The Daily Life Of A Cyberpunk Magician

Chapter 145 - 131 Unheard - Name 4_2
Chapter 145: Chapter 131 Unheard Chapter Name 4_2He put on gloves, picked up the gun that the Make-up Artist had dropped on the ground earlier, looked it over, and saw that it was a sleek, small lady’s handgun, but it had a very different design from the Sekleus III he had seen earlier. It was longer, with more edges, and looked more lethal—not like a product of the same group.

He pressed the muzzle against the Make-up Artist’s forehead and then backed away slightly, pulling the trigger.

”Bang—” The crisp sound of the gun, like a stapler, followed, and a small black hole appeared in the Make-up Artist’s forehead, with dark blood flowing out from under the back of her head.

Compared to being shot in the heart, being shot in the head like this, the Make-up Artist would only experience a moment of discomfort. Such a death would not bring her too much pain.

This was also something an old forensic doctor in the prison had mentioned in passing during a conversation, that if shot in the heart, the first half-minute wouldn’t feel much, but the next ten minutes would be incredibly painful.

Jiang Shu considered himself a good person, so he chose to help her die humanely.

Uh, as for putting her to use...

This Make-up Artist had already developed a killer instinct, it seemed she had done many tasks for the Mechanical Disciples and had killed quite a few people—it would be difficult to train her back to her previous state.

Both troublesome and uninteresting.

And Jiang Shu hated trouble.

—

Shanqi Street...

Was a very strange street.

Located in Sector F, it represented the street culture of Thirteen District, hence street culture was everywhere, such as bold and avant-garde graffiti.

But what Jiang Shu found strange was that the graffiti on Shanqi Street was monotonous.

Not exactly monotonous, but all the graffiti centralised around the same pattern.

A regular hexagram, with a simple sketch of an eye in the middle hexagon, just a few strokes, but those few strokes profoundly and indifferently captured the gaze.

Almost every distance he walked, such graffiti would appear in front of Jiang Shu in various forms—on dirty walls, lampposts, bus station signs, and even many LED lights featured these eyes.

”The Eye of Taigong...” Jiang Shu finally saw the name of these eyes next to a piece of graffiti.

He looked over at Ding, who was slowly flying beside him, and asked, ”What is this?”

Ding: The Eye of Taigong.

Jiang Shu: ”...”

”Stop talking nonsense.” He glared at Ding.

Ding: The new power of Shanqi Street, ”Taigong,” according to internal information, has already taken actual control of Shanqi Street and renamed it ”Taigong Street.”

”So that’s it.” Jiang Shu stroked his chin, ”This Thirteen District really is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, just as Mechanical Disciples leave, someone else manages to take over the whole area, they are really capable.”

Ding: Thank you.

Of course, Ding sent this barrage of messages slightly turned away and didn’t let Jiang Shu see it.

It clearly knew that with Jiang Shu’s understanding and his ability to infer, he would definitely discover something and then a harsh interrogation would reveal—

That Taigong was actually myself...

Terrifying.

Ding shrank its non-existent neck.

Besides these omnipresent Eyes of Taigong, Jiang Shu also noticed that many people in the street seemed to be wearing masks.

”Why are they wearing masks?” Jiang Shu directly asked Ding beside him, ”Is it a trait of this district, or is it for some other reason?”

Ding: After the deeds of Deception Group spread, all the major sectors of the EF areas have imitated Deception Group members wearing masks, and quite a few people wear masks identical to those of Deception Group members.

Ding: It’s said that this can interfere with the police, making it harder for the police to track the whereabouts of the people from Deception Group from the masks alone.

”That’s interesting.” Jiang Shu nodded, he had to admit, the acts of the fox and its team suited the values of these rebellious and unruly street kids of the EF District.

And from another perspective, he also appreciated the way Deception Group handled things—precise and without harming the innocent.

Even though their actions would definitely induce some copycat crimes, and those imitators might not be able to control themselves from harming civilians.

People wearing masks walked sparsely along Shanqi Street, which also made it easy for Jiang Shu to mask his identity, he just needed to wear a mask, and it didn’t make him look too special.

He went back into the courier station and shipped back all the drugs he had obtained from the medical research center to Black Currant.

The perfect poison, TQ III, he brought a set of that, and other research findings he had also saved samples of, and the lab documents were also backed up by Ding.

Other than TQ III, however, the drugs studied here were mostly of no real use, such as an efficient hair removal cream, but it would corrode the skin; a pig feed with rapid weight gain effects, but it would cause the pigs to die suddenly; and a medicine for treating childhood Paralysis, but it had a side effect of causing Alzheimer’s disease...

These things...

Were outrageous, basically all bizarre drugs, but Jiang Shu carefully packed them all, never knowing when they might come in handy.

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The night had fallen completely, and yet the city seemed as if it had just awakened, bursting with more joy than during the day.

On the second floor of the cafe, Jiang Shu sat alone by the window, facing a bar, and his gaze alternated continually between the coffee and the entrance of the bar, watching young men and women entering the bar together, and also watching them supporting each other as they staggered out of the bar.