the entire neighborhood a little confused.

Look around.

There was a drunk Ning tincture drunk, and without saying a word, he started a brawl on the street.

A group of people around were excitedly cheering on both sides.

Laughter and scolding filled my ears.

There are also women with no fabric on their bodies, leaning against the dazzling neon and smoking quietly, with fiery red lips printed with filters, sexy and beautiful.

White smoke fills the air.

Exposure and violence.

Red lips and blood.

All kinds of light and shadow are intertwined in the street, dazzling.

Perfume and volatile alcohol wafted through the air, as if to make every twisted figure burn.

The ambiguous aura is unveiled by deep desire and becomes undisguised.

Bright red paints a dazzling heavy makeup on the gray streets.

At the end of the street is the heart of the area.

A two-story building surrounded by bustling.

Lu Wen walked on the street, like a lonely ghost, plain and cold, and the blood and glamour around him shuttled by his side, unable to blend in.

A beautiful woman grabbed him and said a price, but Lu Wen shook his hand away.

There were also drunken drunkards who provoked him, and he kicked him several meters away, fell to the ground, spat blood, and howled miserably.

So no one looked for him again.

At the end of the long street.

Lu Wen stood quietly for a moment, the music inside was noisy, the lights outside were flickering, and his shadow was a little chaotic.

Push the door in.

The music grew louder and pierced the eardrums.

Writhing limbs dominate the dance floor, jumping to the rhythm of the movement.

Lu Wenpao pulled away from the crowd stimulated by alcohol and music, and came to a bar on the side.

He had been out and about all day during the day, gathering enough information to know that such a place could do anything with money.

This bar is cold and not very crowded.

It is very contradictory to the liveliness of the first floor of this building.

Behind the bar sat a tattooed young man, with short hair, lip nails, and the forearms of both arms had been replaced by machinery, gray-green, undisguised and exposed, and the rotation of gears and metal parts could be seen clearly, which was to show outsiders that he was not to be messed with.

Lu Wen auctioned a stack of money.

"I'm going up the second floor."

"Not enough."

So Lu Wen took out a gold coin, ordinary, without a number and pattern, not a commemorative coin of golden humor.

The light hit it, and the golden light was very dazzling.

The young man raised his eyes indifferently, then looked away again, and did not look at Lu Wen from beginning to end, he said flatly: "Fake." ”

"You don't want me to go up?"

"There is nothing remarkable about pure human beings, and I was too, so I know that there are also many human poor people in the upper world, so poor that they have to be regularly supplied and relieved by three companies."

As the young man spoke, he finally raised his eyes and glanced at Lu Wen lightly.

"Pure humans with a good life will not surrender their identity to the mixed area, so you actually can't live in that place anymore, so you come to the mixed area, trying to use your noble identity to change your status on the second floor, and enjoy the noble feeling of pure human beings again."

"One gold coin is enough for you to live in the high-level world, there is no need to come to the mixed zone, so this gold coin can only be fake."

"Although you look like a rich kid, you still have blood stains on your body, which shows that you are embarrassed, you may be being hunted, and the reason for being hunted and killed is most likely debt, and your purpose is not only an identity, but also shelter."

"Believe me, even if you do go up, you will be thrown out with broken hands, just like I did at the beginning, deceiving the second floor will not end well."

"So...... . ”

A bit of reasoning, well-organized, reasonable.

Perfect, zero points.

But if Lu Wen is really a pure human in this world, maybe it will indeed be like what he said.

Lu Wen smiled lightly: "Are you sure you won't let me go up?" ”

"You're not qualified enough."

"How's that good?"

"You don't stand a chance."

"Will there be a chance if I kill you?"

"You don't dare."

As soon as the young man finished speaking, a short knife slashed through the air.

The warm atmosphere of the first floor flashed with a cold cold light, and the killing intent was pervasive.

The young man behind the bar didn't have time to react, and he didn't even have a chance to look up.

I only heard a "whoosh".

An arm is gone.

His forearm was a robotic arm, so Lu Wen cut it off directly.

"Smack!"

The entire arm fell to the ground, blood flowing.

The section is neat.

After all, Lu Wen has a good knife in his hand.

Then came the young man's terrible howl, a pain so intense that he hadn't felt since the last time he had broken his hands.

His face was distorted, a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes, he endured the severe pain, and said something like 'go to death' in his mouth, waving his only remaining arm and hitting Lu Wen.

But Lu Wen simply took half a step back.

"Although your punch is strong enough, it has a big flaw, and it seems that you haven't undergone any martial arts training."

He is relaxed and freehand, holding a knife and picking it up.

The blade flung out a stream of brilliant blood.

The young man's other arm behind the bar also detached from his arm, flew into the air, and then slammed to the ground.

Lu Wen calmly retracted the knife.

He said seriously: "Since it is a modified person, then try to transform it as thoroughly as possible, two metal forearms can't give you much amplification, I suggest that you stop the bleeding immediately now, and connect the real metal arm after a period of recovery." ”

"You ......"

The young man's face was pale, and his face trembled slightly.

Maybe he lost too much blood, or maybe it was too painful, he hurriedly found a first-aid kit under the stage, wanting to give himself an injection to relieve the pain.

But both arms were gone, and he couldn't even open the box.

So he could only shout.

"Are you all blind, come and save Lao Tzu, there are people here who smash the field and fight to the death!"

No, not to mention, his reaction made Lu Wengao look twice.

I didn't roll on the ground in pain and babble nonsense, and I was still conscious at this time.

It seems that there is also a lot of talent in the mixed area.