Cyberpunk 2074: Shadows of the Past

The sun is setting.

The lights in the corridor couldn't wait to be lit, but they flickered on and off.

She glanced at the flashing lights above her head and sighed softly.

"Zhang Xian'an, are you there?" She knocked lightly on the wooden door in front of her, but there was no response from the man.

In terms of personal character in private, she could without hesitation despise Zhang Xian'an as a scumbag and pin all despicable and filthy titles on his head.

But purely from the perspective of employees and bosses, Ahn Hyun-won has to admit that this person is indeed a boss who is often addicted to work.

Like now, she had often encountered situations where Zhang Xian'an was busy with work and had no time to respond, so she didn't push her too much.

Tomorrow is the New Year. As one of the most important festivals in South Korea, the elders of the Zhang family still attach great importance to it and have repeatedly emphasized that they must go home to celebrate the New Year and worship their ancestors.

As for her personal opinion, it didn't matter.

As the eldest daughter of An, who has been reduced to a vassal, she has no right to say no to the huge Zhang family.

The cat-and-mouse game between the two of them for so many years may also come to an end.

"Hey, Zhang Xian'an!"

Ten minutes passed, but still no one responded.

This is far longer than the waiting time in the past.

She frowned, her emotions that had just calmed down surged again.

"Your old man wants you to go home for the New Year! Hello? Say something back!"

She hammered the wooden door hard several times, and the thick structure doubled the force, making her fists ache.

"I understand... you go pack your things first, I'll be back later..."

After a while, his intermittent answer came from the door.

"I know...! (Korean: swear word)" An Xianyuan cursed, turned and left.

It wasn't until it was confirmed that she had left that the thick wooden door slowly opened a gap.

Zhang Xian'an leaned against the door, feeling a little weak under his feet.

Blood fell drop by drop, forming a series of spreading scarlet spots on the floor.

There were no wounds on his body, but blood was constantly seeping out of the pores on his skin.

He had never seen such a strange situation, let alone appeared on himself.

"Hello? Mr. Paul! Excuse me..." He collapsed weakly in a pool of blood, and finally dialed the call for help.

"It's not good to be too stubborn, Mr. Zhang Xian'an." Paul on the other end of the phone sighed quietly after hearing the whole story, "Even so, are you still unwilling to let her see your vulnerability?"

"I don't dare, Mr. Paul. If she knew about it, she would definitely kill me immediately..." According to the method Paul said, he took out the blue medicine from his blood-stained pocket and swallowed it wholeheartedly. Swallow it down.

"After you come back after the New Year, let's talk about your failed plan." Paul said understandingly, but his tone was a little cold.

"Okay..." Zhang Xian'an smiled bitterly. After feeling that his body was no longer bleeding, he breathed a sigh of relief.

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The four grand movements were played slowly and firmly, and finally, the last golden note fell.

Melissa opened her eyes, but her mind was still immersed in the shocking and magnificent music just now, and she couldn't come back to her senses for a long time.

Rottweiler is a little better, but the corners of his eyes are a little red.

"Rowena? We..." Melissa gently held Rowena's hand. She was about to say something, but was interrupted by a miserable scream from behind.

People were all attracted by the piercing cry, and they all wanted to find out who dared to make such a blasphemous noise to disrupt the solemn public funeral ceremony.

Xi Da and Lucy also opened their eyes and looked in the direction of the sound.

The source of the sound was a woman wearing a black robe.

At this time, she was covering her mouth and pointing at the man beside her who had fallen down at an unknown time. Her half-exposed face was filled with fear and uneasiness.

"Someone died!"

There were several whispers among the crowd.

A man wearing sunglasses was lying on the ground, his face could not be seen, and there was a shallow pool of blood under his body.

"What happened?"

There were several similar murmurs among the crowd.

The scene became turbulent. People who knew the truth were anxious and pushing to get out of their seats and run away; people who didn't know why were still reaching for their necks, even left their seats, and squeezed in curiously.

Chaotic and noisy.

It was as if the believers who were devoutly watching the ceremony just now were sacrificed by Satan in the blink of an eye and replaced by devils from hell who did no evil.

Now no one cared about the so-called public funeral ceremony.

Either in order to protect themselves, they are tired of running for their lives; or in order to satisfy their selfish desires, they act recklessly.

Yahweh frowned slightly and gently grabbed the hand of the girl next to him.

The church's security personnel had arrived in full force, intending to suppress the sudden commotion.

"Their sacrifices were meaningless... Stupid people are always stupid..." Lucy whispered.

Xida didn't say anything, but just squeezed Yahweh's slightly cold hand.

"Let's go." Yahweh sighed, protected the two of them, and quietly passed through the surging crowd, walking outside the church.

"You seem to be a little regretful... What are you regretting?" Lucy looked at the look on his face and asked curiously.

"You think it's too noisy. Did you know you wouldn't come?" Xi Ta guessed, and received a half-nod, half-shak answer from him.

"Just now..." Yahweh paused for a moment, trying to organize the appropriate words, "Someone threw something... similar to an electronic virus into the church... It was the man wearing sunglasses..."

"You secretly rescued them?" Lucy raised her eyebrows slightly. She had never heard this new word before.

"Unfortunately, the results are somewhat different from what I imagined...these people are worse than the worst I imagined..." Yahweh sighed depressingly.

"Just think of it as saving me and Lucy." Xi Da blinked, "Doesn't this make me feel much better..."

"Although I don't quite understand, you did nothing wrong anyway..." Lucy added lightly, "By the way, you can let me go...we have already come out of the church."

"It doesn't matter if I hold you for a while longer..." Xi Da snorted and pinched her boyfriend's palm slightly.

Yahweh shook his head and laughed, deleting all irrelevant emotions from his mind.

"Let's go..." He glanced at the sun that was about to set completely.

The slanted light retreated little by little as they moved forward, as if they were avoiding something.

"Hello? V? Are you free tonight? ...eating hot pot?" Xi Da grabbed Yawei and answered the call from his friend.

"I'm free!" Lucy saw Xi Tao's inquiring look and was the first to express her stance.

"Can I still refuse?" Yahweh asked, rubbing his girlfriend's head with a faint smile on his lips.

The church behind them was left behind as they talked and laughed, leaving only a noisy and chaotic situation.