Lu Wen once again felt the deep malice of this world towards the androids.

"I heard that Executive Officer Xia has always disliked the involvement of androids in handling cases, in fact, I am the same, but sometimes I always need some machines to find the way." Wu Yu sighed, looking helpless.

Lu Wen pondered, it has only been two weeks since this product joined the Executive Board.

Why did you hear so much about Xia Chuluo?

"Finished?" Xia Chuluo glanced at Wu Yu lightly.

"Executive Xia, there will be a large-scale art exhibition in the tenth district in two weeks, I heard that Executive Xia has a strong ability to appreciate art, and he can see the authenticity at a glance, just ...... me"

"Lu Wen, hurry up."

"Understood."

The two walked past Wu Yu one after the other.

In the wind came a sentence from the beginning of summer.

"I thought that a week and a half of your conversion was slow enough, but I didn't expect that there would be two weeks to become positive, and even a bionic person can't compare, where can I say it."

This was followed by the sound of car engines roaring.

When the Luo language became sharp at the beginning of Xia, few people could withstand it.

Wu Yu stood on the steps at the gate, his smile a little stiff.

Inside the car.

Xia Chuluo habitually wanted to lift his legs and put them on the center console, but he frowned, and finally just opened the window to blow the wind.

"What does it feel like to have a broken rib?"

It's a little over an hour to get to the 16th arrondissement.

In order not to seem so boring, Lu Wen felt that he should find a topic to pass the time.

"You have ...... on this topic"

Xia Chuluo was speechless and stroked his forehead.

High-rise buildings line the city, and countless huge projections occupy the gaps in the buildings.

Boring advertisements and news scroll under the sky, including reports of today's monster.

"There's a monster ...... again in District 13 today"

"The mayor's proposal to elect a bionic councillor for the city of Mou is opposed by the majority of the current councillors of the city......"

"The number of suicides this month is 26,312, down from the same period last year......"

"Writer Ying Long released the eighth book of "The Lost City", and major bookstores were full of ......"

“……”

Slum is a word that has a wide range of meanings.

When this word is mentioned, the scene that comes to everyone's mind is different, but it is also the same.

People slept in low, dense houses and walked through dark and narrow roads, black sewage flowing down the streets.

It is the epitome of the city's backwardness and the city's progress.

"They built a fence out of rusty iron sheets, and covered the gray sky with shabby plastic sheeting, and they had a home."

At the beginning of summer, Luo walked on the potholed road with his hands in his hands.

Garbage is everywhere.

Lu Wen saw a lot of eyes.

Numbness, sluggishness.

The owners of these eyes sat under the low houses, leaning against the cold iron plates.

Strings were pulled horizontally and vertically on both sides of the street.

This is a slum.

There are no millionaires here.

At least, there is no millionaire on the surface.

"Are you familiar with this place?"

"I've been here a few times."

At the beginning of the summer, Luo was familiar with the road without a trace of hesitation.

Lu Wen followed closely beside her.

Countless mountains of garbage have piled up.

From above, the entire slum looks more like a giant garbage heap.

Children kicked empty plastic bottles and frolicked through the streets, pushing each other with their dirty little hands, their clear eyes glued to the bottles they had picked up in the garbage heap.

"When these childhood sweethearts grow up, most of the boys become gangsters, thieves, and their education is not enough to support them to become high-IQ criminals, and most of the girls are ...... Went to the red light district on the other side. ”

Xia Chuluo said as he walked.

There are all kinds of houses here, some live in tattered shipping containers, others lie in wide cement pipes.

After walking in squalor and chaos for more than ten minutes, Lu Wen felt like he was about to get lost.

The map in my head doesn't give a very detailed account of this place.

The slums, one by one, have become small black dots in the map, and the other small black dots can be enlarged, but here in the slums, they are just small black dots.

Eventually, the two came to a slum that looked slightly cleaner.

Low bungalows line the road, and the smoke and fire are heavier.

Xia Chuluo came to a bungalow and knocked on the door.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

Even standing outside the door, Lu Wen could hear the music coming from inside, which was very rhythmic.

After a while, the door opened.

The sound of loud music was deafening.

The door was opened by a bald man with a serious and somewhat fierce expression, with a small black submachine gun hanging from his neck.

"Miss Xia!"

The strong man instantly put away his fierce look.

The sincere smile on his face didn't match his figure at all.

"Come in and sit down, Miss Xia, you haven't been here for a long time! The little brother also came in. ”

Lu Wen pondered, this place was twisted and turned, like a labyrinth, and normal people would have been dizzy when they came in.

A place you don't want to come back to once and again.

The strong man didn't ask Lu Wen's identity, respectfully welcomed the two in, and then closed the door.

"Don't be nervous, I'm just here for someone."

Xia Chuluo raised his voice slightly.

The music was just too loud.

The room has been transformed into a cheap cabaret with spherical lights swirling around and a girl dancing on stage.

"Boss, it's Miss Xia!"

The strong man's voice is much more powerful.

In an instant, more than a dozen pairs of eyes looked at each other.

The men leaned against each corner of the room, in small groups, with guns, cash and playing cards on the table.

The life of the gang is so unpretentious and boring.

The music stopped.

The boss of this gang is a middle-aged man with a mustache, who has not escaped the middle-aged fortune and the Mediterranean.

He received both of them warmly.

"Back then, I obviously only killed one person, and those guys had to sentence three! Fortunately, Miss Xia was thoughtful and found out other murderers, and only sentenced me to fifteen years, otherwise I would have no hope of coming out in my life. ”

"If you say that you only kill one, that's one, and if you come out to mix, you have to talk about credit!"

After some talking, Lu Wen knew why this gang boss respected Xia Chuluo so much.

That's kind of ...... Saving?

Fifteen years, such a long time, I can still remember this kindness.

Wrong! Fifteen years ago, how old was Xia Chuluo?

You're running away......

"I'm looking for someone, the surveillance of the area handover shows that he often goes in and out of this slum, but the surveillance in the 16th district is broken."

While Xia Chuluo spoke, Lu Wen turned on the projection.

The picture is clear.

It's a man with a hat.

The surveillance in District 13 is relatively intensive, so it has been photographed on both the front and back, but Lu Wen can't identify this person's information.

So the two speculated that this might be a black family who grew up in the slums.

On the slum side, there are many such people, and the system has not registered them.

"This man...... He's not human. ”