Cyber ​​Swordsman 2121

Chapter 71, the end and the beginning again

Zhang Baoren felt that his long-sleeping memory was salvaged from an ocean, pieced together from fragments, and woke up from the chaos.

"I'm in a dream again, this time I'm Siming, the chef..."

"But why was the dream so dead this time, I almost didn't wake up..."

Zhang Baoren was full of thoughts at the moment, but as he gradually became clear-headed, the whole world suddenly shook, distorted and deformed... It seemed that the dream world could not continue.

This made him quickly restrain his thoughts, not daring to think about those things that stimulated the dream.

According to the previous experience, every restart of the dream will make it more difficult to wake up, and judging from the degree of difficulty of waking up this time, if there is another restart, it may really be impossible to wake up...

"Hello…"

'Zhang Baoren' on the opposite side said, he may have thought about the fact that he was about to receive a talisman and open the door to a new world, but he didn't care about 'I' just misunderstood him, and ordered food casually, "Give me a drink Tea-flavored nutritional water (liquid), two biscuits."

I know it's because he was sheltering from the rain at the door of my 'restaurant', and it seemed a little embarrassing not to buy something... Besides, it's raining, so it's good to drink something to warm up.

"I'll get it for you right now." I reached out to take out the paper cup from the cabinet under the counter, and then took the green liquid from the rightmost faucet at the bottom of the cooking machine.

Pick up a little more, and good people deserve kindness.

Put the eaux-de-vie on the counter, and I took out the biscuits sealed in the box to prevent moisture from the cabinet.

"What kind of biscuits do you want?"

"It's fine... um... it's still the original flavor."

"Okay, good taste."

"It's 3 Singapore coins in total, right?"

He glanced at the price list in the window, and without waiting for my answer, he transferred 3 Singapore dollars to the watch-shaped personal terminal worn in his left hand.

The sound of the machine's arrival sounded, and I said the lines I should have said, "Thank you for coming, thank you for your patronage."

He reached for the food, then turned around and moved a few steps aside. I knew he was avoiding the main entrance of my restaurant so as not to affect the business.

What a nice person!

I nodded proudly in my heart, then turned around, and at the same time a man in a black leather jacket, looking at someone in his 40s, just came in front of me.

I know this man is Zhang Shan, a killer, and he is about to do his last business. Because of the rain, I want to take shelter in front of my shop and drink a glass of his favorite eau-de-vie.

"Give me a glass of tomato water," he said.

"Hi, do you just want tomatoes?" I asked with a professional smile.

"Yes." The man confirmed again.

He looked at me with the power to see everything, and he saw the tension and fear on my face when I ran into two unexpected visitors who were not easy to mess with just after killing a man.

At the same time, he also saw that the person I was worried about was more inclined to the gangster Zhang Baoren who I knew and was misunderstood by me as a villain.

Then he subconsciously collected information based on his professional habits, he took a light breath, the tiny oxygen filter detector in his nose was activated, and a sweet smell mixed between acid rain and Marsala was transmitted to his body nervous system.

It's the smell of fresh blood.

The familiar aura cheered him up, and he began to observe secretly more seriously.

Because there were only three people around, the gangster Zhang Baoren, who was sheltering from the rain, happened to be feeling restlessly for the gun in his right pocket because of his alertness to danger.

So he confidently deduced the story of the murder that happened here... thinking that the gangster Zhang Baoren had just done something here.

He guessed wrong.

Murders did happen here, but I did it.

And because I suddenly ran into two people who were not easy to mess with after the murder, I was flustered. When the two people on the opposite side were testing each other's vigilance, I subconsciously made the last one made by the young man just now, and added the 'Nano God Killing Gu' The tomato eaux-de-vie was handed to the killer.

"Here's your tomato water..."

"Thank you..." The killer paid the bill, nodded with Zhang Baoren in my terrified eyes, and left the place of right and wrong in the rain.

And Zhang Baoren waited there until the rain stopped, and then walked in the same direction where the killer left just now.

At this point I can finally go back to the bathroom in the back.

But when I opened the door of the bathroom, I suddenly found that the man who was cut by me just now was bloody and bloody. From the perspective of a chef, the young man who was definitely dead left the position where he was lying, dragged a bloodstain on the ground and came to the door. There were bloodstains on the door, as if struggling to escape.

Although it seems that he didn't succeed, on the contrary, he was really dead because of the blood drained, but...but I found that his personal terminal that was not closed showed that he had just sent out a message.

I collapsed on the ground.

I know that I have now become a firefly in the dark, and I have been completely exposed to the eyes of those hunters hiding in the dark, and I can no longer hide.

despair?fear?
I smiled... When the situation reached the most irreversible point, I relaxed instead, and I was no longer so anxious and scared as before.

So be it!

I got up and went out to close the restaurant door first, then turned on the music, solemnly mixed a glass of water of life for myself, went back to the bathroom, sat next to the young man's body, and drank it slowly...

The nano-robots that were mixed with the water of life and swallowed into my stomach gnawed at my nerves and flesh. I felt that I was gradually becoming weak, but my thinking became more active due to the loss of vitality.

Just like in legends, people always recall their whole life when they are dying.

I thought of the father who was always so serious and gentle, and he always puffed out his chest and said solemnly, "Zi said:..."

I thought of the mother who always loved to hug me and make delicious food for me. I thought of her last confession to me lying on the bed after my father left, "Be careful for the rest of your life!"

I also remembered that the young man lurked by my side with malicious intentions before, hiding murderous intentions towards me...

Fusheng flashed in his mind like a light and shadow, and then all the grievances and hatreds were forgotten, and they were meaningless.

With the remaining strength, I took out an antique collected in my breast pocket because I was nostalgic for the old times-an old-fashioned silver lighter that burned kerosene. The flint rubbed a flame, and then jumped in mid-air and landed on the curtain.

A raging flame ignited, jumping and licking everything in the soothing music, the whole world was burning in my eyes, everything twisted and shattered in the firelight, turning into a handful of ashes of nothingness...

With a faint sound coming from nowhere, in my eyes and in my heart, there is only darkness, an extremely silent darkness...

Just like that, I don't know how much time has passed...

(End of this chapter)