Indescribable cyberpunk

The charcoal stove placed in the center of the round table was filled with flames. It was covered with a black-gray iron mesh that had been burned countless times. Several palm-sized boxes wrapped in tinfoil were placed on top, containing various ingredients, including garlic. The sauce mixed with hot pepper is spread all over, and the aroma comes to your face amidst the sound of "sizzling".

Phew~

The lid of the beer drink was opened, and the cold bottle was covered with water droplets. Zhu Jue stuffed a large piece of meat into his mouth, chewed it twice and swallowed it. He raised his neck to take two sips of the wine and let out a low sigh of pleasure.

His eyes turned around the diners around him. Most of them were wearing loose shirts and loose shorts. Three or five people gathered together and talked and laughed loudly.

Turning back to the man in front of him, Zhu Jue frowned and asked, "Lao Fu, why are you hanging out with Xiangfeng Restaurant?"

Zhu Jue wasn't sure whether the term "Yimeng" was still a banned word by local governments five years later, so he changed his words abruptly.

That's right, the person who met Zhu Jue in Shenzhen-Hong Kong District this time was the old man from the repair shop whom he met in the old town in the east of Yecheng a long time ago. Although he hadn't seen him for many years, as far as Zhu Jue's memory was concerned, he was actually the old man from the repair shop. It's been more than half a year, and his appearance hasn't changed much.

Facing the sudden appearance of an old friend, it would be false to say that he was not surprised. Zhu Jue had previously thought whether Fu Yingxiong might have died in the Yecheng disaster five years ago, but looking at his current appearance, It seems to be quite moisturizing.

"Yecheng is gone. My identity and family have been destroyed by those bastard monsters. The federal government will not care about the life and death of an old man like me, and I am a person who does not want to treat myself badly. I happened to see Xiangfeng Restaurant recruiting people. , then go and try it, you should know my skills. I didn’t have much pursuit before, so I opened a repair shop to pass the time. Later, I did pretty well."

He stretched out his fingers to wipe off the green onions on his cheeks, and briefly talked about his experience.

"Oh, bullshit, do you think I'm a fool? A guy who can modify the government order watch works as a repairman in the old eastern city. Do you think you are some kind of master who lives in seclusion in the mountains, let alone want me to help you in a roundabout way? Go get the torso of the monster that is the source of mental pollution. Could it be that those motorcycle engines you repair are all biochemically driven, so you have to install a monster heart?"

Zhu Jue sneered at Fu Yingxiong's explanation. In fact, when he was still in Yecheng, he knew that this old man might not be simple, but he had no interest entanglements. Occasionally, he had to rely on him to help him make some equipment, so he didn't do it deliberately. Just exploring.

"Haha, I haven't seen you in five years, I didn't expect you to still remember me."

I drank half a glass of beer with some embarrassment, and then said,

"I admit, I was cooperating with Xiangfeng Restaurant at that time. It was just cooperation. Later, something happened in Yecheng and I had no place to go, so I chose to join them. After all, in this era, we technicians with almost zero combat effectiveness are still You have to have a backer, otherwise it’s meaningless even if you have a head full of weird ideas but can’t even buy a few glass beakers.”

"Well, that makes sense."

With the continuous emergence of monsters that are sources of mental pollution and the collapse of social order to some extent, people without backers or organizations are undoubtedly the first victims. Even Zhu Jue cannot deny this.

"Since you think what I said makes sense, why don't you come to work for me? I guarantee that the benefits and the harmonious atmosphere of Xiangfeng Restaurant will not disappoint you."

Glancing at Zhu Jue's expression, Fu Yingxiong reluctantly asked, even though he knew in his heart that the possibility was unlikely.

There was no way, the owner of Xiangfeng Restaurant was very optimistic about this young man. After the Rong Xiacheng incident five years ago, his mind was filled with the idea of ​​making him a member of the restaurant.

"I am now the consultant of the Shuguang City Archaeological Association. My mentor is a highly respected archeology professor. I am also a member of the upper class. I sit in the office every day, drinking drinks and singing. You asked me to give up this status and work in a restaurant. ,is it possible?"

Rolling his eyes, Zhu Jue asked angrily.

"Advisor of the Archaeological Society?"

Fu Yingxiong knew a little about Zhu Jue. When he was in the old eastern city, he had never heard that Zhu Jue had learned this knowledge on his own.

"That professor owes me a favor. Just like what you just said, if you want to gain a foothold in this society, you always have to find a backer for yourself. In fact, I don't care what kind of power you are, all I care about is Have you finished the evolution potion that I asked you to help make?"

Asking about the relationship between Fu Yingxiong and Yimeng was just a subconscious behavior of Zhu Jue. Too lazy to continue to dwell on these topics, Zhu Jue tried to bring the focus of the conversation back to the evolutionary injection.

"Of course, it's been five years since we called. If it weren't for the things you did in Rongxia City that made us accept your favor, Chen Qing might have just hung up."

He moved his butt back, causing the plastic chair underneath to creak and rub against the ground. Just when Zhu Jue thought Fu Yingxiong was about to take something out, he saw Fu Ying slowly take out a crumpled bag from the pocket of his shorts. group of black plastic bags.

"You put the medicine in this plastic bag?"

Watching Fu Yingxiong open the plastic bag and throw it on the table like two pieces of pig head meat, Zhu Jue looked at the three potions inside and asked with a ridiculous face.

"If I was carrying a delicate suitcase, do you think I could sit here and have barbecue with you easily?"

He pouted and nodded at several tattooed men with bare arms nearby, and then said,

"When I came here, people told me that there was a potential gang problem in Shenzhen-Hong Kong area, and the security was not very good. I was powerless, so I couldn't do anything if I didn't take some protective measures."

"Okay, if nothing happens, I'll go back."

After crumpling the plastic bag and stuffing it into his pocket, Zhu Jue stood up and prepared to leave.

"Hey~ don't leave in a hurry. It's hard to meet old friends. Let's stay and play for a while. Let's catch up on old times."

Fu Yingxiong took Zhu Jue's wrist. He came to see the latter not just to deliver something, but Yi Meng couldn't even find a reliable deliveryman.

"Reminiscing about old times. What are you telling me about?"

By this time, Zhu Jue naturally guessed that the hero had something to do with him. With his temperament, he naturally found it troublesome, so he got up and left.

"There are many things that can be described, such as the subsequent changes in the eastern old city, such as the great disaster in Yecheng five years ago. I remember that the people from 'Zero' mocked your studio in front of the entire city. During that time Public opinion, tsk tsk tsk. In the past five years, Weird Studio’s videos have never appeared again. To be honest, with your character, you shouldn’t have been hiding at that time, right?”

After drinking the remaining half glass of beer, Fu Yingxiong grinned and said with a slightly teasing tone.

Although he has not known Zhu Jue for a long time, he has also paid attention to the situation of Weird Studio through Yimeng. It was Zhu Jue's hard work, but this hard work was destroyed after the Yecheng Catastrophe five years ago. Yu Yiyi, he didn't believe that Zhu Jue didn't hate "Zero"!

He had the right idea.

Zhu Jue, who was about to leave, sat down again, but his posture was no longer as lazy as before. Instead, he narrowed his eyes slightly, looked directly at Fu Yingxiong, and said in a deep voice: "You'd better tell something that interests me. Otherwise, at this time of year, the water in the river behind me would be very fast!"

Weird Studio, this is the knot that has stayed in Zhu Jue’s heart since he learned everything when he returned from Greenland.

Perhaps for Li Qinglian and Wu Tong, Weird Studio is their workplace and their hard work, but for Zhu Jue, it can be described by more than just "hard work".

Weird Studio allowed Zhu Jue, a past soul wandering in Ye City, to find a sense of belonging for the first time, and it was undoubtedly one of the few things he cared about in the world.

When I wake up from sleep, my studio is gone, my friends are gone, the barely familiar city has been reduced to rubble, and even my own existence has been wiped out, and I have to register for a new citizenship certificate.

There is nothing to say. The people in the "Zero" organization, especially those who appeared in Yecheng back then, have long been on Zhu Jue's must-kill list!

"Are you sure you want to say it here?"

Fu Yingxiong was quite satisfied with Zhu Jue's reaction. He raised his finger and pointed to the riverbank dam in the distance, and then said,

"How about we go over there and talk. If I can't tell you why, I won't need you to do anything. I'll jump down by myself. Whether it's a two-and-a-half-turn in the air or three or five backflips, the posture is up to you."

"It's just that you're an old man. If you can come back after going down, you win."

Zhu Jue turned around and leaned on the table, looking at the river embankment in Shenzhen-Hong Kong District. Feng Chime had already rushed out uncontrollably, not forgetting to hold a piece of steak in his mouth.

The embankment on the river bank is not a vertical stone wall, but a rocky beach with an inclined angle. Zhu Jue and Fu Yingxiong packed more than a dozen meals, and the former carried a small half box of drinks and wandered over.

It was almost night at this time, and the oncoming river breeze was much refreshing. The orange-red afterglow at dusk shone on the river bank. In the distance, ferries were coming and going on the river. Occasionally, there were a few rumbles. Nearby, there were a few people on their shoulders. Children carrying a bamboo pole and a plastic bucket in their hands ran past, playing with each other. They must have just returned from fishing nearby.

In Shenzhen-Hong Kong District, most people's lives are still stuck in the same state a hundred years ago. This should be a sad thing, but in Zhu Jue's view, it is inexplicably nostalgic. Originally, because of the mention of Weird Studio, My somewhat irritable mood improved a lot.

When he got closer, Zhu Jue suddenly noticed another figure appearing in the rocky beach in the direction where Fu Yingxiong led him.

She was sitting on the embankment with her back to this side, her posture upright, and she didn't look like a passerby taking a rest at all.

Stereotyped and boring.