People are in Night City, start to add points

On the streets of Hegu District, David was sitting in front of a public computer with a glass of Coke and a bag of 'Tiger' sticky cake beside him. He seemed to be thinking, but he had actually made a decision.

After layer-by-layer selection, there were three sets of houses managed by "Simple Real Estate", among which he particularly liked the two in the Company Square and the Valley area.

One is an apartment on the eighth floor, in the company square where mid- and high-level company dogs gather, where NCPD deploys a large number of police forces, the usual security problems do not exist at all, and it is easy to steal some company secrets, which are listed on the hacker website It has always been one of the most sought-after items.

In his opinion, the house had only two faults.

One is that the rent of 6000 yuan per month is a bit expensive, and the other is that there are people next door who often have parties.

Yes, a group of people who don't wear clothes.

The set in the valley area is a duplex on the second floor, with large floor-to-ceiling windows on the entire two floors, with a wide view and a large enough area to fit several carts of prohibited items. It is the best choice.

There is only one disadvantage of this room, and that is that it is very expensive, even more expensive than the company square, reaching an insane 1 yuan per month.

David took a bite of the sweet and spicy sticky cake and sighed inwardly.

So, he actually had only one choice.The one on the North Side, next to the parking lot, is a bit like a two-story motel.

The area is a bit small. Looking at the photos, he wants to use this room as a safe house. At least he has to move out the strangely colored pink and purple double round bed inside, so that the whole space is barely enough.

In addition, it may be necessary to do some sound insulation. This time, it is not because of the fear of being disturbed by the neighbors having a party, but because of the need for privacy.

Of course, it is not without advantages.

The first is to have at least two passages, one is to go up through the main entrance, and the other is to browse the external stairs with bare hands. This may be very critical in times of danger. Another advantage is that he can afford the rent.

It only costs 600 yuan per month, and other necessary expenses are deducted. He can live here for at least one year. For David, who used to worry about betting one and paying three, this makes him feel very safe.

After confirming the address again, David reached out to pick up the Coke and drank the remaining half bottle in one gulp.The original owner of this body hated carbonated drinks, but he loved Fat House Happy Water deeply. He was even a little fortunate that it was 2075, and the taste of Coke was still the same as before time travel.

Then he called Regina.

"what's up?"

Regina's voice was still lilting.

"I need your help. I want to rent a house in Simple Real Estate. Of course, I'm looking for you because I don't want to give them my identity registration information. You know why."

David paused, then continued.

"Also, if possible, please keep an eye out for a car with a suitable price."

"It's a small matter." Regina sounded confident: "Send me the address of the house and I'll get it right away. What do you need for the car?"

"Hmm... just be firm, as long as there is enough space."

David thought for a moment and added.

"Help me with my driver's license, if you can, and... do you know anyone who can teach me how to drive?"

"Come one by one, wait for me for a while."

Stuffing the last few sticky cakes into his mouth, David turned off the renting website on the computer, cleared his browsing history by the way, and waited patiently.

I have to say that the sticky cake tastes pretty good, and it only costs 2 yuan a piece, which is good enough to be called cheap. It can only be said that the chef’s use of various seasonings is quite powerful, far exceeding the standard of ordinary roadside stalls. .

Regina's efficiency has always been very high, and after about 10 minutes, David received her reply.

"The house is ready for you. This is the registered identity information. See the attachment. I guess you can make something that passes the door verification, right? Little hacker."

While speaking, a message was sent to David's communication.

"As for the car, I have a friend who happens to have a 'little mule' ready to sell. It has been driven for five years, and it is a bit scratched, but it is in good condition."

"That's not a problem." David shook his head and replied without hesitation.

Second-hand cars are basically like this. Anyway, he can't afford better ones.

"That's fine." Regina said with a relaxed tone: "But the driver's license... I do have acquaintances at NCPD, and the price is quite cheap, but are you really sure you want to do this thing?"

"why not?"

"In fact, driving without a license in Night City may cause more deaths than murders. The police don't care whether you are speeding or not, whether you are violating traffic rules..."

"I need an identity that can be seen, Regina."

"I understand, I understand."

Regina's chuckle came from the other end of the phone.

"It's the right thing to do, you can't go wrong if you are careful. I interviewed a racing driver before and heard that he has not been doing well lately. I will give you his number. As for the rest, you can figure it out yourself."

"Thank you."

David hung up the phone, heaved a sigh of relief, and stood up from his seat.

It is also beneficial to know more people. A middleman with a wide network like Regina can sometimes save himself a lot of trouble.

However, the house he chose was in the Watson District-North District, which is twice the distance to his home in Santo Domingo from here.

Before I learned how to drive, I had to take the city rail express first...

Volume 31: Chapter 31 Chapter [-]: Unreasonable

Four and 10 minutes later, David was standing at the intersection outside the North End apartment.

In front of them was a piece of intertwined low-rise buildings. The dark yellow exterior walls were very old, and the exposed guardrails were damaged in a large number, hanging there danglingly.

Iron fences and walls divide this place into pieces, which look intricate. If you are not familiar with the terrain, it is easy to lose your direction.

This is a typical look of the North District. The buildings are old and dilapidated, and there is a strange smell in the air, which perfectly fits the three characters of dirty and messy.If you look up into the distance, you can still see gleaming new buildings standing on the edge of the industrial area in the north of the city, as if trying to separate this abandoned land from other places.

Entering the courtyard along the orange railing, David walked past several scrapped cars and came to the front desk on the first floor of the apartment.

"Hello?"

David knocked on the plastic tabletop, and waited a few seconds before seeing a sleepy face poking out.

"……What's up."

"I'm a new tenant in room 1242, here to register."

"Oh, 1242..."

The waiter rubbed his eyes and tapped in front of the computer, then his expression suddenly became vivid, and he raised his head in surprise.

"Mr. Josie Cullen?"

"Is there a problem?" David asked a little confused.

This is the new identity Regina found for him, an ordinary young man who came to Night City from the west coast.

"No, no." The waiter had a smile on his face: "It's just that we rarely have stable customers like you who pay a year's rent at once."

A year's rent?

David smiled bitterly in his heart, most likely Regina handed it in for him, it seems that there is another benefit of having a middleman friend.

"It's easier this way." He calmly explained, "Can I register now?"

"Of course, please look here..."

A few seconds later, a file appeared on the computer screen. The photo was of David, but the name was Josie Cullen.

"Okay, the registration has been completed, I wish you a pleasant stay."

After another operation, the waiter raised a smile.

"It's your first time to live here. Let me introduce you. There is a pizzeria that provides food delivery service to the west, and a store that sells tobacco, alcohol, and daily necessities is also nearby. Clothes and the like need ..."

David did not interrupt his acceptance, listened patiently, and asked some questions appropriately, just like someone who really wants to live here for a long time.

"Very good. If I have any questions, I will call you." After the consultation, he nodded, and then took out a stack of colorful banknotes from his pocket, which looked like four and fifty yuan, and put them in onto the plastic table top.

"By the way, I have a sleep disorder, and my sleep time is very unstable. It may be during the day or at night. If there is nothing particularly important, don't bother me."

"Of course, thank you for your generosity."

The waiter took the tip, which was far beyond the normal amount, without showing any surprise on his face.

In Night City, people can do anything with rent, especially if they're renting for a year.

The last guy who did this was two members of the Tiger Claw Gang who secretly made medicines. Later, because they sold them too cheaply and crossed the border to make money, they were killed by the local gang Maelstrom.

If you want to live longer, you'd better not meddle in other people's affairs.

Going up the dark stairs, David came to the second floor, and soon found his own room 1242.

After waving away a few flies and opening the electronic door, a musty smell came over my face, and then I saw a set of computer equipment bathed in red light and a rather narrow room.

On the left side of the door is a bathroom with a shower, and on the right side is a round double bed with two pillows. On the shelf at the head of the bed, a heart-shaped ornament is emitting a soft pink-purple light.

Between the computer and the wardrobe next to the bed, there was a vertical game console, but it didn't respond after pressing it a few times, and it seemed to be broken.

On the left side of the computer desk, at the innermost end of the room, there is a weapon room separated by a plastic curtain. Of course, the slots for weapons inside are empty, and nothing is left.

With his hands in his pockets, David stood at the door and looked around the hut, feeling a little emotional.

Although it was a bit small and broken, but anyway, this was his first residence in Night City, and it belonged to him alone.

There are still some drinks and food left on each table, which seem to have expired a long time ago, and emit a strange smell.It can be seen that the previous owner of this apartment left in a hurry and did not pack anything, not even the computer, which made David cheaper for nothing.

David looked around, sat down at the computer desk, and checked them one by one.

This set of equipment is not cheap, it uses high-end products, and it is equipped with three display screens, which are enough to be called professional in David's eyes.

He moved the coffee machine out of the way, adjusted the seat to a more comfortable height, and started the computer.

After a brief startup screen, several messages popped up in an instant, most of which were scam advertisements such as notifications of winning lottery and asking for a child with a lot of money.

David crossed them out one by one, but suddenly found that among these messy messages, there was another message from the front desk of the apartment.

"Dear resident!"

"The front desk has been asked to convey the following to the current occupants of Room 1242."

"Hello, I don't know who you are. My good friend Mike Garek was the last resident of your apartment. He left the house and disappeared without saying a word a month ago."

"Unfortunately, I haven't been able to find him yet. I have to leave Night City due to unforeseen reasons. If Mike comes back, please tell him that I am at the dam. He knows what to do."

"Theodore H. Collins."

David glanced at it quickly, but didn't pay much attention.Guys like this kind of inexplicably disappearing, I don't know how many people are there every day in Night City, it's very common.Of course, if that Mike Gabriel is lucky enough to be alive and come back here, he doesn't mind passing on the news.

However, when David cleaned up the junk information and began to check other files in the computer, his brows frowned little by little.

This computer is too clean, as if it has been initialized by someone, without any extra files and traces of use.

It's like someone bought the latest 4090 before crossing, equipped with a lot of high-end equipment, but only used it for browsing the web and chatting, which is completely unreasonable.

He sat in front of the computer desk, pondered for a while, then stood up suddenly, and began to carefully examine every place in the cabin.

Volume 32: Chapter 32 Chapter [-]: The Missing Tenant

David didn't miss any detail, from the gap under the bed to the discarded coffee cans, and even the few books, all checked.

The abnormality on the computer made him feel a little uneasy. If it was done by the former tenant Mike Garek, why didn't he just take the computer away, but deleted all traces of the unnecessary move, and then left the computer in the house?

David didn't want any hidden dangers in the house he just rented. Out of prudence, he had to figure this out.

The room was not big, and not long after, David found a chip in the drawer of the bedside table.

There are many documents stored in the chip, most of which are communication records in daily life, such as delivery notices from pizza restaurants and courier deliveries.

Why is this kind of thing stored separately with a chip?

David thought for a while, looked at the professional computer equipment in front of him, cracked the chip and scanned it again.

Sure enough, an encrypted file appeared in the chip this time, and the content was an audio recording of a telephone communication.

As David guessed, Mike Garek, who had some computer skills, hid what he really wanted to save.

After checking again for viruses, David turned on the audio.

The first thing that sounded was a rough male voice.

"...What the hell is going on with you? I kept calling and even went to your place. Are you dead?"

"There is a job."

Compared with the other person, the respondent's voice was much crisper, and he sounded younger.

"Have a job? You should hide from the limelight after finishing the last order, instead of going directly to the Internet!"