Cyber ​​psychosis is my girlfriend

Mowell looked down at him, there was no other emotion in his eyes, only a coldness as hard as iron.

This poor scum, if you want to say that he is bad, he is not bad enough, goodness is wrapped in treachery and filth.But to say that he is a good person is far from enough, at least he must have his share of the one-way ticket to hell.

"She was taken by two hunks from a Mewtwo studio! I don't know who they are!"

Seeing that his own life was in danger, Brother Finger's voice was a little broken, and he had never confided the truth so neatly.

"specific information!"

Mowell fired another shot a centimeter below his crotch.

"He, he, they mentioned a Chaomeng, saying that there is a skeleton moth in it! Said that she is very suitable for that moth!"

That was all he knew, nothing more.

"I'm going out, to catch my breath."

There was a tremor in Judy's voice, her expression management was a little out of control, and she turned around and left.

On the ground, Brother Finger looked like a distressed goblin in distress, with two deep-set eyes full of humble fear.

But the center of the black muzzle never left his head.

Mowell looked at Rocky.

The life and death of this crooked scum is in Luo Qi's hands.

"It's best not to let me come to this place again." Luo Qi stared at him with a look of death.

Then Mowell put the safety on the gun under Brother Finger's terrified gaze, and walked out with Luo Qi one after the other.

"Tch, bah! Asqueroso! (Disgusting!)"

Jack hated this kind of garbage from the bottom of his heart.

After spitting, he strode out the door with a heavy back.

In this place where even breathing made one's stomach sick, there was only Brother Finger sitting slumped on the ground, panting miserably.

Chapter 36 Deep Fried Skeleton Hawk Moth

Outside the door, Judy leaned on the rusty guardrail alone, regretting again and again.

"It was I who asked her to go back to Genting. If I had known this, I should have stopped her."

"Don't worry, she will be found, I have a hunch."

V walked to her side and leaned on it too.

"Find what? Find her ravaged body?"

Judy looked up tired and haggard eyes, regret written all over them.

She buried her head deeply between her arms and looked at the ground, a little dazed.

"Hey! Can you cheer up! Are you giving up?"

V raises the volume.

Standing in the back doorway was the tall, burly Jack, who shrugged his shoulders back at Rocky.

"No." Her head was still clear, "Heichaomeng is the only clue, what use can it be for?"

"We also know that what we're looking for is related to the skeleton hawkmoth, at least it's a clue."

"I'm not as optimistic as you are, it's just such a thing, it's a fart clue."

Judy turned around, folded her hands on her chest, and frowned uncomfortably.

Her heart was very disturbed, as if countless buzzing flying insects were disturbing her.

"Have you heard of this skeletal hawkmoth before? Any clue, big or small."

The most urgent task is to follow the clues.

It's hard to find here, no matter how slim the hope is, you have to give it a try.

"Do, do this business... In this market, there are all kinds of weird things and weird hobbies. It's as unfathomable as the big pit in the valley, but the packaging of Heichaomeng will always change. Non-stop—it’s not easy to be targeted, it’s not easy to be caught.”

As a first-class Chaomeng editor, Judy is very experienced in the market.

Braindance—that is, Chaomeng, can also be literally translated as "brain dance", which is the most popular entertainment activity in this era.

In the second half of the 21st century, television and video games have been able to digitize a person's physical and mental feelings and transmit the data directly into the observer's nervous system through special enhancements.

The secret to its popularity is not the video component or the audio component, but the fact that it allows the observer to experience a person's emotions, feelings, thoughts, memories, muscle tension, and any senses.

During this time, you are a completely different person.

For many people in Night City, extreme poverty and homelessness are both immediate and inescapable issues.

Despite this, most people still yearn for and indulge in the glamorous entertainment industry and the luxurious lifestyle of the privileged elite.

Chaomeng can make these things that are out of reach of ordinary people within reach.

Some Mewtwo have actors perform in preset situations, thus creating false and "designed" memories, giving the audience an experience as if they were living on the screen.

Some super dream experiences are simply a day-to-day life record of the most famous and dazzling stars, or simply all kinds of low-level fun, or even...

Perverted tastes like Heichaomeng are constantly fermenting in the dark place of the black market in Night City.

Being able to "become" a celebrity and live a life of luxury and luxury is the only way for many people to escape their miserable realities.

So, Mecha experience addiction has become a growing problem for the city's poor.

To put it bluntly, Chaomeng is a super-real version of VR technology.

Any problems and social phenomena encountered by modern media, in the field of Chaomeng, there are only a lot more.

Evelyn was taken by unknown persons to participate in the filming of Black Chaomeng.

Imagine participating in "illegal and immoral" events with nearly 100% authenticity, without any bad criminal records and subject to many conditions, except that you can't do whatever you want, which is actually a kind of "being caught It's arranged to do whatever it wants."

It is not difficult to explain why Heichaomeng is so popular.

"But we have to find out where that shit was recorded. This is the thing we have the most likely to reveal clues in a short time." Luo Qi leaned on the door frame and said with his fingers, "Maybe someone A dark basement, or an abandoned factory area, or an unfinished building? All in all, time waits for no one."

"Yeah, it should be a very quiet and remote place." Judy sighed, glanced at Luo Qi, and then looked at the floor tiles where the bugs were crawling, "But I don't hold out much hope. Such a trail will be left."

"Traces must exist, unless it never happened."

Mowell, who floated out soundlessly like a ghost, said without emotion.

When it comes to finding people, Mowell, who is good at hunting targets, is not just for nothing.

"Today we are lucky. We have the most powerful super dream expert in the city by our side, and we have an extra pair of expert eyes."

V laughed, patting Judy's ass, casually as a way to lift her spirits.

But I didn't expect her to really eat this set, and her tone eased a little.

"Well... your super dream expert does have a better way." She walked a few steps, looking at the stained corridor, "Love Night City—a place where you can see everything on the open and dark nets." domain name."

She hooked her fingers at the big guy and said as she walked.

"The above is simply a hodgepodge, and maybe some useful clues can be found."

"Hmm... I seem to have an idea."

Luo Qi said, attracting everyone's attention.

"I just saw a guy selling black Chaomeng under the bridge hole outside, or underground. Black sunglasses, black coat, it looks like an underground party joint."

He smiled, put his hands on his chest, and stroked his chin.

"Maybe he has what we want, or... can pry something out of his mouth."

"Okay, then Jack and I will search online." V nodded.

"By the way, let me see if I can find anything on the NCP domain." Judy didn't plan to be idle, "Twisting the street, meet me in my car."

Luo Qi and Mowell looked at each other, and then split up with V and Jack.

Returning to the bustling road of Twisting Street, Luo Qi started to worry.

Where did you see it just now?

The terrain here is complicated, illegal expansion can be seen everywhere, and the garbage has become a isolation zone. The area of ​​several hundred meters is full of messy things.How to say it is called "the place where the filth is hidden". Unless the company dispatches a large number of forces to conduct a carpet search, otherwise it will be like a mouse getting into the sewer, and it will disappear after a while.

"Qiaoqiaoqiaoqiaoqiao... Where did the bridge come from?"

He searched around for the impression of the bridge hole in his memory, constantly comparing it with the dimly lit picture in front of him.

But there is neither a river nor a tunnel in such a place, and there is no bridge at all.

Is there something wrong with your memory?

"Here, is it that one?"

Mowell shifted his shoulders and looked somewhere.

An area where the stairs go up and down, between the second floor and the first floor, is a deeper and deeper alley, which looks like a bridge hole.

"Wow."

Luo Qi smiled and popped a thumbs up.

"Brilliant."

This is the sub-construction area of ​​Twist Street, with various rolling shutter doors, sewer gratings, and street spray paint in multiple languages ​​on the walls that look like twenty feet.

A guy in sunglasses wearing a coat and an orange tie is shaking his feet here.

Not far from the side, there is a pair of men and women dressed in sleek clothes, where they are making love to each other.

"What do you have?"

Luo Qi walked over and asked in a low voice.

"Super dream."

The businessman shook his head and stood there, looking foolish.

"Is there... a special one?" Luo Qi gave him a look and signaled him.

"...Let's put it this way, people who are knowledgeable don't ask such amateurish questions at all."

The businessman shook his head and concluded that Luo Qi was just a novice.

"I want Chaomeng, which is special enough, restricted... not enough."

Luo Qi was not annoyed, and said with a smile.

These words finally made the businessman raise his eyebrows: "Are you a cop?"

"Have you ever seen strips dressed like this?"

It was Rocky's turn to ask back.

The businessman looked carefully under his sunglasses.

Dude, dressed like a cyber maniac.

The pure white ronin suit was still stained with blood stains, and the owner of the suit was holding three samurai swords, looking relaxed and happy.

As for the pretty girl in the back...

It looks like the kind of scary guy who kills people like pinching chickens.

The cop may wear plain clothes, maybe go fishing and enforce the law, but he will never dress so naturally.

"I want the best—skeletons, skulls, sky, moths, understand?"

Luo Qi spit out the words word by word, and looked directly at him.

"Heh, I didn't expect a connoisseur to come here. Skeleton hawkmoths are not cheap, you know..."

The businessman lowered his eyes and pushed his sunglasses.

He took out a special cardboard box from his pocket, which was filled with chips in fancy packaging.

"Where did these come from?" Luo Qi casually selected, while clichéd.

"The author of the film? Huh... heh, they pay special attention to privacy. I never ask where the source of the film comes from. This may be the reason why I can still talk to you even now."