After running all the way and stumbling up the barbed wire stairs, Li Liang put his hands on his knees and gasped. After breathing well, he pressed his fingers on the fingerprint lock.
The fingerprint lock beeped but did not open.
"Huh?" Li Liang was stunned and tried again.
Didi.
Still not open.
"Boss! Boss!" Li Liang slammed the door anxiously, "Open the door quickly, something happened!"
The middle-aged man and the bald man just now were definitely not normal customers. Li Liang didn't notice it at first, but when the middle-aged man handed over the money for the second time, Li Liang noticed half of the tattoo exposed on the middle-aged man's sleeves.
It was a graffiti-style capital letter "M."
Li Liang, who often picks up and delivers goods, is very familiar with this logo. It is the tattoo of the MOMO gang.
Old Massey had always said that the central nervous system core was sent for repair by an outsourcing company in a western mine, but this man was clearly a member of the MOMO gang.
Either old Messi was deceived, or the old man went crazy and dared to do business with the MOMO Gang in order to make money.
Things get complicated once gangs are involved.
No one knows what the central nervous system used for industrial bionic robots will become in the hands of gangs. This business must never be done again.
Li Liang just wanted to tell Old Mesai to spit out the money he earned, and then find someone from the Prosthetic Repair and Maintenance Union to coordinate with the MOMO Gang. Maybe this matter would go through safely.
Boom boom boom!
After banging on the door for several minutes, the clinic was quiet and no one responded.
Li Liang tugged on the door handle angrily, and finally realized that someone had deleted his fingerprints and the door lock could not be opened.
"Boss! Messi!"
Li Liang shouted a few more times, thought for a while, and walked quickly downstairs. If old Massey was not in the clinic, he would have to ask Ford on the first floor to help him look for him.
He had just descended the chain-link stairs when he heard the door above open.
Li Liang turned around suddenly, only to see old Messi standing by the door, throwing down a backpack expressionlessly, and said indifferently: "Li Liang, you are fired."
"Stop it, boss," Li Liang hurriedly walked up, "The core can't be repaired anymore. Do you know what I just discovered? Then what the hell..."
"Stand there," Massey growled.
Li Liang was stunned, staring at Messi in disbelief, and then suppressed a smile: "Okay, okay, you say it first."
"You're fired, get out."
Li Liang's eyes widened, his mouth opened and he was speechless. He slowly lowered his head and looked at the backpack at his feet, his clothes, a few books, a tablet, and two old communication bracelets scattered on the stairs. .
He bent down and took out a cracked "iPhone" from his backpack. It was bought from an antique store on the New Year's Day of the first year after Li Liang woke up. After repairing it, he gave it to Mesai as a gift. It contains a bunch of photos taken by its original owner and several pieces of music from that time. Li Liang wanted Mesai to see the era he belonged to.
Now, it's broken.
"Boss," Li Liang slowly raised his head and asked, "Why."
"There's no reason," Old Massey sneered, "Does the boss need a reason to fire an employee? I saved you, and now I'm unhappy and want you to get out, isn't that okay?"
"Why..." Li Liang murmured, and then shouted as if he understood: "Core? Core! It's the core thing, the MOMO Gang..."
"Yes, the MOMO Gang," Old Messi smiled, "I have always known that the core is from the MOMO Gang, and now they are planning to hire me to work for them with a high salary, specializing in repairing the core."
"But the core is me..."
"Stop joking, Li Liang," Old Mesai pulled out a "central nervous system core" from the door, held it with both hands, and said softly, "Start the inspection process."
The black metal ball instantly projected a holographic image, the same menu interface as before.
"I didn't know the method before, but now I understand it through research," Messi shrugged. "I should thank you for letting me know a way to make a lot of money."
Finally, Messi said indifferently: "Go away, you are no longer useful, don't stay here."
The sky was bright and the city was noisy, but at this moment, Li Liang felt that the surroundings had become dead silent.
He lowered his head, smiled to himself, and picked up his belongings one by one back into his backpack.
In this cold, sick and cruel era, Li Liang had very few things.
Ten minutes ago, he had a home.
Now, he has nothing.
Five pieces of clothes, a tablet computer, two old communication rings, a broken antique mobile phone, and more than 20,000 yuan saved, these are all the things that belong to him, nothing more.
He picked up his backpack and lowered his head. The light from the sky couldn't illuminate the back alley, and darkness covered his face.
He said slowly: "Thank you, Massey. You saved me and bought me a bionic kidney with the money you saved to buy a fully automatic diagnostic and treatment device. Several times, the bionic kidney had rejection reactions, and you stayed up all night to take care of me. You gave me a room, taught me how to repair bionic prostheses without any reservation, and paid me a salary in addition to taking care of the food. Your own bionic prosthetic eyes have actually expired for a long time. I remember all this and know it. , I will never forget it for the rest of my life.”
"Thank you, Massey, thank you."
He lowered his head and put all the cash on the stairs: "I originally wanted to save thirty-five thousand to buy you a prosthetic eye, but it's too late. The money..."
Li Liang shook his head, put on his backpack, turned around, and walked toward the alley step by step.
Old Massey stood tall at the door of the clinic on the second floor, watching Li Liang leave, his face expressionless the whole time.
Until Li Liang disappeared in the alley, Old Ford walked out of the door, holding the so-called "central nervous system core" - a simple programmable holographic projector stuffed in a metal shell.
"He will understand you, old friend," Ford whispered. "One day, he will know that you regarded him as your son."
Old Massey didn't speak. He just walked back to the clinic silently and closed the door.
In the empty clinic, old Massey stood blankly. At this time, a bionic rabbit jumped out from the corner and made a funny sound: "Hey~"
Old Massey slowly squatted down, covered his face with his hands, and cried bitterly.
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Under the sky, Zhongjing City is bustling and noisy.
After experiencing the bumps in the dark, the glory of human civilization has revived in this great city. The technology possessed by mankind has far exceeded the boundaries that could be imagined in twentieth-century science fiction.
In the sea of people, Li Liang was alone, walking alone.
He stood at the intersection and watched the light turn green, then red, then green again.
Suddenly, a hand rested on his shoulder.
Li Liang turned around suddenly and saw two men with serious expressions.
One of the men, wearing a long brown windbreaker and a bowler hat, showed his ID to Li Liang and said in a low voice: "I am an agent of the Order Bureau. Someone reported you for selling illegal hallucinogens."
"What?"
Another agent roughly grabbed Li Liang's bag, touched it, tore open the compartment of the backpack, took out a medicine, and smiled: "C-type adrenergic reactant, what else do you want to say?"
Li Liang reacted instantly and tried desperately to run towards the clinic, but was severely pushed to the ground by two detectives.
He shouted at the top of his lungs: "Messe!"
