Bionic Era

Thirteenth District.

In the middle of the night, it was a male compatriot who sent the message.

junior Painter.

"You're pulling suspicion on yourself, and No. 0 left you a clue again?" Lu Wen pressed the send button.

"That's right, Executive Officer Lu, I didn't think about it either. When I woke up in the middle of the night and drank my saliva, I found a small note next to my pillow." The little painter replied.

"Do you know why Peter Parker can get pictures of Spider-Man every time?"

"For...why?"

"Because Peter Parker himself is Spider-Man, don't the young people of your generation like to watch Spider-Man? This is anyway... Forget it, it's a movie from the last century. It's normal if you haven't seen it."

Lu Wen felt that part of his thoughts were still stuck in his previous life.

It's deadly.

It is very likely that he will say something unintentionally, and then someone with a heart will hear and analyze it, so as to judge that he is not a pure bionic person.

Lu Wen is still thinking about when and why No. 0 followed him.

Pretending to be a bionic is really tiring!

"I...I'm really not number zero, Executive Officer Lu, I can swear on my conscience."

"Conscience is at wholesale prices these days."

The two chatted for a few words.

It was late at night, and there were not many pleasantries.

The clue that Number Zero left for the little artist this time is very simple.

"Go run for councilor and do your part for the rights of androids. I'll be away for a few days. Don't think about me—Number Zero."

? ? ?

Three substantive question marks formed in Lu Wen's mind.

Can you clarify the purpose once and for all?

He felt a chill, imagining a skinny old man, in the laboratory, hunched over with a pen, writing words like "don't think about me" crookedly.

"This is not right, this is not zero!"

"Didn't he want to understand the mystery of eternal life? Didn't he want to observe whether I am a human being or not?"

Why do you want to create momentum for Lu Wen?

What are the benefits of android rights to him?

"Isn't this guy a split personality? Could it be...he has found a way to transform himself into a bionic person?"

Lu Wen is just a kid who has just turned on the machine for more than two weeks, and now there are countless question marks in his mind.

In his previous life, he liked to read novels. In those novels, characters with high IQ often have mental problems, but after being reborn into this world, these guys with higher IQ than him are barely normal. Jiang Xiaonian is just a little extreme, Xia Chuluo The mental problem is pretending.

Xia Chuluo doesn't like to read novels. She said that the supporting characters in the novels are very pathetic, as if they appeared to serve the protagonist, but it shouldn't be like that. Every supporting role deserves to have a wonderful life of its own.

Lu Wen sat by the window in the dark night.

The night in the city was very quiet, and the blue projection giant walking among the buildings bowed slowly, as if looking at him.

A machine, a projection, looked at each other.

He sat there until dawn.

I read all the information about No. 0 on the bright side, but got nothing.

No one knows what No. 0 wants to do in the past few decades. They only know that every time he goes to a place, he will kidnap some bionics. The common point of those bionics is that they are very close to people.

"There's an email from you."

beep.

Since the live broadcast of the mall.

Lu Wen received a steady stream of emails.

There are some media reporters and invitations from TV stations.

There are also some conglomerates who have asked him whether he is willing to run for parliament. If so, they can provide manpower and material resources to form a team.

"This email..."

Lu Wen thought it was this kind of email again, so he glanced at it and found that the signature looked familiar.

"Ying Long?"

This name seems to have been seen somewhere.

"The author of The Lost City?"

I saw an ad for this book on the street.

The last time I met Luo Ruyan, before the dinner, he was holding this book in his hand.

It is said that it is a series, the eighth has just come out, it tells the story of a group of adventurers looking for the lost treasure.

The cover of each book is part of the treasure map, and the last ninth book is the very center of the map.

"This author has something to do with me?"

Lu Wen clicked on the email.

Neither long nor short.

"When I was young, I liked to sit on the roof and look at the stars. At that time, the sky was not gray yet."

"There was a quarrel between two people downstairs, one was the founder of Beblue, and the other was my father."

"I didn't inherit my father's wish to become a Bilan engineer. I escaped from that place and chose to paralyze myself with writing."

"That's when I made a decision."

"A bad decision."

"I lit a bonfire in the dark, and the world was still dark."

"I don't have much left in my life."

"I just hope that I can meet you before I die."

Lu Wen pondered for a moment, forcibly resisting the urge to smash the phone.

People in this world always like to say half of what they say.

Guessing is tiring.

"If you want to see me, you don't even give me your address. Could it be a trap?"

If this continues, Lu Wen feels that he may suffer from persecution paranoia.

He looked up at the window, the sky was still gray and gloomy today.

The ingredients in the refrigerator were almost eaten by Xia Chuluo.

Lu Wen went downstairs to buy some breakfast.

People who go to work, countless breakfast shops, passing vehicles, and advertisements on high-rise buildings all wake up this sleeping city.

"is it him?"

"right!"

"It's him, that's right, that handsome bionic man."

"He actually lives in our community!"

Along the way, whispers continued.

Lu Wen's hearing is very good.

He is famous, and this face is too recognizable unless he wears a mask to go out.

"Are you Lu Wen?" A little girl ran over and looked up at him with a mobile phone in her little hand.

"Yes." Lu Wen nodded.

"I want to take a photo with you!" The little girl blinked and raised her phone.

"Can."

Lu Wen squatted down and found a very gentle smile from the emotional chip.

You have to get used to it during this time, and when the heat passes, it will get better slowly.

As for being elected as a member of parliament... He really has no interest.

"Thank you, you look very handsome when you fight monsters."

The little girl was very polite. After taking more than ten photos in a row, she thanked Lu Wen and left happily.

Lu Wen touched his face.

Even if he doesn't fight those monsters... he's pretty handsome, right?

There was a black car at the entrance of the community, and the door opened as soon as Lu Wen left the community.

"Brother Lu Wen, I've been waiting here for a whole night, and you finally came out!" A young man got out of the car, holding Lu Wen's hands with a warm smile on his face.

Lu Wen's expression remained unchanged, and he pointed to the surveillance at the gate of the community.

"You know that I have the authority to call the monitoring nearby, right?"

There was an awkward atmosphere in the air.

"Uh...well, I actually waited for more than ten minutes."

...

Happy noon, fellow readers.

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