Every city has nights, and the nights in every city are different. Nights in Night City sound like farts. But it’s true that you can’t find another one anywhere else, not to mention the United States, even in the whole world.

It's like the night here. The words I couldn't say during the day are suppressed in my intestines. If I can't get rid of them,

It turns into a hernia in one night, making people miserable. Of course, what you say at night is basically bullshit. No one takes it seriously. Just because no one takes it seriously, you can give your sincerity to bullshit, so people will think you are joking.

You won't let your sincerity become a basis for others to slander you.

I arrived at Misty's psychic room before the appointed time, and because I didn't want to stay in a closed compartment for a long time, I decided to go directly to Misty.

Unexpectedly, she is receiving a guest, a woman looking for inner peace.

The lighting of the Psychic House at night is as delicious as multi-layered sushi. The patches of light are stacked and overlapping, and there are some distinct layers. Every step you take is a beautiful scenery.

"Misty..."

"Shh, be quiet V, you go talk to Lao Wei first."

Of course.

Let me guess, Lao Wei is watching a boxing match again. He is always like this, either working or watching other people boxing, and it is a recording of the match many years ago. He hates the current fighting culture, and a large number of implants make him

The boxer's talents have been wiped out by capital. At the same time, he is a prosthetic doctor who makes a living by performing implant surgeries on people. He loves boxing and medical skills, and he is a professional in both fields.

People often can only rely on old video tapes for comfort.

But unexpectedly, this time he was not watching the video.

I led Zhucun in, and Lao Wei was staring at the screen in trance. There were some medical-related information and pictures on it, but I felt vaguely familiar.

"Lao Wei, what are you looking at?"

Lao Wei frowned, "V, are you free now? I need to conduct a system check on you again... Oh, you brought a guest, what do you want from me?"

"Well, we are going to go to Jingu Temple and buy some new clothes. As you know, I have saved a lot of money these days. It just so happens that Jack always thinks that he is not classy enough, so I plan to prepare something for him.

Get new belongings.”

"It sounds like this is not a job that friends should help with. Didn't Misty say anything?" Old Wei smiled slyly.

"Don't rush me, look at you, Lao Wei, you also need to change into new clothes. Come with us. It just so happens that we two girls need two men to help carry our bags."

Victor burst out laughing, "I'm an old man, but you're willing to let me carry a bag for a little kid like you? Aren't you afraid of tiring me out?"

"Don't always carry it in the basement. You are a human being, not a mushroom. Lao Wei, let's go out for a walk together. What a wonderful time it is in the Night City at night."

He seemed to be convinced by me, so he stood up and tidied up his appearance.

"Wow, that's so interesting, Lao Wei, I thought I couldn't invite you."

"Am I that homely?" He blinked.

"Ha, you are so funny tonight."

My car, carrying three friends, opened the windows, letting the city's dull stench and cool and moist wind blow in.

Jinguji Temple is in the municipal center, which is very prosperous. In comparison, Watson District is just a shabby rural place. The cars on the road, the signs on the roadside, and the city center are all decent. People call each other when they meet.

They are "Mr." and "Ms.", wearing formal clothes and high-end jewelry.

There is open space between the buildings, and the buildings are arranged in an orderly manner. They are no longer smelly and crowded like expired fish cans. There are no psoriasis-like small advertisements and street graffiti. Instead, there are large and bright advertising screens that cannot be seen from the roadside.

Bums, even lawless gangsters have to restrain their tempers here.

This is the face of Night City, and it must always be clean and beautiful. As for the inside of Night City, everyone knows it well.

While driving, Johnny muttered, "Let me drive."

That's not okay, this is my car.

"Come on, this little piece of shit is something I wouldn't even bother to take a look at before."

Then don't beg me.

"V, don't you think it's too boring? Speed ​​up!"

Damn madman, are you having a bad idea again? This is the fucking city center! Not to mention bumping into people, even if I bump into someone, it's enough to make me peel off a layer of skin.

"I'm not negotiating with you." After Johnny said this, my body stopped obeying me.

"Woohoo!" He stepped on the accelerator and rushed directly to the opposite lane, overtaking all the way. Oncoming vehicles hurriedly avoided, and pedestrians on the roadside screamed and backed away. If this continued, patrol drones and autonomous vehicles would soon appear.

The batteries are firing on us, Johnny, you crazy man!

The three passengers in the car were simply surprised. Takemura's reaction was the biggest, "What are you doing! V, get back to the original lane!"

Johnny turned his head and pointed at him, "Shut up, Japs. I've seen you unhappy for a long time. Just stay there and you won't die."

This sentence undoubtedly hurt Goro Takemura's self-esteem to a great extent. He remained silent and just lowered his head after being kicked by the stray dog.

You are so pitiful, Wulang. You should give him a punch.

Misty, who was sitting in the passenger seat, had a reluctant expression on her face, "Don't be impulsive." I don't know who she was saying this to.

Old Wei in the back seat was the calmest. He was an old man who had seen a lot of things in the world, and his mind was as broad as the sea. So he just suddenly reached out and hit Johnny on the neck, and while he was surprised, he quickly hit Johnny on the neck.

He stuffed a pill into his mouth, then covered Johnny's mouth tightly, and kept rubbing his throat until he couldn't help but swallow.

The medicine went into the bag. I tasted the bitter taste of this stuff, but soon I felt relieved. The control of my body was returning. Johnny, that bitch, was defeated by this magical little pill and could no longer show off his power.

Misty grabbed the steering wheel in time and stabilized the vehicle while I lost control of my body.

How thrilling.

"Thanks, Misty. Very timely."

For the rest of the journey, no one spoke in the car until we were walking on the road in the city center. The neon lights at night shone directly into the clouds. Walking with the night breeze made people feel comfortable.

"It turns out there is garbage on the ground in the city center."

"It's not there anywhere."

There are not many customers in Jinguji Temple. The shopping guide at the counter is a black guy named Zane. He is very fashionable. A black man who is very fashionable but not hip-hop always makes people feel like a sissy, and he is no exception. What I said

That is, think about it in your heart.

Misty took Takemura to try on clothes. This Japanese guy has a very standard figure and looks good in anything he wears. He is naturally gifted in clothes.

She drove Zhucun away on purpose.

I thought that Victor had something to say to me, and just as it happened, I also had something to say to him.

Johnny scoffed, "Do you really think he can help you get it done? Save your energy."
Chapter completed!