Cyber ​​psychosis is my girlfriend

There are also all kinds of scum and bad people.

But it is undeniable that many of them are hard-working and good people. After all, the Adekado family has several 10 people, or even more.

Wanderers who are good at engineering can even set up international companies like Mehta.

Digging tunnels for people everywhere, building buildings, setting up hydroponic farms, engaging in machinery production, and being responsible for logistics and transportation on bad soil and even internationally.

Who are they?

They are the former owners of this land, but now due to environmental pollution and biological disasters, they are homeless, unable to live and work in peace and contentment, and have to wander on the roads and wilderness for generations and decades of farmers and workers.

DTR, founded by Decker, Tanaka & Rogers, is a large international logistics company that undertakes 2076% of the logistics volume in North America in 56.

Their blue and red signs are everywhere in Night City, famous enough, right?

And such a company is actually a subsidiary of Mehta Corporation!

That Mehta by Victoria Mehta.

After knowing this, Luo Qi said that the whole person is numb——

No wonder Victoria is so rich.

No matter how you think about it, it's hard not to be rich! ! ! (flip table)

Why did no one have any objection to the fact that the US-Germany war started?

Such a big father doesn't want to get involved, and with the economic strength of the new United States, there is really no way to say no at all.

While the two sides were battling badly, they had to cooperate with Mehta Company to ensure the smooth progress of logistics and trade in North America.

Then we turn around and look at the Haitian community.

What Haiti?

It's a land (brother) in the land (brother)!

They are probably the darkest forces in All Night City who are the most crotchless and most ungrateful.

Scavengers and these scumbags are still diligent, hard-working, and spare no effort to go to the streets every day to find someone to put on a sack and cut their waists.

Well, it's not much better.

But what about your voodoo club?

Use a fucking hydroponic farm to grow hallucinogenic mushrooms! !

Luo Qi was directly amused by the behavior of these people.

It's just another way to say that others are bad, only these black buddies are serious bad.

What should I say?

The Voodoo Association is committed to developing and revitalizing the trade of illegal drugs, establishing and improving the market environment for various new-age drugs including rejuvenation powder, improving the one-stop industry from planting and picking to purification and synthesis, and leading the residents of the Haitian community to make great strides towards A brighter and more prosperous future?

Damn mental retardation.

Looking at Luo Qi who was "too dizzy with anger", Melissa couldn't help but shook her head, with a half-smile.

If it is a vicious criminal, the worst thing is to beat him into a sieve or cut his body up, so that he can die miserably and relieve his anger.

But voodoo does this...

Not only will he not be angry, but he will feel disgusted, for fear that their bad luck will contaminate himself.

Dirty.

"It's no longer an ordinary black and evil force."

Melissa looked at Luo Qi and Suzi, and slapped the table, "We must punch hard."

Chapter 680 Membership!Sacrifice!baptism!

No matter the time of day, the room is always in a delicate balance of light and shade.

There is almost no noisy dust rolling in the air, and the faint light seems to be slowly diffused in the room, while the other side of the room is invisible and pure black.

Between these two sides is the indescribable altar.

Among the complicated decorations, that wonderful thing is still showing an unstable image, like a red ghost standing on the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​bones.

And the old man who always kept the same movements was hidden under the thick shaman cloak.

This is what the voodoo believers say, the high priest that everyone knows, but almost no one has seen with their own eyes.

Suddenly, there were two white streaks in the dark place under the feather crown.

"It's time to start the ceremony."

He stood up, without any help, just straight up from the kneeling position, like a ghost without bones or even weight.

"But Samedi is dead, who will escort him?"

Another voice who had been waiting outside the door for a long time asked.

"No, those who rebelled against Bon Die have already been probated or punished. He exists between human beings and the environment, between life and death, between heaven and earth, and evil has nowhere to hide."

The high priest was facing the altar, his unclear face seemed to be full of devotion.

Then he bowed cautiously, and lightly lifted the thing that was placed between the petal-like hands holding the moon.

"Let's go."

……

Late at night, Pacific Island, deep in the Haitian community.

The earth and the sky were pitch black.

If you don't look carefully, you don't even realize that you have entered the edge of the city.

Night City was as bright as day, and the high-rise buildings in disrepair and unpopular neighborhoods were bathed in this dazzling brilliance, emitting a little light that was only enough to light itself.

In Pacific Island, it is almost impossible to see such a scene. Only places like markets can see naked wires and dazzling light bulbs.

The lights are dim, or white.

And deep in Haitian neighborhoods, in dark alleyways, crowds are marching in droves.

They rarely have a light source in their hands, and they just use the darkness of the night to confirm the way forward.

And they have a common destination.

At the edge of a building complex, a staircase that can accommodate four people in parallel extends from the ground to the ground.

One after another, believers descended the stairs.

There was a crowded atmosphere in the passage, and there were some fragmented words, but most of them deliberately lowered their voices, as if they had a cautious expectation for what was about to happen.

And the light, at the end of the stairs, is constantly flickering.

More than ten meters deep into the ground, more believers have already gathered here, and the people who come after them continue to join them.

As if there was some magical power, the people who entered this underground space slowly closed their mouths, and then silently looked around in a silence that was not completely silent.

Loudness is contagious, and so is silence.

When everyone realizes that there is a common restriction on sound in this environment, the air will be as quiet as if solidified, which is inexplicable and very effective.

On the high platform temporarily built with some building materials and iron sheets in the middle, seven people in black robes were scattered around.

The center of the altar is empty.

But believers who have participated more than once know——

The itinerary wizards are here, the month is approaching, and it is time for the ceremony to begin.

"jingle……"

The seven wizards suddenly raised the "scepter" in their hands tacitly, and the pendant hanging on it collided with the skull, making a crisp sound, like a bone rattle.

At the scene where no one spoke, only the sound of restrained breathing remained.

The scepter fell to the ground and made a "click click" sound.

"Join!"

Almost at the moment when they uttered their voices at the same time, the wonderful leather drum began to play, making drum beats that were too unfamiliar to Night City.

Many seasoned devotees, including seven wizards, began to chant in unison.

"When lightning rolls and thunder roars,

Keep me calm and give me courage.

When lightning flashes and thunder rolls,

Light of Vespers, reassures me—"

"Goodbye, evil, go with you,

Stop polluting our land.

Come on, Bon Die, we welcome you,

Come in quickly, close the door—! "

As this repeated again and again, more and more unfamiliar believers or ordinary residents joined the chorus.

A ray of light slowly fell from the center of the altar.

People seemed to see the stars falling from above.

There are already devout believers who have begun to raise their hands high, holding them up, to welcome the coming of the baptism light, and then take a deep breath...

"Come, Bon Die, we welcome you,

Come in quickly, close the door—! "

The sound is getting louder and louder, even if it is underground, it can't stop the transmission of this kind of movement.

The strangeness spread far and far away in the Haitian community at night, making the surrounding atmosphere subtle.

Emotions were ignited, and the faces of the believers began to be filled with excitement. The light on the altar swayed and shone in the eyes of these old believers and new believers.

After tonight, the number of followers of the Voodoo Society has increased.

"Sacrifice!"

The wizards in black robes on the stage stomped their scepters heavily again and shouted loudly.

"Sacrifice—!"

The believers under the altar repeated without hesitation, and their tone was full of impatient fanaticism.

After the two waves passed, a muddy and unrecognizable voice spread from all directions towards this underground space.

"Rompiendo la monotonia del tiempo—"

"I will call, I will call, Regba!"

"Break the unchanging time, come and open the gate, the father of all comes down to the camp of the city!"

"We are all your children."

"Dust in the garden, evil in the heart, Regba!"

"Avoid the soul-stealing king, cast off the shackles of imprisonment, and the Father of all things mount his steed!"

"We are all your children..."

In the underground temple of Taipingzhou, this weird midnight ritual is held.

The high priest, who hardly showed his face, prayed at length, then led the believers in chanting the god's incantation, and then poured wine of unknown origin.

The wizards painted the altar with incomprehensible talismans, and then began to beat the drums. The believers began to move slowly around the altar, performing weird and regular dances.

It's like praying for something incredible to come to this world.

After these steps were completed, one of the sorcerers took out a cage, grabbed a white pigeon from it, and raised it high towards the believers. Then he raised a knife and cut its neck, almost killing it. The whole head was chopped off, and the blood was dripped around the altar.

The white dove, which spread its wings and no longer resisted, was nailed to a wooden board and hung high.

This represents the expulsion of all hostility with the white dove of peace, and also represents the omnipotent god monitoring and controlling people's words and deeds from above.

"Bring sacrifices!"