Jack looked confused, "Of course I'm fine." He had finished talking to Mrs. Wells, "It's you, V, why do you look so bad? Did you not sleep well last night?"
Can I say I have amnesia?
"What time is it now?"
"Seven o'clock in the morning, sister, you came back very early, you're not late."
So it’s already day two?
"Jack, I feel bad."
"But, V, we are about to start taking action, and we can't let things slip at this time!" Jack was excited, but he was very motivated.
"Jack, I had a dream yesterday..."
"Oh, let's talk as we walk. T-BUG and Dexter are already waiting for us. In the next life, we are here. This is the place for big brothers. Are you ready to have your eyes opened!"
"Well, but..."
Jack put his arm around my shoulders and interrupted my speech. He was really irritable today, and his conversation with Mrs. Wells just now showed an uncontrollable eagerness.
I thought again of Jack in the dream, covered in blood, lying in front of me, oh Jack, and his crisp suit, this is not a good sign!
Because of some indescribable intuition, I recalled that dream over and over again in my mind. As far as I could still understand, everything I remembered, the Fool's Card, the red-haired mercenary and the man with silver arms, the priestess
Under the card are Hanako Arasaka, the dead Jack, the data matrix and the golden branch tree in the distance.
The lights of the Afterlife Nightclub are laser green, mysterious, psychedelic, futuristic, profound, and crazy. Jack laughed loudly, "This is the heart of Night City, girl (Spanish)!"
Going down the corridor, there are pipes on both sides. People who are not qualified to come in are hanging around the door, smoking, drinking and taking drugs in a place blurred by shadows and neon lights. Emerick, the doorman, looks like a tough guy and can stand in this place.
, that is also an incredible person.
Jack talked to him and said he was from Dexter.
Emerick talked to Dexter on the phone and confirmed his identity. Jack looked at me and said, "After doing this job, we don't have to look at other people's faces anymore. We can just come here and check their faces!"
uh-huh.
"He asked you to wait for a while and order whatever you want to drink."
Jack has always been familiar with himself, "You still need to say, my friend (Spanish)."
Oh, Jack, I thought of the way he died again. The barrel of the gun protruding from his forehead was his most proud companion. The pair of pistols he named the Golden Lady were also the ones he used every time.
After shouting: "Ladies and gentlemen, Jack Wells!" I took the guy out of the double holster. This thing actually appeared in his head, and I could see it so clearly.
Will he actually suffer the fate of death in such a prophecy?
I have never been afraid of my own death, but once I encounter the misfortune of a friend, I feel so sad that I can hardly control myself.
Jack took me to the bar. He kept talking, and the names of Night City legends jumped out of his mouth one by one: Susan Forrest, Old Snake, Morgan Blackhand... These people are all from the next life.
Regular customers drink at this long bar.
"Hey, see that old lady?"
While we were sitting on the bar stools, a woman in a yellow shirt walked behind us and was heading to a private room.
Jack obviously recognized her, "She is Rogge, the most powerful middleman in Night City."
I have a vague impression of this name and that woman. She seemed to have appeared in yesterday's dream - Queen Card, yes, it was her, the queen of the nightclub in the next life.
If I were asked to gaze at her face more carefully, maybe I could recall more, but all she left me was a familiar back.
The man with silver arms in the dream personally shouted: Rogge!
The bartender was a woman named Claire, "What can I order?"
I really didn't have the heart to think about this, so I just asked Jack to make the decision for me.
Jack ordered two tequila old fashioneds with beer and chili.
Claire smiled and said, "Two glasses of Jonny Silverhand, here you go."
"Wait, Johnny Silverhand, who is that?" I asked almost without thinking.
Both Jack and Claire responded to my ignorance with emotion, and Jack said bluntly: You should read less about the second dimension!
"Fuck you Jack, let's get down to business!"
Claire brought over the two glasses of old-fashioned tequila, "Here, this is Johnny Silverhand."
Jack couldn't wait to take a big sip, "Ha! It's strong enough!"
"Don't tell me, Jack, this is very important to me."
"Johnny Silverhand, frontman of Samurai Band, pioneer of the rebellion against the Corporation, complete terrorist and legend of Night City."
"Then what has he done?"
"He went and blew up Arasaka Tower." Jack laughed, then added, "With a nuclear bomb."
Wow.
"Johnny Silverhand, what does he look like?"
Jack sent me a picture. The man in the picture was exactly the same as in the dream, the man with silver arms under the Fool card. "What is his relationship with Roger?"
"Hey, everyone says that Roger and Johnny blew up the Arasaka Tower together. Although she always denies it, everyone knows it."
"sharp!"
"No, when Roger debuted, Dexter was still nursing!"
This is the rule of the afterlife. The wine list is named after the names of regular customers. There is only one condition for being on this wine list - death.
And die wonderfully.
In 2023, Johnny Silverhand led people to break into Arasaka Tower and activated the nuclear bomb, which directly led to the end of the Fourth Corporate War. This was a feat and a disaster. He disappeared afterwards, but the impact he left on the world
It cannot be predicted and will not be eliminated.
Jack asked Claire if she wanted to leave a copy of his recipe, and he also wanted to leave his name on the wine list.
As soon as I mentioned this, my heart became heavy again. The circumstances of Jack's death were still vivid in my mind, and he actually brought up such a topic in front of me.
"You are not allowed to say this again! What good is death!"
"Hey, sister, we all have to die. If we can die wonderfully, then it's not in vain."
"Shut up Jack, I won't let you talk about death again, you hear me!"
"Okay, okay..." Jack begged for mercy, but he was obviously absent-minded. Oh, I'm so angry at this guy!
Jack turned to Claire and told her his recipe: vodka, ice, lime juice, ginger beer, and most importantly, a little love.
Fuck you Jack, give me some love. If you die, it will be impossible for people to drink any love from your wine. The people who come to this bar are all lunatics, and their minds are full of fame and wealth... Jack,
If you die, your love will not be worth mentioning!