Indescribable cyberpunk

Dirty, cramped

This was Zhu Jue's first impression of this market.

Crude steel buildings with no sense of beauty are scattered throughout this area. They are crowded together, and the gaps cannot even accommodate a person to pass through. Some of the buildings are crooked together, making people involuntarily think of two greasy uncles. There was a disgusting scene of pushing and shoving, and there were all kinds of strange signs hanging outside the building. These were the permanent shops of the black market. They had everything, and the prosthetic modification shop was undoubtedly the most popular among them.

The streets are the most primitive dirt roads, with sewage and garbage everywhere. Except for the permanent shops that occupy a large area alone, this is where rental stalls gather, and rows of shanties are built wantonly on both sides of the road.

With his hands in his pockets, Zhu Jue glanced at the surrounding stalls.

Prosthetic parts, special robots, weapons and equipment, drugs, special props and other things that are simply impossible to find in the regular market can be found everywhere here. Occasionally, you can also encounter "human body products" packed in special cabins in some of these shops. ", I just don't know whether the "goods" inside are dead or alive.

He didn't pay much attention because Zhu Jue didn't think he could change anything.

Crossing the shantytown stalls and arriving at the permanent stall area, the store manager took his mobile phone and looked for the exact location by comparing the address in the information.

"Do you usually send those guests here after you kill them?"

Zhu Jue looked away and asked casually.

"Well, it's true. The black market is very efficient at processing corpses. I only need to take people to a nearby station. I don't need to do any processing at all. They can complete a rough test and come up with a price in about 15 minutes. I can just take the money and leave.”

The store manager thought Zhu Jue was asking him about some situations in the black market, so he thought about it and answered truthfully.

"You made a lot of money, right?"

Zhu Jue suddenly took two steps quickly, put his arm around the store manager's shoulders, and said with a smile,

"Teach me this way. You know, it's very difficult for me as a migrant to make money."

"Actually, it's not much. After all, no one usually comes to places like antique shops, and you can't just kill people on sight. You have to have a choice. The reason I offended you today is because of the silver pot."

Perhaps worried that Zhu Jue might misunderstand something, the store manager clasped his index finger and thumb together and said,

"I don't often break the law. I'm a law-abiding citizen most of the time. I only need to eat occasionally."

"Hey~ don't be so outspoken. Whether you kill or not has nothing to do with me. I've seen a lot of dead people. You know Yecheng, that's where I used to live."

Zhu Jue didn't seem to care at all about the store manager's dark tactics.

"What you are saying is that everyone is struggling for survival, and the existence of the weak is the soil that provides us with nutrients."

The store manager swallowed and felt that the people around him were somewhat reasonable and looked more relaxed. He happened to be close to the location marked on the address at this time, so he raised his hand and pointed to a dilapidated building in front of him and said,

"That's it. You don't have to say anything later. I'm responsible for communication and can also help you get their information."

"It seems that our store manager is very thoughtful. I have another question, have you been here before? I'm worried that there will be trouble if the people inside don't know you."

Passing through a neon sign, the red light reflected on the back of the palm on the store manager's shoulder, where some gravel was spilling out.

Zhu Jue kept smiling, but a coldness began to appear in his eyes.

"I haven't been here before. After all, it's only been three months. The only person I've met who holds a silver pot is you. You don't have to worry about this. They made it very clear. They only recognize things. I'll take your Just take it over and take out the silver pot."

"Oh, that's a good thing. That means no matter if I'm here or not, as long as you're there with the silver pot and tell them my location, you can get paid, right?"

"Yes."

"Okay, let's go to the store manager."

Suddenly stopping, Zhu Jue pressed his palm on the store manager's back and suddenly pushed him into the narrow alleyway on the left. He glanced at his surroundings and saw that no one was approaching.

"Do I really let myself go?"

The store manager who got out of trouble still didn't believe it. He looked back with wide eyes. Did the other party just let him go?

"I asked the store manager to go, not you."

Zhu Jue pursed his lips, with no smile on his face. He rubbed Feng Chime's cheek and said softly.

"I don't quite understand what you mean. You said to ask the store manager to come over. Am I not the store manager?"

The store manager didn't understand the meaning of Zhu Jue's words, but when he raised his hand to point to himself, he found that a ball of gravel had appeared in his hand without knowing when.

Uh~uh~

The sand cocoon formed by the scavenger leaned in the dark alley, and a dull wailing sound came from it.

"The things that happened to the people who were sent here after you fainted are probably not much different from what you are experiencing now, but I don't think you can sell those black hearts for a price, so I might as well feed them to the scavengers. .”

Zhu Jue stood there, watching the sand cocoon gradually shrinking, waiting for the scavenger to roll back and reintegrate into his body.

After a brief blur, another store manager appeared at the entrance of the alley.

"I told you to let the store manager come over, not you."

Putting on the gold-rimmed round glasses sent by the scavenger, Zhu Jue smoothed the short blond hair on his head, picked up the other party's phone, and unlocked it with his fingerprint as expected.

Walking into the iron-clad building in front, Zhu Jue frowned at the dim colored lights and the various debris piled up in the dilapidated corridors. He stepped over several garbage bags and looked at the closed doors one after another.

It’s not all shops here, there seem to be some aborigines from the Pacifica area.

Sense the silent unfolding and examine your surroundings.

There seemed to be people in every room, so Zhu Jue touched his nose in confusion.

Anyone else like to live next to the black market?

The room at the address arrived quickly. Zhu Jue looked at the office sign outside and wanted to ring the doorbell, but found that there was no "high-tech" thing like a doorbell in the room here. He could only curl his fingers and knock on the door. .

"Wind Chime, please help me pay attention to the surrounding situation outside. If you find anything, call me."

Taking advantage of the opportunity for the other party to open the door, Zhu Jue whispered to the wind chime on his shoulder. The latter rubbed Zhu Jue's cheek, turned around, jumped to the iron frame outside the window, and found a relatively clean place to crawl.

Zhiqua~

"Is there a problem?"

A woman in a black formal dress stuck her head out and asked.

"I heard that you're taking 1 million for this thing?"

Taking out the silver pot and shaking it in front of the other party, Zhu Jue directly stated his intention.

When the woman saw what Zhu Jue was holding, her expression froze, and she immediately turned her head and asked for instructions: "Boss, a new customer has arrived."

"again?"

Zhu Jue asked with some confusion. Does the other party's reaction mean that he is not the only one coming tonight?

"Invite him in."

A rich male voice came from inside the house, and the woman immediately opened the door and motioned for Zhu Jue to come in.

The decoration of this office hidden near the black market is not as dirty as it looks from the outside. Although it is not very exquisite, it can be regarded as a normal office.

Walking into the house through the corridor at the front door, Zhu Jue immediately saw the people sitting on both sides of the sofa in the middle of the room and several silver pots placed on the low table.

Zhu Jue subconsciously glanced at the silver pot in his hand.

Did this thing turn out to be such a common thing?

"Sit wherever you like over there. I'll look at what you have after I finish the appraisal here."

The man sitting on the sofa on the left raised his hand and pointed to the seats on the other side of the room.

There were already three people sitting there, and when Zhu Jue turned his eyes to them, they were also looking at Zhu Jue.

The current situation is undoubtedly a bit beyond Zhu Jue's expectations. Before coming here, he thought that objects involving other dimensions like this were always very rare. Even if there were, many people would hide them in order to keep them secret. As a result, here At first glance, there are actually a lot of people selling things.

"Are you here to sell this too?"

Sitting at the back according to the seating arrangement, Zhu Jue talked to a middle-aged man next to him who looked sallow and thin, as if he had some serious illness.

"Of course, one million, who wouldn't want to sell it?"

Even on this sultry summer night, the man who was still wearing a black coat and wrapping his body tightly first glanced at the silver pot in Zhu Jue's hand, and then said,

"Friend, this one in your hand looks real. Where did you get it?"

"What's real and fake? Do you even accept fake ones here?"

Zhu Juezheng looked at the deal being discussed over there in confusion. After hearing the middle-aged man's words, he thought of the reason. He blinked and pretended to be angry after the secret was discovered.

"This is the real deal. I caught a young man and took it from him."

Zhu Jue naturally said this deliberately. Although the product in his hand was indeed genuine, putting on such an appearance at this time could make the few eavesdropping people nearby think that he was a fake and relax their vigilance.

"I don't believe it. Look at the pots in the hands of those guys. As an antique dealer, I can tell at a glance that I found someone in a small workshop to imitate them. I took it to my door and sold it for 1 million. Those people are just a bunch of people who are nothing short of mentally retarded. Hospital certified idiot.”

The middle-aged man didn't pay much attention to Zhu Jue's words. He lowered his voice and pointed at the two parties talking about the transaction over there.

While the two were talking, the two groups of people on the sofa seemed to have a quarrel. It was obvious that the people in the office were not taken advantage of, and they easily recognized the fakes. Naturally, the people who came to the door on the other side refused to say anything. He said it was genuine, and he also said how much effort he put into finding this "treasure" and so on.

Their general idea is very simple. If they don't want to give one million or more, they still have to show some understanding, right?

Otherwise, this matter won’t be over tonight!

This is relied on.

While they were arguing in the office, in the room separated by two walls, several computers and some instruments were working non-stop.

"Sir, we found a second suspicious item!"

Someone was sitting in front of the computer to report the situation, and the picture on the screen was the silver pot held in Zhu Jue's hand.