Cyberpunk 2074: Shadows of the Past

The dense dark clouds suppressed the bright lights all over the city, supplemented by the howling wind and occasional roaring thunder, like a pair of invisible big hands, calmly facing the world, playing "Piano Sonata No. 2 in B flat minor" .

This is his favorite tune.

Perhaps it is because he has been too busy and under too much pressure at work recently, but he always likes to listen to his favorite music after get off work and do some entertainment that is very stress-relieving for him.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sharp blade penetrated the soft flesh and struck the chopping board, making a rhythmic sound.

“I didn’t expect the chefs in this restaurant to be quite good…”

Mulin shamelessly insisted on sitting next to Haiji.

Now, he was hunching over and whispering into her ear.

"Things with high prices may not be authentic..." Haiji rolled her eyes at him in disgust, stretched out her hand, and pushed that annoying head to the side.

"Hoho, you look so understanding. Are you a regular customer of this store? No wonder you have to drag me over... I understand, I understand... You only share your treasures with the closest people..."

For Haiji, her colleague Mu Lin is an out-and-out scumbag and a bastard.

For example, right now, the self-righteous and confident face in front of her was really disgusting.

"Stop saying a few words, my fists have already started to itch." Haiji rubbed her smooth jade fingers. The clenched fists looked like perfect jade. They seemed harmless to humans and animals, and there was no threat. look like.

Mullin shrank his neck in fear, looking like a turtle shrinking its shell.

He had seen the terrifying look of the violent woman in front of him when she blew people's heads off with her bare hands in an alley.

The Japanese chef facing them always had a smile on his face, and he was always concentrating on handling the fresh, natural, non-synthetic fish on his cutting board.

It must be because he can't understand English!

Mullin cursed secretly, turned around and began to look at the environment in the store.

Hai Ji was also happy that the guy next to her stopped harassing her and allowed him to enjoy himself alone.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

He waved the sharp blade stretched out from his arm vigorously, allowing the nameless poor guy in front of him to be dismembered into pieces, and finally turned into a pool of sticky flesh and blood.

The first drop of rain fell crisply to the ground, like the sound of the first death knell.

A thick black hood covered his face, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.

The rainwater gathered into a stream bit by bit, flowing slowly down along the dense folds on the hood.

His thick boots stepped through the turbid blood and rotted flesh and bones. He walked slowly and disappeared into the wind and rain.

The hunt is not over yet, he will move on.

After the man had gone away, the wind picked up the broken poem he was singing.

"This is the end..."

"Haiji, do you have any favorite literary works?"

"Why are you asking this all of a sudden?" Haiji glanced at Mu Lin strangely, chewing white fish for appetizers in her mouth.

"Don't look at my human-like appearance, but I am a highly educated person after all..."

Mullin slapped his puffed chest.

After taking off his work clothes, he didn't look like an Internet surveillance agent at all.

It is different from the obvious and flamboyant transformation of the second to fourth level cyber prosthetics that focuses on appearance.

The fifth-level cybernetic body specially designed for cyber surveillance agents looks unremarkable. It is a bit like the most common first-level cybernetic body - the personal connection line. There are almost no traces of modification on the outside.

However, the performance of the Level 5 cybernetic body is undoubtedly powerful. It can remotely connect to the cyberspace for a short time without the help of any external equipment, transform into the God of the Internet, and control the torrent of data with a wave of the hand.

The price is just that nerve drugs with some side effects need to be injected into the head regularly.

"Hey! Hai Ji, do you hear me?"

"ah?"

Haiji came back to her senses from the massive amount of professional information.

"Can you not use this method to avoid communicating with you every time?" Mullin sighed and pointed at his head, "Am I some kind of learning machine? You will automatically enter the state as soon as I speak. ?”

"You can only blame yourself for being too boring, Mulin!" Haiji made a face at him, her tone full of disdain.

"Forget it..." Mullin sighed.

You can't talk it out, you can't fight it, you can only choose to admit defeat.

The Japanese chef was still working diligently, placing exquisite dishes one after another in front of the quarreling two people.

"Try this! Sturgeon roe with vinegar!"

The lesson could not be remembered for more than three seconds. As soon as Mullin finished taking a bite, he held his plate diligently and turned to harass Hai Ji.

Haiji held her head up, looked at the flattering smile on his face expressionlessly, and silently gave her middle finger.

So, Mullin could only smile and took the plate back.

Seeing the man's ridiculous and funny look, Hai Ji shook her head slightly, then concentrated on picking up the crab meat in the bowl, then evenly coated it with the hairy crab paste that settled at the bottom of the bowl, and finally swallowed it slowly.

"Hmm..." The slightly sweet taste, paired with the tender, juicy yet firm crab meat, is irresistible.

"Why do you like eating crab paste so much?" Mu Lin poked his head, glanced at the bottom of Hai Ji's bowl, and asked curiously.

"If you dare to say one more thing, I will blow your head off!"

As if she guessed the disgusting words someone was about to blurt out, Haiji frowned and glared at Mullin.

She saw it the first time she went to a dinner party.

It was at a Chinese restaurant. She had just ordered a fried large intestine, and a certain guy had already started to talk about the stuff in the large intestine with his head held high and his head shaking.

"Okay..." Mullin nodded and bowed, seeming to remember the mistakes he had made and the cruel punishment he had received.

"Boss, pack some sushi for me to take away..." Haiji said to the chef in Japanese, not paying attention to Mu Lin's surprised eyes.

If she remembered correctly, there was another person who was hungry at this moment.

As for restaurant rules and strange looks from others?

She was born to never care.

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Isaac lay on the old magazine spread out, chewing the tempura that had become dry and cold over and over in his mouth.

So delicious...

He muttered to himself, reluctant to swallow that precious delicious food.

"Tap...tap...tap!"

The sound of heavy footsteps, accompanied by the sound of rain, got closer and closer.

Isaac sat up alertly and swallowed the food residue in his mouth completely.

Although no one here usually cares about it, in Night City, anything can happen.

Isaac put his hand into his pocket.

An old kinetic pistol fit obediently into his sweaty palm.

"Who...are you?" Isaac yelled nervously into the invisible night.

But no one answered.

Only one step after another penetrated the huge sound of rain, roaring like a giant drum, hitting Isaac's trembling heart again and again.

"Who are you fucking? Speak! Otherwise I'll shoot!"

He cursed and shouted in vain, helpless as a piece of fish on a chopping board.