Indescribable cyberpunk

The deliberately fixed rattan chairs, the inductive scenery introduction, and the placement of the incense burner.

There is no doubt that this store manager has done evil things to customers many times.

"Wow~ Ordinary glass bottles can't withstand the steel needles shot by this mechanism."

The steel needle was blocked, but the store manager didn't show much panic on his face, but shook his head and said,

"It seems that the mechanics of the underground market are not very reliable. Unless they are prosthetics armed to the neck and back of the head within ten meters, no one can withstand this steel needle. It turns out that this is the third An accident occurred the first time I used it, but it’s not entirely a bad thing. At least I can get a fresh body. Healthy human organs are now a hot commodity.”

"Ha, this is a high-end soda. I bought it for 8 yuan, but what can you do if you are so confident?"

Just as Zhu Jue was about to say something, his body started to shake. He barely managed to stabilize his body by holding on to the wicker chair with both hands.

"Of course I'm confident. You've been staying by my incense burner for so long. The mechanism inside it is not just a steel needle. It's just a gadget that was added later. Judging from your appearance, you should be Asian. What, you guys? Have you forgotten all your ancestors’ things?”

The store manager spoke with a strange dialect accent. He took out a small porcelain jar from the inside of the counter behind the incense burner, took out a brown lump half a knuckle long and put it into the incense burner. The smoke that had become a little thin became much thicker. .

"Can I ask why you attacked me?"

Zhu Jue put the cracked glass bottle with a steel needle inserted into it back on the table, rubbed Feng Chime's forehead, took out the coins, and said with the prayer coupon,

"Is it because of these two things, or is it the silver pot on the table?"

"You have a good physique. If you pass the physical examination, selling your organs will allow me to earn around 600,000 yuan on the black market. At that time, I will replace you with any number of prosthetic organs as long as I can keep you alive. And this silver pot can Selling treasures worth 1 million federal coins, my antique store relies on this extra money to support itself."

The store manager probably felt that he had finally finished his meal, and his words were relaxed and joyful without any concealment.

"Forget about organ trafficking. Can that thing be sold for 1 million?"

It's not like Zhu Jue hasn't checked the silver pot himself. Its material and the carvings on the pot's body wouldn't fetch such a high price.

"Of course this pot is not worth that much. What is valuable is you who own this pot. As long as I take you there, the money will be paid on the spot. Tsk, idiots are idiots. Don't you know that this form of hypnotic agent will change over time? And gradually go deeper into the body? I originally thought you were going to give it a try, but you turned out to be a brainless waste. I really look down on you. You didn't even call for help, young man. You can't do this in this place. Survive in a dangerous society."

Looking at Zhu Jue who was still standing there with some disappointment, the store manager threw the stun gun and signal jammer behind the counter in a bored manner.

He calculated many situations, but he didn't expect that his opponent was a fool.

This made him feel that his intelligence was insulted.

Only a trace of the sunset was left, reflecting on the plaque hanging on the wall of the store: Children and adults are innocent.

The condition is not bad.

"It seems that the buyer has a close relationship with you?"

Zhu Jue's hand behind his back signaled the wind chime to Zang Yizang, which was still bouncing around, and then asked.

"No, we have never met even once. This news was conveyed to me three months ago. I am not the only one. In Watson District, all the famous antique dealers know how to contact him. You chose to come here for appraisal. These things are like hitting the muzzle of a gun!"

While he was talking, the store manager's eyes fell on the cat behind Zhu Jue. It was still wandering around before, but now it suddenly fell to the ground with its arms and legs spread out, putting on an AWSL look, which made him involuntarily frown. .

In order not to expose the effect of the smoke, he specially found someone to modify the formula. This is a mist that only works on humans!

Moreover, the person in front of him must have been standing for too long after the medicinal mist took effect.

"You're not affected, are you?"

As the store manager spoke, his fingers behind the counter suddenly twitched and he touched a button on the inside of the counter.

Ouch~

A gray velvet paw pressed down on his arm, and the wind chime that was lying on the ground a few seconds ago appeared at the counter without knowing when, calling Zhu Jue softly and looking at him on the other side.

The latter just raised his hand and made a downward movement.

"Hey~ your cat. Ah!!!"

Before the store manager had time to react, a sharp pain suddenly came from the finger pressed by the claws. When he looked over, all he saw was a finger that had been forcibly crushed into a ball of flat meat and a counter full of cracks. On the tabletop, he immediately looked at the inconspicuous little bobcat with a face full of disbelief. This was a specially reinforced counter!

Just like that, was it split open with a claw?

"Wind Chime, actually the action just now was meant for you to hold down his hand and stop him from moving."

Looking at the store manager who was blushing because of the pain, Zhu Jue laughed dumbly. When he saw Feng Chime thinking that he had done something wrong and trying to retract his claws, he continued,

"But it's not a big problem. After all, the consequences won't be much different. This store manager, it seems that you are a big customer behind your back. Maybe you can tell me his contact information. In this way, I can save you a lot of trouble." , such as the energy required to carry me in a coma, the taxi fare, etc. The most important thing is that you can continue to live. A broken finger is ten thousand times better than turning into a corpse."

Although Zhu Jue wanted to pretend to be faint and let the antique shop manager take him directly to the person who was willing to pay millions to buy the silver pot, but the former would obviously empty his body in a real sense before that, so he decided to tell the truth Some.

He left the wicker chair, walked steadily to the counter, took back the silver pot from the store manager's hand, tapped the incense burner next to it and said, "What does it do?"

"It has no effect under normal circumstances, but as long as the internal mechanism is slightly adjusted, people can fall into a coma after inhaling a certain amount. Why don't you faint?"

Even though he was suffering from excruciating pain, the store manager still wanted to know that his invincible secret mist would suddenly become ineffective.

"Mr. Store Manager, you said it was a certain amount. I'm afraid you set the dose for adults. You haven't thought about the physical differences between adults."

Turning the incandescent lamp so that it could completely shine on the store manager's finger, which he estimated would have no chance of recovery other than replacing it with a prosthetic, Zhu Jue said loudly,

"So it's hard for an old guy like you to survive in this dangerous society. Why can't you learn the truth that you clearly know?"

It doesn't feel good to be lectured by someone using the words you just said. However, the store manager opened his mouth, but in the end he couldn't say anything to refute.

Ten p.m

It’s still an antique shop from the old days.

The well-preserved classical record player plays songs with a hoarse texture and vicissitudes of life. The surrounding wall lamps emit a beige warm light, which is reflected on the surrounding antiques, which is really beautiful.

Zhu Jue was lying on a wicker chair, sipping tea, looking at the night view of Watson District outside, shaking his head vaguely, the wind chime huddled in his arms, holding his thighs with four paws, and chewing a piece of beef jerky in his mouth.

"Mr. Zhu, the underground market should be open now. Shall we go down and have a look?"

As the owner of an antique store, even if his fingers were crushed into a ball of flesh, the store manager still put on gloves and continued to serve the customers.

"lead the way."

Zhu Jue raised his head and glanced at the store manager, stood up and said.

According to what the store manager said before, the buyers who wanted to buy the silver pot and its owner's information gave these antique dealers an address in the underground market in Watson District, as long as they had something to gain. Come directly to your door, pay with one hand, and deliver the goods with the other hand.

Zhu Jue naturally wouldn't leave after taking the address. Instead, he stayed at the antique store until now and asked the store manager to take him there in person.

"As long as you lead me to find someone, you will be safe, so you must work hard."

After leaving the building where the antique shop was located, Zhu Jue looked at the people passing by on the street, put his palm on the store manager's shoulder, squeezed it, and said in a deep voice.

"If the other party is not here"

The store manager who had his shoulder pinched subconsciously remembered the pain when his finger was crushed just now, his body trembled, and he turned around and said bitterly.

"Of course I will send you to meet the original owners of the antiques in my shop. Is this answer difficult to guess?"

He increased the strength of his palms and staggered the store manager walking in front. Zhu Jue stated a fact in an understatement.

"Don't worry, even if he's not here, I will try my best to find him!"

That’s all, what else is there to say?

Passing through the door with plastic panels hanging in the alley, Zhu Jue followed the store manager and glanced at the shops on the underground floor.

To the right is the all-red light district. The signs at the door are almost all in an ambiguous pink color, and the people soliciting customers are also scantily clad girls.

On the left side, there are more than a dozen smoky restaurants with dilapidated facades. A dozen sallow-looking people are lying or sitting there, puffing away smoke.

Zhu Jue looked around in surprise. He knew that a place like an underground market must have sex and drugs, but could these few shops be called a market?

Fortunately, the antique store manager did not stop, but led Zhu Jue straight along the corridor, and finally stood in a large elevator at the end of the corridor. The latter's eyes subconsciously looked at the floor display sign on the right side of the door.

Above ground, underground?

"Hey, how come it's only two floors and you can still hear the sound of the subway train?"

When Zhu Jue came over, he thought that the underground market in Shuguang City was similar to the commercial buildings on the ground. It should also be divided into floors. However, the elevator signs in front of him and the faint rumble of the trains in his ears were... Making him frown.

"Is this your first time in Watson District?"

Regarding Zhu Jue's question, the store manager replied with some surprise.

"Does this have anything to do with me going to the underground market?"

"Please forgive my offense. You may not know that we are taking a special train to the underground market. This is a station entrance, and the shops above are just a cover."

The store manager who realized that Zhu Jue was here for the first time immediately understood his doubts and hurriedly explained.

"Is it so high-end?"

What came to Zhu Jue's mind was a subway train traveling vertically downwards.

This device is a bit too curious.