death of hope

Chapter 239 "Corporate Warrior" (155) hidden dangers

Protesters wearing clown masks stood in the street with a metal sign around their necks that read in paint:

"Wages don't go up, prices go up.",
There was a lot of discarded industrial robot parts that he picked up from some scrap yard at his feet. When he saw someone passing by, he yelled:

"Why workers haven't been replaced by machines is not due to the kindness of factory owners, but because labor is cheaper! It's easier to squeeze!"

Opposite the protesters, there is a luxuriously decorated cyber prosthetic hospital, and a biochemical robot lovers experience hall with red lights on. Thanks to the high consumption power here, the hospital and shops are all bustling.

A group of rich kids with grotesque hairstyles and fancy clothes passed by the protesters and cursed contemptuously:
"Stupid! This is Uptown! Go back to your rat hole!"

This quickly aroused the dissatisfaction of a group of poor students passing by. The two sides scolded for a while and began to rub their fists.

"I don't know why, it looks like there is going to be a fight again, let's bypass it."

"Young people are energetic, but their movements are not very professional. Hey! Why don't you go?"

"What does the stall sell?"

"You, you can't walk when you see food."

The two walked to the stall, and the stall owner was busy cooking something sticky in a pan.
In the large glass case carried by the tricycle, there is a stake made of corn stalks,

There are colorful fruits and vegetables on sticks, including hawthorn, oranges, yam beans, pineapples... These fruits and vegetables seem to have a thin layer of ice on the surface, which is shiny and very eye-catching.

"It's so beautiful! What is this?"

The stall owner didn't seem to hear clearly. He was busy receiving several children in line, holding the pot in one hand and holding the money in a clip with the other. He said without raising his head:

"A string of 50 points."

"I heard from Wang Hongye that this is a kind of sweet in her hometown. What is it called... rock candy... gourd?" Lynch said; "It should be called like this."

"I want to eat! I want to eat! It's best...a bunch of the same!"

"Is there anything else you don't want to eat?" Lynch smiled helplessly: "I'm waiting in line, you can take the dog and wait there. There is a lot of oil on the ground, so don't rub the dog fur you just washed."

"As expected of you, you are really thoughtful."

"It's you who are too sloppy! Silly girl!" Lynch walked behind the children and lined up neatly.

Sigurdriefa walked across the street, tightened the rope, hugged Cupid to her chest, and rubbed her chin back and forth against the fluffy dog ​​ears.

A drunk, stylishly dressed young man came over to strike up a conversation, he was tall and his eyes were almost at the same level as hers:
"Hi, beauty."

"Who are you?"

"I'm not a local, but I'm a well-known son in New Brisbane, the little prince of nightclubs, and the bully of racing cars."

(Ah...this...this is too naive...haha...)
Sigdrifa managed to hold back her laughter:
"It's a big man, I'm sorry, I'm disrespectful."

"See that red limited-edition flying wing sports car?"

"I saw it."

"That's a birthday present from our father. Sit on it and go racing?"

"No, I'm waiting for someone."

"Oh, that buddy is very lucky, I don't know which family he is from."

"It's just ordinary people."

"Ordinary people... don't deserve to enjoy such top-level goods."

The young man burped drunkenly, and shook his finger at Cupid's nose, causing the dog to bark: "Wow, woof!"

"Hey! Why are you scaring the puppy! It's sick!"

Sigurdriefa got a little angry, turned around and took a few steps.

The other party cheekily followed over:

"I envy this son of a bitch, it's so cool to be hugged in front of my chest like this."

"I'm going to call the police."

"Whatever you want, the underworld, the white way, and I have connections."

For a moment, Sigurdlifa felt her head was going to explode, and she came up with more than a dozen killer moves of Burmese boxing. She looked at the camera on the lamppost and calmed down:
"Go away, I don't want to cause trouble."

"Blonde girl, you can hug me like a dog, and I won't bother you."

"Hmph, tell you to go, if you don't go, go and face him."

The young man suddenly felt the hot breath coming from behind him, and when he looked back, he was almost frightened to death.

I also have to look up, explaining that the other party is more than two meters tall, a strong man like a bull, holding a lot of snacks in his hand.Staring blankly at himself,

Those eyes are deep and cold, like wolf pupils, and the rough skin is full of scars, one of which extends from the eyebrows to the corner of the mouth, like the sinister Colorado Rift.

This is nothing, the most frightening thing is that the vicious big man in front of him seems to know ventriloquism, and he can hear a low voice without seeing him open his mouth. to his own brain.

"Go away, get away from her!" said the voice.

In an instant, the hairs stood on end, as if every cell in the body was warning that this guy was very dangerous, and he was a ruthless person that he couldn't afford to offend.

The normally domineering young man was so frightened that his legs trembled, he took two steps backwards, and returned to his sports car in a daze.

Lynch glanced at the camera on the lamppost: "Uptown is troublesome, here, the snack you want, sit on a chair and eat."

"Thank you." Sigurdriefa put down Cupid, tied the dog leash to the chair leg, and swallowed a pitted hawthorn wrapped in syrup:
“Sweet and sour, very good!”

"I like this yam flavor, bitter and sweet."

Lynch said while eating: "The monitoring system is a double-edged sword. It can effectively improve public security, but it can also encourage villains."

"This little ruffian, relying on his old man's filthy money, treats others as playthings. If there is no monitoring, he would have punched him to the ground."

"Don't be angry, there are too many such bastards, we can't beat them all up, bear with it."

"I'm not angry. I was used to being accosted by all kinds of jerks when I was in school."

Sigurdlifa ate her mouth full of syrup, approached Lynch's face and said:

"By the way... do you look... so scary? Without saying a word, the boy's legs are so frightened."

"I tried to use my psychic power, it was like getting into his brain and shouting, it just happened to be successful."

"Wow! It's so cool, can you teach me!"

"Can't learn, this thing is born."

"Hey, look at your proud face! Your ability is not rare!"

"It's still quite rare. According to the statistics of the Federal Academy of Sciences, psychic talents account for one in [-] million of the total human population."

"What level are you?"

"I'm considered talented, but weak in performance. After so many years, I have only mastered a little bit of tricks. Compared with other psionic interstellar navigators, I can only be regarded as a prank."

"I heard from others... people with psionic talents are prone to mental health problems?"

As soon as she said it, Sigdrifa regretted it;
"Sorry...I'm so stupid to say such impolite words."

"That's just unfounded speculation without scientific basis. There is no research showing that there is a relationship between psionic power and mental health, but you are right. Since you are sincerely dating, you must be honest about your flaws."

"Ah? Could it be that you..."

"There are indeed some hidden dangers. Cruel wars can destroy people's minds. For this reason, the Terra Federation Army has set up an institution to monitor the mental health of veterans.

In the physical examination before leaving the army, I was identified by a psychiatrist as a high-risk group of PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder). If there is no abnormality, I need to go to the institution for a psychological evaluation every two years. If I fail, I will be sent to the honorary soldier nursing home.

I'm sorry, I didn't mention this before. I didn't hide it on purpose. I think it's nothing serious. What do you think? "

"I think?"

Sigurdriefa frowned deliberately: "Dating with such a time bomb...Maybe sleepwalking chopped off my head as a watermelon that day, I have to think about it."

Lynch was deceived, and his expression became tense.

(Haha, he is really scared, it seems that he really cares about me.)
Sigurdriefa eats the last sugar-coated orange:

"I think, I have been exercising all morning, and the candied haws are not enough. I have to go to the food street!"

(End of this chapter)