"Those eyes make me sick to my stomach." Johnny said what I was thinking. I also felt sick to my stomach when I saw the man with blue eyes - well, we are adults, let's be honest, I actually
I feel scared.
It is normal for prosthetic eyes to emit blue light, which is almost equivalent to the indicator light of the Internet. Usually, when buying a meal and transferring money, the eyes will glow. As a modified cyberman, the public aesthetic these days is actually getting further and further away from carbon-based organisms.
Yes, but seeing this blue-eyed man, Johnny and I both felt physical discomfort directly.
His eyes, his expression, his meticulous hairstyle and tall suit, the way he holds the umbrella handle, everything is very delicate. If he is not a blue-eyed guy, we usually call this kind of person a fussy rich man.
But now, such a sophisticated humanoid creature feels to me like a puppet in a ventriloquism show.
What's worse than a ventriloquist? A ventriloquist and a stupid doll.
I have never felt that this kind of ventriloquism performance is so joyful. When I was a child, I was most afraid of ventriloquist people and those dyed weaving crafts stuffed with human hands. I can't take my attention away from that fake smile.
The performer's face moved away, and when it controlled the puppet to open and close its snout, its tense expression, slightly parted lips, and eyes that glowed viciously in the dark made me feel sincerely disgusted.
.
What could be worse than a ventriloquist and a stupid doll?
On a miserable rainy night of death, you meet that stupid doll staring at you without blinking.
"V, do you have an idea in your mind? Tell it and listen."
"You have thought of what I am thinking, and I want to hear what you are thinking even more."
"Find this son of a bitch and give his mother a shot."
"This is exactly what I thought, is there anything else?"
"...This is a scam. You have to escape, V. This is a huge whirlpool in the sea. If you don't escape, you will be torn apart."
"This is exactly what I thought."
"It's almost time."
Yes, the time is almost up, and the pocket watch should take us back to the original time and space, but when we wait until the dark tide recedes, what appears in front of us is still the Tight-mouthed Motel.
"What happened?" Johnny said in a bad tone.
"I don't know, I hate surprises, but maybe we can look for any unexpected discoveries."
In fact, we didn't understand the mechanism of the pocket watch at the time. It would search for the souls of the dead. There were other dead people in this hotel.
That night, as far as I know, three people died in the hotel.
Dexter and his pony Oleg Darkovich, and of course me, only I was resurrected.
Fat Hei's body was found in the garbage dump, but where was his body?
The time now seems to be after I was shot - this is what I have confirmed. The door of room 204 has been opened. When I came to the corridor, there was blood on the ground, extending all the way into the darkness. There was still someone lying in the room.
The pocket watch trembled with Ma Zai's corpse. When I opened the cover of the watch, the corpse suddenly turned into a gloomy bone-white light mist, which was completely sucked away by the pocket watch.
Johnny only had time to curse, "What the hell..." and we were immediately driven back to the original time and space.
call--
Back.
"What happened?"
"I don't know, but this pocket watch is vibrating, very weakly."
I tried to open the watch cover, but the thing seemed to be welded together, maybe it was not the right time.
Takemura didn't seem to notice anything strange. The things assigned to him were done, but he had nowhere else to go.
"Okay, the clue is gone, what to do next?" Johnny said lazily.
I know he is actually still planning the concert.
Well, Roger hasn't contacted me yet. If I'm not in a hurry, maybe I can go and do Jack a favor. I don't know how he's handling it.
However, the huge desire for knowledge is tormenting me, torturing me so strongly that it makes me lose my mind: the clues of the pocket watch, the man with blue eyes, the secret of Dexter's resurrection from the dead, the whereabouts of the body of Oleg the horseman
——How wonderful it would be if the truth could be clearly laid out in front of me!
I felt like I didn't have much time left, and that biochip could kill me at any time - because I couldn't take it off, and I didn't dare to take it off so rashly. What happened to the other me was completely different.
It shows that the biochip is not a gadget that can be easily dealt with. My life is at stake.
Oh, when I think of this, I can't help feeling depressed. Emotions are more powerful than me. I'm often defeated by them. It's so inexplicable. When they're unhappy, they punch me in the face and wait for my expression to change.
When it was pale, it laughed out loud. I had no idea what it was like.
The world is so cruel and cold. I can't change anything. I can't even control my emotions.
There are two souls in my head now, neither of which belongs to me.
Yes, I have been busy these past two days. Every day there are gun battles, flying bullets and death, lively two-dimensional singles, street racing, and business discussions with big guys. These things fill my day, but I don’t know how to face it.
Regarding night, I sincerely don't want the sun to set, but it is also beyond my control.
"What's wrong V? You look so bad?"
"What time is it Johnny?"
"You have to ask yourself that."
"Oh, five o'clock in the afternoon, great." On a summer day, the sun approaches the horizon at five o'clock, and the sky becomes somewhat dim, covered with an iron-gray melancholy tone. It's the kind of thing that's still suitable for shopping, but always
It’s a period of time that can’t help but be on tenterhooks.
I called Jack, but he seemed busy and didn't answer.
That's what happened...I, when I think about it, I want to take Jack to buy new clothes with Misty. The clothes in Jinguji Temple are definitely fashionable enough, so that Jack can look like a dog in the temple.
The gangsters on the street called me "damn rich guy" - At that time, we were in Chambi Building, and we all thought that we would become big shots and make a fortune.
None of this matters.
"Hey Misty, it's me."
Misty on the other end of the phone was obviously a little surprised, "You don't look good, maybe you should take a good rest."
"Don't worry about that. Are you free tonight? I want to buy Jack some clothes. Just treat it as, uh, a small gift. I want to give him a surprise. After all, he has helped me so much."
"No problem, I'll wait for you in the store at seven o'clock in the evening."
"Okay, see you there or see you."
Takemura seemed a little embarrassed.
"What are you thinking about, Goro? Come with me to Jinguji Temple to buy clothes tonight?"
"Thank you for your kindness, but please allow me to refuse."
"What are you thinking about? We two ladies need a bag carrier. Can he be a little more gentlemanly?"
"...Okay, I won't do it next time."
I was almost amused by him, "Okay, I'll listen to you."