Cyberpunk 2074: Shadows of the Past

"Zizzi...serial murderer...can't help but..."

The old radio lay crookedly on the cold ground, making a hoarse and noisy sound painfully from its rusty throat.

Isaac frowned and hit the old antique's iron head hard.

"Zi...Terrorist Mobile Team...Zi...ZiZiZi..."

"*!" Isaac cursed in a low voice and kicked the useless old thing out.

The old-fashioned radio was kicked hard against the wall by the man and shattered into rotten corpses, sparsely scattered on the ground.

"I have to go shopping outside again tomorrow."

Isaac glanced around the alley where he was and said to himself.

This narrow alley in Japan Street is surrounded by several restaurants. No one except rats, insects and Isaac will patronize it.

There are no sheets, no quilts, no toilets, and even no roof. This small place is Isaac's current home.

There were a few worn-out magazines under his body, and he was covered with a few blood-stained coats taken from the dead. He slept here in the open air, lingering and breathing.

Like a bug that hates gods and ghosts, it just lives tenaciously.

"Gu..."

My stomach, which had been hungry for a long time, was moaning feebly.

Isaac licked his lips, climbed over the wall skillfully, and got behind the store of a Japanese restaurant.

Large and small kitchen waste and several large plastic buckets were piled together in a messy manner, exuding a stench of decay.

For Isaac, the taste was a signal of delicious food, a way to survive.

As usual, he lay patiently on the ground until he confirmed that no one was nearby, then he tiptoed away the three bags of garbage. After that, he tiptoed and turned over nimbly.

The happiest time every day is this. Isaac will imagine himself as a brave explorer or treasure hunter, discovering several boxes of unknown treasures on the adventure.

He slowly knelt down and gently placed the three bags of garbage on the ground, as carefully as he was handling priceless and fragile items.

"Goddess of luck, please give me a complete piece of sushi!"

Isaac knelt down in front of the garbage bag, closed his eyes, made random and twisted gestures with his hands in front of his chest, and muttered something in his mouth.

It wasn't until the routine preparations were completed that he opened the garbage bags one by one, stuck his head in, and carefully selected, not letting go of any food that could be eaten.

"Great!"

Isaac shook his fist hard at the air and shouted with joy.

"Two complete pieces of sushi, three pieces of tempura with bite marks, and even half a bottle of still warm Japanese plum wine!"

He counted the delicacies he picked out from the garbage bags one by one as if he had found a treasure, with a happy smile on his face.

This food was enough for him to live happily for three full days.

After all, food is not found in garbage bags every day. Food that can be recycled is usually recycled and reused by stores. Occasionally, a few fish that slip through the net will be able to get a bargain.

I caught a big fish today!

While Isaac was thinking happily, he tore out a few pages from the old magazine he had placed underneath him, carefully wrapped and hid the two pieces of sushi, preparing to save them for later enjoyment.

God seemed to be envious of him, and his saliva was dripping toward the ground.

Isaac was amused by his metaphor, chewing dry and cold tempura slowly in his mouth, and stuffed the remaining two sticks into his chest pocket.

We have to solve the rain problem first.

Fortunately, he had the foresight to prepare large enough plastic rags in advance.

Wrap the left and right corners of the wall with rags, and let the other section hang on the ground. Move all the belongings under the gap, and a small shelter is completed.

Although it is cold and damp, at least you won't be hit directly on the head by merciless raindrops when you sleep.

That's enough.

Isaac breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed on the ground. He put one hand under his head as a pillow. He took out the remaining tempura from his pocket with one hand and put it into his mouth happily, chewing it slowly. .

There was even a half bottle of Japanese plum wine leaning against the wall, waiting for him to taste it.

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"Boss, that serial killer..."

"The reconnaissance department has discovered the clues he left..." Boros knocked on the steel table and said in a deep voice, "Be prepared, the hunting will start at any time."

"Yes! Sir!"

The three shouts echoed neatly in the small safe house, seeming to disturb the old light bulb, causing it to suddenly flicker.

The cold light struck the outline of Boros's cold face one by one, drawing out long and diagonal shadows one after another.

Melissa frowned. She didn't know when, but an unspeakable ominous feeling enveloped her heart, causing her heart to slow down.

"Rowena, New Year is the day after tomorrow. Are you interested in celebrating it together?"

In order to relieve the inexplicable heavy pressure, she asked the woman with short red hair next to her.

"New Year? Do you mean Chinese New Year?"

"New Year? Not with me?" Bit's ears are really sharper than those of a monkey. Melissa just whispered softly, but before she finished speaking, he had already heard her, and now she was leaning her head, trying to squeeze in between them. of communication.

"Who are you ****ing? I'm not familiar with you!" Rowena cursed with a smile and pushed his obscene head back with his hand.

"Ah...you hurt my heart just by saying that...little Nana..."

"You s**t!" Rowena hated to see anyone call her by her nickname, especially a cheap bastard like Bit. At that moment, she started to curse loudly, pushed Bit to the ground, and served him unilaterally with her old fists.

Melissa's eyes widened, and before she could react, the two colleagues had already hit the floor.

But this time, the thunderous voice did not sound for a long time to stop their daily quarrel.

Rowena and Bit turned to look at the man who was sitting still facing the darkness. They looked at each other and tacitly stopped fighting.

Even the previous unstoppable methods failed to attract the captain's attention...

Melissa didn't think too much, she just caught a glimpse of Rowena winking at Bit, and the two of them stood up from the ground, as if nothing had happened.

"Melissa, come out with me." Rowena took Melissa's hand and pulled her out without any explanation.

Bit stayed in the room, and the obscene expression on his face suddenly disappeared without a trace.

"What's wrong?"

It wasn't until the door was closed that Melissa had the chance to ask Rowena, who was behaving a little strangely.

"Nothing...Melissa..." Rowena hesitated for a few seconds, but still did not choose to tell the truth to the rookie who had just started in the industry.