indescribable cyberpunk.

Chapter 296
Deliberately fixed rattan chairs, inductive scenery introduction, and the placement of this incense burner.

Undoubtedly, this store manager has played tricks on customers a lot.

"Wow~ Ordinary glass bottles can't hold the steel needles shot by this mechanism."

The steel needle was blocked, the store manager didn't have much panic on his face, but shook his head and said,
"It seems that the mechanics in the underground market are not very reliable. They said that unless it is a prosthetic human armed to the neck and the back of the head within ten meters, no one can resist the steel needle. It turns out that this is the third There was an accident after using it for the first time, but it’s not entirely a bad thing, at least you can get a fresh body, and healthy human organs are now in high demand.”

"Ha, this is a high-end soft drink. I bought it for 8 yuan, but what's the matter with you so confident?"

Just as Zhu Jue was about to say something, his body shook for a while, and he barely stabilized his figure by grasping the wicker chair with both hands.

"Of course I am confident. You have been by my incense burner for so long. Its internal mechanism is not just a steel needle. It is just a gadget that was added later. Judging by your appearance, you should be of Asian descent. What, you guys Have you forgotten everything about your ancestors?"

The store manager spoke a strange dialect accent, took out a small porcelain jar from the inside of the counter behind the incense burner, took out half a knuckle-length brown lump and put it into the incense burner, the smoke that had become thinner became much thicker .

"May I ask why you did it to me?"

Zhu Jue put the cracked glass bottle with a steel needle back on the table, rubbed Feng Ling's forehead, took out the coins, and said the prayer ticket,

"Because of these two things, or is it the silver pot on the table?"

"You have a good physique. If you pass the physical examination, I can earn about 60 yuan in the black market by selling your organs, at least. Then I can replace you with a few prosthetic organs, as long as you can keep alive, and this silver pot can Selling treasures worth 100 million federal coins, my antique store is supported by these extra money."

The store manager probably felt that he had settled for Zhujue, and the ease and joy in his words were not concealed.

"Forget about organ trafficking. Can that thing sell for 100 million?"

It's not that Zhujue hasn't checked the silver jug ​​before. Its material and engravings on the jug's body should not be sold at such a high price.

"Of course this pot isn't worth that much. You who own this pot are worth the money. As long as you bring it over, the money will be paid on the spot. Tsk, a fool is a fool. Don't you know that this form of hypnotic will fade over time?" And gradually penetrate into the body? I thought you were going to fight, but I didn't expect you to be a brainless waste. I really think highly of you. You don't even call for help. Young people, you can't do it in this place Survive in a dangerous society."

Looking at Zhu Jue who was still standing there with some disappointment, the store manager threw the stun gun and signal jammer behind the counter in boredom.

He counted many situations, but he didn't expect that his opponent was a fool.

This made him feel that his IQ was insulted.

There is only a sliver of sunset light left, reflecting on the plaque hanging on the wall of the store: No deception.

The condition is not bad.

"It seems that the buyer has a very close relationship with you?"

Zhu Jue gestured for Feng Ling, who was still alive and kicking, to hide with his hand behind his back, and then asked.

"No, we haven't even met once. The news reached me three months ago, and I'm not the only one. In Watson District, any well-known antique dealers know how to contact him. You choose to come here for appraisal. These things have hit the muzzle!"

While talking, the store manager's eyes fell on the cat behind Zhu Jue. It was still wandering around before, but now it suddenly fell to the ground in a sprawling manner, showing an AWSL appearance, which made him frown involuntarily. .

In order not to expose the effect of the smoke, he specially asked someone to modify the formula. This is a fog that only works on humans!
Moreover, the person in front of him must have stood there for too long after the medicine mist took effect.

"You're not affected, are you?"

While the store manager was talking, his finger behind the counter suddenly twitched, and he turned to touch a button on the inside of the counter.

Hey~
A gray velvet paw held his arm, and the wind chime that was lying on the ground a few seconds ago appeared at the counter at some point, whispering to Zhu Jue who was looking at the other side.

The latter just raised his hand and made a downward movement.

"Hey~ your cat. Ah!!!"

Before the store manager had time to react, a sharp pain suddenly came from the finger that was pressed by the paw. Looking over, all he saw was a finger that was forcibly crushed into a flat ball of meat and the counter covered with cracks. The desktop, and then looked at the humble little lynx with a face full of disbelief. This is a specially reinforced counter!

Was it just cracked by its paw?
"Feng Ling, in fact, the action just now meant to let you hold down his hand so that he wouldn't move around."

Looking at the store manager who was blushing because of the pain, Zhu Jue couldn't help laughing. Seeing that Feng Ling thought he had done something wrong and wanted to withdraw his claws, he continued,

"But it's not a big problem. After all, the consequences are not too bad. This store manager, it seems that you are a big customer behind you. Maybe you can tell me his contact information. In this way, I can save you a lot of trouble." , For example, the energy required to carry me in a coma, the taxi fare, etc. The most important thing is that you can continue to live, and a broken finger is ten thousand times better than turning into a corpse."

Although Zhu Jue really wanted to pretend to be dizzy and let the antique store manager take him directly to someone who was willing to pay millions to buy a silver jug, but the former would obviously empty out his body in a real sense before that, so he decided to be straightforward Some.

Leaving from the rattan chair, he walked steadily to the counter, took back the silver pot from the store manager's hand, lit the incense burner next to him and said, "What's the use of it?"

"Under normal circumstances, it has no effect, but as long as the internal mechanism is slightly adjusted, it can make people fall into a coma after inhaling a certain amount. Why don't you faint?"

Even though he was suffering from excruciating pain, the store manager still wanted to know that his secret mist, which was omnipotent, would suddenly fail.

"Mr. Store Manager, you said it was a certain amount. I'm afraid you are aiming at the dosage set for adults. You never thought that there are differences in physique even among adults."

Turning the incandescent lamp so that it completely illuminates the finger that the store manager estimates has no possibility of recovery other than replacing it with a prosthesis, Zhu Jue tsk-tsk said,

"So it's very difficult for an old guy like you to survive in this sinister society. Why can't you learn what you know so well?"

It doesn't feel good to be educated with what you just said, but the store manager opened his mouth, but in the end he couldn't utter any rebuttal words.

Ten p.m
It's still an antique shop from the old days.

The well-preserved classical record player plays hoarse and vicissitudes of life songs, and the surrounding wall lamps emit warm beige light, reflecting on the surrounding antiques, which is really beautiful.

Zhu Jue was lying on the rattan chair, sipping tea, looking at the night view of Watson District outside, followed by shaking his head vaguely, Feng Ling was curled up in his arms, his four paws wrapped around his thighs, and he was still chewing a piece of beef jerky.

"Mr. Zhu, the underground market should be open, let's go down and have a look?"

As the owner of the antique shop, even if his fingers were crushed into a ball of meat, the shop manager still put on gloves and continued to serve the customers.

"lead the way."

Zhu Jue glanced up at the store manager, got up and said.

According to what the store manager said before, the buyers who asked for information about the silver jug ​​and its owner gave them the address of these antique dealers in the underground market in Watson District, as long as there is something to gain. Go directly to the door, pay with one hand, and deliver with one hand.

Naturally, Zhu Jue would not leave after taking the address, but stayed in the antique shop until now, and asked the store manager to take him there in person.

"As long as you lead me to find someone, you will be safe, so you must work hard."

Leaving the building where the antique shop is located, Zhu Jue looked at the crowds on the street, put his palm on the shoulder of the store manager and squeezed it, and said in a deep voice.

"If the other party is not here"

The store manager whose shoulders were pinched subconsciously remembered the pain when his fingers were crushed just now, his body trembled, and he turned around and said bitterly.

"Of course I sent you to meet the original owners of those antiques in my shop. Is it hard to guess the answer?"

The strength of the palm was increased, and the store manager who was walking in front was staggered, and Zhu Jue stated a fact lightly.

"Don't worry, even if he's not here, I will try my best to find him!"

That's all the talk, what else is there to say?

Passing through the gate hung with plastic panels in the alleyway, Zhu Jue followed behind the store manager and glanced at the shops on the basement floor.

On the right is an all-red-light district. The signboards at the entrance are almost all in an ambiguous pink color, and the visitors are also scantily clad girls.

On the left side are more than a dozen smoggy restaurants with dilapidated facades, and more than a dozen sallow and emaciated people were lying or sitting there, puffing.

Zhu Jue looked around in surprise. He knew that sex and drugs must be indispensable in places like underground markets, but can these few shops be called a market?
Fortunately, the manager of the antique store did not stop, but took Zhu Jue straight along the corridor, and finally stood in a large elevator at the end of the corridor. The latter's eyes subconsciously showed the floor sign on the right side of the door.
On the ground, underground?
"Hey, why are there only two floors, and you can still hear the sound of subway trains?"

When Zhu Jue came over, he thought that the underground market in Dawn City was similar to the commercial buildings on the ground, and that it should be divided into floors, but the signs of the elevators in front of him and the rumble of trains in his ears were faint. Made him frown.

"Your first visit to Watson District?"

Regarding Zhu Jue's question, the store manager replied in a moment of astonishment.

"Does this have something to do with my going to the underground market?"

"Please forgive my offense. You may not know that we are going to take a special train to go to the underground market. This is a station entrance. The shops above are just a cover."

Realizing that Zhu Jue was here for the first time, the store manager immediately understood his doubts and hurriedly explained.

"Is it so high-end?"

What appeared in Zhu Jue’s mind was a subway train going vertically downwards
This kind of device is too curious.

(End of this chapter)