A wild roar of unknown meaning.
A man's voice.
The scream of an angry man in pain.
Johnny and I had no vivid senses at this time, so we could only listen to this.
Then another man said: "Hey, who are you? This is a construction site, please get out if you are not involved."
The roar paused for a moment, and then there was the sound of bullets being loaded.
"What are you going to do?! Put down your weapon! Ah!——"
Bang——
With the sound of the gunshot, I felt a great sense of existence, and we emerged from the inexplicable vortex of time and space.
Almost immediately, I realized that everything in front of me did not actually happen in the time and space we were in. This was the moment when the worker who fell on the ground was killed.
Now this moment is frozen, the poor guy is about to fall but not fall down, his chest and back are pierced by bullets, the bullet bounces on the ground with a few blood stains, and the traces of the air being distorted are very clear.
If it's not clear enough what I said, let me put it another way.
The pocket watch brought Johnny and I to the moment of the incident, and it was a moment where time stood still, like a pause frame when editing a Mewtwo movie.
The same thing is that the time and space range of this retrospection is limited. Looking around, there is a blurry black shadow in the distance.
The difference is that the Mewtwo film is just an information carrier, and everything in front of you is a historical fragment that really happened, which means that it is almost impossible to edit - unless it is some kind of super-dimensional power, then I can't control it, but
In short, this kind of personal experience can provide more information than editing Mewtwo.
To be honest, I didn't understand for a while why Lu Zongping gave me this pocket watch. Maybe he wanted me to use its power to explore the truth. So what is the truth? I don't even want to resist myself.
Nothing is clear.
Johnny clicked his tongue and said, "Now I have no doubt."
"No suspicion?" I looked around the attacker Cedric.
"I have no doubt that you can become a great detective."
"I don't think it's interesting to be a detective, but thank you for the compliment."
Johnny also said: "So, your friend just gave you things like this? It seems that he is really a kind God."
"Johnny, I have known Lu Zongping for nearly twenty years. I even attended the community school he organized. His bar is as warm as home to me."
"Don't get me wrong, I'm just curious about one thing. Why have you known that man for twenty years, but you know so little about him?"
"I don't know, I'm not the kind of person who likes to pry into other people's privacy, nor am I the kind of person who whispers behind my friends' backs."
"Don't think I'm harsh, V, look, look at this -" Johnny pointed at a bullet bouncing off the ground, "This bullet is moving, but it's still, I don't know.
What nonsense am I talking about, but this, this is different. V, this has gone beyond the scope of privacy. This is when you are seriously ill and you know that your friend has a medicine that can save you. It is very easy and cost-free.
There is no big loss of energy, but that person is looking at you like this... No, let me rephrase it, it's like you are a homeless man, hungry on the streets of Night City, and you don't have a place to live, and you know
A billionaire, at this time he only needs to buy you a meal to keep you alive, but he is sitting in a high-end restaurant not far away drinking red wine and watching you struggling on the roadside."
Johnny walked up to me in two or three steps, "That's not fair, V. He didn't fulfill his responsibility as a friend."
"Johnny, do you think everyone in the world must be nice to you? You are a playboy and there is no shortage of women in this life. You can call yourself the king of the world in bed, but in fact you are just a poor man who was killed by Arasaka.
Boy, yes, my friend may really be desperate to save him, but that’s because I’m not a kind person.”
Johnny smoked a cigarette depressedly, "Well, in that case, just wait for death."
"Instead of being bored there, why not come over and help me search for the truth."
"Oh, Miss Holmes, don't forget, I'm just a voice in your head. What I can see is no different from what you see. Strictly speaking, I can only provide advice and cannot help search for the truth."
"Useless trash, if I were really the homeless homeless man about to starve to death, you would just be a paper bowl in my hand to beg for food."
"Thank you for the compliment."
The attacker was armed with a shotgun and opened fire on the unarmed workers. I am certainly outraged by this killing of innocent people, but this man was driven into madness, and in a way it was a good way to get away with it.
I have heard that among the many cyberpsychopaths in Night City, quite a few were absorbed into the violent terrorist mobile team formed by the NCPD after the incident. These people are often crazy because of over-modification, and they also have perfect
They have the will to kill, so they become the best candidates for warriors. They will kill the target without hesitation, without mercy, without the pain of a moral person. Just like the Cedric in front of me, he raises his gun and roughly
Aim and pull the trigger.
I hope Regina can really find a way to cure cyberpsychosis. Living in Night City is already very tiring, and having to be constantly on guard against attacks from madmen is enough.
It seems that at a certain time limit, the vortex of time and space comes from the darkness in all directions, bringing us back to the original time period.
To sum up, this attack was relatively simple.
Speaking of which, I'm not an excellent detective, but I can still deduce the general situation simply. According to the scene and the call records found on the attacker, Cedric's prosthetic body was mainly obtained from the scavengers.
The black market product was inherently unstable, and after inhaling the chemical gas produced by biotechnology, he fell into a state of severe pain and confusion. At this time, he tried to get some nerve blockers, but was kicked by his contact. So he fell into
Total madness.
It's not very interesting, it's not very touching, I would say, it's just an ordinary one among the countless tragedies in Night City.
The greatest value of this incident is that I learned about the function of the skull pocket watch, which is indeed very powerful. I have a hunch that the way to find the truth of the world lies in it.
What should I say? Next, I can go to Evelyn Parker, or I can go to Roger to get a copy of Anders Hermann's information. At the same time, I also want to conduct a large-scale cleaning of the nearby scavengers.
——Just avenge the innocent dead.
If you think about it carefully, time is quite tight.
At this time I have to call on my good friends to help.
"Jack, hey, it's me, listen, I'm a little busy here, can you help me run to the Ritz Bar? Yes, yes, find Evelyn Parker, she should pay for it.
Yes, secondly, I want to ask about the chip. Yes, yes, you go find her first, I am going to the next life."
"Hey, Zhucun? That's it. I have an annoying problem here. Can you come over and do me a favor? I plan to fight a bunch of kidney cutters. Well, I will prepare the weapons. I will try my best to win the battle.
Finish things before two o'clock in the afternoon, I'm still busy."
Johnny sighed: Look, you are like a general now! You have so many good friends who can go up the sword and down the sea of ​​fire for you.
Chapter completed!