Cyberpunk 2074: Shadows of the Past.

Chapter 88 Lamb
"Zizizi...serial murderer...can't help..."

The dilapidated radio lay crookedly on the cold ground, making hoarse noises painfully from its rusty throat.

Isaac frowned, and knocked on Old Antique's iron head hard.

"Zi... Terrorist Mobile Team... Zi... Zi Zi..."

"*!" Isaac cursed in a low voice, and kicked the useless old thing out.

The old radio was kicked against the wall by the man vigorously, and it was broken into rotting corpses, which were scattered on the ground.

"I have to go shopping outside again tomorrow."

Isaac glanced around the alley he was in, talking to himself.

This narrow alley in Japan Street is surrounded by several restaurants and is trapped in it. No one patronizes it except rats, insects and Isaac.

There are no sheets, no quilts, no toilets, and even no roof. This small place is Isaac's current home.

With a few worn-out magazines under his body and a few blood-stained overcoats ripped off from the dead, he just slept here in the open, lingering on his last breath.

Like a loathsome bedbug, just tenaciously alive.

"Gu..."

The stomach that has been hungry for a long time is wailing weakly.

Isaac licked his lips, climbed expertly over the fence, and got behind the storefront of a Japanese restaurant.

Large and small kitchen waste and several large cans of plastic buckets were piled up in a mess, exuding a foul stench.

For Isaac, the taste is a signal of delicious food, one of the ways to survive.

As usual, he lay patiently on the ground until he confirmed that there was no one around, and then he tiptoed to walk away the three bags of garbage. After that, he tiptoed and flipped back deftly.

The happiest time of day is this. Isaac would fantasize himself as a brave explorer or treasure hunter, and discover several boxes of unknown treasures on the way of adventure.

He squatted down slowly, and gently placed the three bags of garbage on the ground, as if he was dealing with priceless and fragile items with care.

"Goddess of luck, please give me a whole piece of sushi!"

Isaac knelt down in front of the garbage bag, closed his eyes, and made crooked gestures with his hands in front of his chest, chanting words.

It wasn't until the routine preparations were completed that he opened the garbage bags one by one, poked his head in, and carefully selected, not letting go of any food that could be eaten.

"Great!"

Isaac threw his fist hard into the air and let out a yelp of delight.

"Two complete pieces of sushi, three pieces of tempura with bite marks, and even half a bottle of plum wine still warm!"

He counted the delicacies picked out of the garbage bags one by one like a treasure, with a happy smile on his face.

These foods are enough for him to live happily for three full days.

After all, it is not every day that food can be found in the garbage bags. The food that can be recycled is generally recycled by the store. Occasionally, a few fish that slip through the net will be cheaper for him.

Caught a big fish today!
While thinking happily, Isaac tore a few pages from the old magazine under his body, carefully wrapped and hid the two pieces of sushi, and prepared to enjoy them later.

God seemed to be envious of him, drooling towards the ground.

Isaac was amused by his own analogy, slowly chewing the dry and cold tempura in his mouth, and stuffed the remaining two into his breast pocket.

The problem of rain has to be solved first.

Fortunately, he had the foresight to prepare a large enough plastic rag in advance.

Wrap the left and right corners of the wall with rags, let the other part hang on the ground, and move all the belongings under the gap, and a small shelter is completed.

It's cold and damp, but at least you won't be slammed straight on the head by relentless raindrops while you sleep.

That's enough.

Isaac breathed a sigh of relief, collapsed on the ground, put one hand under his head as a pillow, took out the remaining tempura from his pocket with the other hand, put it into his mouth happily, and chewed slowly .

There was even a half bottle of Japanese plum wine leaning against the corner, waiting for him to taste it.

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"Boss, that serial killer..."

"The reconnaissance department has found the clues he left behind..." Boros knocked on the steel-cast table and said in a deep voice, "Be ready to wait, the hunt will start at any time."

"Yes! Sir!"

Three shouts echoed neatly in the small safe house, seeming to disturb the old light bulb, causing it to flicker suddenly.

The gloomy light hit Boros' icy face one after another, drawing out one after another slanted shadows.

Melissa frowned. At some point, an indescribable ominous feeling enveloped her atrium, and her beating slowed down.

"Rottweiler, the day after tomorrow is the new year, are you interested in spending it together?"

In order to relieve the inexplicable heavy pressure, she asked the woman with short red hair beside her.

"New Year? You mean Chinese New Year?"

"New Year? Don't you take me?" Bit's ears are really sharper than monkeys. Melissa just whispered, and he heard it before the words fell. Now he is leaning his head and trying to squeeze in between them exchange.

"Who are you fucking with? I don't know you well!" Rottweiler cursed with a smile, and pushed back the wretched head that he stretched out with his hands.

"Ah...it breaks my heart when you say that...Little Nana..."

"You fucking!" Rottweiler didn't see anyone calling her nickname, especially Bit, a cheap bastard.Immediately, she cursed loudly, pressed Bit to the ground fiercely, and unilaterally served Biter fiercely with her old fist.

Melissa stared straight at her eyes, and before she could react, the two colleagues had already hit the floor.

But this time, the thunderous voice did not sound for a long time to stop their daily quarrel.

Rottweiler and Bit turned their heads to look at the man who was sitting still facing the darkness, looked at each other, and silently stopped their fighting.

Even the previous invincible methods failed to attract the captain's attention...

Melissa didn't think too much about it, she just saw Rottweiler winking at Bit, and the two stood up from the ground, as if nothing had happened.

"Melissa, come out with me." Rottweiler took Melissa's hand and dragged her out without any explanation.

Bit stayed in the room, and the obscene expression on his face suddenly disappeared without a trace.

"what happened?"

It wasn't until the door was closed that Melissa had a chance to ask Rottweiler who was behaving strangely.

"It's nothing...Melissa..." Rottweiler hesitated for a few seconds, but still didn't choose to tell the truth to the rookie in front of him who had just entered the industry.

(End of this chapter)