Johnny was about to be strangled to death by me.

But we all know that he will not really die like this.

Johnny didn't even bother to pretend to be in pain. In fact, although I had a real feeling for him, it was more of an imaginary touch in a dream.

I stared at his face, the face of a beautiful and wild man, the smell of a prodigal and a madman, which can attract women, gay men and monks who abide by the precepts at the same time.

He squinted his eyes and looked calm, as if he was basking in the Hawaiian sun.

When his body dissipated at a certain moment, I suddenly felt like I was waking up. The world in my dream was far away almost instantly. As my consciousness returned to my body unstoppably, I could no longer listen to the story of the red-haired man.

"woke up?"

"Yeah." I didn't open my eyes, but I knew the person speaking was Lu Zongping.

"Do you really want to be alone now?"

"...Yes." Look, you can clearly see what I'm thinking, so why do you pretend not to know and ask me specifically?

"I left a small gift for you on the bedside. Think of it as a blessing for your recovery."

"Thank you." He said weakly.

He left, and he heard the sound of footsteps.

I don't know how many people are still in the room, maybe there are none. There is no one in the room. The sound of breathing and footsteps have become quiet, leaving only the gentle air flow of the ventilation system.

Ai.

I tried to sigh.

No one responded, so it looked like they were really done.

Open your eyes quietly and look around - except for the mess after the party, the room is indeed empty.

You may understand, or you may not understand, but in short, when a person learns the bad news and knows his or her fate of dying, he will always be willing to be alone for a while, because all the comfort at this time cannot take effect. Death is such a huge thing that takes away happiness.

, sadness, the joy of forgetting sadness, the sadness and joy of forgetting happiness, can eat them all, eat them all. The fat God of Death sits beside my bed, making me unable to see the world around me.

"Yo yo yo, isn't this V? It's been a long time since we last seen each other, and you're so bad?" Johnny just appeared in my sight, squatting on the bedside with a smile.

"roll."

Johnny breathed a sigh of relief and picked up a cigarette: He is an electronic ghost and smokes an electronic cigarette. I can't smell it, otherwise I will definitely beat him up.

This man just sat down leaning against the head of the bed so comfortably, we were like two cats huddled in the same box.

And I was undoubtedly angry that my personal space was being invaded.

I won’t say it, but I know Johnny can tell that if he still has a wink, as my destined murderer, he can obediently roll back into the chip and let me digest the dopamine after the nausea and headache subside.

reward.

But he still sat there.

I admit that his bad behavior made me feel a little bit sad and aggrieved. Johnny Silverhand is undoubtedly a bitch. He not only wanted to kill me, but also wanted to see my pain during this long execution process.

For a person like him who is full of hatred, this terrible punishment will definitely make him hungry and thirsty.

So why should I bear this fate?

What on earth gave me such a fate?

Maybe before I know the truth, I can still shout like all the hippies: Fuck capitalism!

But now, I'm afraid I can't do it.

The world is a false program. I can imagine that the creator of this program is creating a background for the digital consciousnesses living in it, just like God does. However, God did not specify the year, month, day and social background in advance, but

In the program, you only need to do a little bit of work - pull out one of the countless social background settings, various isms, various ideological trends, various systems, and then boom, a set world appears.

If you ask me to choose, what kind of system do I want to live under?

That's really a problem.

"To be or his is a question." - Johnny Silverhand said.

"Fuck you, what do you want to say?"

"I'm thinking about how I can keep you alive."

"You better be, otherwise I will try my best to drive you out."

"Listen to me, I have a plan that will definitely save us all."

"I don't want to hear it."

"It doesn't matter whether you want to listen or not. If I talk, can you still cover your ears?"

Do you mind if I show you the manicure on my middle finger?

Johnny took a puff of his cigarette and said, "If I'm not mistaken, we are trapped in Arasaka's mikoshi."

"First tell me what it is."

"You also know what Relic is. This thing can upload people's consciousness to network technology. Mikoshi is such a place filled with consciousness."

This statement sounds somewhat reliable, "You mean, the world we live in is a simulation program run by Arasaka in the mikoshi, right?"

"Yes, this is the truth. Although we may not be able to escape this program, we can definitely find this shrine. This is the best way I can think of."

"Then the question is, where is the mikoshi?"

"I don't know. Fifty years have passed, how could I still know this."

"It seems I have to talk to that friend from Zhucun."

"You mean that Japanese guy? I don't like him."

"It's okay if you don't like it. If it can disgust you, that's the best thing."

Pulling myself together again, I decided to take a look at the gift Lu Zongping gave me.

"Holy shit," Johnny was amused, "Pocket watch? What kind of antique thing is this?"

A pocket watch, made of brass, without a bracelet, with a skull printed on the cover. The cover pops up when the buckle is pressed, with a white porcelain dial and a simple design.

A very valuable handicraft, it must be very valuable. Although I don’t understand Lu Zongping’s intention of giving this thing to me, I think it is definitely not a waste. This is the first time he has given me a gift in so many years.

To be honest, I haven't seen him give anything to anyone, and even his adopted children didn't get one or two souvenirs of warm moments from him.

There is also a note under the pocket watch, which is a note written by Lu Zongping: The mysterious pocket watch from the legendary investigator is said to have the special power to trace back history and can greatly help the investigator to find out the truth. Its last

A master borrowed its power to discover all the secrets of the Obra Dinn.

So that’s it, it’s really reliable.

I really can't wait to try it.

Johnny: "Okay, Miss Agent Holmes, where should we go now?"

"Well, let me think about Johnny Watson. I think we have two choices now. The first is to find that Takemura. As Saburo's bodyguard, he must know a lot of inside stories, and he is now living on the street.

We also need our help very much.”

Johnny waited for a while, then reluctantly asked: "What about the second choice?"
Chapter completed!