Bionic Era

"My name is Golden Bear."

The old man reported himself.

Weird sounding name.

But Lu Wen knows that in this kind of mixed area, the name is usually a nickname.

The deterrent ability of a person's nickname is often directly proportional to his own strength.

"My name is Xia Wen."

Reporting to each other is just an expression of sincerity.

Jin Xiong laughed and said, "Mr. Xia probably doesn't believe that I won't poison the wine, but you still drank it all in one gulp, so you are not afraid of the poison from the food."

"I think we're drinking the same glass of wine."

"Yes, but I might have an antidote, too."

"You can't stand the toss at your age."

"Mr. Xia is indeed smart."

The topic was opened, and Jin Xiong no longer hid it.

He continued: "I have been to the high-level world...Of course, as a person like me, I can only smuggle there. I have seen a robot that is exactly the same as a pure human. There is no difference in appearance. I can’t even feel the difference in talking.”

Then he briefly described the robot.

Occasionally, news of a robot mutiny spreads from the upper world.

However, those news were quickly suppressed, and not many people knew about it, and most of the renegade robots were destroyed.

After speaking, he poured another glass of wine for Lu Wen and waited for Lu Wen's response.

Lu Wen didn't make him wait long, and said lightly: "People who can sit in your position are not stupid. I think you understand that if you know too much, you will end up knowing too much."

"Of course I understand that."

Jin Xiong raised his glass with a smile, and then said, "Mr. Xia, why don't we talk about Dong Fan first?"

"I think I've made it clear enough."

"But after all, someone wants to stir up conflicts between us, and you should be very interested in the person behind it."

"Don't beat around the bush." ​​Lu Wen reminded lightly.

"Well, Mr. Xia, let me just say it straight, I want to cooperate with you."

Jin Xiong said that sitting on the second floor is actually not comfortable.

Many people in this area are staring at this position.

Those people were waiting for him to become weak, and then they took advantage of the void, ended his life, and hung his head at the entrance of the floor below, taking over his power by the way.

The reason why many of his subordinates followed him was because of strength and money.

If he loses these things, his end will be miserable.

"Mr. Xia, my store was smashed by you tonight, and I can't do anything about you. This is a signal, and it is telling everyone that I am weak enough."

"I think you have a way of dealing with me."

"Yes, but that would cost me a lot, so I'm more inclined to cooperate with you."

...

Three o'clock in the morning.

Lu Wen left the second floor.

The first floor has been restored to its original state, and there is no sign of any fighting before.

Music and lights spread here.

Money and alcohol are enough to anesthetize everyone here and drive them crazy.

But the moment Lu Wen showed up.

The first floor was suddenly quiet.

The music stopped, the madness subsided, and a pair of eyes quietly watched him with fear.

The atmosphere became tense.

Lu Wen didn't say a word, his face was indifferent, he walked through the passage made by the crowd, and then pushed the door and left.

The street outside also became quiet because of his appearance.

No one knew what he talked with Jinxiong on the second floor, but since he came out unharmed, it proved that he was qualified to look down on anyone here.

"Om—"

A muffled roar echoed through the streets.

Except for this voice, other voices were silent, and they didn't dare to make it before Lu Wen left.

The car is now officially owned by Lu Wen.

In the quiet night, the black car body jumped out like an arrow from the string.

After returning to the narrow street, Lu Wen still parked the car at the street corner, otherwise the roar of the engine might wake up those blue people who had struggled to fall asleep.

When he returned to Christo's house, the little girl was still sleeping soundly.

...

A few hours passed in the blink of an eye.

Dawn came.

Lu Wen stood at the window with his hands behind his back, his eyes fixed.

After communicating with Jin Xiong in the early morning, he had roughly guessed the origins of these blue races, freaks, dwarves, giants and other races.

But it's just guesswork.

So he needs to prove it.

He must go to the higher world, get the correct information, and tell everyone in this world.

Tell them the so-called history and truth.

Before that, he and Jin Xiong can solve some small forces here first. At any rate, after he leaves, the residents here can still live a peaceful life.

"Dear guest, did you not sleep last night?"

"I don't need sleep."

Christo woke up.

The poor here go to bed early and wake up early.

Many people of the blue race need to get up early to set up stalls, and rely on the meager profits they earn from setting up stalls to continue their lives.

At this point in time, the body collectors came.

This is a very special profession, walking in the streets and alleys of this world, usually appearing on the streets at dawn, dragging those who died the day before to the crematorium.

Those hanging corpses were also taken away by these people last night.

The corpse will rot and emit a bad smell.

"Hey, isn't this the young man who was collecting debts around here, and he died here?"

The body collector was somewhat hunchbacked and crippled.

He knew a lot of people and had received the bodies of many acquaintances.

"Can you recognize it without a head?"

"Of course he does. He wears it often."

The corpse collector looked up and found that it was a pure human.

He kindly reminded: "Dear guest, this person is on the second floor of this area. If you have nothing to do with this matter, you'd better leave now, otherwise those people may hold you accountable."

"Um."

The body collector was a little surprised by Lu Wen's plain attitude.

This area belongs to the second floor. In such a remote and poor area, there is no resident who is not afraid of the second floor.

Then he thought.

Maybe this young man from the upper world doesn't understand the rules here?

If that's the case, you will suffer a big loss.

The corpse collector can't be kind, after all, he has seen too many dead people.

He just suddenly felt that it was a pity that this young man had a noble background and died in such a poor and humble place, so he reminded him again.

"Honorable guest, I can tell you with certainty that the second floor will definitely blame this place. When I come tomorrow morning, I should have collected more than one corpse. You'd better leave as soon as possible."

"Well, thank you for your kindness, please clean up this place, I think he still has some banknotes on him."

Lu Wen was still very calm.

When the corpse collector saw this, he stopped persuading him.

Young people who want to come to this high-level world are a little arrogant, thinking that no one in this kind of place can threaten him.

The corpse collector has seen many such people in his life. Except for a few people with real backgrounds, most of them have no good end, and finally entered the incinerator with the corpses of those poor people.

He didn't dislike the blood stains, and began to search for Dong Fan's body.

This is the welfare of the corpse collector, who can get the money of the dead.

The premise is that the dead man has not been stripped clean the night before.

He gained a lot today. After all, the person who died was on the second floor. Although the residents of this street were used to seeing corpses, they did not dare to touch this corpse.

"This kid is quite rich, and he usually looks stingy."

The body collector held a stack of banknotes in his hand, all of which were found from the corpse.

Many banknotes were stained with blood and had already stuck together.

He began to carefully separate the notes.

"Hey, I have to wash the blood stains carefully after I go back, those guys don't charge money from dead people."

The body collector dabbed a little saliva with his thumb and began to count the harvest.

On this street, many residents walked out of their houses.

They naturally heard the conversation between Lu Wen and the body collector.

The corpse collector's words made them a little panicked.

More than one corpse will be collected tomorrow morning?

Will the people from the second floor slaughter wantonly to warn those who secretly harbor evil intentions?

One bad thought came to everyone's mind.

Whether it was the blue races, dwarves, freaks, or the few white-haired races on this street, they all began to worry at this time.

"Honored guest..." A child of the blue race asked in an immature voice, "Are we going to die?"

Lu Wen touched the child's head, and said with a soft smile, "With me around, I wouldn't."

"Distinguished guest, what the corpse collector said is right, take Christo away while you still have time, she is a lucky girl."

Poverty and kindness do not go against each other.

But in the two months after Lu Wen turned it on, he rarely saw it.

In this world, he suddenly discovered that these poor people, even the body collector who was counting the money of the dead, had a kind side.

Lu Wen just smiled lightly, as before, to comfort the people on this street.

They don't need to know about last night.

Knowing too much is really bad.

The artificial sun overhead is getting brighter and brighter.

Dawn is passing, ushering in the morning hours of the world.

A black van was driving on the road, its body was as dilapidated as this world.

There are very few people with cars in this area. Most of them are bicycles and old tricycles going to and from the market. Those who need to get up early to set up a stall will take a tricycle to bring goods, or go to the wholesale place to receive the goods.

"That is……"

The corpse collector narrowed his eyes and frowned slightly.

"That's a car on the second floor. I've seen it before."