Cyber ​​psychosis is my girlfriend

Did not go to the hangar where the floating vehicle was parked, and did not take his own car.

Tanaka Zhizhen with a poker face, sat in the elevator and slowly descended until she entered the garage.

Then, from the underground garage where no one walked around, he left the area of ​​Arasaka Tower along the small side door, and came directly to the periphery of the roundabout of the company square.

Here, a black limousine has long been waiting quietly.

The night lights, passing through the lush cityscape, fell on Delamain's car windows.

The company square is like the pearl of Night City. Even on such a starless night, it still competes with the sky for the right to use the curtain of the sky.

And Tanaka is the audience behind the glass window.

Ambilight.

His eyes glowed red as he confirmed the text message that had interrupted his train of thought.

From Jimmy Kurosaki, the professional Black Mewtwo editor and director.

[I am very pleased to inform you that the person you were looking for has the latest news, which is in the precious original film I just obtained.

I am very much looking forward to your visit again, because in addition to the previously scheduled, I have prepared more wonderful customized content for you.

JK studio is looking forward to your visit all the time, the best service, dedicated to my best customers. 】

A text message so greasy that Tanaka Zhizhen felt a little nauseous.

He could almost imagine that guy smiling on the surface, and then showing a wretched and ambiguous smile.

Rubbing your hands with a fly and waiting to get your money makes no difference.

It's just a little bit more luxuriously dressed.

At this time, any bloody and violent tapes used to vent his emotions were completely forgotten by him.

The pain of bereavement was not intense at first.

For Tomosada Tanaka, his entire life, including his faith, is dedicated to Arasaka.

Not only myself, but even my son must work hard for the goal of "making Arasaka great again".

As his son, Katsuo Tanaka should learn this.

But after losing it, the pain that was slowly released, as well as the hostility and distortion accumulated over the years, all grew uncontrollably, completely breaking away from the constraints of his rational range.

He knew that his son's death was his own fault, but he didn't want to reason.

He knew that the person who indirectly killed his son was the Terrorist Mobile Squad, but he still couldn't help but want to send someone to follow him.

This is already the result of a compromise with rationality.

If possible, he hoped that Arasaka's "Trojan" troops would be the first to be sent there, that group of modified monsters that specialized in killing people and killing people.

Marcus has been persuading himself to be calm and take the overall situation into consideration.

But he doesn't understand.

This is no longer a simple revenge, but more like a provocation to his dignity.

All of Tanaka Chisada's beliefs and all the motivation to move forward come from his never-slowing pace.

But a king told him with a cold autopsy report——

Everything you think you have complete control over is simply fragile.

The fist landed on his thigh, and the pain pierced his heart.

But no one understands.

Tanaka Zhizhen doesn't need others to understand him.

Revenge is lonely, not happy, can't bring any benefits, can't change any past, but he resolutely chose this path.

He didn't doubt Jimmy Kurosaki's efficiency and position.

Whether it's monetary reward or Arasaka's status, he has every reason to stand by his side, and then do his best.

Looking at the light and shadow outside the car window, Tanaka recalled the past few days.

It was on nights like this that he told Marcus the matter.

The agents from Arasaka began to take care of that person with "exquisite" care, and minimized the possibility of self-exposure.

But that guy, one night a few days ago, was still dead.

His electronic brain was burned out, and he didn't take anything, just lying on the street alone, until Arasaka's troops came to collect his body.

Is it a demonstration?Is it provocative?

Or both?

Tanaka Zhizhen didn't know what Luo Qi was thinking, but he only thought about revenge.

It is he who is in the dark, not Luo Qi, and one day, he will make Luo Qi pay the price.

"Draman, delete all travel records."

Tanaka Zhizhen didn't check any information, nor did she think about anything.

He just tilted his head back, leaned against the pillow of the seat, closed his eyes gently, and entered a semi-dream state.

Breathing the cold air will make him taste the pain that flows in his blood.

"All travel records have been deleted according to your request."

Delaman's voice sounded, and there was a faint blue light in the car from his big bald head.

Then it was quickly extinguished, and silence was restored.

He didn't bring bodyguards.

Whether it was to watch Heichaomeng before, or to obtain information personally now.

In his opinion, Luo Qi is a person who is extremely cunning.

After Arasaka's agents were exposed, he did not return to work for several days.

Whether it was the previous identity tracing, the subsequent follow-up investigation, or the current trajectory locking, Luo Qi made Tanaka Zhizhen feel considerable resistance.

Even with Arasaka's size, in order to find him, he had to waste a lot of thought.

And they couldn't even make an accurate judgment on this person——

His legends and stories are far more reliable than reliable information, so that it is almost impossible to distinguish the true from the false and the false from the real.

Compared with others, Tanaka Zhizhen trusts herself more.

Delaman drove slowly through the streets and alleys, and finally slowed down slowly at a place that didn't look like a car of this grade would stop, and then a person got out of the car.

The shadow never left his face.

I can't remember when it started, maybe it was after I took the high position in Arasaka a few years ago, maybe it was after losing my wife more than ten years ago, or maybe it was from the moment I joined Arasaka.

Shadows carved lines and wrinkles across his face, like that's what they were supposed to do.

When the light falls on the ground, the difference between corners and different surfaces is needed to show shadows and layers.

But it is not necessary for Tanaka Zhizhen.

It seems that he is an extremely complex aggregate, both body and soul.

Nourishes—

Delamain left with the sound of engines and tires, leaving the streets empty.

Tanaka Zhizhen walked outside the inconspicuous side door, then waited for it to slide open automatically, and walked in.

Less than ten meters away from his back, there was a faint outline in the air that could hardly be discerned by the naked eye. Under the illumination of the street lamps, occasionally there would be a stream of shadows that were extremely difficult to catch.

This is the optical camouflage mask draped over the two cars Mann and the others drove.

If interested people can carefully search the ground at the scene, they will see several tire tracks abruptly stopped under a certain wall.

But unfortunately, Tanaka Zhizhen did not.

"...?"

The leather shoes fell on the concrete floor, making a sound that was neither crisp nor crisp.

Tanaka Zhizhen's eyes moved slightly to the side.

He could feel that something different seemed to be watching him secretly.

But if you look at the past, apart from the cameras that have been here for a long time, there are noisy vending machines.

The air is disturbed by sound waves and interspersed by light, but the shadows are still like a gangrene, eroding the wall, slowly fermenting in the corners where the light is unwilling to reflect a few times.

Maybe it's because I worry too much.

Tanaka Zhizhen looked back, but stood there without moving, and then turned around suddenly.

There is nothing ahead.

The scanner swept across the space and did not detect any abnormal objects.

There is no suspicious hidden camera in the pile that I have repeatedly taken care of.

On the other hand, there are traces of people coming and going on the ground under their feet.

Seems very new, someone has been here not too long ago.

However, Jimmy Kurosaki's den is often visited by people, many of whom are even regular customers for many years, so that the handles and frequently touched areas are faded.

The air shouldn't smell so fresh in a place where few people walk around.

Tanaka Zhizhen likes the cold and sour air. When this smell, which seems to have been abandoned in an ice cellar for centuries, enters his nasal cavity, his cells will be slowly awakened.

The hot air exchanged from the lungs will warm up the upper respiratory tract bit by bit.

This feeling of alternating cycles made him greedily feel the precious truth.

[It's Mr. Tanaka, please come in, I've been waiting for you here for a long time. 】

Jimmy Kurosaki's voice, accompanied by two lines of blue holographic characters, appeared on the door into the hall.

After a brief delay, the door slid aside neatly.

Inside this door, it seems to be another world.

The lavender light is competing with the shadows for the limited space, but compared with the cool blue light, it is a little more mysterious and ambiguous, with a subtle sense of distance and a symbol of high-end and distinctive taste.

This is not a decoration that should be in a place where no one walks around all year round.

Entertainment posters, piles of small cargo boxes, convenient wiring but now leaky ceilings, carpets on the floor that almost blended with stains, only one computer screen after another, proving that here It's not really an abandoned place.

yah...

The aging wires continued to make fragmentary noises, flickering in this not-so-bright space.

"It's so early today, Mr. Tanaka."

Jimmy Kurosaki's voice came through the speaker next to the wall.

"I'm cutting the right clip for you, please come to me directly in the old place."

"……Um."

Tanaka Zhizhen didn't react immediately, but as if she was distracted, she delayed for a few seconds before taking a step.

But looking at his eyes, not only was there no abnormality, but it was extremely clear.

He knows exactly what he wants to do.

Where he passed by, there seemed to be countless small eyes spying in the dark, but when the footsteps passed, everything was no different from before.

Go upstairs.

The leather shoes fell on the steps step by step, making a crisp echo.

Closer and nearer, until approaching the door ahead in the shadows at the end of the stairs.

He stood in front of the door and didn't go in.

He just kept this posture, as if what he faced was not a door, but an enemy who was staring at him.

Those invisible lines of sight seem to be gradually becoming tense.

No sound.