Indescribable cyberpunk

In the hazy and obscure darkness, a ray of light fell from the sky.

The pale yellow light is incompatible with this environment. I want to find the source of the light but can't see where the lamp is.

And where the light shone, a round table with a diameter of about two meters gradually emerged.

It is not the usual wooden table for eating or placing items.

There is a reddish-brown wooden edge around it, and the middle part is a sunken dark green rough leather, with some red and green square marks on it.

There is no doubt that this is a gambling table.

Virtual light waves flashed past, and chips piled up one after another. Most of them were red and black, and occasionally there were some pure gold chips. The style was very exquisite.

Three decks of playing cards were spread out in a fan shape in the center. No one touched them, they just went back and forth to scatter them.

There were footsteps one after another around the gambling table.

A hand covered with gemstone rings first put on the back of the chair on the left, and then a fat man appeared, wearing a robe that looked like the emperor's robe during the European monarchy period, and a crooked crown on his head. Wearing a crown.

He pulled out the chair and sat on it, frowning and moving around until he was barely satisfied.

"Gwen, I don't understand why you want to use this character who feels like he will be dragged to the execution stand at any time. I feel sick just looking at it."

I don’t know when another person appeared on the chair opposite the fat man. He was dressed like a hippie, with dreadlocks on his head and tattoos on almost every part of his body. He was holding a glass of amber whiskey in his hand and spoke hoarsely. Throat makes fun of the fat man known as Gwen.

"In my time, guys like you mostly rolled around in the mud of the manor, just buying goods with clearly marked prices."

Gwen was obviously not easy to get along with. She threw a white handkerchief in front of the other party, which showed a sharp contrast with her skin color and at the same time, she mocked him.

"Hey, saying this can easily destroy our internal unity. This is not a good sign. After all, we are irreplaceable companions."

The girl with a hot figure, wearing a layer of gauze, was half-leaning on the gaming table with a leather whip in her hand. With her eyes moving, she added,

"Bonaparte, I heard something happened over there."

"The arena was destroyed by a monster created by the Ouroboros organization. It was a human experimental site of Ouroboros. In fact, I'm not sure if they created it, because it was a mental pollution monster. According to The sequence currently announced by the Archaeological Association is the lowest-ranked No. 20 known source of mental pollution, the Terror Hunter!"

Mentioning this matter, Bonaparte slapped the table with a somewhat ugly expression, and a light screen flashed in front of him, which played the video of the arena.

If the people in the arena were here, they would be extremely surprised, because this video was intercepted and sealed by them at the first opportunity. In order not to damage the reputation of the arena, they only announced that a challenger had an accident.

"More than the Terror Hunter, I care more about the man who killed it in the arena. He dared to break into the Ouroboros organization's laboratory and yet retreated calmly. Who is he? Gwen, can you find the information? ?”

Directly north of the gambling table, there was a figure stacked in the form of data cubes from bottom to top. The girl who was still posing immediately moved over.

"Larson, male, 32 years old, was born in Community No. 26, Lower City District, Qianfan City. From his resume, I can't find any possibility that he could obtain such powerful power."

Adjusting the crown on her head, Gwen's eyes flashed with data streams, and soon she was recounting Larsen's past experiences as if reading from a manuscript.

"Someone should have assumed his identity in some way. Analyze it from the details. Bonaparte, zoom in on the video. I want to see the weapons in his hands."

His eyes stayed on the video for a few seconds, and the man in a suit spoke again.

"No problem, who made you the boss?"

Raising his eyebrows casually, the video was magnified dozens of times in an instant, and the camera was directly locked on the long knife.

"Mikazuki Taito!"

Before the man could speak, the girl suddenly leaned forward, lying on the gaming table, staring at the video and saying,

"I recognize it. It was in the hands of the owner of Weird Studio five years ago. At that time, many wonderful videos were shot, "Indescribable Series". This is a video that I must watch for my daily entertainment, but that person is not dead. What’s the matter? There was no news after the catastrophe in Yecheng five years ago, and the person in the video actually got his saber."

"I have something else to do, so I'll leave for a while."

Directly south of the gambling table, there was someone who had not sat down. Gwen, Bonaparte, the girl Lilith holding the wine glass, and the man sitting directly north all noticed her, but they all made a tacit understanding and did not interact with her. She spoke.

No one looked at her until she said she was leaving.

Without any explanation, the moment she finished speaking, she had disappeared from the gaming table.

"What happened to her that she suddenly left without saying anything?"

Lilith put her arms around the man's neck and asked softly.

"It's nothing, it's just some old things. The Ouroboros organization's laboratory has been completely destroyed. They won't let it go. Compared with the next day, the devil will make a lot of noise and send people to negotiate with them. We will also We need to prepare for action. Just the bottom community can no longer meet our needs. Industrial Zone 20 must be captured!"

Regarding Lilith's personal temptation, the man didn't even have the intention to glance at the wonderful scenery.

"Your will shall be carried out."

Gwen likes this. Even if he represents a monarch, this kind of conversation that places himself in a subordinate position and has a tone of voice still makes him very happy.

"I know, I'll go back and discuss a plan with the boys down there, and I'll tell you then."

Bonaparte twisted his neck, swaying the dreadlocks on his head from side to side, and his words were full of gangster-style casualness.

It was only from his occasional glances at the throne that awe and obedience could be clearly seen.

…

After leaving the arena, Zhu Jue, who had long returned to his original state, did not leave Community No. 28 directly, but came to the outer streets where he had met Feilin before.

The original intention of this operation was just to capture Butner Gray. Zhu Jue did not expect that there would be so many surprises and twists along the way. Fortunately, the final result was good.

While confirming the connection between the Ouroboros organization and the Zero organization through Bartner Gray's mutation, Zhu Jue also obtained two additional key clues.

One is naturally the information on human experiments in the training room. This part can be handed over to Mozi for inspection after returning. If nothing else, many valuable clues can be found.

The second one was obtained after killing the mental pollution monster that was mutated by Bartner Gray.

He raised his right hand in front of his chest, activated the space ring, and a small light blue vortex appeared in his palm. After a while, a dark red thorn ball the size of a fist appeared in his hand.

Looking at the things in his hands, Zhu Jue couldn't help but recall the situation at that time.

Originally, he was going to leave immediately after giving the mental pollution monster the final blow. However, before it fell, Zhu Jue unexpectedly discovered that its head had undergone a mutation. A large amount of black colloid came from the wound and some disturbing things around the head. Seeping out of the gagging hole.

What's even more weird is that these colloid fluids did not slide away in accordance with the laws of physics, but gathered together as if being pulled by some kind of force, and finally transformed into a state that looked like a bush of thorns to Zhu Jue. This round ball That's where it's found.

The whole process seems complicated, but in fact it only takes a few seconds.

"Why do you think it's so familiar?"

The more he thought about the scene at that time, the more familiar it seemed to Zhu Jue. He frowned and thought, and suddenly used the space ring again.

What was sent this time was a photo.

The crime scene photo sent by Rona, the man whose bones mutated and turned into a tree of thorns!

After staring at the photo for a while, Zhu Jue found that it was very similar to the impression in his mind, except that what appeared in the photo looked like the iconic image of the Thorn Cult, while what grew out of the monster's head was a messy " thorns".

Is there an inside story between the Thorn Cult and Ouroboros that I haven't even thought of?

What is this ball in my hand?

You must know that there are many monsters that are sources of mental pollution that have died in Zhu Jue's hands, but this is the first time he has encountered such a change. If it is said to be something bred by the monster itself, he will not believe it.

"Mr. Agent!"

The sound coming from the entrance of the alleyway interrupted Zhu Jue's thinking. Feilin's little yellow umbrella was easy to recognize. After seeing the former, he rushed over with an extremely forced smile on his face.

I have to say that Feilin is relatively lucky, because he has been waiting for Zhu Jue's call, and because he is not interested in the bloody scenes in the arena, he did not completely focus on the arena and where he stood. The location was also relatively far back. When the escape tunnel behind the arena opened, it was no surprise that he became the first group of people to jump on the slide.

But even so, she was still affected to some extent, and her current mental state was really not normal.

Before Feilin could reach Zhu Jue, a silver-white object was thrown by the latter. Feilin braked suddenly and caught it.

A lighter set with a dark emerald.

"Butner Gray's things should be worth a lot of money. Just think of it as compensation that he was voluntarily given to you. Just apologize. This is something that is impossible for him now."

Zhu Jue noticed Feilin's pale face. As the initiator of the chaos in the arena, he thought about it and threw something over.

"This is my homemade incense. Take it home and light it. It will make your mental state better. Remember to check your hue value. Goodbye!"

After speaking, Zhu Jue left directly. An ordinary person like Feilin would only get into trouble if he got too involved with him.

It was already early in the morning when we returned to the clinic.

Walking on the street at the door, Zhu Jue had changed back to his original appearance.

The lights on the second floor are on, and Motoko should return for a while.

Stopped in front of a vending machine.

Simple operation.

Plop~Plop~

Two muffled sounds came from the bottom of the vending machine. Zhu Jue bent down and reached in, taking out two cans of yogurt with a confused expression.

Glancing at the checkout screen of the vending machine, I saw that I had indeed only bought a can of yogurt.

"Buy one, get one free, or is there a program error?"

Zhu Jue opened a can and took a sip, smacking his lips. Zhu Jue did not struggle with this issue and walked into the clinic muttering,

"What kind of technology city is this? Even a vending machine can go wrong."

There will be another chapter later