Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

He muttered silently, then turned around, and the modified "gripper" on his right arm engaged the thread of the sword handle, making a squeaking sound.

The other performers had not yet noticed that the "boss" was dead, and were still searching in vain for the enemy's whereabouts through the rifle scopes. The soft human body cushioned Xin and made him invisible.

"'For most people in this world, death is a kind of relief.'" Shinichi stepped forward and took a horse stance, ready to draw his sword. Memories of life and death swirled in his mind; "For example, Indian companies have established a huge reincarnation system. Do you know, Shin? The descendants of low castes who fail to meet the performance standards there cannot even have human bodies, and can only survive in the bodies of animals and sweeping robots."

As the jet-jet scabbard was activated, Xin kicked his legs hard and rushed out with the unparalleled kinetic energy - the tip of the sword, spinning at high speed like a drill, pierced into the barrel of a street performer's gun, and then crushed the metal of the rifle and the head of the man behind it.

Perhaps it was the advice engraved in the innate qi, or perhaps it was Atara's teachings...Xin felt fear and disgust for the various incidents that happened between people.

"What need is there for burning pits and iron torture instruments?"

The sharp noise of the sword colliding with metal attracted the firepower of the remaining performers, and the bullets flew in a new direction: the grip of his right arm holding the sword used the "wrist" as the axis to rapidly spin the sword into a circle - the rotating shadow almost condensed into a large shield, blocking those bullets that were lucky enough to hit him.

"'Other people are hell already!'"

Xin leaped forward again and again, the blade of the sword kept turning and swept across the bodies crawling on the ground - with screams, life left the bodies of these street performers one after another. Xin was very skilled in killing. The continuous gunshots gradually stopped, and blood mixed with rain accumulated into light red puddles on the plastic film on the floor.

……

At some point, even the noise of the crowd and the chatter of the advertisements had faded away. Only two living people were left on the stage—Xin, and the girl who was still tied to the chair.

……

Shin led the untied girl into an alley. The alley was filled with garbage and had a faint warmth. He sat down in a corner where the wall was concave, avoiding the rain that he was not used to.

The reason why he slaughtered all the members of the troupe was not because he had the idea of ​​"eradicating all evil". He did not have much new "concept of good and evil", but just wanted to minimize the cost of his actions:

At the very least, we should eliminate any possible revenge seekers who might follow, so as to avoid unnecessary interference in the subsequent search process.

He thought of the cheers and applause from the crowd and felt a little confused:

"What are you so happy about?"

"Hey!"

A low voice called out from beside him. Shin turned his head and looked at the girl who greeted him.

She was scrubbing the marker marks on her bald head with the dirty and sticky rain water while looking at the silent Xin.

"This girl has a low brow bone and the distance between her eyes is just right... Her eyes look lively."

Xinqing couldn't help but look at the girl's facial features. This was his new interest: analyzing the relationship between the arrangement and combination of human organs and the changes in public aesthetics.

The girl calmed down from her previous fear and horror and returned to the calmness she had when she first saw her on stage.

"Swordsman... Brother, you are a swordsman." She stated softly, without a trace of doubt. "You helped me, I will repay you."

Xin had no intention of correcting the girl - he also didn't understand his position in the city. Perhaps a swordsman was the most suitable person for his current identity.

"'Brother'?... If you think about it, she and I are probably about the same age."

The girl walked forward and got close to the new one:

"I have nothing else to pay for my services except this body."

Xin couldn't help but frown: the erogenous zones in his brain were controlled by a biochip, and would not arouse sexual impulses towards the opposite sex other than Atala. This situation would only make him disgusted.

The girl lowered her head, lifted the sleeve of her surgical gown, and showed the barcode tattooed on the smooth skin of her forearm to Xin Kan:

"The license to sell it is right here. It's legal. You can sell this body for money. You came here for this body, didn't you?"

"..."

Xin blinked hard to clear his mind of the misunderstanding. He scraped the paint on the protruding fangs of the respirator with the tip of his fingernail, and doubt filled his heart: the troupe's violent craniotomy was used to perform the so-called "dismemberment" to remove the brain, and the remaining body was nothing more than a dead body with a big hole in the top of the head.

What is the value of a tattered corpse? A body without a brain cannot support the soul, and the natural organs in the body are far inferior to artificial products...

He was silent for a moment, then spoke. The sound effects of the respirator made his new voice particularly pleasant, like singing:

“Is your body valuable?”

"...Brother, your voice is very nice. This level of tuning is very expensive, right?" The girl tilted her head, looked at the black stains on her fingertips, and continued to talk to herself; "Don't you know? Someone will buy it. Tianguan's 'Relics' are worth collecting. Successful and unsuccessful people will have people who want them. Rich people have so much money that they have no place to spend it, really."

She squatted down and met Xin's eyes. The girl's eyes were clear and frank:

"I hope you can help me again, and I will give you other rewards. This is definitely a very high return rate and a very cost-effective investment..."

"Help me become a celestial official, okay?"

Chapter 92: Love Story in the Cyber ​​Age - Part (VI)

Xin stretched out his left hand from the eaves: the rain had not stopped yet, and the sound of water dripped on his palm. He swept through the garbage pile around him and picked out a relatively clean plastic bag.

He ignored the girl's request and just clumsily tried to tear open the plastic bag, trying to make a rain hat to block the seemingly endless rain - but the modified pliers-like grip on his right arm was not suitable for this kind of work that was more delicate than killing and holding a sword. Ke Xin was not used to and did not like the rain in the city, and did not want to continue to get wet.

"There is no such rain in the wilderness..."

While Shin hooked the corners of the bag with the sharp protruding fangs of the respirator and coordinated with his hands, he missed the dry hot wind in the wasteland.

The reward and deal that the girl had just proposed were instantly forgotten by him.

Help the girl become a celestial official... If you're lucky, Xin won't have to stay in the city for long and create unnecessary trouble.

Investment? Return? Expectations?

These words were meaningless to him, and he even felt disgusted. As for the girl's body... In a sense, Xin also recognized the "collection value" of the girl's body. But he didn't have the right tools, and natural skin needed delicate processing to preserve it - so he planned to give up this "reward". Strange uses such as selling it for money were not even within his consideration.

The girl stared at the awkward movements of her new hands and frowned with some blame.

"Are you dissatisfied with my not agreeing? People are really prone to push their luck——"

She walked over, took the plastic bag from the newbie's hand, looked at it, and then gently put it back into the trash: "That's not how it's done."

The girl turned around and gently pushed aside the garbage pile, picking through it with familiarity, just like a young girl picking out jewelry in the past. She gently pulled out a piece of relatively intact canvas from the depths of the waste, patted and shook it vigorously, trying to dust off the dirt attached to it. Judging from the neatly arranged round holes on the edge of the canvas, it might have originally served as a curtain. She grabbed the canvas with both hands, stretched it out to the eaves, and while washing it slightly, she carefully examined it to determine if there was any sign of leakage.

She shook off the water droplets that were sliding on the canvas, picked up a thin wire with only half of the rubber left, and regularly inserted it into the round holes on the edge, then straightened it and tightened it.

……

In no time, the girl put the scraps together into a homemade cloak.

The girl put the cloak on Xin's body, measured it, put it in Xin's hands, and pushed it:

"Here."

He lowered his head and looked at the "freshly baked" canvas in his hand: as long as he draped it over his shoulders, rolled the wire tightly around his neck and fixed it, it would become a raincoat with a hood.

"You did better than me..."

Seeing the new silence, the girl added:

"Take it, bro. No processing fee."

She brushed off the hem of her surgical gown and sat down next to Xin.

"Brother, you are new to Kuala Lumpur, right?" The girl supported herself on the ground with both hands and turned her head to look at the water drops dripping from the eaves. "You don't even know how to make a raincoat. You don't know how to live... A wandering swordsman should pay attention to his image. Don't be sloppy."

It was still the usual tone of statement, without a trace of doubt. Xin could smell the faint smell of sweat coming from the girl. The horrible "drama" before must have made her break out in a cold sweat.

Compared to the faint stench emanating from the surrounding garbage dumps, the smell of sweat was particularly prominent in the new respirator's olfactory system.

Xin did not answer, but put on the raincoat - the raincoat was a little small, just enough to cover the body. It was enough to resist the dirty rain, but it could not hide the sword in his hand.

He tightened the wires at both ends to prevent the raincoat from loosening off his body: Xin was very satisfied with the quality of this rough processing.

This was the first time he received something from someone else—a gift, not loot. Of course, Atala was himself, not in the scope of "others".

The girl touched and rubbed her scalp, which was slightly red and still had marker stains on it:

"I can see that you don't want to do that business. It's okay. Even if the deal fails, we can still be friends. You can sell my body, at least--"

"Trade, benevolence and justice... these are all ambiguous words."

"It's exchanged for something." Xin interrupted the girl and stood up. "This raincoat can be exchanged for something, and we're even. It's well made."

He raised his head, and the neon lights from the buildings shone in the fog of the alley, leaving faint glows of pale green and wine red in his retina - this was a rainbow unique to the city that would not disappear even in the rain and fog.

My temples were throbbing slightly, and my eyeballs were stinging from the increase in intracranial pressure: this was the call from the three souls and seven spirits similar to my own, the longing chanted through my neurons.

Xin held his forehead, looking for the source of this gravity:

"Where is that?"

He raised his hand and pointed to the other end of the alley - that was where the lights gathered, brighter than the sun in the clouds. His soul told him that Atala was there.

The towering buildings and the rows of houses are arranged in the light, and the diffuse fog can hardly block it.

The girl looked in the direction he pointed:

"Rich people's area? People like you and me can't go there, brother. You don't look like a lone swordsman, or a retainer of a company... Are you looking for a job?"

The girl rubbed her nose and suddenly laughed, with a muffled nasal sound in her laughter:

"But you are really good at fighting. You were able to bring me out of this crowd. If word gets out about this, people will be eager to hire you.

She patted the ground beside her and pointed in another direction:

"There's a hardware store on this street. The owner is a very nice guy with a lot of connections. I used to sell junk there. You could try to find a job there..."

The girl stood up and patted her surgical gown. Unlike Xin, she walked into the rain and let it wash over her.

He pulled his raincoat closer and hid himself more carefully in the canvas. The waterproof effect was very good, and even the stickiness on his body seemed to disappear. He raised his head and looked at the girl's perfectly shaped head:

"What's your name?"

"Anonymous-C-523." The girl placed her hand on the new gripper and shook it gently, as if to shake hands politely. "That's the name on my ID, the numbers should be capitalized. You can just call me 'A Tong'."

Shin turned his head and searched his memory: this was a name format he had never heard of before.

"A Tong" saw his confusion, pointed at himself with his thumb, and laughed:

"You're from another place, right? It's normal that you don't understand. I'm one of the 'Hundred Baby's' that the government and businesses have jointly put into the community to deal with the 'declining birthrate' problem. I only have this name. Just call me by my nickname, everyone does that."

"A Tong" placed his right hand in front of his heart, opened his left hand and raised it upwards, performing an exaggerated and funny bow:

"What about you, benefactor? I haven't asked for your name yet?"

Xin sighed softly, and a wisp of smoke came out of the respirator:

"'Xin'. Just call me 'Xin'...A Tong."

Chapter 93: Love Story in the Cyber ​​Age - Part (Part )

Xin and Atong walked out from the other end of the alley and looked at the previous stage from afar - it had been dismantled into pieces not long ago, and the expensive holographic screen had disappeared without a trace. The new smoke had dissipated, and the endless stream of people returned to the street.

The dead street performers lay naked on the slippery ground. It seemed that the quick guys had stripped off their clothes and guns, leaving only the worthless corpses. Although there had been a conflict of blood and iron before, the hurried pedestrians ignored the scene and stepped over the corpses. Occasionally, one or two passers-by stopped and took away the remaining steel pipes in the stage wreckage.

Ah Tong stared at the naked bodies lying on the sidewalk, his face pale.

Xin didn't say anything. He had seen many human corpses:

"Yes... there was the smoke I released just now. She might have only heard that these people had died, but she couldn't see that I had killed them all..."

She lowered her head and put her palms together in front of her face: "I hope you all bought body collection insurance..."

"That's how it is on the street. Ownerless things will be cleared out very quickly." Ah Tong put down his clasped hands and tugged at his new raincoat. "Let's go. They are a wild troupe. No one else will come to seek revenge on you."

She paused for a moment and added, "Thank you."

Shin nodded, his eyes never leaving the infinite light that shone from the rich area. Although he roughly knew where Atala was, he still suppressed the urge to look for her right now: compared to finding someone, it was more important to know why Atala left.

He had a hunch that the reason she left was hidden in this city. So Xin decided to travel with A Tong for a while to get to know the city better:

“It’s a good opportunity to collect more information about Kuala Lumpur.”

The two of them walked deeper into A Luo Street, accompanied by the endless noise and brilliant lights of the city.

……

The surrounding light gradually dimmed, and the tightly packed handshake buildings were replaced by broken and tattered ruins. In the distance, someone lit a bonfire in an iron barrel, playing the electric erhu with the diffuse light cast by the neon tubes, and the reverberator sounded like crying.

A long and sharp howl came from an unknown place, and then it stopped abruptly. A muffled snoring sound came from the garbage dump, as if someone had fallen asleep in it. "Everyone has the power to practice, second-hand qigong route algorithm for sale at a low price..." The abandoned speaker fell into the broken cement, repeating the recording weakly.

Wrap yourself tightly in a raincoat, trying to isolate yourself from the damp and sticky air:

"What happened before?"

Ah Tong walked barefoot, nimbly dodging the iron sheets and cement blocks on the ground as if they were flat ground. The deeper into A Luo Street she went, the better Ah Tong's mood seemed to be. She picked up the megaphone that was still repeating mechanically, tapped it and put it to her lips:

"'The body and hair are given by parents and should not be damaged.' Normally, if one wants to give up the mortal body and become a heavenly official, the guardian must sign a waiver of liability. But we 'hundred babies' have no parents, so we don't have to worry about these. There are not many opera troupes that are qualified to handle the procedures for ascending to heaven, but it's a pity that I didn't pass the vote..."