The two of them came to the previous noodle shop.

Outside the noodle shop is a crowded side street, and black sewage flows along the road, and Lu Wen is sometimes glad that he can't smell it.

The floor of the noodle shop should have been gray concrete, but now it is black, shiny, and white tissues stained with oil are everywhere.

There are a lot of people.

When they came, there was only one empty table.

The two sat opposite each other and ordered two bowls of beef noodles.

"Uncle Chen, mix noodles with scallion oil and add a chicken leg."

The girl was carrying a black backpack and sat beside Lu Wen.

This is the second time Lu Wen has heard scallion oil noodles today, he glanced at the girl beside him, and the girl also glanced at him inadvertently.

"What a handsome android, sister, do you have a custom boyfriend?" She smiled and asked Xia Chuluo opposite, full of youth.

At the beginning of the summer, Luo stroked his forehead.

"No, work friend." She looked at the girl calmly, "Working in a bubble tea shop?" ”

"Sister, you're so smart, how do you see this?"

"The fingers are wrinkled and peeling, often in contact with moisture, there are milk tea stains on the corners of clothes, they are knocked over at work today, and there are also on shoes, in fact, these are not important, you have a smell of milk tea on your body." Xia Chuluo said lightly.

The girl's mouth opened slightly, probably thinking about what was sitting across from her.

She raised her elbow, carefully asked herself about the smell of her clothes, frowned, and muttered, "It doesn't smell." ”

In fact, the noodle restaurant is a place where all kinds of flavors are mixed together.

The strongest thing is a spicy taste, which should be some kind of shame, domineering over the others.

Lu Wen can't smell it.

But apart from him, the rest of the normal people present should smell the spicy smell at this time.

"Got off work so early?"

It's actually still time for lunch, and Lu Wen didn't delay much time on the side of the 15th district.

Most of the time is wasted on congested roads.

"Our boss said that there was a very poor slum couple in the central hospital, and he closed the door early, saying that he wanted to bring some money to see it, and the boss didn't believe in the online fundraising platforms."

The girl works in the 15th arrondissement.

The daily commute between the two districts is fortunately not too big, and the commuting time is acceptable.

The most populous part of each region is actually the rural towns.

It's just that now, more and more people are pouring into urban areas in search of a job, so many urban areas are a little crowded and the number of unemployed people is increasing.

"When I have money in the future, I will leave this place with my father and go to live in other cities."

"You can learn something else every day after work, and don't do repetitive work for the rest of your life."

"Uh-huh."

The two actually chatted?

Lu Wen felt a little incredible.

In this world where everyone is playing with their mobile phones with their heads down, even if familiar people sit together, they are playing their own games, and strangers have to have great fate to talk together.

And with Xia Chuluo's character, I can talk to her......

Not long after, two bowls of beef noodles came.

The master's knife skills may not be very good, so the pieces of meat are very thick, not as thin as the wings of cicadas in those restaurants outside.

The aroma is overflowing, with sparkling red oil wafting over the noodle soup and green green onions dotted with it.

Simply ate a meal.

Xia Chuluo decided to go back instead of continuing to investigate.

The two said goodbye to the girl and drove back to the 13th arrondissement.

"I thought you'd keep looking."

"There's no need."

Xia Chuluo looked out the window, and the wind in the afternoon was quite soft.

In a place like the 16th arrondissement, it's really normal for a few people to die.

But Lu Wen felt that something was wrong.

"Do you know who the killer is?" He asked.

"From the tone of your voice, you can tell that there is only one person who has committed the murderer." Xia Chuluo responded.

Lu Wen was stunned for a moment, and called up the scene he had already recorded.

He did think that there was only one person who was the murderer.

Maybe it was a preconceived factor, and after seeing the picture given by the analog system, he kept thinking in that direction.

looked at the whole scene for more than ten minutes.

Lu Wencai discovered the anomaly.

"There was a deceased man who had a large bone missing from the top of his head, and if it was that kind of heavy weapon, the whole head would have to be blown off, so ...... Got a sniper in the distance? ”

This is an out-and-out mortal enemy.

Dealing with a small gang, the members are all gangsters who can only fight landlords, and it is estimated that they have never practiced shooting, and there is actually a sniper in the distance.

"That's why I told you not to rely too much on machines, and to gain experience is the most important thing."

"Hmm."

This time, Lu Wen didn't say anything more, he was also a machine.

……

16th arrondissement, inside a low-rise bungalow.

Very simple one-bedroom and two-living room.

The white wall paint mostly turned gray-black and fell off a lot.

Yellowed newspapers were plastered on the places where the wall paint was peeling.

Pale energy-saving lamps hang from the living room.

The kitchen was covered with white tiles, there was no hood, the windows were open, and the gray ventilation fan was covered with oil.

"Gurgling ......"

On top of the gas stove, the crockpot is steaming.

Duan Tiannan opened the light green old refrigerator, took out a bottle of cold beer, walked to the living room, sat on the shabby dark red sofa, and turned on the old-fashioned big-headed TV.

This middle-aged man likes to watch old westerns, films from the last century.

Look at the era of horses and whips, those sandy towns.

That lonely heroic feeling.

"Bang!"

Not a light sound of the door closing.

The little bungalow seemed to tremble.

"Coming back?"

"Hmm."

The girl threw her backpack on the couch.

She turned and walked to the kitchen and took out a bottle of milk.

"Alcohol is going to kill you." She said lightly to Duan Tiannan on the sofa.

"It's just beer." Duan Tiannan smiled.

The girl took the milk, walked to the living room, and sat on the other side of the sofa.

She didn't like these old westerns.

She feels that these films have a twilight atmosphere, but middle-aged people always keep recommending them to her.

The two of them sat on the couch like this, and time passed.

In the entire room, only the sound of the crockpot gurgling in the kitchen, and the occasional gunshot on the TV, as well as lines unique to that era.

I don't know how long it has been.

The protagonist of the TV says goodbye to the beauty, and in the gaze of everyone, he turns over on the black horse, carries a gun on his shoulder, and turns his back to everyone in the classic western music, leaving the town and drifting away in the yellow sand.

"I said I don't need your help today." The girl spoke lightly.

"No, it still helped." Duan Tiannan smiled gently.

Another western began to be shown on television.

"It's actually completely unnecessary to fake the scene, even if it's not Xia Chuluo, you can see it by another person." He took a sip of his beer, "You shouldn't have gone to see her either, it's dangerous." ”

"She's not as good as you say."