Cyberpunk 2074: Shadows of the Past

Chapter 58 Feed
"Newcomer! Would you like to take a shower? The water has been put away." Outside the door, Rottweiler's loud voice broke into Melissa's ears.

"Where are the clothes?" Melissa thought for a few seconds, pressed the flush button, and shouted out the door.

"Wear mine..." Rottweiler's voice softened all of a sudden, but his tone was somewhat resentful, "I just don't know if someone can wear it..."

"Uh..." Melissa shook her head, wisely chose not to answer, and walked out of the toilet silently.

In a small house, there is actually a dry and wet separation, which looks a bit like the Japanese style.

Melissa was thinking about trivial matters in a whimsical way, soothing her somewhat gloomy mood.

In just a few hours, a series of excessive information surged like waves, constantly impacting Melissa's fragile brain.

If you don't calm yourself down, you're going to get sick again.

"What are you thinking about? Such a sad face?" Rottweiler stood guard at the door and was a little surprised to see Melissa leaving the toilet silently with her head down.

"I'm a little tired, what kind of cyber mental illness... what kind of violent terrorist squad or something... my head is dizzy." Melissa shook her head, took the neatly folded clothes from Rottweiler's hand, and said , while walking towards the bathroom next door.

"Hey, why did you take away the clothes I want to wear?" Rottweiler yelled, and followed Melissa into the bathroom.

"Let me tell you first, I don't like women." As soon as the bathroom door was closed, Melissa was crossing her arms and staring at herself with vigilance. Rottweiler scratched her head in embarrassment, and quickly explained with.

"Really?"

"Really..." Rottweiler shook his head, didn't care about Melissa's answer, took off his clothes, and jumped into the bathtub, leaving only the wet red hair floating on the water like seaweed superior.

"Hurry up? Isn't the water hot?" Melissa hesitated for a few seconds, then sat on the edge of the bathtub and tapped the water with her toes, as if stepping on burning coals.

Rottweiler got out of the water and saw the funny look of Melissa clutching her feet, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

"I even forgot that you were an amateur before... Pretending to be skin-like and not heat-resistant..."

Wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes, Rottweiler took a breath and turned on the cold water to neutralize the scalding heat in the bathtub.

"Okay now, come down! Come down!"

Melissa glanced at the seemingly innocent Rottweiler, and sighed softly.

The previous blow was definitely revenge.

With such a small mind, no wonder you have a narrow mind!

Melissa secretly slandered this unreliable senior, and slowly slipped down from the side of the bathtub, letting the warm water wrap her whole body.

"By the way... where are we? The base of the Terrorist Mobile Squad?" Melissa asked Rottweiler while foaming her hair.

"You finally remembered to ask..." Rottweiler rolled his eyes, his hands were also covered with foam, and he kept rubbing his short red hair.

"Night City's violent and terrorist mobile team has a total of nine teams, and each team has its own independent small residence...Maybe it's to avoid being taken over by one pot? After all, there was once a lunatic who dared to detonate a nuclear bomb in the city center..."

"How many people in each team, five?"

"Almost, like five or six..." Rottweiler nodded and continued, "It's lucky to say that our team accidentally lost a few teammates before, and the lack of manpower can't send out large-scale missions... Otherwise, you can Saw my dead body on TV."

"Accidentally? Can I ask?"

"It's better not..." Rottweiler lowered his eyes, combed Melissa's well-maintained long hair with his fingers, and only sighed softly.

"Sorry..." Melissa wanted to comfort the lost red-haired woman, but she didn't know how to speak.

So the bathroom became quiet, and in the pale mist that filled the air, only the occasional fluctuating sound of water droplets and the sound of the two's steady breathing echoed non-stop.

"Washed? Let's go."

In the end, Rottweiler opened his mouth to break the silence, dried himself, put on his clothes, took the initiative to hold Melissa's hand that had no place to rest, and slowly walked out of the bathroom.

"It's finally done? You guys are really slow!"

Opening the heavy iron door, passing through the confused time gap, what greeted Melissa was neither the warm morning sun nor the cool moonlight.

Bit's big face was pressed against the door, which startled her a lot.

"I've been lying in bed for more than ten days. If it were you, you wouldn't be able to understand the concept of time!" Rottweiler could always find loopholes in Bit's words, and never let go of any opportunity to quarrel.

"Forget about the newcomer, you have been lying down for ten days? Auntie?" Bit made a face at Rottweiler, said "Come and eat", then turned and left.

"Eat?" Melissa glanced at the back of Bit leaving, then turned to ask Rottweiler.

"What? Aren't you hungry?" Rottweiler curled his lips, and pointed his middle finger fiercely at Bit's handsome back.

"You put it that way..." Melissa rubbed her withered stomach, "Googoo..."

"It seems that your stomach is more honest than yourself." Rottweiler smiled, and the strength of his hand did not relax at all, and continued to lead Melissa to the restaurant downstairs.

"Although our place is a bit small, it is better than having all internal organs."

On the first floor, Boros was sitting on the sofa, looking back at the two slowly walking down the stairs, speaking in a low voice, with an undetectable smile on his face.

"Japanese style?"

"That's right...it's pretty useful anyway." Boros scratched his head, cryptically admitting that he had little knowledge of architecture.

"It's all good, I'm hungry, I want to eat beef!" Rottweiler pierced the awkward atmosphere, pulled Melissa, and sat at the dining table together.

"Did you forget to take your medicine today? How can we afford real beef?" Bit came over with a warm plate, mocking non-stop.

"I thought our wages were quite high..." Melissa took the plate from Bit's hand. Before he could say thanks, Bit turned and left to get other plates.

"Firearms, prosthetic body, medicine... all spent on this, where is there any spare money." Bo Luosi shook his head and said helplessly.

"After all, we are just working dogs." Bit complained, holding the last plate in his hand, and sat beside the captain.

"Look at this..." Bit shook his head in disgust at the steaming hot food on the plate, and then started to eat.

"Is he a little schizophrenic?" Melissa pulled Rottweiler and whispered.

"People gave him the nickname 'Mad Dog', you know." Rottweiler glanced at Bit, inserted a piece of synthetic beef with a fork, and chewed vigorously.

Melissa frowned, imitating Rottweiler's appearance stiffly, biting the slices of meat that were not chewy at all.

These synthetic meats are all made of bugs.

Bit hesitated to speak, and finally, under the gaze of Boros, he swallowed the words he wanted to say mixed with the rich protein of bug meat.

(End of this chapter)