The sunset rays bring the last glory before the long dark night.

In the vast fields, a row of steam locomotives carrying passengers were galloping forward like wild horses.

There was a "whimper" sound on the head of the motorcycle, and coal was constantly burned, and white steam continued to surge through the exhaust valve, generating a continuous stream of kinetic energy.

"Click click."

The irritable and thunderous sound penetrated into Lu Lu's eardrums, pressing him lightly and heavily, awakening him from the haze.

In a dark, private private room, he suddenly opened his eyes.

The familiar pure white ceiling disappeared, replaced by the dark metallic wall edge not far from the head. Lu Lu raised his numb arms, touched his fingers and steel, and then retracted back to his eyes, and saw the dust on it with the rays of dusk.

Where is this?

Lu Lu held up her elbow and just wanted to get up, but suddenly she felt like someone was hitting her head with a wooden stick. It was an indescribable and indescribable pain like an ice cone penetrated and penetrated the nerves.

pain!

The breathing is stagnant, and the elbows are unsustainable to fold and bend.

This airtight feeling of suffocation is like independent thinking trying to invade his mind, killing his thinking, and fighting for control of the body.

In the hazy state, Lu Lu felt that her consciousness could not be independent, and her strong desire for survival emerged, fighting against that independent thinking.

a long time.

The senses tell him that the power of independent thinking is dissipating, being irreversibly swallowed and fused.

After a brief awakening, segments of memory flow as complex as a video disc coil, and continuous memory fragments poured into the brain like a tide.

Countless weird and weird pictures are presented.

Lu Lu only felt brain disordered and had no clue, so she could not integrate these pictures together.

I don’t know how long it lasted, but as everything was settled, all the memory fragments seemed to return to their original position, presented in his mind in an orderly and smooth manner.

Zorro Diop, seventeen years old, was born in the slum of Ewe's waste city in the Hebrew War Zone. He learned some mechanics and was an orphan with no siblings. His mother divorced her father in an early age. As a mechanic, his father died in a car accident not long ago.

On the seventh day after his father's funeral, Zorro Diop, who lost everything, bet on the motorcycle ticket to No Night City.

Is this... traveling through time?

Lu Lu mobilized her thoughts and tried to clarify the framework of this world.

A future world of cyberpunk!

On the one hand, it is a future technological world that is more advanced than the earth's technology. On the other hand, it is a ruined slum.

Capital monopolizes science and technology, and uses technology to provide productivity. The labor force of the working people does not bring value or benefits, and capital abandons the working people.

The rich are always rich, the poor are always ants, and the upper channel is also closed by the upper level, first with educational isolation, then geographical isolation, and then reproductive isolation.

The rich enjoy the health and longevity brought by technology until they evolved into two species.

And no night city, a city that is free from national rules and restricts capital and power, may be the last bus for the poor to squeeze into the upper class.

But as memories further expanded and some memories continued to be mined and integrated, he suddenly felt a cool chill all over his body.

Not long ago, during this steam locomotive journey, Zorro Diop, his current body, was strangely dizzy, twitching, and tired in the uninhabited room without warning, covering his chest and falling on the bed, moaning in despair and pain.

This bizarre death phenomenon...

Is it myocardial infarction or drug poisoning?

He reflowed his memory and searched again for details and abnormal conditions that might have been missed after boarding the steam locomotive.

Everything is so natural.

Lu Lu only felt a sense of creepy, her scalp was numb, and her hair stood up like dense reptiles covering her body. She bounced her waist and abdomen in a conditional manner, looked at the open space of only six or seven square meters in fear and suspicion.

What exactly happened?

He didn't even want to consider why he traveled through time and why he came here, because no one can guarantee whether the previous scene will repeat in the next moment.

Zorro Diop has no enemies, but if it is sudden death, is it too coincidental?

If he killed him, who was the murderer, why was he targeted him, and how did he commit the crime?

While thinking, a "bang bang" knock suddenly came from the door.

This sudden change made Lu Lu subconsciously tiptoe, and his heart seemed to stop. He took a deep breath of air, tried to calm his mind, and tried to breathe evenly.

An indescribable intuition was telling him that the knocker was the murderer!

Lu Lu lowered the amplitude of his movements, and with the cover of the friction between the rollers and the tracks, he lie down, covers his chest, and makes his mouth big, imitating the scene in the memory fragments that he finally perceived before his sudden death.

"Cruff."

Seeing that there was no movement in the private room, the knocker pushed open the door and walked in.

No, more than one person.

Lu Lu could clearly sense the two footsteps covered by the sound of motorcycles. Although he didn't know how he did it, he alerted him no matter what, and gave up the plan to take action.

One of the footsteps was getting closer and closer, and Lu Lu held her breath and remained motionless.

The whole process lasted about thirty seconds. Lu Lu heard one of the hoarse and old male voices, speaking languages ​​that he could easily understand.

"He is dead."

Some familiar voices are not close to people, but they must have left traces in memory. Lu Lu maintained a stiff facial expression, and a strong heat surged from the heart of his nose, and continued to listen to the conversation.

A low middle-aged male voice rang near the threshold, "It seems that I don't need to take action."

"Haha, this is just for the sake of the situation. He was injected with the Maji virus by me. The hidden period of the virus is one week. Calculate the time, and it is almost time for the poison to die."

"Hmph, I hope this kid is a superman who is about to awaken."

"Don't worry, the chance is very high."

The old and hoarse voice said in a flattering tone, and then paused before continuing, "This kid has been to my clinic. I originally thought he was just a schizophrenia patient, but from his subsequent description, I suspect that he is very likely to be an unawakened spiritualist."

The extraordinary, the spiritual enlightened?

Lu Lu was muttering these two strange words in his mind, and he did not find their figures in the memory bank. But after mentioning the word "clinic", he instantly recalled some content.

After the spiritual storm caused by his father's death, Zorro's life has repeatedly experienced supernatural events such as auditory hallucinations and vision.

This forced the predecessor to go to a nearby clinic to find out the cause of the disease.

The owner of the clinic is Awak Morgan, who is in his sixties. He is a poor third-rate doctor. He has no great skills and ends up injecting him with 10 ml of sedative agent.

It seems that the so-called sedative is the Maji virus, the real murderer who caused the death of Zorro Diop.

The plot of the whole story suddenly came into his mind.

"Spiritual Awareness, can you be sure?"

The low male voice replied quickly, his tone was a little quick, and Lu Lu could even imagine his expression of frowning and looking forward to it.

“I’m 70% sure.

But before that, I needed to extract two of his main gene sequences, which took about half an hour. If you feel bored, you can go out and have a look at the scenery first."

"I'll look at you for the wind. The handling speed is faster. It's hard to fool me when I'm noticing the police team on the locomotive."

After the man finished speaking, Lu Lu heard the door of the private room open and close again, and the sound of footsteps disappeared into the room.

"Hehehe...it's developed, developed!!"

After the middle-aged man left, the hoarse voice echoed in the private room, faintly revealing creepy, which made Lu Lu feel a little chilled.

Then, Awak Morgan sat down on the iron bench and placed the backpack containing various tools on the table opposite the bed.

He skillfully unzipped the test tube, scalpel, human brain container, solution that can extract mutant gene chains and other medical equipment.

"Scalper, cut out the human brain..."

He began to speak with his back to Lu Lu, without knowing that there was a pair of eyes behind him staring at him.

As a 21st century science and engineering man, Lu Lu was instilled with the concept of peace since childhood.

Killing is a taboo in China. But in this world, it seems to be just a small thing that is used to.

Although he still has a considerable psychological burden, the current situation can no longer tolerate any hesitation.

Either he dies or he lives.

With deep dark blue eyes, Lu Lu made up her mind and bit her tongue heavily. A trace of bright red blood flowed through her gums, making her spirit become excited in a short period of time.

He didn't hesitate anymore, and suddenly burst out. Before Awak Morgan made any reaction, he outlined his neck with his right arm, then locked it with his left hand and rolled him out of the seat.

"Bang!"

Awak Morgan has become aging and decaying skeleton due to his age, and has intimate contact with the iron carriage ground, making a dull collision sound.

He would never think that the dead Zorro Diop would be resurrected from the dead, nor did he know what happened, but the human self-protection consciousness was still activated unconditionally.

He held the inside of his arm with both hands, and cooperated with the movement of his legs, and tried his best to break free from the arm that locked his throat.

hiss!

He is so powerful. Is this fucking old man in his sixties?
To be continued...