Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 4 Ghost Street
Chengdu Mansion, located in the southwestern border of the Ming Empire, has a total of thirteen administrative districts. Although the Ji'e District is also included, the entire district has only three main streets, and it is far less prosperous and prosperous than other districts.

Among the three main streets, Ghost Street, which gathers most of the black market transactions in Chengdu Prefecture, is more lively than Kowloon Street, where dragons and snakes mixed with criminals Street and Pao Gehui.

Li Jun, who escaped from birth, mingled among the crowded crowd, and changed into a jacket that he picked up by chance. This kind of clothing passed down from Xiyi is very common among the poor in Ming Dynasty.

Li Jun turned up the collar of his jacket, covering half of his face, and separated some coveting eyes.

Li Jun was obviously no stranger to this street, he walked quickly through the crowd, and turned into an unremarkable dark alley after a while.

Compared with the row upon row of bright signboards on the street, most of the so-called 'stalls' here are a rag on the ground, but the goods piled up on it are scary enough.

A large number of artificial prosthetic limbs and chips that have been worn out, a whole set of artificial meridians soaked in glass jars, acquired Daoji shaped like embryos, and Buddha relics of various shapes
There are three teachings and nine streams, all kinds of things, all-encompassing.

The contraband, which is rare to see in other districts of Chengdu Prefecture, is laid out on the ground in such a blatant manner, and the guests who come and go also have a calm expression that is familiar to them.

"Sir, I have the latest Huang Liang Mei Meng here. It is based on "Liao Zhai Yan Tan". It is absolutely fresh and exciting. Do you want to try it?"

A small businessman leaned in front of Li Jun, with a rough-encapsulated biochip lying in his wet palm.

For these things that look like pirated copies, Li Jun has no interest at all.

Not to mention that he didn't have a brain-computer interface implanted at all, even if he had implanted it, he wouldn't try this illegal yellow beam dream.

I don't know how many people have entered this illusion. Even if the AI ​​intelligence in it has not been played crazy, it is probably on the verge of losing control.

If you are not careful, these ghosts and monsters will invade the user's brain and turn them into demons.

"No need, I'm not interested."

Li Jun, who still has business to do, replied lightly, turning sideways to walk past the dealer.

The other party suddenly took a step back and stood in front of him again.

"Try it, it's very cheap, you only need 30 Yuan Mingbao notes to play once."

The businessman was hunched over and looked humble, but Li Jun saw a trace of coldness in the other party's big eyes.

At the same time, a burly man squeezed over from the side, stood beside the businessman, and fiddled with the right forearm that had been replaced with a mechanical prosthesis as if showing off his force.

With a click, an antique brick picked up from nowhere was crushed into pieces, and turned into red mud under the rainwater, flowing from the fingers.

Li Jun looked up at the two of them, and said with a half-smile, "Since when did the stall owners in Ghost Street start a business of buying and selling by force?"

"Ghost Street never deceives people."

The short businessman shook his head pretendingly, stretched out his neck like an old dog, and sniffed the faint smell of blood on Li Jun's body with his mechanical nose.

The smile on his face became brighter and brighter, revealing a mouthful of dark yellow rotten teeth.

"But if you don't want to make a fuss, you'd better do this business with me."

A raw face with clean flesh and blood and a gunshot wound is simply the best business partner.

The strong man at the side obviously regarded Li Jun as a soft persimmon, and was about to grab his collar with his hand.

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and pay. It's been 1 minute now, counting you once a second, a total of 800 times, a total of 2000 yuan. I will wipe a zero for you, [-] yuan Daming treasure note!"

The short businessman took a step aside, folded his hands leisurely on his chest, he was very sure that Li Jun would not fight with them, but would spend money to avoid disaster.

After all, the people who entered Ghost Street with gunshot wounds were either to heal their wounds or to escape.

No matter what it is, the fat sheep in front of him will not choose to conflict with him.

The originally lively alley suddenly fell into silence, and many stall owners and customers raised their heads and waited to watch the excitement.

At this moment, the right arm of the strong man had already stretched out in front of Li Jun, and a pungent and unpleasant smell of metal corrosion rushed into his nostrils.

Li Jun didn't even bother to move his feet when dealing with this kind of prosthetic limb, which was already considered metal garbage. He raised his left hand around, clamped the mechanical arm under his armpit, and then pulled it hard.

Only a few crackling sounds were heard, a large number of corroded nuts and gears bounced off, and the mechanical prosthesis was broken from the joints, tearing off a large piece of flesh and blood from the strong man.

The strong man looked at his bloody right forearm in astonishment, and the pupils in his eye sockets trembled like electric shocks.

Just as he opened his big mouth, before he could let out a scream, his throat was slashed to pieces by a hand knife that followed.

"Well"

The sturdy body fell backwards and slammed into the street hard, causing the spectators around to scream.

The short businessman reacted very quickly. The moment the strong man fell to the ground, he bowed his body and dived into the crowd, but before he could take two steps, he felt a pain in the back of his neck, and his strength was drained instantly.

Li Jun threw the corpse away casually, with an extremely calm expression, as if he had just slapped two flies to death.

The people around stepped aside one after another, made way for a wide road, and watched the big steps walking towards the depths of the alley.

After Li Jun walked away, several cheers erupted in the originally quiet alley, and several stall owners rushed out from behind the stall like hungry wolves, and rushed towards the corpse on the ground.

Fresh corpses are essential materials for making 'artificial meridians' and 'Buddha relics', and are also one of the hard currencies of Ghost Street.

Regarding the faint noise coming from behind, Li Jun naturally knew what happened, but these things were already common in the chicken and goose area, and he raised his hand and knocked on the iron door in front of him without any fluctuation in his heart.

A moment later, a gap was opened on the iron door, revealing a pair of indifferent eyes, pure and deep black pupils representing the identity of Fang Mingren.

"what's up?"

"Heal the wound, ask for medicine."

The pupil behind the door moved slightly, and his tone softened a little, "Which doctor are you looking for?"

"Crow Hua."

The iron door slid open silently, and from the flickering cold light on the side of the door, it can be seen that the inner core of this rusty iron door turned out to be a whole piece of composite steel.

Behind the door seemed to be a private clinic, surrounded by equipment that Li Jun could not understand, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant.

On Ghost Street in Ji'e District, apart from the contraband business, there is one industry that is extremely famous, and that is the black clinics that can be seen everywhere.

These clinics undertake a wide range of businesses, including prosthetic body replacement, equipment implantation, and meridian replacement. As long as it is something you can buy outside the door, it can be installed here for you.

Purchase and installation, after-sales maintenance, the business chain of Ghost Street is already extremely complete.

The owner of those indifferent eyes turned out to be a petite girl with a pretty face, but her temperament was extremely cold, and she had no intention of talking to Li Jun at all.

Li Jun also wisely didn't say much, and followed behind the other party in silence.

The two of them walked through a messy and crowded corridor, and a huge room with hundreds of square meters was revealed.

There was a spacious operating bed in the middle of the room, and an old man in a floral shirt was standing by the bed, not knowing what to do.

"Old man, someone is looking for you to see a doctor."

The girl yelled, then sat down on the sundries beside her, took out a yellowed paper book from her arms, and read it.

"Is Jinlin a pool?"

Li Jun glanced at the cover of the book, and vaguely felt that the name of the book was very familiar. Before he could recall it, the old man in the floral shirt had stopped what he was doing and turned around.

"This pair of blood vessels has been stripped clean, and meridians can be made without much processing. At least it can be sold for [-] Daming Treasure Banknotes."

Holding a pair of blood vessels shaped like fishing nets, the old man smiled cheerfully.

Then he raised his eyes to look at Li Jun, and after examining his eyes, he said with a playful smile: "If you know my name, Wu Yahua, then you should be from Brother Pao's club?"

(End of this chapter)