Cyber ​​Swordsman 2121

Chapter 339, Choice
I left the nursing home with Mr. Iguchi.

What came out relied on a burst of spirit, but the rest of life had to be down-to-earth.

Mr. Iguchi is too old to live a wandering life, and needs to find a fixed and comfortable foothold.

So we came to Victoria Street.

Because of our identity and insufficient account balance, we cannot go to those formal places with better environment.

After inquiring here, I found someone who could issue a fake certificate and made a false identity, and settled down temporarily.

In addition to housing, there are also food and clothing, and more importantly, some necessary medicines needed to maintain Mr. Iguchi's health.

And the only savings we have are the proceeds from the sale of two portable medical detectors that we stole when we left the nursing home.

Certainly not enough.

Therefore, I can only go out to work to earn money to support my life.

I found a nursing job, and with my profession, I did pretty well.

But I have to work all day, so I don't have enough time, and I don't have time to take care of Mr. Iguchi.

Over the years, Mr. Iguchi's body has been very aging, especially the brain, which is becoming more and more insufficient. He often forgets people and eats. It is impossible to take care of him without someone.

Once I came back from work and found him missing. After searching for a long time, I found him sitting there blankly on a chair by the side of the road not far away.

This state makes it impossible for me to leave.

But if you don't work, you don't have money...

There is really nothing I can do, I have to get a lot of money, a lot of money that allows me to take care of him, or a lot of money that allows him to live on his own.

As for the way to get this money, after much deliberation, I finally got inspiration from the direction of Mr. Iguchi’s previous work. According to the laws of the world, if you want to get extraordinary remuneration, you must break the rules.

Opportunities must be sought in terms of crime.

But I'm really not very proficient in this area of ​​professional skills. It runs counter to what I've learned. I only want to prevent people from being hurt, but I don't know how to hurt others.

So I decided to find a place to practice and study, so I came to a nearby bar. This kind of place has too much chaos and ill-gotten gains, which just meets my needs.

Here, I ran into Mr. Si who had previously applied for a fake identity for me and was drinking. I went up to chat for a few words and found that he was also worried about money.

The people next to him are also troubled by this.

Such a predestined relationship made everyone drink more vigorously.

I am a robot. I am not loaded with organs and systems for food digestion and absorption. I don’t know how to drink, and I don’t quite understand why alcohol stimulation, which is not so strong in today’s era, still makes people addicted.

But through Jiu Jin, everyone talked about the way to make money, talked about the value represented by high-quality genes, and expressed their envy for the owner as if they had won the lottery.

Just at this time, Mr. Si had several genetic samples in his hand, so he ran to take a test under the influence of alcohol and some delusions, but unexpectedly, he actually hit the mark.

Everyone woke up in an instant, and then figured out how to deal with it.

Then it was discovered that the owner of the gene was a marginalized group of people who had no formal identity, lacked strong connections with the outside world, and did not have much force.

Even if we don't have much experience, we are very likely to succeed.

So it was natural to have this action...

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So far, the entire cause and effect of the case have become clear. Poverty, helplessness, greed...the intertwining of crime and goodness, the heart that yearns for beauty has instead borne the fruits of sin.

After learning about these experiences, my heart couldn't help but fell into a little confusion.

Looking at the firm and emotional eyes of the Z250 nursing robot, and looking at the other two on the other side, they are different, either relieved or wishful thinking, but they all have a little martyrdom.

I wanted to say something, but couldn't.

My thinking seemed to be in a mess, I just felt an invisible and powerful pressure coming like a tide, impacting my persistence and questioning my choice.

What should I do next?
How to judge in the face of this sin?
How should I uphold the justice in my heart?
Who represents justice?

Suddenly, the whole person seemed to have fallen into the abyss or the depths of the universe, surrounded by darkness, and the only thing in front of him was an oak table that seemed to be made of solemnity and justice.

Sitting behind the table was a red porcelain official gown with a curved surface and a carbon fiber mechanical black gauze hat with the shape of a beast on its chest.

All of a sudden, I couldn't see clearly, but there seemed to be a figure appearing in the dark and empty clothes and hats.

It's just that the face of this person is a little blurry. I looked hard and found that it seemed to be a perfect woman, who seemed to be my girlfriend.

She looked at me and said, "You see, everyone is guilty, but everyone is helpless, this is life, right or wrong is no longer important, the important thing is how to make everyone get a better result.

"We must learn to compromise. The current situation is not irreversible. We can take a step back and get a happy ending."

I opened my mouth to break up with her, but before I could answer, my girlfriend's face became blurred and aged, turning into a familiar look of my parents.

After a while, the father frowned, his face was very cold, with disappointment, "You know the conditions of our family. Although we have two children, we can only support one with all our strength.

"Because you are old, you showed your intelligence early on, so we used resources on you eccentrically. This is one of the reasons why your brother couldn't get a good way out and ended up in this situation, but he never had any complain.

"Our original expectation was that you, who took the first step, would be able to support him and lead him to get better together, but he was cornered and it's fine if you don't help him. Are you going to strangle him now?"

After a while, the mother was pleading in her weary eyes, "You have had your own opinions since you were a child, and you have your own ideas. Although I don't understand, I support you.

"But after you think about those grand things, think about it, we are a family, there is no closer relationship than this..."

I stretched out my hand to explain seriously, but my parents disappeared in the blink of an eye, and that person became my younger brother's girlfriend again. The girl who smiled pretty, had a red face with dimples, but now her face was pale Can't laugh at all.

"Brother Aibang, I'm about to die. It doesn't matter if I die. Can you let him go?"

The voice was weak, but piercing to the heart.

People do not know how to answer.

(End of this chapter)