Break Through the Steam Game Library

"You are drunk again. How many times is today?"

Don't bother me, Johnny, let me rest.

"I'm not Johnny."

Someone is playing with the watch cover, click, click, open the cover and close it again, click, click. I have no energy right now, and I can't open my eyes.

"Don't sleep. Get up."

I am not familiar with this person's voice. At first I thought it was Lu Zongping, but I knew his voice very well, not like this. In fact, it's not like Johnny, but I thought that only Johnny would bother me so much.

"who are you?"

When I asked this sentence, my eyesight disappeared.

But I saw that person.

Man with red hair and golden lip studs. I know this person, he is, and it is me.

"I'm dreaming?"

"You don't seem to welcome me." The man sat on the matrix projection, imitating the shape of a meditator, staring at the pocket watch in his hand. It was a gift from Lu Zongping.

"You are fake."

The man came over and grabbed my collar. It was strange, and he had such a real touch when dreaming, "Why don't you complete the task! You should complete the task! Let Night City end its mission!"

"I hate others for forcing me to do things. If you are me, you should know it."

"Then you are willing to be rotten here? How does it feel to be a virtual character? You can't stand it. Look at you, if you don't have two hundred milliliters of alcohol in your blood, you can't sleep at all. This kind of life is still possible. How long? To the people around, time seems to have not moved, and you have been tortured countless times on the same day. Can you really endure all this?"

Fuck you, "What's your business? Isn't it good for me to be free? Don't pretend to persuade me here."

"I know what you are afraid of. You feel that if you do not promote the plot, future suffering and tragedy will not happen, but this is not a good way. The plot is like a slow-moving glacier. You can pretend to be hiding in a wooden shed. It doesn’t exist, but when it overwhelms you, it’s too late."

"Who are you? My fantasy, or the embodiment of the plot?"

"I am you."

impossible. "I don’t accept this kind of argument. How could someone run out for nothing and tell me these things? There must be a reason for your presence. If you think this can make me fooled, it would be too stupid for me to be fooled. . Tell me the truth, who instructed you to come, the plot, the player, or some other power that brought you to me. You want me to feel that all of this is the enlightenment of my own dreams. Fuck off, hang a hundred **** in front of me, I won’t accept this, everyone be honest, it’s not the first day to be gangsters, if you are me, we know the bottom line, If you are not me, then I will never listen to your arrangements."

"Jack." The man suddenly called the person's name, but it sounded more like a priest reading the obituary of the deceased, "Jack is dead."

"what did you say?"

"In my world, Jack is dead."

"Oh, it's unfortunate, it's a pity that Jack didn't die in my world."

"You know the columbarium. In the North Oak District, the living people arrange a place for the bones of the deceased, just like a chest of drawers. After death, everyone has only such a small place, the size of small boxes. Stacked together. It’s really disgusting to watch. You can go and take a look, go in from the front, walk in, and look to the right along the way. In the third row, there is the niche of Lucius Lane, the dead mayor, and his epitaph. Ming is a great man with a heart for the people. But in fact we all know that he is not. So go ahead."

Keep going inside.

At the fourth row of columbarium niches.

one two three four five six

Seven, the seventh column is counted from right to left, and the seventh row is counted from bottom to top.

The projection screen of the spiritual position is on, the icon of the Valentino Gang and the double guns, and then the epitaph.

"Jack Wells

"Sleep well, dear prince."

Fuck.

Johnny said, "Scream if you want to scold someone, and I will take you back to the apartment." When he said this, he was sitting on the top of the columbarium, like sitting on the throne of the dead.

I don't want to curse.

I just feel sick.

Jack doesn't know the news of his death yet. He was having a good drink with me yesterday, and we are going to do business together, being a big man, a distinguished guest in the next life nightclub, and everyone there likes us. If that Jack is real, whose ashes are in the niche in front of me?

Another Jack, of course. I am mentally prepared for this. After all, this game must have been restarted, not every time, I can save Jack. my buddy. However, I still can't understand. Obviously in this world, Jack is still alive.

Johnny, let's go.

"Are you planning?"

"Yes, let's finish the plot."

"Why suddenly changed your mind? Because of that strange dream? Don't believe that person, even if he is you in another world. You are not ready yet!"

"Okay, Johnny, you and I understand it from the bottom of my heart. We will finish the plot one day. It's like a man dies."

"Then you should also wait until you have enjoyed your life before you go to die!"

"I'm not a human being, I'm just a slave, Johnny. The Night City is just so big, I can't get out, time doesn't go, the friends around, the enemies, they are all stupid, and You, you don’t even have a body, and haunt me like a ghost. In the morning, I was woken up by **** chip pains. At night I fell asleep by drinking, wandering around the streets all day, doing some homicide and theft business. This city and The nausea of ​​its capital has made me a little bit fed up. I really don't think this is life."

"Then go, and be a real rebel. This time, we are not facing a company dog, we are facing the whole world!"

"You can really comfort people. When I think of the ending, I'm really too likely to die. This ending makes me feel sick from the bottom of my heart."

Johnny slowly sighed: Death is a disaster, this is how the gods judged. Otherwise they are already dead.

Aristotle?

Johnny said: No, it's Sappho.

Let us continue the task.

Because of indulgence for too long, I can't remember what I'm going to do for a while.

But to be honest, I am not very willing.

Now I have two clues, one is the missing Evelyn Parker, and the other is Panan Palmer recommended by Rose. My purpose is very simple, is to get rid of the chip. Of course this is the script setting.

To be honest, I am not very interested in the two routes.

I shouldn't continue to deny my goals like this.

If you can calm your mind, isn't this world a playground for a player like me?

Even if the death to be resolved needs to be borne by myself, then what is the so-called.

"Hey, what's your name?" Phanan from the tribe is a healthy woman, her skin darkened like copper by the scorching sun. I don't want to say anything more, and continue to be my mute, anyway, I will always talk to myself.

"Hey! I **** ask you something!"

Johnny laughed loudly, "Have a character! It seems that she is not a simple character!"