indescribable cyberpunk.

Chapter 298 True and False
dirty, cramped
This is Zhu Jue's first impression of this market.

Rough steel buildings with no sense of aesthetics are all over this area. They are crowded together, and the gaps cannot even allow a person to pass through. Some buildings are crookedly put together, which makes people involuntarily think of two greasy uncles. The disgusting scene of pushing and shoving back and forth, and all kinds of strange signs hanging on the outside of the building. These are the resident shops of the black market, and they can do everything, and the prosthetic body modification shops are undoubtedly the most popular among them.

The streets are the most primitive dirt roads, with sewage and garbage everywhere, except for those resident shops that occupy a large area alone, here are the concentration of rental stalls, and rows of shacks are built wantonly on both sides of the road.

With his hands in his pockets, Zhu Jue glanced at the stalls around him.

Prosthetic body parts, special robots, weapons and equipment, drugs, special props and other things that are impossible to appear in the regular market can be seen everywhere here. Occasionally, in some of the shops, you can see "human body goods" in special compartments. ", I just don't know whether the "commodity" inside is dead or alive.

He didn't pay much attention, because Zhu Jue didn't think he could change anything.

Crossing the shanty stalls and coming to the permanent booth area, the store manager took the mobile phone and compared the address in the information to find the exact location.

"Usually, after you kill those guests, do you send them here?"

Zhu Jue, who withdrew his gaze, asked casually.

"Uh, that's true. The efficiency of the black market's disposal of corpses is very fast. I just need to bring people to a site nearby. I don't need to do any processing at all. They can complete a rough test in about 15 minutes and then come up with a price. I'll just take the money and leave."

The store manager thought that Zhu Jue was asking him about the situation in the black market, so he answered truthfully after thinking about it.

"Have you made a lot of money?"

Zhu Jue suddenly walked two steps quickly, hugged the store manager's shoulder, and said with a smile,

"Teach me this way, you know, I'm an outsider and it's very difficult to make money."

"Actually, there are not many. After all, places like antique shops usually don't have many people coming, and you can't kill people on sight. You have to have a choice. I offended you today because of the silver pot."

Xu was worried that Zhu Jue might have misunderstood something, the store manager clasped his index finger and thumb together, and said,

"I don't break the law very often. I'm a law-abiding citizen most of the time. I just have to eat occasionally."

"Hey~ Don't be so ignorant, it has nothing to do with me whether you kill or not. I have seen a lot of dead people. Yecheng, you know, that's where I used to live."

Zhu Jue didn't seem to care about the dark tricks of the store manager at all.

"What you said is that everyone is fighting for survival, and the existence of those weak people is the soil that provides us with nutrients."

The store manager swallowed, feeling that the people beside him were somewhat reasonable, and looked relaxed. It happened that he was already close to the location marked on the address, so he pointed to a dilapidated building in front of him and said,
"That's right there, you don't need to speak later, I will be in charge of communication, and I can also help you obtain their information."

"It seems that our store manager is very thoughtful. I have another question. Have you been here before? I'm worried that if the people inside don't know you, there will be trouble."

Passing through a neon sign, the red light is reflected on the back of the palm on the shoulder of the store manager, where some gravel is spilling out.

Zhu Jue kept smiling, but a coldness began to appear in his eyes.

"I haven't been here before. After all, it's only been three months. The only person I've met holding a silver pot is you. Don't worry about this. They made it very clear that they only recognize things. Just take it there and take out the silver pot."

"Oh, that's a good thing, that means whether I'm here or not, as long as you're there with the silver pot and tell them where I am, you can get paid, right?"

"Yes."

"Okay, let's go to the store manager."

Stopping suddenly, Zhu Jue pressed the palm of the store manager's back, and suddenly pushed him into the narrow alleyway on the left front, and glanced at the surrounding environment, no one approached.

"I really let myself go?"

The store manager who was out of trouble still couldn't believe it, and looked back with his eyes wide open, did the other party just let him go?

"I asked the store manager to go, not you."

Zhu Jue pursed his lips, without any smile on his face, kneading Feng Ling's cheek, and said softly.

"I don't quite understand what you mean. You said let the store manager pass by. Am I not the store manager?"

The store manager didn't understand the meaning of Zhu Jue's words, but when he raised his hand to point at himself, he found that a mass of gravel had appeared on his hand at some point.

uh~ uh~
The sandy cocoon formed by the scavenger leaned against the dark alleyway, and a dull howling sound came from it.

"Those people who were sent here after being stunned by you are probably not much different from what you are going through now, but I don't think you can sell those dark hearts, so just feed them to the scavenger .”

Zhu Jue stood where he was, watching the cocoon gradually shrink the whole time, waiting for the scavenger to rewind and reintegrate into his body.

After a short blur, another store manager appeared at the entrance of the alleyway.

"I said, let the store manager go, not you."

Putting on the gold-rimmed round-frame glasses sent by the scavenger, Zhu Jue stroked the short blonde hair on top of his head, picked up the other party's mobile phone, and unlocked it with his fingerprint as expected.

Walking into the iron-clad building ahead, Zhu Jue frowned at the dim colored lights and all kinds of sundries piled up in the dilapidated corridors. He stepped over several garbage bags and looked at the closed doors one after another.

There are not all shops here, and there seem to be some aborigines in the Pasifica area.

Sense unfolds silently, examining the surrounding environment.

There seemed to be people in every room, so Zhu Jue touched his nose with some doubts.

Who else likes to live on the edge of the black market?

The room at the address arrived soon, Zhu Jue looked at the office sign outside, wanted to ring the doorbell, but found that there was no such "high-tech" thing as a doorbell in the room here, so he could only bend his fingers to knock on the door .

"Fengling, help me pay attention to the surrounding situation outside, and call me if you find anything."

Taking advantage of the time when the other party came to open the door, Zhu Jue whispered to the wind chime on his shoulder. The latter rubbed Zhu Jue's cheek, turned around and jumped onto the iron frame outside the window, and found a clean place to crawl.

creak~
"Is there a problem?"

A woman in a black suit poked her head out and asked.

"I heard that you received this thing for 100 million yuan?"

Taking out the silver pot and shaking it in front of the other party, Zhu Jue directly expressed his intention.

Seeing the things in Zhu Jue's hand, the woman's expression froze, and she turned her head to ask for instructions inside the room: "Boss, there are new customers here."

"again?"

Zhu Jue asked with some doubts. The other party's reaction meant that he was not the only one coming tonight?

"Please come in."

A thick male voice came from inside the room, and the woman immediately opened the door, beckoning Zhu Jue to go in.

The decoration of this office hidden near the black market is not as messy as it looks from the outside. Although it is not exquisite, it is still a normal office.

Walking through the corridor at the main entrance and entering the house, Zhu Jue immediately saw the people sitting on both sides of the sofa in the middle of the room and several silver pots on the low table.

Zhu Jue subconsciously glanced at the silver pot in his hand.

Is this thing so common?
"Sit there casually, and look at the one in your hand after I finish the appraisal here."

The man sitting on the sofa on the left raised his finger and pointed to the seats on the other side of the room and said.

There were already 3 people sitting there, and when Zhu Jue cast his eyes on them, they were also looking at Zhu Jue.

The current situation is undoubtedly beyond Zhu Jue's expectations. Before he came here, he thought that such objects involving different dimensions were always very rare. Even if there were, many people would hide them in order to keep them secret. As a result, It looked like there were a lot of people selling things.
"Are you here to sell this too?"

Sit in the back according to the seat number, Zhu Jue talked to a middle-aged man next to him who looked sallow and thin, who seemed to be suffering from some serious illness.

"Of course, one million, who doesn't want to sell?"

Even on this sweltering summer night, the man still wearing a black overcoat and tightly wrapped his body first glanced at the silver pot in Zhu Jue's hand, and then said,
"Friend, the one in your hand looks real, where did you get it?"

"What's real or fake? Even fake ones are accepted here?"

Zhu Juezheng looked at the deal being negotiated over there in puzzlement, and only thought of the reason when he heard the middle-aged man's words. He blinked and acted as if he was furious after being discovered the secret.

"This is the real thing. I captured a young man and snatched it from him."

Zhu Jue said this on purpose. Although the one in his hand is indeed the real one, only by showing this appearance at this time can the few eavesdropping people next to him think that he is a fake and relax their vigilance.

"I don't believe it. Look at the pots in those guys' hands. As an antique dealer, I can tell at a glance that someone imitated them in a small workshop. They come to sell it for 100 million. Hospital certified moron."

The middle-aged man didn't pay much attention to Zhu Jue's words. He lowered his voice and pointed to the two parties who were negotiating over there.

While the two were talking, there seemed to be a quarrel between the two groups of people on the sofa. Obviously, the people at the office didn't take advantage of it and easily recognized it as a fake. He is the real thing, and he also said how much painstaking effort it took to find this "treasure".

Their general meaning is very simple. If they refuse to give 100 million 10,000+, they still have to be concerned, right?
Otherwise, this matter will never end tonight!
This is dependent.

While wrangling in this office, several computers and some instruments were working uninterruptedly in the room separated by two walls.

"Sir, we found a second suspicious item!"

Someone sat in front of the computer to report the situation, and the picture on the screen was the silver pot in Zhu Jue's hand.

(End of this chapter)