Cyber ​​psychosis is my girlfriend

The director is looking for me?

"Huh... tell him I'll go right away."

Fred took a few deep breaths, quickly arranged the things that need to be resolved immediately, then pushed away the office chair, leaving a room full of messy things, and walked out of his office.

The outside offices, like the rest of the NCPD headquarters, are littered with chicken feathers.

Go out, turn a corner, take the elevator, and then walk through the corridor by yourself to the outside of the gate.

Outside the director's office, there were already a lot of other office workers who came to deal with official business, but Fred just pushed them away and walked in.

This time, he didn't see the assistant secretary who was always waiting respectfully to inform him.

Because the chief himself is also immersed in the case, beside the table is a civilian chief of another department waiting for the signature of the document.

The two of them looked at each other, seeing the same distress and helplessness in each other's eyes.

An emotion called tacit understanding came out from the bottom of my heart along with a sigh.

But Fred preferred not to have such a tacit understanding.

"Take it."

Chief Constable Coleridge signed the document, then gave the digital signature certificate permission, and pushed the pile of things aside deftly.

The officer who came to handle the business embraced him, bowed a little, turned around and left quickly.

The efficiency of NCPD can still be improved at certain times.

"Booker."

When Coleridge saw it was him, his expression changed.

No longer so stiff and inflexible, but more sad and troubled, I couldn't help but sighed.

He didn't take or put down the pen in his hand, and finally got up and went to the water dispenser to pour two cups of tea for himself and his subordinate Fred Booker.

The black tea from Argentina could not calm his mind a little.

Depression and boredom seemed to be burning in his chest, making him very uncomfortable all over.

"sit."

Coleridge could say one word but two now, and he didn't want to spit out a single extra syllable from his burning throat.

"Special assistant in the social relations department, I brought you up with my own hands. Now I have something to do for you. I can't trust others."

He crossed his hands, but it was under the table, at least on the surface, he still looked calm.

"..."

Fred's pupils trembled undetectably, and then he quickly regained his composure.

He knew that it was time for him to make a choice.

Anything that is trustworthy but not trustworthy is all nonsense.

Coleridge, as the Chief Sheriff of the NCPD, has too many people in his hands, and he can't count with two hands just the number of people who can do some quiet things for him.

These words are just drawing cakes and encouraging them. If they can really represent the real thoughts of Mr. Director, it may not be so.

However, it is also an opportunity.

As a special assistant of the social relations department who is directly responsible to the director, it can be said that he is the spokesperson of the director's will on weekdays. Whether he can continue to hold this position firmly depends on his next performance.

"You say."

The fierce ideological struggle lasted for as long as two seconds, and Fred looked at the chief sheriff across the table, who was wearing a low-key and luxurious uniform.

"Very well, I have a list here, take a look."

Coleridge produced a document from his own drawer.

Paper, no data backup, brand new, but there are traces of being flipped.

The ink of the pen has drawn a few horizontal lines on it, and made some crosses.

Fred glanced quickly.

Then the pupils slowly shrink.

Uneven breaths flowed in and out of his nasal cavity, and he felt that his breathing was a bit heavy.

There were a total of 13 crosses on it, and they were all names that he knew very well——

They are all those who were assassinated by mysterious forces.

Then the other few marked by horizontal lines or ticked and circled symbols are also not considered.

"These four people, I need you to help me convince them."

Coleridge saw the micro-expression on Fred's face, and after confirming that he had read it, he took the document back.

"The NCPD will not forget their contributions, and they will be Night City heroes in the fight against crime."

"……I understand."

After a few seconds, Fred stood up and nodded to his chief.

"Go ahead, you have 17 hours."

Coleridge didn't show any expression, but silently put the document back in the drawer, and then gently wiped it, and the drawer of the fireproof, anti-theft and explosion-proof safe that passed the UL North American standard was closed silently.

The gate opens and closes, and the next person in line comes in from the outside.

NCPD headquarters continues to be busy.

After the door closed, Fred quickly walked towards the stairs.

He wasn't in the mood to wait for the elevator for the third floor, so he just trotted all the way down the corridor with not so bright lights to the floor where his office was located.

Where he didn't notice, there was a police inspector with dark circles under his eyes, who looked like an old wolf, wearing his own NCPD peaked cap, holding a cup of fragrant coffee, smacking his lips while passing by.

Then he walked to a corner where the sunlight could be seen, and he put his half-empty glass on the cabinet.

Turn on the PDA and post a new update on social software.

[It's really busy today, but fortunately there is coffee.The sun is good and the shadows are everywhere. 】

The first picture is a street view he took from the NCPD headquarters.

The height is good, the sunshine is good, and the street looks clean, but at this time, there are small riots happening one after another in the neighborhood less than a few hundred meters away.

The second picture is a busy office, with a coffee cup in his left hand and a thumbs up.

The direction of the thumb is the large corridor outside the office, and the finger is facing the door plate of the "Social Relations Department".

And Fred Booker was pushing open the door, facing the camera sideways, with a serious expression on his face, completely oblivious to what was happening next to him.

Among countless people walking around, Fred was inconspicuous.

But Luo Qi, who was at the base of the shadow army, showed a satisfied smile.

"This is the man, check him."

He sent the pictures on the PDA to Suzi who was operating the computer, and the Kunai in his hand was tumbling dexterously.

"Fred Booker, Special Assistant, NCPD Social Relations, reporting directly to the Director."

Suzi glanced at the information on the screen, and said quickly, "The entry time... is a little later than Coleridge's, but the promotion is very fast, especially after Coleridge became the Chief Sheriff."

"What about your resume before joining NCPD?"

Luo Qi got close to her, and Suzi moved her butt to the side, leaving room for him to sit down.

"I used to work in Lazarus, and then I went to the city government to work, and then I came to NCPD."

Searched through the resume, there is almost nothing to hide.

There are really not too many people who go from private or companies to government departments like this, there is nothing special about it.

Although NCPD is a listed company, it will still be restricted by the night city government. Freedom is relative, and it must be exchanged for something.

"Lazarus..."

Rocky repeated the name of the company.

"The subsidiary of Military Technology, on the surface, is doing personal security and international transportation, but in fact it is a mercenary company, and it also provides war consulting and consultants to forces around the world, specializing in proxy wars."

She didn't even look it up, she just said it backwards.

"In the Night City area, many of Lazarus' businesses are actually the skins of military technology."

"Did you have any trouble with them?"

Rocky asked.

He looked at Suzi's side face and couldn't help touching her hair.

Suzi didn't resist, but felt a little itchy and rubbed her chin.

"No, Lazarus is for the outside world. The department I used to work in was for the internal service of military technology, and the scope of work did not overlap at all."

"That's good." Rocky nodded.

"You should ask Melissa instead of me. The killer organization she was with was later merged by Lazarus, and it was only a false name at first."

Suzi felt a little uneasy when he touched her, and pressed his hand down.

It is indeed what Luo Qi likes to do when doing business, but she can't get used to it.

"You're not mad at Melissa anymore?"

Luo Qi saw that she had taken the initiative to mention Melissa, and asked tentatively.

"What bad idea are you thinking of?"

Suzi looked at him vigilantly, with an expression of being wary of "bad guys".

She felt that she was calm enough, but there were really many tricks to hold Luo Qi back.

Last time, with Melissa...

Uh, forget it, let them have fun.

It is said that Melissa came up with the idea, but Suzi felt that Luo Qi should be regarded as an "accomplice".

She wasn't angry with Melissa at all, but she really wanted to pinch Luo Qi.

"No~ where can I~ just ask you~"

Luo Qi showed his white teeth that are "harmless to humans and animals", and said with a playful smile.

"Alright... alright..."

When Suzi said this, her eyes dodged a little, and she couldn't help looking to the other side.

"Are you shy?"

Luo Qi's face quickly appeared on the other side, blinking quickly.

Boom!

"Ouch!"

After being punched in the head, Luo Qi crouched with his head in his arms at the speed of light.

Suzi, who was a bit angry, clenched his fists, his chest heaved for a while, and then he returned to calm again.

What's the matter with this feeling of wanting to akimbo, and then "humming"?

"You're going to be shy, that's good."

Luo Qi rubbed his head, and then suddenly showed a happy smile.

"..."

What he said made Suzi froze in place.

She looked at her fist, then touched her face, which seemed to be a little hot.

This is……

An unprecedented fresh feeling made her feel a little strange, but her heartbeat continued to speed up.

Although the experience passed quickly, like a puff of smoke being blown away by the wind, it was real.

The psychological feeling is far more indescribable than the physical one.