I……

Here it is again...

On a dark rainy night, I seemed to have once again come to that dark rainy night that made me so embarrassed.

The rain made me shiver involuntarily, and the ambiguous neon lights of the city and the wet house signs in front of me were sending me an invitation. The tight-lipped motel carries the soul of America and is also a habitat for migratory birds.

A miserable black bulletproof Migratory Bird drove up from the far corner of the street.

I just watched it parked in front of the hotel.

The red-haired man steps out.

I clearly saw Jack's body in the back seat.

The migratory birds carried my good friend and slowly slid into the depths of the dripping rain.

The wet soul of the city washes away the dust in the rain. The red-haired man stands alone in front of the hotel door like a solitary dog. His hesitant figure finally walks towards the steam shrinking in front of the door in the rain, towards the hazy diffused steam.

light.

The red-haired man, I remember him.

I clearly remember him standing under the Fool's Card with Johnny Silverhand.

At this time, someone tapped me on the shoulder.

Looking back, it was Johnny.

"Where is this?"

"I have no idea."

"Don't you want to go in and take a look? Are you scared?"

Why not? I understand what Johnny means very well, just like he understands me. He means that this is just a dream and there is no need to be fully alert.

He just doesn't understand it yet.

Maybe when I was going through Johnny's life, he was going through my life, so we had a connection to some extent.

We are in a disgusting symbiosis, and Johnny is a parasite, I would say, and I don't want him to stay in my head at all.

Night City does not need Johnny Silverhand. He is an antique from fifty years ago. He and his rock music have already disappeared into the clouds with the explosion in 2023, or rather

, like him, he has also become a cyber ghost, only constantly looking for and possessing corpses without dignity like mine.

For the time being, let him stay in my mind for the time being. Soon, when I take away the Relic chip, he can also say goodbye to this world.

So we walked into the familiar low-class sleepover hotel.

Let me think about it, Jesus died and rose again, just like me, and the Secret Motel is my Jerusalem.

So I roughly knew what was going to happen when I saw the scene in front of me - oh please, I'm a normal person, I can totally guess the situation I'm going to face.

The world is false and a program. We all live in an artificially simulated world. One thing that is certain is that this world must have been restarted - even children's toys will not be thrown away after being played with once, let alone

A sophisticated simulated world.

So, that red-haired man, is he also called V?

This idea is very reasonable. I can imagine what kind of thrilling story he has just experienced - escaping from the heavily guarded Cyanbi Building, evading Adam Hammer's interception, and coming all the way. He is already exhausted physically and mentally. Good brother Jack

Unfortunately, he died, what happened next? He must have been betrayed by Dexter and shot in the head...

I'm going to vomit.

I felt sick from the bottom of my heart, from my throat, from my stomach, from my belly button. I wanted to spit out my soul - if I had such a thing.

So my life is actually reincarnation again and again. This is a conclusive fact. I should have guessed it when I first had this dream.

So everything that is happening in front of me may be the redundant data left over from the last simulation. That's why such a huge simulation program must also have a huge amount of data redundancy. I can completely understand that the need to maintain such a program must be called a program.

The members were exhausted.

So Johnny and I followed the red-haired man. The faces of the people in the hotel were blurred and their shapes were distorted, like a bunch of ghosts at a party. They couldn't see Johnny and I. We were even more empty than they were.

So we arrived at the door of room 204.

Unlike my cautious approach, the red-haired man went straight up and knocked on the door.

Ma Zai opened the door and looked warily towards both ends of the corridor.

At this moment, Johnny and I were leaning against the wall of the corridor, each holding our arms and watching indifferently.

The red-haired man entered the house.

I couldn't help but sigh.

Johnny asked me, "So can you explain it to me?"

"Explain what?"

"What is going on? I have seen this scene in your memory, this hotel, this corridor, the cigarette butts on the ground, and this room. You have been here in person, but why are you replaced by this red-haired kid now?

?”

"If you are curious, you can guess as much as you can. If you guess well, I will applaud you."

"This isn't fun, girl, I think we need to be more honest."

"Isn't it fun? You said yourself, 'We are all in Arasaka's mikoshi!' Why doesn't it feel fun now? Give up, Johnny, this world is fake, and you died once in this world

people."

"You don't understand. It's useless to talk to you. You don't understand what a mikoshi is."

"Yeah, you understand. The all-knowing and all-powerful Johnny Hand of God, can you tell your devout lamb, how should I get this idiot out of my head?"

"screw you."

Bang!——

Gunshots were heard in room 204.

Johnny and I stopped talking. We each looked at the door.

The door opened and Ma Zi dragged the red-haired man's body out.

Oh my God, his head was blown, and blood was pouring out of the bullet holes.

Johnny covered his nose, obviously unable to smell the smell, "Honestly, I feel sick."

"Aren't you used to seeing this kind of scene? Why are you still feeling disgusted?"

"I don't know, it's just that you watch a rabbit rush into a trap, and you can't do anything. Even if you have nothing to do with the rabbit, he is dead."

"Things like this happen every day in Night City. You can find corpses in any dark alley."

"Yes, human life is damn worthless, but I hate betrayal."

"Have you ever been betrayed? I thought the famous Johnny Silverhand always had everything going smoothly."

"..." Johnny took a puff of cigarette, "This kind of thing is always inevitable when you are hanging out in Night City."

"Yes, because this is the City of Night after all."

The next moment, the scene in front of me suddenly became blurry.

Immediately, we came to the garbage dump. It was terrible here. I knew it because I climbed out of here myself. Dexter asked Ma Zi to throw the red-haired man's body into the garbage dump, and then it was dumped in the garbage dump.

They were transported together and dumped on another pile of garbage with a loud bang.

I squatted on a broken refrigerator and said to Johnny, "Actually, that dead man with red hair is me."

"You mean..." Johnny lowered his voice and asked in a sneaky tone, "You are a transgender?"

"No, I mean, that man can be said to be another me. He also has a Relic chip inserted in his head. Guess who is the consciousness in the chip?"

Johnny was silent for a moment and whispered, "Fuck."

But no.

A few days later, Dexter came with Goro Takemura.

The red-haired man came out of the garbage heap and was dragged by the fat black man to Zhucun. He was dying.

Takemura shot Dexter to death - hey, I kind of like this guy, at least he got revenge for me, right?

The red-haired man whispered: Save me

Takemura slapped him.
Chapter completed!