Cyberpunk 2074: Shadows of the Past

"Newcomer! Why don't you take a shower? The water has been put." Outside the door, Rottweiler's loud voice broke into Melissa's ears.

"Where are the clothes?" Melissa thought for a few seconds, pressed the flush button, and shouted toward the door.

"Wear mine..." Rowena's voice suddenly softened, but his tone was a bit resentful, "I just don't know if someone can wear it..."

"Uh..." Melissa shook her head, wisely chose not to answer, and walked out of the toilet silently.

This small house actually has separate dry and wet areas, which looks a bit like the Japanese style.

Melissa thought about trivial matters in an unbridled way, soothing her somewhat gloomy mood.

In just a few hours, an overwhelming amount of information surged like a tidal wave, constantly impacting Melissa's fragile brain.

If you don't soothe yourself, you'll get sick again.

"What are you thinking about? Looking so gloomy?" Rowena stood guard at the door, looking a little surprised when Melissa lowered her head and silently left the toilet.

"I'm a little tired, what cyberpsychosis... what kind of violent terrorist mobile team... my head is dizzy." Melissa shook her head, took the neatly folded clothes from Rowena's hand, and said , while walking towards the bathroom next door.

"Hey, why did you take away the clothes I want to wear?" Rowena yelled and followed Melissa into the bathroom.

"Let me tell you first, I don't like women." As soon as he closed the bathroom door, he saw Melissa crossing her arms and staring at him warily. Rowena scratched his head in embarrassment and quickly explained. With.

"real?"

"Really..." Rowena shook his head, not caring about Melissa's answer. He took off his clothes and jumped directly into the bathtub, leaving only his wet red hair floating on the water like seaweed. superior.

"In a hurry? Isn't the water hot?" Melissa hesitated for a few seconds, then sat on the edge of the bathtub and tapped the water with her toes, as if she were stepping on burning coals.

Rowena came out of the water and saw the funny look of Melissa covering her feet, and couldn't help laughing loudly.

"I even forgot that you were still an amateur before... pretending to be skin-like and not protecting yourself from the heat..."

Wiping away the tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes, Rowena took a breath and turned on the cold water, letting the coolness neutralize the blazing heat in the bathtub.

"Okay now, come down quickly! Come down quickly!"

Melissa glanced at the seemingly innocent Rowena and sighed softly.

That moment before was definitely revenge.

No wonder you are so narrow-minded!

Melissa secretly cursed this unreliable senior, slowly slid down from the edge of the bathtub, and let the warm water wrap around her whole body.

"By the way...where are we? The base of the Terrorist Mobile Team?" Melissa asked Rowena while putting foam on her hair.

"You finally remembered to ask..." Rowena rolled his eyes, mixed his hands with foam, and kept rubbing his short red hair.

"The Terrorist Mobile Team in Night City has a total of nine teams. Each team has its own small living area...perhaps to avoid being blamed? After all, there was once a madman who dared to light a nuclear bomb in the city center..."

"How many people are in each team, five?"

"Absolutely, about five or six..." Rowena nodded and continued, "It's lucky to say that our team accidentally lost a few teammates before, and we are short of manpower and cannot go out on large missions... Otherwise you can Saw my dead body on TV.”

"Accidentally? Can I ask?"

"It's best not to..." Rowena lowered his eyes, combed his fingers through Melissa's well-maintained long hair, and just sighed softly.

"Sorry..." Melissa wanted to comfort the somewhat disappointed red-haired woman, but she didn't know how to speak.

Then the bathroom became quiet, and in the pale mist that filled the air, only the occasional fluctuating sound of water drops and the steady breathing of the two people kept echoing.

"Are you washed? Let's go."

Finally, Rowena broke the silence, dried her body, put on clothes, took the initiative to hold Melissa's hand that was nowhere to be found, and slowly walked out of the bathroom.

"Finally okay? You guys are so slow!"

Opening the heavy iron door and passing through the confusing time gap, what greeted Melissa was neither the warm morning sun nor the cool moonlight.

Bit's big face pressed against the door, startling her.

"Lying in bed for more than ten days, if it were you, you wouldn't be able to figure out the concept of time!" Rowena could always find loopholes in Bit's words and never miss an opportunity to argue.

"Forget it about the newcomers, you've been lying down for more than ten days? Auntie?" Bit made a face at Rowena, said "Come here for dinner", turned around and left.

"Eating?" Melissa glanced at Bit's leaving figure, turned around and asked Rowena.

"What? Aren't you hungry?" Rowena curled her lips and gave a strong middle finger to Bit's pretended chic back.

"If you say so..." Melissa touched her dry belly, "Gugu..."

"It seems that your belly is more sincere than you are." Rowena smiled, but the strength of his hand did not relax at all, and he continued to lead Melissa to the restaurant downstairs.

"Although our place is a bit small, it is better than having all the necessary features."

On the first floor, Boros was sitting on the sofa, looking back at the two people walking slowly down the stairs, speaking in a low voice with an undetectable smile on his face.

"Japanese style?"

"That's right...it's quite useful anyway." Boros scratched his head and implicitly admitted that he had little knowledge of architecture.

"Everything is fine, I'm hungry, I want to eat beef!" Rowena broke the awkward atmosphere, pulled Melissa, and sat down at the dining table together.

"Did you forget to take your medicine today? How can we afford real beef?" Bit came over with a warm plate in his hand and kept sarcastic.

"I thought our salary was quite high..." Melissa took the dinner plate from Bit's hand. Before she could say her thanks, Bit had already turned around and left to get other dinner plates.

"Firearms, prosthetics, medicines...we've all spent it on this. How can we have any spare money?" Boros shook his head and said helplessly.

"In the end, we are just dogs working for people." Bit complained, holding the last dinner plate in his hand and sitting next to the captain.

"Look at this..." Pit shook his head in disgust at the steaming food on the plate, and then started eating.

"Is he a little schizophrenic?" Melissa pulled Rowena and whispered softly.

"People give you the nickname 'Mad Dog,' you know." Rowena glanced at Bit, stabbed a piece of synthetic beef with a fork, and chewed hard.

Melissa frowned, imitating Rottweiler stiffly, biting into pieces of meat that were not chewy at all.

These synthetic meats are all made from insects.

Bit hesitated to speak, and finally, under the gaze of Boros, he swallowed the words he just wanted to say mixed with the rich protein of insect meat back into his mouth.