Vol 8 Chapter 9: Man in suit with blue eyes

What was in the box was a Japanese guy, who was said to be an excellent doctor.
Take him to find that Dennis.
Of course he knocked on this guy.
"So, the existence of the intermediary is actually to ensure a happy cooperation. Do you understand what I mean?"
"Take your things, besides, the money has already been charged to your account."
"Good knife."
A samurai sword called a scalpel, the best materials, and the best workmanship, it fits the doctor's personality very well.
Johnny asked with a smile, "Will you have fun? Show me two paragraphs."
Just take a look.
I took a knife and slashed across the air a few times. Hey, this is the strength that is blocking my way. Come and chop one by one, right?
"Just your three-legged cat kung fu, you really laughed out of your teeth!"
I put the knife away, calmly, friends, must be calm.
"Don't worry, look at me."
"Don't come here!"
Johnny moved his body a bit, "Huh, that's it, V, feel it."
He made two gestures on the spot, asking me to say, that is, four-legged cat kung fu, nothing better than me.
"I can't see it. I will be responsible for future fights, and you will be responsible for the rest. How about?"
"Not very good, my body, if you break it, you will pay?"
"Then try not to fight." Yinshou stretched out, "Call the Japanese guy named Takemura, why haven't you found a dead person for so long?"
I don't know if he will be able to pinch it now or what to do. After saying a word, Goro Takemura's call came over.
"V, what you want, I got it, when will you get it?"
"Where did you find it?"
"Route 1, the garbage dump where you were buried, Dexter is not far away, now I have brought him out."
"Okay, can you drive the car into the city?"
"Not very good, this guy is too fat, I only use a truck to load him."
"Alright, wait, I am here."
Driving, Johnny said, "I want to listen to music."
There are really enough requests, then body temperature radio.
"あなたと毎日PONPONさせてね (Let me and you PONPON every day)
"Private はあなたのPONPONちゃんなの (I am your PONPON sauce
Wow, take the energy!
Johnny yelled to stop.
I said, Mr. Johnny, what happened?
"You call this music?"
"The most popular single at the moment!" This is too true to be true. This song is a new single released by the famous idol girl group Gang Lie. It is really popular all over the world. The advertising screen of Night City is ten yuan. Eight of them are the headshots of the three girls of the Gang Lie band, one with red hair, one with blue hair, and one with purple hair. The three are pretty good.
Johnny leaned back on the co-pilot and squeezed his eyebrows, "I'm taking my own life...how did the Kerry do things, and how to give up the right to edit this song."
"How to say?"
"This song, and its tune, was made up when we were free back then. Sometimes after night, we wake up the next day, find a quieter place, blow the sea breeze, and play the tune."
"Oh, did you feel sad?"
"When anyone is sad, you can try to be strange with yin and yang?"
"Okay, okay, can't I change it?"
"No, just listen to this."
"..."
"YouaremyPONPON
"I love you PONPON
"君にPONPON"
Speaking of it, it seems that there will be a concert with a hard band in the next two days, "Johnny, how about going to the concert together when we take care of the fat black guy?"
"Okay, but I still want to ask you a favor."
"Ok?"
"...Well, forget it, no, don't bother, I don't think it will be time yet."
"Hey, it's not like you. When did you hesitate so much, just say something."
"Ah, I wanted to wait for us to solve your problem, and then solve my problem." Johnny snorted, "I want to have another concert. Call my old friends. Regroup Wu Serve the band, and then find a place that no one recognizes, and play the last one."
"A good idea, but there is no way to use my body."
"V, depending on the friendship between you and me, help me this time."
"Don't be blind, I'm the enemy of you."
Johnny burst into laughter, and tried to talk to him again, but he disappeared.
Come on.
...
When I found Takemura, he really was sitting in a truck.
"The car is not bad, where did you get it?"
"The night tour ghost camp on the roadside, we, something unpleasant happened."
Johnny appeared again now, "Take out your pocket watch and let's see what is going on with this man."
That's right, that's what I think, Johnny, you are a roundworm.
The pocket watch is already shaking, can’t wait to turn it on
The vortex of time and space took Johnny and me through.
"Shhh-don't talk yet."
"Look, I got the things and came to you too, is it full of sincerity?"
"So please allow me to invite you to go one step ahead."
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The gunfire resounded, the darkness in front of me receded, and I returned to Room 204 again.
Back to this familiar motel, back to that rainy night, wet and embarrassed, I shot Dexter's horse immediately and then shot the fat man in the head.
I'm pretty sure he is dead. The damage to his brain tissue is too much for a human being. He must be dead. Like a machine, his master control has completely lost its function.
In this static time and space, let me look around carefully. Any clues may point to the cause of my death.
As stated in advance, I cannot move any objects here, nor can I open the door to see the scene in the corridor.
The pocket watch determined that this moment was Dexter's true death time.
So what power brought him back to life? Or, in other words, what kind of power temporarily took over his undyed body and attacked me?
Johnny snorted his e-cigarette, "I have a feeling that the truth will not simply surface. UU reading www.uukānshu.cOM"
"Thank you great detective, you don't need your advice here."
"Look around, V, especially looking out the window."
"I have an idea. This fat man was definitely hacked by an advanced hacker. I have heard of this method. The method of resurrecting the dead is actually manipulating the implant, releasing the bionic current, and making it return. The muscles that have not lost their vitality move again, and the more implants, the better the effect, but this requires so much calculation that humans are definitely unable to do it. The culprit is certainly not far from here, but it is probably not the entity."
"You mean, AI?"
"Yes." I said, looking out the window.
"V, look there, someone is staring at this room."
Looking through the misty rainy night, under the neon signs on the corner of the street, among the people passing by, as Johnny said, a man in a suit and leather shoes was looking at this place, his blue gaze straightened.
Who is he?