The Creators: From Night City

"Why did he kick you out?"

"His male companion is here."

"Male companion?!"

The two immediately became alert.

Even though a week had passed, the convenience of technology allowed the two people's investigation to proceed smoothly.

As one of the top stars of Big Bird Zhuan Zhuan Zhuan, Sheila Fili is naturally equipped with an advanced version of the sex doll system.

The matching artificial eye also has the function of image storage. Without much effort, Jiang Bing obtained the specific image of the mysterious male companion on the day of Skardra Brunei's death from the other party.

After leaving the club, Vincent asked Jiang Bing with a puzzled look on his face, "Boss, these things shouldn't be difficult to investigate, right? Why is the NCPD just leaving them alone and treating them like nothing?"

"Some things are not difficult for us to investigate, but there are many official concerns."

Jiang Bing looked as if he was used to it and sent the male companion's information to Mr. Blue Eyes.

In less than two minutes, a very detailed personal information was transmitted back to Jiang Bing's data board.

According to the detailed address above, Thrace 388 Jefferson merged into the traffic flow.

Geisha District in Watson District, Creek Loop Road.

This place is very close to the water, but an urban express overpass divides the geisha district into two parts. The two people's destination this time is the apartment building next to the overpass.

The two followed the address on the information and found the boyfriend's home.

This is an old apartment building. Because it is close to the city elevated road, there has been a lot of noise all year round. The building is also old and dilapidated, and even the lighting equipment in the corridor flickers.

Vincent knocked on the door for a long time, but no one answered.

Jiang Bing had no choice but to "open the door".

When you enter the house, what catches your eye is all kinds of underwear piled up in the room, in red, green, and purple.

Then the two of them understood why no one opened the door.

The person is dead.

Died in bed in the bedroom.

The cause of death was extremely grisly.

Died from explosion.

The entire body was blown in half from the crotch, leaving a bloody mess.

Jiang Bing quickly found the lost items on the ceiling.

As the youngest brother, Vincent took on the most difficult steps.

The things were taken away and placed next to the body.

Jiang Bing examined the thing and, based on the cause of death, gave his expert opinion.

"This is obviously something that has been specially modified. Its rotation speed has been increased to a terrifying level."

Looking at this powerful weapon, Jiang Bing sighed.

"Strong enough to be used as a weapon."

Vincent had a bad feeling in his heart, and thinking of that possibility, he couldn't help but tighten his abdomen.

"Boss, you mean he is the murderer, and that Skardara Brunei was killed by him with this... this weapon~"

"Ah."

Jiang Bing didn't really want to recall the relevant records in Mr. Blue Eyes' chip, but he still patiently explained to Vincent. After all, he was very happy that someone was willing to share half of the pain.

"The intestines are ruptured."

These words gave Vincent a faint phantom pain.

"Now you understand why NCPD closed the case so hastily."

A rising political star was found dead in a gay club, and his death was so unique that even in Night City, it was a serious blow to the city government's already dwindling authority.

That's why this matter was downplayed and suppressed, and treated coldly without even making a splash.

Of course, it also has something to do with the fact that dead people have no value.

Vincent glanced at the corpse on the bed and took a long time to utter a word.

"To be able to come up with this idea, he is a little genius in a sense."

"He is not the murderer behind the scenes. He is just a pawn, and a pawn that can be easily abandoned."

Jiang Bing lifted the upper body of the corpse slightly and carefully examined the location where the explosion originally occurred. Although he was very reluctant, his "craftsman" intuition still continuously transmitted various information to him, allowing him to quickly determine the cause of the explosion.

"He didn't anticipate being hacked remotely. His prosthesis was suddenly overclocked while he was asleep, causing extremely intense pain until it could no longer bear the strain and exploded."

Jiang Bing looked around the bedroom and made a positive judgment.

"He was silenced."

The real culprit behind the scenes cleaned up the whole thing, smart and ruthless.

Fortunately, Jiang Holmes Bing is quite capable.

The Xiongfeng drone pulled the opponent's brain-computer into the air, and 42 showed extraordinary enthusiasm for this matter.

In her words, it is a "rare sample of social events."

But Jiang Bing suspected that she just liked this explosive gossip and was eager to know the details.

Chapter 190 Victor Victor

Focus on the clue of 'murder weapon'.

The modification technology of this big steel cannon is very good. It looks like it was made by a modification master. Jiang Bing reasonably suspects that it was made by a senior technician of a large company.

But the installation method was just ordinary. It was obvious that the deceased, who was extremely depressed, got the thing and randomly found a black clinic to install it.

He definitely wouldn't dare go to a regular medical institution for something with improper uses.

But things are at a stalemate again. Boss Jiang's prosthetic clinic is located on the outskirts of the city. He operates his own clinic, produces and sells his own products, and is not very familiar with the prosthetic doctors in Night City.

In addition, the other party most likely found a black clinic near his residence for the surgery, far away from Coronado Ranch, so Jiang Bing was even more helpless.

The reason why a black clinic is called a black clinic is not only because of its high prices, but also because it basically accepts everyone and is located in a hidden location.

Medical records and surgical procedures simply do not exist for unlicensed prosthetic surgeons.

Fortunately, Vincent stepped forward in time and said that he knew a skilled cyborg doctor who worked in the Little Chinatown next door.

He has first-class skills, strong capabilities, is well-connected in the circle, and has connections. It would be a good idea to ask him for help in scanning and eavesdropping.

After questioning, it turned out that the cyborg doctor Vincent mentioned was exactly as Jiang Bing had expected. It was Victor Victor, the last conscience of Night City, a boxing champion and a part-time cyborg doctor.

The two of them left as soon as they said they would.

When Night City was originally designed, it was intended to bring together people of all races in the world, so that everyone could live in peace and prosperity together and achieve true "freedom".

However, it is hard to believe whether this statement is correct when promoting freedom while dividing fixed areas for specific groups of people.

Little Chinatown, as the name suggests, is prepared for that group.

After years of changes, this place has become a normal mixed residential area in Night City, with only the name left to narrate the past.

Thrace 388 Jefferson walked along Bradbury Street to its intersection with Bland Street, where they both changed to walking.

This is also a red-light district, with all kinds of 18+ restaurants popping up everywhere.

The two of them walked through the streets and alleys and came to a fortune-telling house that was quiet in the bustling city.

"Misty!"

Vincent greeted the owner warmly as he entered the door.

"V, long time no see, what have you been busy with lately?"

Misty is a melancholy girl with messy gray hair, thick eye shadow, brown lipstick and a studded collar around her neck, giving her the air of a cyber witch.

Jiang Bing agreed with this statement, as he had actually seen a witch.

"Busy with work, is Lao Wei busy?"

Misty smiled softly and turned her gaze to Jiang Bing beside her.

"Who is this?"

"My boss."

Jiang Bingduan looked at the pile of folk pendants on the other person's chest, and then looked at the various custom ornaments in the store, confirming that this place was just an ordinary folk handicraft store.

"Sable Lyric."

"Nice to meet you."

Misty's prosthetic eye lit up, and she completed her communication with Lao Wei.

She put down the tarot cards in her hand and waved to the two of them, indicating the back door: "Victor said he is free, you can just go over there."

The two walked through the streets and alleys and went down to the clinic located underground.

"V, long time no see."

Lao Wei is a middle-aged man who looks very reliable. He is almost exactly the same as the image in Jiang Bing's memory: calm, strong, and does everything neither hurriedly nor slowly.

"I have to say, you have the same name as another friend of Jack's. It makes me always get it wrong when I talk to him about you."

"You can call me Vincent."

Lao Wei chuckled and turned his gaze to Jiang Bingchu.

"your friend?"

Vincent scratched his head, but told the truth.

"My boss."

The two exchanged pleasantries again.

Only after these necessary social etiquettes were completed did Vincent reveal his purpose.

The "murder weapon," the large steel cannon, was placed on a metal tray and looked inconspicuous under the cold white medical light.

Lao Wei didn't show any sign of laughing. Instead, he put on a set of external glasses with magnifying function and looked at the prosthesis several times.

"This modification skill cannot be done in an ordinary small workshop. It must be a large laboratory with the ability and equipment."

Lao Wei is worthy of being the cyborg doctor coveted by even Zeta Technology. After just a cursory observation, he came to the same conclusion as Jiang Bing.

"But the installation skills are just average, a typical amateur approach."

"I do know a few prosthetic surgeons around here who specialize in this area. I'll give you a scan."

"Thanks, Lao Wei. Just tell me how much money you need."

The righteous prosthetic doctor waved his hand to indicate that he didn't want any money.

"We are all friends. Friends help each other. There is no need to talk about money."

"Do you mind if I take a few pictures? This thing looks so unique. It shouldn't be hard to find out about it once it's been in your hands."

Jiang Bing glanced at the large number of trophies and boxing training equipment in the clinic and nodded casually.

Victor also did not have any prosthetics on his body, not even the most basic brain-computer interface, so he also held a data tablet to take pictures.

"By the way, Lao Wei, what has Jack been doing recently? I haven't seen him for a long time."

Victor took pictures around the big steel cannon, mainly at the connection positions, which were the key technical points of the installation. Each prosthetic doctor had slightly different techniques, which were as conspicuous as a business card in the eyes of those who knew the business.

He carefully adjusted the angle while replying to Vincent.

"He's been hanging out at the Devil's Boxing Club lately. He must have made a small fortune and has been living it up."

Vincent glanced at Jiang Bing. This small fortune was most likely the reward for Jack's last mission of leading the way.

"Where did you get this thing? I just discovered that it has three sets of linked rotors. I think the power is enough for an electric drill."

Lao Wei was taking pictures and discovered new things.

Vincent turned his gaze to the boss, and when Jiang Bing nodded slightly, he told him the whole story.