Vol 7 Chapter 1000: Fool's Journey

　　Johnny Silverhand, the postmodern bandit, he almost killed me, because of him, I had to face the dilemma of social death.
　　 Maybe I just didn't deal with him, this old stubborn, he can't accept a reality: we live in a false world. Just because he is the more false data consciousness in this false world.
Hey, although I can understand his thoughts, after all, I feel the same way as him, but it doesn’t mean that he can interfere with my life so unscrupulously. He is a guest, a guest brought by Relic chips, and I am The master of the body.
　　 "V, come on! You are about to choke yourself alive, come on!"
　　 "Hey, what are you guys doing, go and help her!"
　　 "Is this a cyber mental illness!"
　　 These people rushed up and pressed me to the ground, grabbing hands and feet, and I said it was unnecessary. Then they would treat me as if I was really ill and took the rope and tied it up.
So the situation was like this. I lay back on the bed. In order not to disturb my rest, my friends decided to temporarily move the party to Lu Zongping’s bar. Within ten seconds, there were only a few people left in the room, and they Also took away my tithes-these nasty people!
　　Johnny also stopped now, and he asked me with a look of wonder: "Where did you find such a bunch of best products?"
Oh, when you have been on the street for a long time, you can meet all kinds of people. The City of Night is a chewing machine. Everyday people come in with hope, and every day tired people leave, and some people are squeezed. After drying my blood and soul, I wandered on the streets, and I was one of them.
　　 Johnny had a lighted cigarette in his hand, "Unexpectedly you are still a poet."
No, I am not a poet, but a teacher once told me that everyone has a poet hidden in their hearts. Poetry is the product of awkwardness when words cannot express emotions. There are always a few moments in a person’s life that will be intense It appears that there is a situation where there is nothing to say, then at this time, this person is indeed a poet.
　　 "Ha, ha," Johnny smiled dryly, "so I hate poets, they never speak human words."
　　 Lu Zongping, the birdman didn’t know when he was sitting by the bed, "You two get along well."
　　 "Stop talking, I'm almost annoying this person, wait, can you see him?"
　　 "Of course, Johnny Silverhand, a courageous mortal."
　　Johnny: "Where do you come from? Can't you speak human words?"
　　Lu Zongping pointed at him, Johnny disappeared suddenly, "Hey, you killed him?"
　　 "No, not yet, but you have to teach him how to manage his mouth. Otherwise, next time, you will both have to suffer."
　　 "For example?"
　　 "You shouldn't forget when Teacher Bian Ning asked you to write a review and read it out in public, right?"
　　 "Hey, I'm an adult, you can only deal with children!"
　　 "Yes, you have grown up with hard wings, and writing a review can no longer penetrate your cheeky, no problem, I can let you read your online tour records in public."
　　 "I'm sorry I was wrong!!"
　　 Luzong looked at me expressionlessly. This person has always been like this. I can't guess what he is thinking, but he can indeed guess my thoughts—or he can read his mind. Think about it, his eldest brother and mother call themselves gods, and then Lu Zongping is definitely a second-generation god.
　　 Speaking of it, it may not be a big deal, because the world is fake, and the so-called gods should be just the kind of people with authority, just like administrators.
"For so many years, I haven't confessed to you, V." His tone was suddenly very gentle. I have never heard him say something like this for so many years. It really made me a little scared, "Now you know by yourself, you live In a simulated world. Now that you have realized this, with your cleverness, you may also be able to think of the next development."
　　 "……"
　　 "You are right to think, you are the well-deserved protagonist in this drama, so you will turn bad luck, and you will inevitably endure the bitter fruit of fate."
　　 "Deer, help me."
　　Help me, really.
　　 I really don’t want to die. I don't want to live in a false world. I want freedom, the freedom given to life by the universe, not the freedom given to creation by civilization.
help me.
"Please."
　　Lu Zongping's tone is still gentle-this is not a good thing, this is obviously the tone of hospice care-"Don't be afraid, of course I will save you as much as possible, but you have to finish your journey."
　　 "What journey, life journey?" This sentence seems to be very weak, but the fact is that, I really say that.
　　 And Lu Zongping raised the corner of his mouth slightly after listening. In fact, you are obviously going to laugh, right?
　　 "No, it's your fool's journey. You have to arrive at the end."
　　 "Aren't you a god? Shouldn't you be omnipotent?"
　　 "Don't listen to my elder brother's nonsense, he has a brain disease."
　　 "But you can see Johnny, too."
　　 "That's my talent."
　　 "Do you want to save me? Do you think I'm not worth the effort?"
　　 "Don't make trouble without reason."
　　 I see, the same is true for you. You, like those who created this world, want to see me make a fool of yourself, right?
　　 "Don't think so, you just treat me as a guest living here, I can't give pointers to the host's arrangements, I will be kicked out."
　　 "Deer, how I hope you haven't come to tell me this, at least, can leave me a little bit of pitiful hope."
　　 "Don't be sad, look, who came to see you."
　　 is a good brother Jack, this stupid big guy, "Sister (in Spanish), it's great that you are fine."
　　 "Jack, I'm very happy to see you all right."
　　 "That's it, V, get your energy up, but by the way, were you on a show just now?"
　　 "No, Jack, I am not going to choke myself to spoil the party."
"Then there may be a big problem with you. By the way, I have to explain something to you clearly. That night, after we separated, I was cured by the blond man. After that, Saburo's bodyguard came to the door. , I was at the wolf (a bar run by Jack’s mother) and that guy knocked us all over..."
　　 Let’s ignore Jack’s tirade. This guy is talking to himself, but I don’t really care about it. I’m really tired now. But let me briefly explain the situation: since Lai Xuan killed his father, UU read www.uukanshu.com and he framed the two hapless thieves, Jack and I, as murderers. Goro Takemura was taken away by the company because of poor protection With all the weapons, property, and implants, he was called by Lai Xuan to find Jack’s troubles. After this man caught Jack, the ninja squad in Arasaka was ordered to clear the village. It had to be renovated, and it will take almost two months to reopen.
　　 At the moment when Takemura was in crisis, Jack helped this guy. This was because he didn't hurt anyone before. "He looks like a good person, it would be a pity if he died so plainly." This is the sympathy between the heroes.
　　 So the current situation is that Takemura went from Saburo’s guard to a homeless stray dog ​​overnight. He needs our help to regain everything about himself, including the truth about Lai Xuan’s father’s killing.
　　 Look, I don’t really care about this at all, I just want to live.
　　 At this time, my system suddenly detected a Relic failure, which was followed by a severe headache, and because I was bound and unable to move, for a while, I felt that I was really going to die.
　　Jack shook me violently "V!"
　　 "V!"
　　 The next second, I fell into darkness before my eyes.
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