The Daily Life Of A Cyberpunk Magician
Chapter 96 - 97: The Ecstasy of the Comatose Patient!

Chapter 96: Chapter 97: The Ecstasy of the Comatose Patient!

The painter opened his eyes.

Then closed them.

It must be a dream.

That’s what he thought.

Because what the painter saw was himself strapped to a scaffold high up in the air, the scaffold extending from the rooftop—he was a painter and could imagine that he now looked like a sausage being roasted.

And he was only wearing a pair of shorts.

But after closing his eyes for three seconds, he realized the wind was making him very cold, and moreover, there were sounds of footsteps and voices coming from behind.

"Hey! What’s going on here?" an old man’s voice called out, "Don’t die on my building, eh!"

Hm?

The painter slowly realized something was amiss.

"Just wait, don’t move, don’t you move now, you’re in great danger," the old man shouted, "I’m going to call for help."

Call for help?

The young painter hadn’t yet figured out what would happen next; he was questioning why he was there in the first place.

Himself...

He was there to look for the Fox, right?

But why, why was he there?

The Fox...

He tried hard to recall the name, everything related to it, but the more he thought, the more his head ached.

He only remembered he came for the Fox, to retrieve the Black Silver; beyond that, he had no memory.

Drugged?

Impossible, after becoming an "Agent," he had always been careful, definitely not the kind to be taken advantage of in such trivial matters.

So, change the way of thinking, if he was there, it was definitely because he once knew the Fox was nearby, and then he went looking.

He probably found him but got counter-killed.

He closed his eyes, following his breath.

No need to be upset, the Fox wasn’t so easy to deal with, this he should have realized sooner.

But at the same time, his fighting spirit was ignited.

I must catch you!

"Be careful, don’t let him fall," the old man’s voice came again, this time accompanied by many fragmentary voices.

"How is this guy naked here?"

"Probably has a mental issue."

"Or maybe he got messed up by debt collectors."

"Tsk tsk, so young, why not make money in a proper way?"

The painter’s face remained composed.

He was a painter, with profound Qi Cultivation Technique; otherwise, his hand holding the brush would shake.

Feeling his body being moved back little by little, then along with the scaffold, placed down on the ground.

"I’m the building manager, who are you, and why are you here?" the old man asked sternly, while untying the ropes, a circle of people watching him.

"I’m an artist, performing art," the painter said calmly, standing up.

Then suddenly he dropped to his knees.

His legs, having been bound for so long, were weak and unable to support his body.

"Hey, hey, hey, no need for such formalities," the building manager hurried to help him up, but he too was baffled as to why this guy seemed to refuse to get off the ground.

However, knowing gratitude, that’s a good lad.

After a long while, the painter finally stood up and asked, "Did you see a pen and an electronic drawing board?"

"This... no," the old man shook his head, pulling out a piece of paper, "But I did see this, I have no idea what it means."

The painter took the piece of paper, which had a line of text written on it.

"If you want the secret key back, come to me, help me with three tasks. Signed, Mr. Fox."

His face was expressionless, but he bit his lip and walked down from the roof in silence.

It’s better not to buy a house in Area A after all.

Being a slave to a mortgage is still a form of slavery, the free self should not be bound by anything.

The first thing he did upon waking in the afternoon was to check the messages on his wristwatch.

Sure enough, Wolf had sent a bunch of messages.

Probably about a new lead in Thirteen District, getting ready to depart.

Twenty minutes later, after washing up and having breakfast, Jiang Shu went downstairs, got into Wolf’s car, and they headed to the high-speed rail station.

After the last lesson, Jiang Shu would under no circumstances drive to Thirteen District again.

Wasting time is wasting life!

Meanwhile, he also brought along his own magic table, hmm, he decided to bring the spring water with him.

And that long mud knife.

Bewildered by Jiang Shu’s actions, Wolf watched as Jiang Shu placed the magic table and the mud knife into the trunk and then sat in the passenger seat, opening the smaller version of Tablet Spirit and casually browsing through something flashy, he asked, "What’s the situation in Thirteen District? Explain in detail."

"We found the mole in the police station," Wolf said with a grim face, seemingly unhappy to know such things, "He... had been undercover for quite a while, planted there by the mechanical disciples three years ago. This is the first time he’s betrayed the police station, the trail was quite clear, and we found him quickly."

"?" Jiang Shu could hardly believe it, "Years ago? How’s that possible? Aren’t the mechanical disciples from Thirteen District? Why would they plant a mole in Seventh District?"

"Not sure, but to understand this, we’ll need to go to Thirteen District personally and find the higher-ups of the mechanical disciples."

"Hmm." Jiang Shu’s face turned a shade darker, "What does he know?"

"Not much, just that the mechanical disciples desperately need your help, and urgently," Wolf continued.

"My help?" Jiang Shu’s expression turned strange, though he had roughly guessed as much, he was still a bit puzzled, "So I help them cut ties with the martial world?"

"Not clear, but there’s no need to get to the bottom of it," Wolf shook his head, "Our main objective is assisting in taking down the mechanical disciples. Their cross-district bombing plan infuriated the higher-ups, who are prepared to launch a heavy strike and root them out."

"Hmm." Upon hearing this, Jiang Shu became even more anxious.

The mechanical disciples were madmen, but certainly not fools. They must have anticipated such consequences, yet under the threat of eradication, they still wanted to kidnap him.

That was very intriguing.

What exactly did the mechanical disciples want to do?

There was a conspiracy.

Suddenly, Jiang Shu no longer wanted to go to Thirteen District, but the thought lasted only a moment, because he also knew clearly that he needed to understand this matter.

Besides, with the paper card technique here and the option to escape back into the magic table, there shouldn’t be any life-threatening dangers; he could afford to take risks.

They parked the car, entered the high-speed train station, took the train, and by three in the afternoon, Jiang Shu and his companion appeared at the exit of the Thirteen District high-speed rail station.

"Police Chief Wolf, Mr. Jiang," Gary stood at the exit waiting for them. When he saw the two appear, he immediately came up with a smile and gave each one a bear hug.

Jiang Shu looked him over; the current Gary had a cool cybernetic body covering half of himself, resembling a Terminator.

The police department, together with Seks Technology, had tailored a comprehensive adaption plan for him, reducing the potential for Cyber Syndrome to a safe margin and equipping him with military-grade prosthetics.

Multi-functional, low neural control latency, new alloy.

Such gear could not even be purchased with money; many officers in the department were very envious.

The physical and reflex enhancements provided by the mechanical elements, such as prosthetics, would also be represented as entries on the character card, but would appear in gray. If the prosthetic body encountered issues, those entries would be locked.

The enhancements gained through life-science modifications, however, would show up in green on the character card entries page.

The advantage of these green entries was they were essentially permanent, they wouldn’t disappear on their own, and were often stronger than those gained through self-training. But the downside was also clear: they were highly prone to genetic collapse, leading to severe consequences.

To prevent contamination of the human gene pool in Lonely City, such technology had been banned ten years ago for use on humans, and five years ago, the regulation was elevated to include animals.

Ding: Vegetative humans rejoice.

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