Cyberpunk 2074: Shadows of the Past

Chapter 90 Fish Meat
The dense dark clouds suppressed the bright lights of the city, supplemented by howling winds and occasional rumbling thunder, like a pair of invisible hands, calmly facing the world, playing "Piano Sonata No. [-] in B-flat Minor" .

This is his favorite tune.

Maybe it's because of the busy work and too much pressure recently, he always likes to listen to his favorite music after get off work and do some entertainment that relieves pressure for him.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sharp blade pierced through the soft flesh and struck the chopping board, making a rhythmic sound.

"I didn't expect the chef level of this restaurant to be quite good..."

Mu Lin stubbornly insisted on sitting next to Hai Ji.

Now, he is bowing his waist and whispering in her ear.

"The ones with a high price may not be authentic..." Hai Ji rolled her eyes at him in disgust, stretched out her hand, and forcefully pushed that annoying head aside.

"Hey, look at how you understand, are you an old regular customer of this store? No wonder you have to drag me here...I understand, I understand...Only share your treasures with the closest people..."

For Hai Ji, her colleague Mu Lin is simply a scum and bastard.

Just like now, the self-righteous and confident face in front of her is really disgusting.

"Don't say a few words, my fist is already itching." Haiji rubbed her smooth jade fingers, the clenched fist looked like a perfect jade, it seemed that humans and animals were harmless and threatening look.

Mu Lin shrunk his neck in fear, looking like a turtle shrinking its shell.

He had seen the terrifying appearance of this violent woman in an alley, blowing people's heads off with her bare hands.

The Japanese chef who was facing them always had a smile on his face, concentrating on handling the fresh natural non-synthetic fish on his chopping board.

It must be because he can't understand English!

Mu Lin slandered secretly, then turned his head and began to look at the environment in the store.

Hai Ji was also happy that the guy next to her stopped harassing her and let him entertain himself alone.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

He vigorously swung the sharp blade stretched out from his arm, allowing the nameless poor guy in front of him to be dismembered into pieces, and finally turned into a pool of sticky flesh and blood.

The first drop of rain fell to the ground crisply, like the first death knell struck.

The thick black hood covered his face, making it impossible to see his expression at this time.

Little by little, the rain gathered into a stream, slowly flowing down along the dense folds on the hood.

Stepping through the muddy blood and rotting flesh with his thick boots, he walked slowly and disappeared into the wind and rain.

The hunting is not over yet, he will continue to move forward.

When the man was gone, the wind brought the broken poems he sang.

"This is the end..."

"Hai Ji, do you have any favorite literary works?"

"Why are you asking this all of a sudden?" Hai Ji glanced at Mu Lin strangely, chewing the white fish for appetizer in her mouth.

"Don't look at me like a dog, no matter what, I'm also a highly educated person..."

Mullin patted his puffed chest.

With his work clothes off, he doesn't look like an Internet surveillance agent at all.

It is different from the obvious and ostentatious transformation of the second to fourth-level cyber prosthetic bodies that work hard on the appearance.

The five-level network prosthetic body dedicated to network surveillance agents looks ordinary, but it is a bit like the most common first-level network prosthetic body-personal connection line, and there is almost no trace of modification on the outside.

However, the performance of the fifth-level network prosthesis is undeniably powerful. It can remotely connect to the cyberspace for a short time without any external equipment, incarnate as a network god, and control the torrent of data with a wave of hands.

The price is just the need to regularly inject nerve agents with some side effects into the head.

"Hey! Hiji, did you hear me?"

"what?"

Hai Ji recovered from the massive amount of professional information.

"Can you stop using this method to avoid my communication with you every time?" Mullin sighed and pointed to his head, "Am I a learning machine? As soon as I speak, you will automatically enter the state ?”

"You can only blame yourself for being too boring, Mu Lin!" Hai Ji made a face at him, her tone full of disdain.

"Forget it..." Mu Lin sighed.

You can't say it, you can't fight it, you can only choose to admit it.

The Japanese chef was still working diligently, putting exquisite dishes in front of the two who were arguing.

"Try this! White sturgeon dipped in vinegar!"

It took less than three seconds to remember the lesson, and just after taking a bite, Mu Lin graciously held his own plate and turned to harass Haiji.

Hai Ji supported her head, looked at the flattering smile on his face expressionlessly, and gestured her middle finger silently.

So, Mu Lin could only smile awkwardly, and took the plate back.

Seeing the ridiculous and funny look of the man, Hai Ji shook her head lightly, then focused on picking up the crab meat in the bowl, and then evenly stained it with the hairy crab paste that settled at the bottom of the bowl, and finally swallowed it slowly in one gulp.

"Hmm..." The slightly sweet taste, paired with the tender and juicy yet firm crab meat, is irresistible.

"Why do you like eating crab paste so much?" Mu Lin poked his head, glanced at the bottom of Hai Ji's bowl, and asked curiously.

"If you dare to say one more word, I will blow your dog's head off!"

As if guessing the disgusting words that someone was about to blurt out, Hai Ji frowned and gave Mu Lin a deadly look.

She saw it when she went to the dinner party for the first time.

It was still in a Chinese restaurant, she had just ordered a stir-fried large intestine, and a certain guy had already started to hold his head up, shaking his head and talking about the things in the large intestine.

"Okay..." Mu Lin nodded and bowed, as if he also remembered the mistakes he had made and the cruel punishment he had received.

"Boss, pack some sushi for me to take away..." Hai Ji spoke to the chef in Japanese, not paying any attention to Mu Lin's surprised eyes.

If she remembered correctly, there was another person who should be hungry right now.

As for the rules of the restaurant and the strange stares from others?
She was never born to care.

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Isaac lay on the old magazines spread out, chewing repeatedly on the tempura that had become dry and cold.

so delicious...

He muttered to himself, reluctant to swallow that precious delicacy.

"Step...step...step!"

The sound of heavy footsteps accompanied by the sound of rain came a little closer.

Isaac sat up alertly and swallowed the food in his mouth.

Although there is usually no one here, but in Night City, anything can happen.

Isaac reached into his pocket.

An old kinetic pistol fit obediently into his sweaty palm.

"Who... are you?" Isaac yelled nervously into the dark night.

But no one answered.

There was only one footstep after another, piercing through the loud rain, roaring like a giant drum, beating on Isaac's trembling heart again and again.

"Who the hell are you fucking, talk! Otherwise I'll shoot you!"

He cursed and yelled in vain, helplessly like a piece of fish on a chopping board.

(End of this chapter)