Indescribable cyberpunk

“If we don’t fight for ourselves, who will help us!”

"Brothers and sisters, we should stand up and win a better future for our next generation!"

"What are you waiting for? Are you willing to stay in this garbage dump for the rest of your life?"

With an extremely crude crate, a small loudspeaker with a handle taped to it, and a few decent banners, a small promotional station was built.

The young man stood on the side of the street, shouting at the top of his lungs. Beside him, there were several companions in formal attire who were constantly handing out flyers to passers-by.

Unfortunately, this is Community No. 37.

Their activity seems to be in another world. The most eager response from passers-by is to politely take the flyers, scrape off the mud on the heels and edges with a hard edge, and then stuff it aside casually. trash can.

"Ahem~"

His throat was so dry that he felt sore when he coughed. The young man finally left the crate, turned his back to the crowd, leaned against the door of a convenience store on the street, and drank water.

"Kevin, we still haven't been able to develop a member today. This is Pipa sugar water to moisten your throat."

A round-faced girl wearing a rustic beige sweater and a ponytail squatted down next to him, handed over a bottle of drink, and whispered.

"This is normal. From the beginning, I knew that the road we were going to take was very difficult. People in the lower-class communities ignored us because they thought we could not succeed. These people are actually capable."

Burying his depression deep in his heart, the young man named Kevin looked at the dying purple-red afterglow in the obscure sky in the distance, forced a smile on his face, raised his hand and pointed at the crowd on the street,

"As long as we unite them, we may get the opportunity to negotiate with the government. Regardless of success or failure, they will improve the living environment of the underlying communities to a certain extent in order to calm public opinion. And as long as there is this first time, our The idea will be accepted and everything will be fine then!”

"Well, we will definitely succeed!"

The girl obviously trusted Kevin, clenching her fists and waving. Several companions nearby turned around, with smiles on their sweaty faces.

"Let's go here today. It will get dark soon. I know everyone has part-time jobs at night. Activities are activities. Life is the first priority."

Putting the loudspeaker in his hand into his backpack, saying goodbye to everyone, he turned on his phone to check the time and the message from the store manager on "TALK".

Kevin actually had a job, working as a waiter in a pub in Community No. 35. He had to go back and change clothes quickly.

The drink in his hand was quickly consumed due to thirst. He walked around a corner and prepared to throw the empty bottle into the trash can.

His eyes subconsciously glanced at the mouth of the trash can. The hand holding the empty bottle just reached out, but stopped halfway.

There was a man lying behind the old trash can.

Somewhat surprised, he went around to check, and saw a man leaning against the trash can, his face flushed.

"gentlemen?"

After shouting, there was no response from the other party. Kevin squatted down to confirm his condition and put his fingers under his nose, still feeling a slight heat.

The man who looked like a drunkard a second ago suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed his hand and growled: "Help me. Help me!"

Subconsciously, he wanted to break free from the other party's entanglement, but the strength of the man in front of him was beyond Kevin's imagination. Those two hands were like two iron pliers, tightly restricting him.

"Hey, I can help you contact the hospital. Can you let me go before that?"

He raised his phone and waved it in front of the man's face. The stinging pain in his arm was unbearable.

Ugh~

Suddenly retching, a ball of dark red turbid liquid just vomited out of the man's mouth.

Kevin was caught off guard and suffered an immediate disaster. Before he could react, his face was covered in paste, and a pungent fishy smell filled his nostrils.

A normal person would definitely fall into a sluggish state immediately when encountering this kind of situation, and Kevin was no exception.

By the time he reacted, the man in front of him had already struggled to get up and ran towards the other side of the street. At this time, he was naturally not in the mood to catch up again. All he could think about was finding a place to clean the dirt on his face. Sewage.

Fortunately, this place is not a remote place. There is a shop behind me. I rushed in and asked where the toilet was, then ran inside regardless, locked the door and started washing my face.

Holding the sink with both hands, he turned his face and put his head under the water column. The cold water washed over his cheeks. He suppressed the discomfort until the pungent smell dissipated before he stood up and opened his eyes.

The mirror with its corners taped to the wall with wide yellow-brown tape reflects the young man's face.

Two blood stains hung from the nostrils, dripping on the edge of the sink, and several blood flowers bloomed!

"Is it because the water is too cold?"

He raised his head to stop the nosebleed from flowing further, took his backpack in front of him, took out a pack of tissues from the compartment on the right side, crumpled it into two paper rolls and plugged his nostrils.

My throat suddenly felt itchy.

Ahem!

A particularly loud cough.

The young man's expression suddenly turned pale, because he saw the mirror full of blood. The blood was dripping along the smooth mirror to the edge of the sink, and then gradually slipped in, looking like scattered blood streaks.

Like a big net, catching his heart.

"Fighting for the rights of the people at the bottom, unity is strength?"

There was a voice behind him, and Kevin turned his head hurriedly. What he saw was a middle-aged man with gray hair, holding a leaflet of theirs in his hand.

He probably left it outside when he hurried in just now.

Kevin noticed that he was holding a pair of gloves in his left hand, with dark red liquid dripping from them.

"Young man, your ideals are very good, and I admire you very much."

The middle-aged man shook the leaflet casually and looked at Kevin with eyes full of approval.

"A few years ago, my thoughts were not much different from yours. Our situation at that time was much better than yours now. The parade went smoothly, everyone was united, and victory was close at hand. It was a wonderful feeling. If possible, I hope Stay in that time for the rest of your life.”

As if he was reminded of his past, the middle-aged man's face was full of memories.

There was no kindness in Kevin's eyes from such a gesture, and all he could think about now was how to get out of here.

The dark red blood in the sink is so dazzling!

He kept moving towards the door of the toilet. He reached the door in a few steps, raised his hands to cover the lower half of his face, and turned sideways to squeeze through.

"I thought you would want to know how we failed. That would provide you with a lot of experience, wouldn't it?"

"I'm sorry, I really want to have a long chat with you, but there are some special circumstances and I have to leave first."

As he spoke, he stepped around the middle-aged man and walked towards the door of the shop without stopping.

However, before he could take a few steps out, his legs could no longer move forward, his eyes widened, and the arms holding his backpack were tightened repeatedly due to excessive tension.

The few remaining purple-red rays of the setting sun fell on the dark shops.

Lying on the floor were the shop owner and the "drunkard" he saw outside just now, their limbs twisted in strange ways.

The dark red blood that was constantly leaking out from under the two bodies had a disgusting color.

cough! Well!

Covering his mouth, the nausea caused his stomach to twitch. Kevin half-bowed and covered his mouth subconsciously.

"If you want to achieve something, you have to make sacrifices. This is very important. If you want to let others know your determination, you will never succeed by relying on your words. You have to have the attitude you should have. This is my attitude. What do you think? ?”

Putting on his gloves again, the middle-aged man looked at the frightened and bewildered young man, stepped forward and patted his back, and said warmly,

"Imagine what it would be like if this scene appeared on the streets outside. Will those people still ignore you like they did just now? No, they will feel fear and then be in awe of your ability."

Kevin disagrees with the sudden appearance of the murderer and is disgusted by it from the bottom of his heart.

But at the same time, his mind was falling into some weird trance.

He fell to his knees weakly, and in the haze, some murmurs came from all directions.

After a while, this sound came from his body again.

The colors in front of me are getting thicker and thicker, like a ball of paint that has been muddied in water, chaotic and disorderly.

"Use your brain and think about it again. If scenes like this appear everywhere in lower-class communities, who can ignore what is happening here?"

"Everyone will see your determination, whether they are passers-by outside or those who claim to be new humans but are filled with evil desires inside."

"At that time, your opinions will not be ignored and you will have respect from everyone."

The middle-aged man's voice was like a devil's whisper, constantly destroying the young man's will. The latter's spirit, which was already on the verge of collapse, was even more shaky at this time.

"what on earth do you want!"

Kevin gritted his teeth, veins popped out on his forehead, and blushed as he questioned the person behind him.

"I just want you to join us. As I said just now, I appreciate young people like you. The cause that my companions and I are working on needs fresh blood like you."

The middle-aged man half-crouched in front of Kevin, holding his knees with his hands, and spoke in an unhurried voice,

"As long as you are willing to help me, you will find that everything is different. Relax, don't you think your persistence is unfortunate?"

"I promise to join you, can you take me to the hospital first?"

Rather than struggling with the question of whether to join the other party, Kevin needs the help of a doctor more. The remaining reason prompts him to compromise with the people in front of him.

"So you agree?"

He seemed to care about Kevin's attitude.

"Yes, I agree. We are companions now. You should send me to the hospital!"

At this time, Kevin couldn't care less.

"Why do you want to go to the hospital?"

The middle-aged man's tone was very confused.

"I feel dizzy and something is wrong with my body."

"Don't worry, this is just a small test for you to join us. Just get over it."

After getting the answer he wanted, the middle-aged man patted Kevin on the shoulder, as if something suddenly occurred to him, and glanced at the body of the "drunkard" next to him.

"Since you have agreed to join us, I have a task here, which is very easy for you. To be precise, this task must be done by you."

"What?"

"You will know later. This 'knowing' process will take about one to two hours."

After the words fell, the middle-aged man turned around and walked to the door of the shop. While closing the sliding door, he picked up the iron hook leaning against the corner and prepared to pull down the outer iron rolling shutter door as well. He looked at the people inside who were trying to climb toward the door. The young man paused for a moment, leaned forward, pressed his forehead against the translucent sliding door, and whispered,

"If you want something to happen, someone has to sacrifice. It's true. The only pity is that I don't want to sacrifice yet. So you promised to help me before, but you can't go back on it now!"