Skynet Architect

In the small low-rise building, it was already sad. They were gathered in the living room. There was an urn and a photo of his father.The photo is black and white, and it shows a very fierce-looking, resolute-looking man. He is wearing the uniform of the fire chief of the Skynet Security Company, and his favorite Vulcan cannon is placed in front of him.

It is such a man who supports the entire family. This poor family has never been rich, but since this man entered Skynet, the family's living environment has changed.

But they have never had much wealth. No matter how much money they make, the money is given to the hospital. This sentence is obvious. Since he entered Skynet, his monthly salary has reached 300,000. This is crazy. Numbers, numbers that can make people kill their lives, not to mention that their work is usually very safe, and there are additional subsidies for working out.

But today, when the tragedy strikes, their family members have been worried and worried about this matter.

"You said what I usually say about you. It doesn't matter how much money you make. It's the most important thing when you are alive. What should we do if you die now? The money you left behind? The money is given to us. The old man is seeing a doctor.” The woman lay on the table with tears in her eyes, and the tears that had already been crying were all gone. In front of this photo, a young man about two meters in filial piety was so respectful. Kneeling, but looking at the photo of his father, there is no sadness in his eyes, only admiration.

"My father is a hero. He fought with the enemy until the last second before he died. He protected his comrades in arms. I think my father was satisfied before he died." He said firmly.

The woman turned to look at her son viciously.

"What's wrong with the hero? The dead hero is not a hero. They are all bears. He is dead now. What should we do? Who will treat your grandfather's illness?" The woman's voice was harsh, but it was the truth.

The old man’s illness has been for some years, and it’s not serious enough, but he’s getting older, everything from emphysema to heart disease is not so good. Now the money spent on him over the years is not just a few million. Up.

The filial tank used all the money he earned in this regard.

Don’t underestimate the power of medical institutions. They are bone-eating demons. No matter how much money you make when you are young, you will only find out when you bankrupt your family to treat the disease. What you make is for them. If you have no money , Death will knock on the door.

Now that the support of this family is dead, there must be a pension, but how long can it be used?One year or two years or ten years?Besides, there are widows and orphans?

The woman is now full of despair, and his son gritted his teeth and said: "My dad died while performing a task at Skynet. They have to give an explanation. If they can agree with me to replace my father, If Skynet continues to work, I can support this family."

The woman turned her head and slapped the man's face with a "pop!"

"You little beast, your father has just passed away, do you have to rush to reincarnate? If you die, what shall I do!" She cried more fiercely, and a new wave of tears has poured out, not even that. Clear.

The stubborn young man doesn't care about these things, he just knows that now his father is dead, it is time for him to take over his father's duties.

Just when the two of them were in a stalemate, the outside voice sounded.

This was not the sound of knocking on the door, but the sound of smashing the door. The sound was very crisp, followed by the sound of crying.

"My brother, my dearest brother, why are you dead!" The voice was so miserable that people couldn't help but suspect that this woman and the tank were the closest people.

But the woman and young man inside turned dark.

"Didn't Auntie cut off contact with us years ago? Why did this come?" the young man wondered.

But the woman already knew what his son's aunt was doing, and he must have been upset and kind.

"Xiao Meng, don't believe anything when your aunt is here, she must be here for your father's pension!"

The son of Tank, this young man, Yan Meng turned his head and looked at the gate, waiting for him.

"How could I not know that when we were separated, her ancestral house and ancestral land were both taken away by her, only to let us take Grandpa away. What good farts can we get when we visit again?" Yan Meng is usually very normal. Being honest and filial doesn't mean that he doesn't understand anything. He is the king of soldiers in the army and the super fireman of the special forces.

Unlike his father, he is very comprehensive, from small firepower for close combat, to long-range guns, and modern equipment. He is well-versed in writing.

If it hadn’t been for the red eye during the anti-drug task at the border, the drug dealers were all killed, so he went to the military court. In the end, although he was not sentenced, he was sent back to his hometown. He was still in favor and allowed him to retire smoothly. Now he works as a small policeman in the county police station.

This was arranged by the leadership of the army.Of course, he chose the place himself, just to be closer to his home and to his mother.

Now, the home is in shreds, but this tossing whole family is here.

I saw that the gate outside was constantly being pushed and shoved. The big iron gate was very strong, but it couldn't hold anyone using tools.

He saw a person sticking a rope through the gap in the door, and then slowly pulling the door bolt, only moving a small distance at a time, but he couldn't stand the water milling effort, and soon he had already bolted the door bolt. Pull away.

At the door is a very exaggerated woman. She didn’t know where she got her filial dress. Her face was covered with thick powder. It looked a little more white, plus the red color. The paper man who seems to be burning the paper ties and spreads it.

Putting them together in the middle of the night must be confused.

The woman rushed in and knelt on the ground involuntarily.

"My brother, why are you dead? Didn't we say we can invest and start a business together when you come back? Why did you do such a dangerous thing? Although my sister is poor, it is enough to sell both the ancestral house and the land. You are in business!"

This loud voice can be heard by all neighbors outside.

Liu Meng and his mother Chen Fanglian, who were supposed to greet them, changed their faces. They were embarrassed looking at the woman's expression.

Now that their father and husband are dead, they can't be driven away in front of the mourning hall for their condolences.