Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

"By the way, what do you think of me? I usually use holographic light to illuminate a set of clothes, but this is the first time I wear this kind of fiber." She rubbed the corner of her surgical gown and let out a long sigh of satisfaction.

"Good."

Xin shrugged: Such clothes showed off Atong's soft and symmetrical skull and flawless skin, which was considered beautiful from his perspective.

The two walked side by side, crossing the deserted streets at dawn.

“'Let me show you around first! After you become a celestial official, it might not be so convenient for you to move around.'” Xin remembered what Atong said in the container - he finally agreed to the "deal" proposed by Atong.

There is no special reason: after discovering that he had no means to deal with the counting chips in Atong's body, Xin decided to agree to her who was extremely determined.

"Aren't you wearing a raincoat?" Looking at Ah Tong walking through the thick rain and fog, Xin pulled his raincoat tighter, not wanting to expose even an inch of his skin to the rain.

"I like rain very much. Even if all the garbage in this city is replaced with new ones, the rain will still continue to fall... It makes me feel more at ease." Ah Tong put the edges of his palms together and caught a handful of rainwater; "Besides, I may not be able to continue to get wet like this in the future."

I newly agreed with her last sentence: the body of that celestial official may not have as keen a sense of touch as human skin.

To be honest, it is not even known whether they have five senses similar to humans...

"This place is really bad." Xin looked at the buildings in the city center that looked like giant towers. Their tops were hidden in the dark gray fog, extending to the vastness of the sky.

"Ha! It's really bad." Ah Tong crossed his arms and laughed a high-pitched but loud laugh, "But there's nothing we can do. We can't leave here."

She patted the new shoulder:

"So, Xin Ge...when you're done with your work, you should not stay here. Come on, I'll take you to the store I mentioned to you!"

Xin, under the guidance of A Tong, passed through the complicated streets and alleys like a maze. The city was at the boundary between day and night, with only the knocking of raindrops.

"That's it!"

I raised my head again and looked at the neon tubes that were put together to form words. They were hanging crookedly, and it took a little imagination to figure out that they read "Fang's Hardware Store".

A Tong noticed his gaze:

"Ah, that sign is very shabby. But the boss is quite capable, and the shop is also a long-established one. Don't underestimate him, okay?"

Xin did not answer, but carefully identified the various devices hidden around the neon sign: whoever was running this store must have extremely high requirements for their own safety. Xin had observed many streets and shops since entering the city, but this was the first time he found someone who would set up such a complicated defense mechanism just around the sign.

"But as long as these defensive devices are eliminated, the main body will be extremely vulnerable." He moved to the side, subconsciously avoiding the coverage of these defensive devices.

Ah Tong walked forward, leaned on the glass door and peeked inside, "Why isn't it open yet? It's been a few days... I wonder if anyone is okay?"

She turned around, her brows knitted tightly:

“Brother Xin, if there is no store open here, go find someone in a nearby tavern.”

Ah Tong waved his hands around his body, as if he had an invisible giant swimming ring around his waist:

"There is a particularly fat black man, tall and fat, named 'KC'. This KC is a peddler who loves to drink..." Ah Tong put his face close to Xin, tapped his head and whispered; "His brain is not very good, and his memory is particularly poor. He often can't remember what happened, so you just lied to him and said that he promised you that he would help you find a job."

She knocked her fist on the palm of her other hand and smiled slyly: "Besides, Xin Ge, you are so skilled, you will definitely be able to stun him in one go!"

"Don't go looking for a job in a company. They have many tricks. You don't know how to live. What if you are tricked into signing a lifetime contract? After you finish your work, you still have to leave the city."

Shin nodded - he suddenly realized that he was thinking about Atara's words less and less.

……

The rain gradually subsided as they made their way back to the container, and stopped completely when they arrived - the rare rainless, cloudy day seemed a little funny.

Ah Tong dug out a box of sundries from the corner of the room and showed off the various medical instruments in it. "Look! It took me a long time to collect them all. Fortunately, you know medical skills, otherwise I would have no money to find a barefoot doctor."

Xin took the box and carefully placed the tools in a convenient location - this sleeping cabin was enough to act as an operating table:

"Are you sure you want to do this? Once you transfer into this body..."

"Maybe everything will never be the same again." Xin didn't finish his words. Although transferring the brain wasn't that difficult, he didn't know what the consequences would be.

After all, it is a machine from the old days...

"I'm sure." Tong took out a pair of rubber gloves and handed them over. "Please...be careful not to get your hands dirty."

She kept on talking, as if she had endless things to say:

"Remember to sell the remains before they rot! You don't have any money, do you? You know the saying, 'A penny can make a hero fall'——"

"She's nervous."

Xin used the gripper to knock on the sleeping cabin, interrupting A Tong:

"Tell me when you wake up... I can't remember all the information now."

Xin lied: his memory was far better than that of ordinary people because of the effect of smoke, and he remembered every word of Atong clearly.

"...Well, see you later."

Atong stretched, closed his eyes and said no more.

After this operation is completed, it is still necessary to go through complicated applications and rituals before officially ascending to the Heavenly Gate. But that is a problem to be solved later.

The incense burner was lit up again, and smoke was exhaled. The smoke wrapped the anesthetic gas in the incense burner and sent it into A Tong's mouth and nose.

He picked up the milling cutter and began the operation.

……

I don't know how long it took, but the entire container was filled with the blue-gray smoke that was swirling around in the busy work.

He wiped away the beads of sweat covering his forehead and closed the outer cover of his eye - after a short operation, A Tong's brain was already housed in this cold metal body.

"Then there is the remains..."

The human heartbeat and breathing are controlled by the brain. Without the brain, other organs naturally cannot survive. But soaking in the life-sustaining soup in the petri dish can at least keep the body active.

Naturally, he would not sell her body as Ah Tong said: since he had agreed to the "deal" with Ah Tong, it was his freedom to decide how to deal with the remains.

Xin picked up the body that used to be A-Tong: even though the weight of the brain had been removed, it still felt heavier than before. He held the remains more carefully and climbed up the iron ladder next to the petri dish.

He opened the lid of the petri dish and gently placed the body leaning in his arms into the life-supporting soup.

Atong's "family members" were pulled by the waves and floated towards the newcomer: their bodies gently bumped against each other, as if to express welcome. The Baijia baby that Atong picked up and treated as his "mother" twitched unconsciously, and his curled arms just happened to cover the slender shoulders of the twilight, also covering the flashing, never-ending countdown numbers.

Shin rubbed his dry and tired eyes and did not cover the canvas again: this could be understood as a picture of "reunion" to some extent, and it made him feel inexplicably at ease.

He returned to Tianguan's side and sat cross-legged, waiting for A Tong to wake up from his rebirth.

Chapter 96: The Xth Street War (I)

The garbage man crouched in the depths of the alley. He tied a piece of canvas to the top of the cart and connected the other side with the steel bars he had picked up, thus building a small canopy over his head.

The rain hit the canvas, making a soporific sound. The garbage man pulled the woven bag filled with a few tattered items closer to his body and tried to light the e-cigarette in his hand, but it wouldn't light up. "The number of uses has been used up, please renew."

He frowned at the words that popped up on it: "It's all because of the last time I distributed cigarettes. I used up all the authorization times..." The garbage man put the e-cigarette back into his pocket angrily, muttering:

"Damn it... If you don't know how to smoke, you will end up with no offspring... Who came up with this bullshit?"

The garbage man had no cigarettes to smoke, so he had to take deep gulps of air, trying to quell his body's craving for nicotine - there was no way he could breathe out all the smoke in the alley anyway.

He inhaled the lavender mist into his mouth. This bright and rich light came from another direction: on the light box sign there were four bold characters: "Love your hands and feet". Next to it were small characters: "Haircut·Acupuncture·Manicure·Plastic Surgery·Flesh Modification·Prosthetic Limbs". The garbage man was here not only to rest, but also to wait for the recycling of the second-hand prosthetic limbs that the store didn't want.

"With such a bad name, no wonder the business is bad." The garbage man secretly complained to himself while passing the time.

The flickering rotating tricolor light shone beside the garbage man, reflecting a bright color - it was a can of leftover beverage, shining with a light red luster. He turned sideways, picked up the can, and shook it in front of him:

Splash! The faint sound of water echoed inside.

The garbage man grabbed the empty can and looked at it in the light of the sign. The bottle was painted with elegant and gorgeous words: "Laoshan Cola". He turned the bottle and revealed a few more words: "Taste of Fushui".

He held the empty can out of the awning, caught the pouring rain and shook it to scrape off the remaining drink on the inner wall of the can. Then he stuck out his tongue and carefully drank it all.

"Uh... Bah!"

The garbage man spat fiercely: "The cola with the water flavor tastes weird, with a smell of earth and stone... But it is said that it can cure diseases and prolong life, so it would be a waste if you don't drink it." He threw the can into a puddle nearby, letting it float in the yellow muddy water. The can is worthless and cannot be considered garbage.

The garbage man opened his mouth and burped for a long time. He licked his empty gums - because he only drank nutrient solution and didn't need to chew, the garbage man took all his teeth to the hardware store to exchange for money - the heartburn and bloating from his stomach made him feel a little uncomfortable:

"I am bored."

The junker used all his money to recharge the internet and deposited it in the internet cafe next door. The three thousand "worlds" there that can be directly connected to the Bangkok server are his only leisure hobby - the nirvana experience brought by electronic bliss is too expensive, so the junker can only settle for the next best thing. But recently, Alor Street has been in turmoil for some reason, and there are few valuable pieces of junk. The hardware store that usually sells junk has also closed for unknown reasons. Without a source of income, he can no longer go to the internet cafe to recharge: originally, there was a "recharge 10 yuan and get 1 yuan free" event.

"Let's have something exciting, fast forward to the end of the world, demons everywhere..." The garbage man thought of the intercourse that he had experienced with 990,000 people in "Yamasara" for two thousand years, and couldn't help but tremble all over: Although now he can only recall vague fragments like a long dream, but still -

Puff!

The sudden sound of water interrupted the memory that made the garbage man feel hot all over. A puddle of water had formed on the ground not far away due to the height difference, and the cans he had thrown out before were floating on the yellow-gray water. The water waves were gurgling and a dirty vortex was formed in the center of the dirty sewage.

A hand covered with sand and dirt stretched out from the puddle and grabbed the edge of the puddle. Then another hand came out, and the Laoshan Cola that tasted like water was pushed up by a black head:

That's a person!

"Fuck you! Water, water ghost...?"

The garbage man yelled and dragged himself backwards with his hands and feet. There is such an absurd legend in Jalan Alor: if you throw valuables into the sewage outlet of the sewer, a wild god of wealth will rise from the dirty water and ask you a question - "What currency do you want to use for settlement? 'New Yen' or 'New Malaysian Gilin'?"

If you answer "neither", then the Wild God of Wealth will deposit the most hard currency "RMB" into your account and buy your things. But if you choose the first two currencies, the Wild God of Wealth will reveal his true face as a water ghost and drag you into the dark and boundless sewage treatment system of Kuala Lumpur...

"Cans are also valuable?!"

The garbage man stood up suddenly and hit his head on the simple awning he had built. After the sudden shock, he recalled the urban legend and forced himself to calm down. The reason is simple:

"Whether it's a wild god of wealth or a water ghost, can it be scarier than having no money?"

He hardened his heart, his desire for money overcoming his fear:

"I don't want any of it, I don't want any of it! RMB, I want RMB!"

The garbage man's mouth, which was sunken because of the lack of teeth, uttered incoherent shouts. He clapped his hands half excitedly and half fearfully, looking at the "water ghost" that crawled out of the puddle, covered with gravel and sand. It had a hideous face and gnashed teeth.

But it seems a little familiar?

"Do water ghosts wear shirts...?"

The garbage man lowered his voice. He looked at the "water ghost" with wide eyes:

"Um... Boss Fang? You are Boss Fang, right?"

……

"Pah, Pah!"

Fang Bailu wiped away the mud that covered his head and face, and spat out the dirty water in his mouth: the A Luo Street subway station was full of security guards from the Qingyunguan Qiuzhen Company. Fang Bailu, who was running to the other side, finally found a dilapidated ventilation hole in the tunnel.

He stepped out of the puddle - now it was a bottomless hole. The hole was almost vertical to the ground and there was no fulcrum, so Fang Bailu had to use the floating feature of his phone to pad his feet step by step before he could successfully climb out.

"Fuck, it's like my left foot is stepping on my right foot... If I keep jumping on this phone, will I be able to fly out of the atmosphere?"

Fang Bailu thought of the Qigong practitioner "Zhao Jizi" who was hit by him with a subway car and buried alive: at least he can't catch up with him in the short term -

"Um... Boss Fang? You are Boss Fang, right?"

Fang Bailu turned his head and saw a dumbfounded old man with no teeth looking at him. He asked in a hushed voice. He seemed to have heard him shouting when he first climbed up, but Fang Bailu was so exhausted that he didn't pay much attention:

"Huh? You can run into someone you know in this situation?"

He patted the dirt off his body and subconsciously showed an enthusiastic smile:

"Wow! What a coincidence, Uncle Li, long time no see! Are you taking a walk here? Aren't you going to surf the Internet today?" Fang Bailu squeezed the hem of the shirt hard to force out the dirty water. The white shirt had turned completely earthy yellow. Uncle Li was also a frequent customer of Fang's hardware store: he had smuggled from Western Europe to Kuala Lumpur at least ten years ago, and there was no Caucasian appearance left. Compared with those real drug addicts, Uncle Li was still a good person with no bad habits.

It is said that Mr. Li is less than 40 years old, but he looks like he is already 60 years old... The residents of A Luo Street tend to age faster.

"Ah, ah... This store was closed a while ago, and we have no place to sell goods... Where do we get the money to go online?" Uncle Li pursed his teeth and picked up a gray towel from the cart beside him; "Why are you so dirty? I thought you were a water ghost! Can you use this towel to wipe yourself?"

He paused, then handed the towel forward: "Don't worry, we haven't seen each other for such a long time, so the towel is not considered rented! I will lend it to you this time, and I won't charge you for it. Ah! Just consider it a welcome gift for you..."

Fang Bailu took the hard towel, whose original color could no longer be seen, and wiped his trouser legs while looking around:

"'Love hands and feet'? Well, I'm not far from the hardware store. Just two alleys away."

A sneer flashed through his mind: Since the people from Qingyun Temple would ambush him in the subway station, there is no reason for them not to keep an eye on his shop.

Chapter 97: The Xth Street War (Part )

Fang Bailu held his breath and carefully rubbed the hard towel on his cheeks and neck: the towel exuded a strange smell of metal and mold mixed in the streets. He returned the towel, which was stained with mud and water and seemed a little cleaner, to the toothless garbage man:

"Hey, Uncle Li, have you been to my shop today?"

Fang Bailu pointed to his eyes, hinting that people living on the streets have long been accustomed to these garbage men wandering the streets, which makes them "invisible" and worth using as eyes and ears. The "Mohist disciple" is still inserted in the abdomen of the prosthesis, so Fang Bailu, who cannot connect to the monitoring and defense system in the hardware store, can only obtain information in this way.

"But what's wrong with Xiaoxin...why doesn't he even have a communication code?"