Cyberpunk 2074: Shadows of the Past.

Chapter 102 The Third Movement: March (Ⅶ)

The sunlight struggled to break through the layers of thick clouds and mists, leaving a few wisps of corpses that splashed obliquely on the window.

Her head was pressed against the glass, her eyes were drooping, and the dying light fell on her face, making long and thin strands.

"Rottweiler?"

The soft voice behind her woke her up from her past memories.

"Is it time?" she asked softly, her voice hoarse.

"There are still four hours..." Melissa stuffed the cup of hot water into Rottweiler's hand, "Drink some water first, let's rest for a while..."

"Hmm..." Rottweiler took a sip, and the water at a suitable temperature flowed down the esophagus, moistening her exhausted body bit by bit.

"Why does the company..."

"This is not something we should care about..." Rottweiler shook his head, interrupting Melissa's unfinished words, "It is enough for us to bury Bit and Boros well..."

"Rottweiler..." Melissa raised her head, stared at Rottweiler's side face carefully, and hesitated to speak.

"what happened?"

"How are you?……"

"It's okay..." Facing the cloudy sky, Rottweiler shook his head, gulping down the hot water, like drinking hot wine.

The shattered light shone on her red hair, which should have been a fiery color, but now it reflected a dull color like dried blood.

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"How about this one?"

Yawei watched as Xita lifted the hem of the skirt and turned it around slowly. The black woolen dress wrapped her, like black petals enclosing pure white pistils, spinning and blooming.

A black silk veil was draped over the silver hair, and the girl's flawless face without makeup flickered.

"Very suitable." He gently supported his girlfriend who was dangling after circling, and said softly.

"That's good." Xita stomped her feet lightly, "except for the pain in my feet..."

Yawei's eyes followed her words, and the pure leather cat-heeled shoes shook his head mischievously between the ups and downs of the skirt.

"Me too, I'm not used to wearing high heels..." Lucy pushed aside the curtain of the dressing room next door, and walked out unsteadily on stiletto heels.

"How is it?" She gently grabbed the hand that Xita extended to help, and asked in a low voice.

The shirt was wrapped in a long coat, with snow-white flowers blooming at the neckline, and the slim trousers outlined her perfect lines.

"It looks good." Yawei nodded, and took the bag of clothes that Lucy had replaced.

"Need to buy flowers?"

"A bouquet of pure white natural flowers is much more expensive than the three clothes we are wearing together..." Lucy answered Xita's inquiry and fiddled with the slightly messy ends of her hair.

"Forget it..." Having gotten used to living in poverty, Xita still prefers to be frugal.

After all, it is to attend the funeral of a stranger who has never met, so there is no need to add too much unnecessary expenses.

"Let's go, go back and put away the changed clothes, and then go to the funeral." Lucy glanced at the clock in the mall, there were three more hours, more than enough.

"Yawei? Let's go, don't be in a daze, I'll let you see enough when I go back..." Xi Tan reached out and shook her boyfriend's blue eyes.

Yawei came back to his senses, stretched out his hand, and gently brushed the tiny hair that was broken off Xita's shoulder.

"Okay..." He glanced at the torrent of data that was actively beating around him, and replied softly, without showing the slightest strangeness on his face.

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"Mr. Paul, what do you think of my plan?"

Zhang Xian'an bowed his waist, and spoke respectfully to the man sitting on the upper seat.

Paul slowly cut the three-rare natural steak, listening to his daring plan in silence.

The sharp silver knife cut through the fresh and tender flesh, leaving strands of scarlet blood behind.

"Try it..." He said casually, as if the dozens or hundreds of fresh lives were just a series of inorganic numbers.

"If successful, with so many experimental samples..."

"Don't imagine the result before you succeed." Paul softly interrupted Zhang Xian'an's frenzy, "Now, sit down and eat...it's still early."

"Yes, Mr. Paul."

Zhang Xian'an sat down obediently, grabbed the food on the table, and swallowed it whole, like a hungry ghoul.

The light at noon has gone through many obstacles, panting weakly, and shone on the face of this fierce ghost, but it has lost the power of judgment.

Zhang Xian'an wiped the blood red from the corners of his mouth, as if he hated the sun's glare, after asking Mr. Paul's permission, he closed the curtains of the restaurant casually.

"Don't you care about your family?"

The gloomy darkness encroached on the bright territory, Paul put down the knife and fork in his hand, and asked plainly.

"Family?" Zhang Xian'an sneered, "I don't have any family, just a woman I've been looking for but can't find, and a group of obedient tools."

Paul nodded, noncommittal.

"Mr. Paul, have you read the Bible?" Perhaps because the atmosphere was too dull, Zhang Xian'an took the initiative to continue the topic.

"I've seen it roughly..." Paul replied in a low voice while holding the warm drink in his hand.

"I like Chapter 6 of "Apocalypse" the most..." Zhang Xian'an licked his dry lips, with a little madness on his face.

"Apocalypse?" Paul picked up the tissue on the table and gently wiped the corner of his mouth.

"'I saw the lamb open the first of the seven seals...'" Zhang Xian'an couldn't help nodding, imitating the tone of ancient Hebrew, reciting the old chapters.

"Okay, okay..." Paul frowned, and knocked on the table three times slowly.

"Sorry, I lost my composure..." Zhang Xian'an came back to his senses, and repeatedly wiped the sweat oozing from his face nervously.

Paul nodded slightly, not taking his ugliness to heart.

"If it's okay, I'll leave first?" Zhang Xian'an asked softly, and after getting an affirmative answer, he turned around and left quickly.

He roughly pushed open the wooden door, but he didn't expect someone behind it.

The thick door sliced ​​through the air, knocking the woman in red to the ground.

"Sorry..." He quickly helped the woman he was thinking of, and kept expressing his apologies, "Why are you here?"

"Hiss..." The beautiful face was a little distorted, An Xianyuan kept rubbing her back, and said intermittently, "I'm hungry..."

"Next time, just ask the logistics staff to deliver the catering to your office..." Zhang Xian'an shook his head helplessly, then edited a message casually and sent it to the company's logistics department.

"Then I went back to the office?" An Xianyuan looked at the man who was much stranger and sighed.

"Hmm..." Zhang Xian'an nodded, let go of the hand supporting her, and prepared to walk towards his office.

At the end, as if he remembered something, he stopped his progress, turned around, and whispered to An Xianyuan who hadn't left yet: "Don't leave the company today...be careful."

"What do you mean? Hey!" An Xianyuan wrinkled her nose and shouted at the man's receding back, but got no response.

　After it became sunny, the status dropped drastically. I changed, deleted, deleted, and changed, but I am still not satisfied. I am annoyed ヽ('⌒メ)ノ

　　
　
(End of this chapter)