It's Liao Zhai, not Cthulhu

"Hand?" Xi Ruixuan frowned and asked Qin Anyi.

"Yes, a monster with the same hand." Qin Anyi vomited a smoke ring, and slowly fell into the memory.

"Damn it, what a trash school." Qin Anyi hid on the balcony and huddled in a corner.

After lighting the fire, Qin Anyi stood up and looked out the window.

"It's two o'clock in the morning, the security guards and the teacher shouldn't be checking the bed one by one." Qin Anyi thought to herself, lying on the window sill.

This is Peimu's new campus, built on the outskirts of the city, and the wasteland opposite is full of weeds. It is estimated that someone will buy this land in a while to build residential buildings or commercial buildings.

None of this has anything to do with Qin Anyi.

The street lamps on the street illuminated the night, and the wasteland also shared some light.

It's just that the intensity of those lights is decreasing layer by layer.

Qin Anyi was smoking a cigarette bored, but a black spot caught his attention.

"That... what is it?" Qin Anyi watched the black spot move slowly, but didn't pay attention to it.

However, as the black dot moved, the darkness began to swallow the light of the street lamp.

Qin Anyi could see that the brightness of the street lamps gradually weakened.

"Huh?" Qin Anyi frowned, the cigarette between her fingers was slowly burning.

The smoke diffused, but the burning tobacco also began to gradually extinguish.

An inexplicable panic climbed into Qin Anyi's heart, he took a puff of cigarette subconsciously, but the cigarette had already been extinguished.

Beads of sweat covered his forehead, and all the street lights outside the window had been extinguished, like cigarette butts in his hand.

Qin Anyi wanted to turn around, but under the shadow of the moonlight, Qin Anyi saw a slender palm with nails protruding from the window sill in front of her.

It was impossible to tell whether it was a male or a female hand. It was pure black as if every cell had been soaked in ink. It was so wide that it could easily hold the hand of a three-year-old child.

Only, it's missing a thumb.

Silently, she came in front of Qin Anyi.

He came to the window sill on the sixth floor without a sound.

The palm rested on the window sill, and the moonlight shone on the blood-red nails. You could see the smooth surface and the reflection with a metallic texture.

The nails look beautifully manicured and fit the shape of the hands.

Qin Anyi didn't dare to turn around, he was stunned, not knowing what to do.

The four fingers of that hand were propped up, and the ring finger and middle finger stood on the window sill, which was indescribably weird.

And curious antics.

Gently waving her index finger, Qin Anyi heard the sound of something falling to the ground.

It was as if a lump of meat had fallen to the ground, making a clacking sound.

In addition, there are other sounds.

That was... the sound of some liquid gushing.

The warm liquid splashed on his face, and Qin Anyi could smell a little rust.

He subconsciously wanted to wipe the liquid off his face, but he didn't feel the presence of his right hand for a long time.

The pain came at this moment, Qin Anyi's face was pale, cold sweat slid down his forehead, and the liquid on his face fell to the ground.

He knelt down on the ground in pain, followed by a shrill wail.

The desire to survive made him clutch his right shoulder, but the blood was still flowing.

The blood loss made Qin Anyi's consciousness trance, the hand was gone, and her right arm was also gone.

Eventually, he passed out.

"Afterwards, deep scratches could be found on the wall on the window sill, but I couldn't find my right hand." Qin Anyi laughed rather self-deprecatingly, threw away the cigarette butt, and crushed the cigarette butt fiercely, "This is terrible. It's really a good show, and what's even more interesting is that although the school has made some compensations to me, these compensations are enough for me to open a sex shop, but what I care about the most is actually the hand. Can give me a reasonable explanation."

"Oh." Xi Ruixuan sighed, walked up to Qin Anyi, and patted Qin Anyi's shoulder.

He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say.

"Since then, strange abilities have been born in my body. One is backtracking. I can look back at any period of time and restore it 100% completely. The other is predicting. I can predict certain things, but only Some, the last one is perception, I can perceive a lot of things, backtracking and precognition are reflected in perception, whether it is a fragment of the past or a fragment of the future, you only need to touch it to get it, in addition to these three , it should be my phantom limb." Qin Anyi said, pointing to his empty sleeve, "Sometimes I can feel that my right hand still exists, but this phantom limb is useless .”

"...Alas." Xi Ruixuan still sighed, took out the cigarette case, took out a cigarette and handed it to Qin Anyi, and then lit it for Qin Anyi himself.

"Believe it or not, I've told the truth." Qin Anyi, smoking a cigarette, narrowed her eyes, and patted Xi Ruixuan on the shoulder.

"I believe in you." Xi Ruixuan nodded and said.

"It's good to believe, so, in this case, you should characterize it as suicide." Qin Anyi said while smoking a cigarette, and he looked up at the clouds in the sky.

"Suicide? The five children below are all dead." Xi Ruixuan walked to the edge of the roof and said unwillingly looking at the five corpses.

"Okay, go and tell your immediate boss that this was not done by humans, but by ghosts. You think we should call some Taoist monks to assist in the investigation. It would be better to have someone named Uncle Jiu. Do you think this is okay?" Qin Anyi pulled Xi Ruixuan back from the edge, and said calmly and indifferently, "Not everyone is lucky enough to survive, and so is you. For your own good, I don't want you to be involved."

"But there are five living lives underneath, and their youth is over before it even begins. How can you let me sit idly by?" Xi Ruixuan said with righteous indignation, and Qin Anyi could see that he... was suppressing with his own rage.

It was rage born of a sense of justice and empathy.

"Then what do you want? Throw your hand? Or fall from upstairs?" Qin Anyi's calmness and indifference were like ice water, extinguishing Xi Ruixuan's anger, "When I helped you before, we met They are all human beings, you can kill them with a gun, but now it is different, you may not be able to kill them with a gun.”

"..." Xi Ruixuan was silent.

"So, this is suicide. Everything is just a coincidence. Just drink some wine after writing the report, and fall asleep when you get drunk. I won't talk nonsense. You understand what I mean. Of course, the reward still has to be given. That's it, we can go." Qin Anyi said calmly.

He threw away the cigarette butt, and crushed it hard again.

However, when he opened the gate of the rooftop, he found the black human figure that appeared during the backtracking.

It was squatting in the corner, and after hearing the sound of Qin Anyi opening the roof door, it raised its fuzzy facial features, as if it was looking at Qin Anyi.

Qin Anyi closed the door calmly like an ancient well.

It seems to be as stable as an old dog, but in fact it is a group of flustered.

"What's going on? Why did you close the door suddenly?" Xi Ruixuan asked Qin Anyi strangely.

"I opened it in the wrong way." Qin Anyi held the severed section of his right arm with his left hand.

He had an illusion that his right hand was still there.

This is what a phantom limb feels like.

The gate of the roof did not open, and the black figure passed through the gate of the roof.

Qin Anyi had to look up at the black figure, and so did Xi Ruixuan.

Xi Ruixuan was 1.8 meters three, while Qin Anyi was only 1.7 meters five. The one in front of him seemed to be two meters tall, with a slender figure.

The ghost walked towards Qin Anyi and Xi Ruixuan step by step.

Xi Ruixuan and Qin Anyi also retreated step by step.

"You saw it too?" The cold sweat on Qin Anyi's back wet the back of his clothes.

"Bullshit." Xi Ruixuan's Adam's apple twitched, and his right hand reached for the gun holster on his waist.

Now, what can give Xi Ruixuan the greatest sense of security is the gun on his waist.

Although he doesn't know if it works.

Seeing Xi Ruixuan's movements, the ghost shadow stopped, and then it let out a dull laugh.

That's mocking.

Listening to the ridicule, Qin Anyi's phantom limb feeling became stronger again.

Going to Ah Ya had an illusion, as if his phantom limb was accumulating something, and then it was waiting to explode.

Ghosting pointed to his head, as if signaling for Xi Ruixuan to shoot.

Xi Ruixuan was in a dilemma, he didn't know whether he should shoot or not.

It would be great if the shooting worked, but if it didn't work, then his source of security would be shattered.

So Xi Ruixuan didn't dare to shoot.

Qin Anyi's brain is also running non-stop, there is a dead end behind him, if he falls, he will die.

But he didn't know what to do now.

"You, what exactly are you?" Qin Anyi asked.

He was stalling for time, and this ghost mocked Xi Ruixuan, which meant that this ghost possessed a certain degree of intelligence.

And as long as they have a certain amount of intelligence, they all have the possibility of communication.

Qin Anyi wanted to delay the time, even though he didn't think he could think of any good way.

In the case of unequal information, Qin Anyi couldn't make an analysis at all.

"Or, were you a human being?" Qin Anyi tentatively asked Soi Ying.

"What do you think?" Hei Ying said dully, and at some point in time, he came to Qin Anyi's body, grabbed Qin Anyi's neck, and lifted Qin Anyi up.

"Cough, let's go, old dog." Qin Anyi said to Xi Ruixuan with difficulty, pinching the hand clasping his neck.

"You can reach it." Seeing this scene, Xi Ruixuan took out his gun.

The precise three-point shot hit Ghosting's head, shooting three holes out of Ghosting's head.

However, it was of no use, the bullet had no effect, and the hole in Ghost Shadow's head also recovered.

He looked at Xi Ruixuan with great interest, as if mocking.

In the trance caused by the lack of oxygen, the feeling from the phantom limb became more and more intense, and that strong feeling reached a certain critical value.

Then, it broke through that critical value.

"You fucking, let me go!" Qin Anyi roared in her heart.

He fell from the air, and the ghostly hand on his neck sank into his body.

Ghost Shadow's hand seemed to be severed, but Qin Anyi's left hand was still trying to break off the fingers on his neck.

"Huh?" Qin Anyi felt the presence of his right hand, and could even feel the tension of making a fist.

His phantom limb doesn't seem to be that simple.

It has nothing to do with the text, a little after-reading of "Cyberpunk: Edgewalker" (the following content involves spoilers)

[David Martinez: Vodka in a bullet glass with ice and a little Coca-Cola. "Great life, glorious death."]

There has never been a living legend in Night City, and only those who become legends after death can name the exclusive wine.

David Martinez is a legend in Night City, has risen to fame as a legend in the mercenary world?Or is it the legend of climbing to the top of Arasaka Tower?This is a matter of opinion.

But David himself is like an empty shell that only lives for others. Because of his mother’s last wish, he climbed to the top of Arasaka Tower at the end of the story in a state of being on the verge of normality and cyberpsychosis. Because of Mann's last wish, he continued to "run down" and became a runner.

Let’s leave the classic Riddler link between men and women for now. After all, according to my brother’s words, David is a male protagonist who is more confused than Shinji, so let’s leave the Riddler link for the time being, because the blood pressure will easily rise.

The world view of Cyberpunk 2077 is not only filled with concepts such as "high technology, low life". After all, it can be seen from the beginning that David Martinez's family is poor, and this kind of poor family can be used in his living environment. Seen in the area, homeless people can be seen everywhere, doing all kinds of behaviors that will be coded,

In a sense, no, it should be said that in all senses, the cyberpunk worldview is filled with a kind of despair, whether it is cyberpunk 2077 or blade runner (bladerunner). (According to my brother, the runner may be a tribute to Blade Runner from Edge Walker.)

Only in the game is there a sliver of hope. The sliver of hope in the game lies in blowing up the Arasaka Tower, but after blowing up an Arasaka Tower, there will be a new Arasaka Tower. Therefore, the sliver of hope in the game lies in the fact that V and The two lovers died happily.

So resistance is one of the melodies of cyberpunk.

But the ending of the rebellion is not so good, because the Arasaka Tower always exists and will continue, and the rebellion will never end.

Ordinary people have always struggled, and so does the cyberpunk world, or even worse,

Arasaka Tower, as an oligarchic company in Night City, puts profit first, the company's interests first, and personal interests second. Some people sharpen their heads and want to enter Arasaka Tower and become a company dog. Perhaps the reason may be such a company. It's one hand covering the sky.

Because the sky is covered with one hand, I want to enter, climb to the top, and become a master.

Because it covers the sky with one hand, Arasaka Tower established the order rules of Night City,

But under such a set of order rules, ordinary people can only struggle,

Be careful of cyber mental illness, you have to experience the struggle of food and clothing, you must also pay attention to insufficient payment, and you must not get involved in venting anger and internal fighting between gangs.

After all, people without "medical insurance" will not be rescued even if they are seriously injured and dying, but VIP customers will arrive at the first time.

Not so ubiquitous cyberpsychosis will kill people in the street, even experienced runners will be recruited; companies that cover the sky with only one hand do not value human life, and even the people only value benefits, so the middleman will choose runners as The stepping stone to enter the high-rise of Arasaka Tower; there are runners who block guns for their companions (lover), and runners who feel tired due to cyber psychosis. The partner runners who live and die together will also betray, and the plot of the runner's useless counterattack will also take a turn for the worse. ,

therefore,