Vol 8 Chapter 13: 1 drunk solution 0 sorrow

"What are you thinking?" the female police officer of the Terror Mobile Squad asked.
"Are you asking me?"
"Yes, of course I am asking you."
"When did your confession become so wide?"
"Private question, I am a little curious about you. I heard other people say that you are a clever hacker, and almost immediately controlled the cyber lunatic."
"That's not my credit, it's that Lao Wei's fists are accurate enough."
"Let's talk about it, what's it like, using hacking techniques to knock down the enemy, watching them twitch on the ground, and then you go forward and shoot his skull down. What does it feel like?"
I heard that the members of the Terror Mobile Squad were all cyber lunatics before, and now I don’t doubt this legend.
"Nothing special."
"Do you not like it?"
"No, I can't say I don't like it."
"You definitely like it. You like killing. You know you don't need to kill them, but you still shoot without hesitation, because you enjoy this feeling. Washing your boots with other people's blood is like walking in the bathroom. ."
No, you completely misunderstood my original intention. The only reason why I knocked them down before executing the shooting is that I can get two experience points. It's that simple. With this principle of diligence and frugality, I was able to upgrade so many times in such a short period of time.
But I couldn't explain it that way, so I remained awkward and politely silent to the bloodthirsty policewoman.
There are some things that I really don’t want to explain. The world is a virtual field simulated by programs. The truth should be known as little as possible. Those nihilistic fool hippies are going to carve again.
Speaking of which, will bionic capitalists squeeze cyborgs?
The answer seems to be yes, oh, allow me to show a sad face, for this and ridiculous world.
"Forgive me for not being able to answer your question." At this time, I noticed that the female police officer's arm, both hands and forearms had implant anastomosis lines. Not surprisingly, she added a mantis knife prosthesis to herself, and it was still old-fashioned. of. It's a pity that I can't tell which year and which model it is. When I was walking on the street, I met those guys who were familiar with mantis knives, but I was not interested in them personally.
"You saw it." The female police officer showed me her arm very calmly. Her enthusiasm is uncomfortable. It is more like socializing between wild animals, sniffing each other, expressing her closeness and harmlessness, "I like it very much. Although they are old, they have been reluctant to replace them."
"Well, very good aesthetics, do they remind you of anyone?"
"No, I only think of murder."
Everyone's expressions are a little unnatural.
The female police officer invited me to join the Terror Mobile Squad.
"I am a freelancer."
"Everyone has aspirations, but if you change your mind, you are always welcome."
When she left, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"To be honest, chatting with her is more tiring than fighting."
"It's not like you would say, Lao Wei."
"V, stay away from such people, they are too unstable. It is possible to kill you at any time because of a bad mood."
Takemura also said, "This person feels dangerous to me."
So do you have any comments, Johnny?
"Me? What can I say, a mad woman, just like you."
screw you.
Zane apologizes to us again and again, today's shopping plan is yellow.
"Where shall we go next? Walk in the street, or..."
"Let's stop here." Lao Wei looked tired, "I'm very old, I should rest at this time."
"Sorry Old Wei, I didn't expect such a thing to happen."
"Look at you, v, you are not a god, how could you expect everything? It is normal to have trouble. After all, this is the night city. If you are willing to help, please send us back."
So that's it. So far tonight, my reward is a bottle of blocker, specifically for the lunatic Johnny.
In the email that Lao Wei sent to me later, he also revealed more information. For example, the chip should have killed me, and the blocking agent was not aimed at Johnny, but at the chip. It should be attributed to Lu Zongping’s handsome blond brother, who healed my injury and slowed the erosion of my brain by the chip. I can get along with Johnny in such a harmonious way.
How the car drives to the city center is how to drive back.
Bored souls wandering at night, we sat for a while in Misty’s hut and felt the mysterious witchcraft atmosphere. Takemura bid farewell in advance. He is always incompatible with the city of night. He has a deep hatred and a sinister purpose in his heart. We all understand this kind of person.
Seeing Takemura left, Misty continued the topic she hadn't finished talking in the store: She prepared a drug called pseudotriazine, which could strengthen my connection with Johnny.
"Do you know there is such a person in my head?"
"Lao Wei told me."
"You probably know a lot, Misty."
"I will do my best to help you, v."
"I believe."
Actually I don't believe it.
The thing is very straightforward-I have a rare disease, and my friends, at the same time, prepared two medicines, one to relieve the symptoms and one to strengthen the symptoms.
What a wonderful coincidence.
I am just sure that this is another program joke.
"Life is short."
What Johnny said ~EbookFREE.me~ I totally agree, all right. Because this is a correct nonsense. No one can feel the thing of death, it's like walking on a highway with a vehicle coming from behind. Its light stretches your shadow, and as death gets closer, your shadow comes more and more. The longer and sparse.
"I mean, since there's nothing to do now, let's go clubbing, drink six bottles of whiskey, knock two and a half bottles of amphetamines, lick a little lsd, how about it?"
Not great, Johnny, you know I don’t like that kind of place.
"Aren't you afraid?"
"What are you afraid of?"
"Death." He swallowed a cloud of numbers. "You know that once you let yourself go, that thing will run after you. No matter how hard you try to forget, you can't forget it."
"Then don't forget."
"Enough free and easy! Okay, then it's up to you."
listen to me? I don't have any comments, and all I want to do now is to go back to my kennel to sleep.
With the window open, the sparse neon lights of the night city and the spotlights of the floating car cast large bright spots in the room. I hid in the corner of the bed and watched the light flowing on the floor.
Johnny was right, death was really chasing me. I almost feel physical discomfort for fear of death.
"Come and get a drink." Johnny really brought a bottle of whiskey over.
I was taken aback, because the bottle of wine was not a false electronic projection.
"how did you do that?"
"Shall I pour you wine? My lady?" Johnny's silver robotic arm was holding the glass, metal reflections and electronic mosaics flowing on the glass wall, "A drunk and a thousand sorrows."
"Ok."
So I drank it all, and after a cup, it was another cup. In the end, I only remembered the endless silver reflections and electronic cloud of smoke flashing on the inner wall of a glass as high as a mountain.