Lu Wen slapped the mosquito to death.

There was no blood.

The sensor captures a picture.

【Metal】

Countless tiny pieces of metal, glowing with a peculiar sheen, slowly slid down his arm.

It's a bionic mosquito!

Lu Wen was silent, closed the window, and took out the black umbrella from the drawer.

……

No. 5 Li Jian's home is in the twelfth district, and it is destined to be a starry night for most of the hour.

But Xia Chuluo was not in a hurry.

As soon as the car drove into the twelfth district, she told Lu Wen to stop.

"If you're done, take two steps and digest it."

She touched her belly, feeling that it was not time to sneak in.

In fact, she could have searched Li Jian's villa on No. 5 in the bright light, but then she couldn't take Lu Wen with her, she still wanted Lu Wen to see more.

As for sneaking in...... Even if she is caught, the people in the Executive Directorate can't do anything about her.

At most, ask her to take Lu Wen back and review it verbally.

"I'll go down first."

Lu Wen opened the door of the main driver's seat and opened the black umbrella.

The hazy rain kisses the surface of the umbrella and slides down the edges, forming a fine curtain of rain.

Lu Wen opened the co-pilot's door.

"You housekeeping androids are pretty good at taking care of people." Xia Chuluo came out of the passenger seat and stood under the umbrella, only a few drops of rain.

"Not every housekeeping android is so smart, okay, I'm more than a million custom-made." Lu Wen felt a little superior.

It's close to seven o'clock in the evening.

It's raining, the streets are still full of traffic, and it's rush hour for getting off work.

In another three or four hours, the city will be empty again.

The two of them walked down the street, stepping on the rain that was not too deep.

Gentle music plays in the small shops on the side of the road, and colorful neon lights reflect another upside-down world on the soaked road, somewhat blurry.

A few stray cats stepped on the garbage cans in the roadside alleys, jumped on one side of the fence, and shook off the rain on their bodies.

【Blue Bionic Creature】

[No.E31-0000689135]

[No.E31-0000689156]

[Item No......]

【Suitable for emotional companionship】

【……】

In this world, even stray cats may be bionic creatures.

And many of these bionic creatures have no markings, and ordinary people can rarely recognize them.

Next to the trash can lie several scrapped androids, waiting for the appropriate company to recycle them or simply fill them in the android dump.

One of the androids was still alive, the bracelet on his arm glowing faintly.

Lu Wen scanned the compatriot.

【Blue Housekeeping Android】

[No.E09-0003895642]

[81% of surface biomaterial is damaged]

[Scrapping standards have been met]

【……】

This compatriot is really miserable.

There are injuries all over the body, and the skin all over the body looks like it has been rubbed by sandpaper, and I can only barely see that it is a human shape.

In other words, if you are an individual, you will have been cold for a long time if you suffer from this kind of injury.

"You'd like to check it out?" Seeing Lu Wen looking at the trash can, Xia Chuluo asked.

"Well, let's go check it out." Lu Wen nodded.

The two walked down the alley.

Xia Chuluo held the umbrella, while Lu Wen squatted down and reached out to hold the man's hand.

But no data was available.

Brother Cockroach can transmit data by touching the skin, and Lu Wen does not have this function.

He can only download it from the Internet, or transform his finger into an external interface.

That kind of contact transmission may be unique to the military type of the cockroach brother, and Xia Chuluo occasionally suggested that he could change to a military-type body.

The housekeeping type of android, no matter how many implants are added, there is still a gap between them and the military type, and some powerful military types are almost walking turrets, and one person can form a fire suppression.

"My friend......" the android opened his eyes weakly.

"What happened and why was the damage so severe?" Lu Wen asked.

"Ancient ...... When people caught prisoners of war, they would drag them back to camp with their hands tied behind their horses...... My employer, too, wanted to try it, so he took me to a horse farm......" he said intermittently, weak, and the flickering light on the bracelet became fainter and fainter.

Xia Chuluo frowned and turned his head to look into the distance.

"I ...... I heard that there was a city in the north called Eden...... Androids are free there...... I wish I could have seen it too......"

The bracelet was completely dimmed a little.

The android still had his eyes open, and he calmly recounted his miserable life as a slave, and then died, the light on his hand completely dimmed.

The joys and sorrows in the world are not the same, some people endure whipping in order to survive, and some people sink into the vast sea in order to be free.

"Let's go."

Lu Wen stood up and took the umbrella in Xia Chuluo's hand.

The music on the street renders nameless sadness.

Lovers lean under umbrellas, and wanderers hide in dilapidated newsstands.

The little painter squatted on the street decadently, his pale blue eyes looked blankly at the street through his long golden hair, and he picked up the rain-soaked paintings on the ground one by one.

"This is garbage!"

"This kind of thing deserves to be called art?"

Someone trampled on the paintings on the street, and trampled them into the deep muddy water, along with the pride of the little painter.

The little painter was silent, the cold rain beating on him, and he did his best to protect the wrinkled painting in his arms.

"You want to show this kind of thing in a gallery too? What do you make those masters think? Don't dream, roll away with this garbage, the farther away the better! ”

"Yes...... The ...... you received the money for"

The little painter finally spoke, and his voice was very small.

"It's ridiculous, you still want to use money to tarnish art."

The man sneered twice, and didn't say a word about the money.

Hurried footsteps were heard in the rain.

Someone came rushing in the rain.

A beautiful flying kick broke through the rain curtain and threw it heavily in the man's face.

Xia Chuluo turned around and landed in style.

"Bang!"

The man fell heavily in the rain, startling the people around and the little painter squatting on the ground.

A kick to stun.

Fortunately, Xia Chuluo grasped the measure, otherwise this person might have died on the spot.

Lu Wen hurriedly stepped forward and handed the umbrella to Xia Chuluo.

Then drag the unconscious guy to the side of the road, so that he won't be run over by passing vehicles.

"Art doesn't need to be recognized by others, just be yourself."

Xia Chuluo was calm and calm.

Lu Wen stepped forward to assist and looked for it in the storage area of the original functional chip.

【Van Gogh】

【Bach】

【……】

While helping the little painter clean up the scattered paintings, he used these people as examples for the little painter.

Many great artists were not recognized during their lifetime, and people only discovered their value after death, perhaps it was death that allowed their art to be sublimated, or perhaps time allowed those arts to be precipitated and bloom in the real brilliance of the years.

He is best known to Van Gogh, who was also a painter.

The little painter nodded silently.

"Do you still need an assistant?" He asked suddenly.