Twin Cities: Hero Witness System

Beneath the winding ravines and canyons—

It's dark and damp.

The huge pipes are transporting industrial waste water recklessly, filling and polluting the place.

Accompanied by the rancid smell of the underground ditch, in this harsh environment, there is a giant steel beast sitting.

Rusty, haze lingered, green alchemical gas was continuously ejected from its body.

It was a clay pot that stood on top of the factory.

In this underground city with a strange scene, outside a shop called the Old Zhuolang Repair Shop, a young man in a robe made of flax silk is holding a wrench covered with oil, bowing his head and fiddling in front of him. 's huge mechanical swing arm.

Three strange glass tubes, filled with dark green liquid, were inserted into the central slot of the metal swing arm.

Accompanied by the boy's constant fiddling, the bubbles in the glass tube rose, and the faint green liquid also boiled, and the color gradually changed from green to red, like blood that was boiled and burned.

Seeing this, the young man took two steps back vigilantly, then narrowed his eyes and looked at the metal swing arm in front of him. The swing arm, which was half the size of his body, twitched on his own under the burning of the red liquid. Under the rattling voice, the young man let out a laugh and then reached out to wipe the sweat on his forehead.

"Well, it looks like it can still be repaired, but can it be broken like this? No, he has to pay me more. A small Bohr metal is about seven copper coins... So, he at least I have to add ten copper coins."

"I don't want to cheat him, plus the time cost of buying metal, why should I add two more coppers?"

Lin Wen touched the center of the swing arm with the toe of his shoe, followed by the leather boots on the red button in the center of the swing arm, the air bubbles in the glass tube dissipated, and the color of the liquid changed from red to green.

Then, the huge metal swinging arm quieted down.

Lin Wen stretched out his hand, lifted the huge metal swing arm easily with one hand, and walked into the Zhuolang repair shop.

"Stinky boy, how many times have I told you, you are not allowed to take over private work without my consent! Aren't you afraid that this will cause you trouble? How many times have I told you, those bastards, gangsters You are not allowed to take over the life of a member!!”

Lin Wencai walked into the store with his gloves, and in front of him, there was a clanging sound, as if walking out of a pile of iron, a thin middle-aged man with an unpleasant smell appeared in the in front of Lin Wen.

It was the smell of engine oil, and it was accompanied by the metallic smell of burning iron filings.

Walking straight to the cashier desk, he first saw a pile of "rubbish" placed on the desk, and then he pushed them all down in anger.

"Take it easy, Zhuo Lang, those you lost are all my treasures!" Lin Wen shouted in dissatisfaction.

"Shut up, you bastard, you troublemaker, troublemaker, you idiot, pig, you filthy and stinky worm, you only know how to eat solitary rock..."

He didn't stop talking, he kept saying dirty words to Lin Wen.

Seeing this, Lin Wen ignored Old Zhuolang and walked into a room. Lin Wen first hung the metal swinging fist on the wall, then Lin Wen walked out of the room, looked at Old Zhuolang, and said aloud: " For repairing this glove, I can receive a total of one silver coin and twenty copper coins."

"It's a good price..." Old Zhuolang, who was still scolding Lin Wen, suddenly changed his attitude and nodded while touching his chin.

"I can give you fifty copper coins, and the rest will go to you..." Lin Wen said tentatively.

"Go away!! I have raised you and taught you for five years? You still dare to bargain with me? Your stinky skin is itchy again, isn't it?" Zhuo Lang growled loudly again when he heard the sound, and even grabbed it He took a heavy object in front of him and threw it straight at Lin Wen.

Seeing this, Lin Wen pouted and ducked away easily, then stretched out his hands to face Zhuolang, each hand holding up four fingers, Lin Wen continued, "Okay, then in order to thank you old Zhuolang for your kindness of upbringing, Then I'll give you eighty coppers?"

"No, brat, I want that silver coin."

"Haha, you are such a greedy old guy..."

"To each other, you stinky brat." Seeing Lin Wen standing there and scratching his head depressed, old Saurer laughed out loud as if he had won a victory.

Lin Wen didn't resist either.

One silver coin is just one silver coin. Although Old Zhuolang was a little irritable and a little greedy... But Lin Wen knew how good he was to Lin Wen.

Old Zhuolang was just a guy who was not good at expressing himself. The reason why he asked for a silver coin was very clear to Lin Wen. It was because of the rules.

As an "apprentice", Lin Wen took over the work of the gang members without authorization. The other party said that he would give a silver coin. It is a question whether he will really give it at that time, but if old Zhuolang intervenes in this matter, then the matter It can be different, then it becomes that Lin Wen is instructed by the old Zhuolang to take over the work. If the other party refuses to pay at that time, then the old Zhuolang can come forward.

In this dark street, old Zhuolang is also a ruthless character.

Otherwise, how could it be possible to open a repair shop in such a place?

"By the way, Vander is looking for you."

After laughing for a while, Zhuo Lang suddenly became serious again. He looked at Lin Wen and muttered, "You must have made another mistake, right? Lin Wen Lorante, I have warned you countless times, you You are not allowed to mix with the children in his tavern, you must know that you are different from them!"

"Hmmmm, of course I know."

Here again, old Zhuolang's familiar set.

Lin Wen lowered his head, picked up the "rubbish" that Zhuolang had swept away earlier, and said, "Because they have no brains, they only have fists, but I'm different, I'm a brainy person, and I'm very smart.

So if I have a chance, I can try to climb to the golden city, and I can get away from this gutter that is covered with haze and bottomless black.

I can no longer be called a ditch rat by the people in Shangcheng, but become a master. I can also wear leather skirts and boots, like a nobleman. In that case, you, my adoptive father, can also be exposed. "

"And their future can only be to be a gang member in the lower city, or to be a drug dealer, doing those dangerous jobs, if they want better, they will get to the upper city's wharf to be a sweaty worker, But we must learn to tolerate the discriminatory eyes and words of Picheng people."

"Enough, Zhuolang, you have told me this statement countless times, and I have answered you countless times."

Lin Wen rolled his eyes and packed his baby in a sack.

Is it Shangcheng? When he first came to this world, Lin Wen was full of rejection of the environment of the bottom city, and yearned for the upper city.

It's bright, safe, and the air is fresh.

Everything is great and free.

It is full of academic atmosphere and thriving.

And what about the bottom city?

The poisonous green alchemy gas fills the whole city. It is dark and humid here, and people breathe the poisonous gas full of metal particles every day.

There is absolutely no comparison with life in the upper city.

But that was Lin Wen's idea five years ago.

Why did this happen to Zaun?

It is not caused by the "great" Picheng.

The current Lin Wen, he likes it very much.

Although it has always been shrouded in smog, Lin Wen believes that the bustling and bustling here is not allowed to go to the city. The residents here are all-encompassing and culturally splendid.

Lin Wen accepted it.

And here he is now accepted.

"But you have to know that I'm doing it for your own good." Zhuo Lang said dissatisfiedly.

"Yes, yes, are you finished talking about the old thing? I'm leaving after that."

Lin Wen clicked his tongue, put on the sack, turned around and pushed open the iron fence.

Old Zhuolang looked at Lin Wen's back as he walked out, and cursed angrily, "You **** who doesn't know what's right or wrong! You'll be your ground mouse in this ditch for the rest of your life!"

Lin Wen waved his hand and quickly disappeared into the thick haze.

In the shop, after Lin Wen left, Old Zhuolang, who was still furious before, suddenly smiled.

It was a very happy smile.

"If I leave, what will you do with this old man? You have no children and no daughters, and I am the only apprentice. Do you still expect someone to give you old age when you are old? It would be good if the people here don't come to rob you. Now, let alone if I leave, no one will know that you died in the store that day. Someone has to collect the body for you, right?"

"Moreover."

"I don't know the good and the bad, I'm a Zaan."