Psychics don't die from gunfire

"You two, order a glass of Cranberry Jesus and a foamed Efari."

On the artificial beach filled with light white gravel, under the open-air parasol, the waiter brought two drinks listlessly, and without waiting for the customers to ask anything, he took the plate and left immediately.

The weather today can be called good.

The rainy season that lasted for nearly half a month finally stopped. This cheap open-air bar on the beach in Gaoge District reopened. Under the dazzling but not glaring golden sunlight, many people have gathered here.

And in the corner of this beach.

Song Shi took a sip of the alcoholic beverage called "Efari" and looked forward again.

"Cranberry Jesus" has been served for a long time, but until the floating ice cubes gradually began to melt, the young woman sitting on the other side of the round table was still silent.

Or, she was shocked by the huge amount of information.

This is a woman young enough to be called a "girl", wearing loose casual clothes and dyed blonde hair. Her degree of prosthetics is not too high. Apart from a pair of implanted artificial eyes, only her right hand has undergone a certain degree of prosthetic transformation.

After a long time, she finally came back to her senses little by little, and the girl spoke with some difficulty.

"So, my father really has..."

"This is your father's urn."

Song Shi leaned over, took out a metal box from the handbag beside him, and pushed it over.

"After Marico died in the institute, they did not destroy the body directly, but temporarily put it in the freezer. Maybe they had some ideas." Song Shi said: "I only found out later. Anyway, I went to grab your father's body, but the body damage was too serious, so I could only cremate it first."

The girl, or Marico's only daughter, Mela Bennett.

Mela opened her eyes wide, her eyes kept moving between Song Shi and the metal box, and finally, she slowly took the metal box, trembling and opened it, and there was white dust inside.

". How did my father die?"

She asked.

"I lied to him." Song Shi said concisely: "The fundamental cause of your father's death was the onset of 'cyberpsychosis', and the direct cause was me. You can think that I accelerated this process."

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Hearing this, Mela fell silent again.

After a while, she asked again: "Are you very good? I mean killing, shooting, making bombs or hacking."

"My current assessment of myself is... average." This question made Song Shi think for a while, and he replied: "But if it is limited to Plosser, it is probably a hundred times better than the street kid you have met."

"Then why do you have to kill my father?" Mela took a deep breath and said with a tremor: "You said that when you were in the institute, you needed my father to leave-but you said you were very good! And my father is just an unemployed engineer!"

"The situation is different."

Song Shi stared at the other person, and the two looked at each other: "From the time we met until now, none of the words I said were lies."

"I needed your father to leave at that time, this is true. I am now well-behaved, this is also true."

The young man paused for a moment, and then said: "Of course, you can also regard me as the murderer of your father. This is your power and freedom."

"I-of course I don't think so!" Meila raised her voice suddenly: "The people in the institute are the real murderers, you, you..."

"I have killed them all." Song Shi said.

Meira was stunned for a moment.

"I went to the institute where your father and I were volunteers, and the person in charge of 'experimental volunteer recruitment' to kill them." He took out a data card: "The pictures of these people before they died are all here."

Subconsciously, Meila swallowed her saliva.

"So you are here to kill me now?" She wanted to ask this question, but she didn't say it after all.

"You"

"Because I have an agreement with your father, that's why I came today." Song Shi said, and paused: "I'm sorry to ask, did Marico leave you anything before he went to the institute."

"Yes." Hearing this, Mela was silent for a moment: "He left me a video."

At this point, Mela stopped talking and did not take any further action, obviously unwilling to show the video to a stranger.

"Your father loves you." Song Shi wanted to say something, but after thinking for a while, he found that he was not good at this kind of words, so he only said one sentence: "Marico does love you, and the one he couldn't let go of the most before he died was you."

"This is the agreement."

Song Shi took out another personal ID card, inserted it into the mobile phone, and clicked a few times.

An electronic contract began to be shared.

Mera's artificial eye lit up slightly, and without caring about the person in front of her, she quickly swept to the bottom of the contract and found the familiar personal ID code and signature.

——[Marico Bennett].

The signature time is 2150, September 23, 21:37 p.m., which is half a year ago.

Mela felt a little dizzy, more like a trance.

A few months ago, when she came home from school, she found that Marico was not at home. At first, she didn't think much of it. As a company employee, working overtime all night and not having time to go home are the norm. She only found out later that her father had actually been promoted at that time.

It was not until a whole week had passed that she finally realized something was wrong. When she was about to go directly to Marico's company, her aunt and her family suddenly came to her house. And a video of Marico with a key restriction.

The password was a string of numbers that only Mela knew.

Then, she really understood the cause and effect of everything.

To be honest, she thought she had accepted it all. After the initial disbelief and unwillingness to admit it, time, or the pressure of survival, would erase all unnecessary emotions.

Until this moment.

——Facing the stranger who suddenly came to her.

"There are 200,000 credit points in this card, all clean money, which can withstand the review of 'Dark Crystal Credit' and can be used at any time." Song Shi took out a credit card and handed it to her: "At the same time, until you are 25 years old, this account will be regularly deposited with 4,000 credit points every month. In addition, I have also paid off your 30-year 'Learn Until Old Age' education loan."

"Well, in principle, I have no right to interfere with the use of this money. But I still hope that you can live up to Marico's expectations-at least don't use it on sugar and anchors."

Mela sat blankly.

Unable to suppress it, she had a thought in her heart, "Is this the money my father risked his life for?" When she thought of this, she had a flame of anger burning her heart. But in the next moment, "After a full six months, without my knowledge, the other party was willing to keep his promise?" The thought also came out, making her confused, bewildered, and stunned.

These complex emotions intertwined, prompting her to ask: "Who are you?"

The sunlight in the sky gradually moved horizontally, casting mottled traces.

Song Shi raised his head and thought for a while.

He looked at the other person straight in the eye, a flame ignited on his index finger, and gently tapped his temple:

"Free bounty hunter. Nandou."

--Volume 1. [Tower Collapse], the end