One of the great things about walking in Shinjuku is that no one cares who you are.

You can be a conscientious social animal, wearing a suit and tie, hanging on the handrail of a train with a tired face, or you can be a cyberpunk with similar prosthetics up and down, with fluorescent spray on his body and a light-emitting tube on his head like a cockscomb, or a poisonous ghost who has a lot of synthetic alcohols, lying on the side of the street convulsing and foaming at the mouth, or a biker, a guy in a kimono or hanfu or armor or whatever you like.

Nowadays, Shinjuku is full of the feeling that a madman is dreaming, it is a place of feast, a place of pleasure, a home of the degenerate, miserable, poor, and then drunk across the street.

You can smell the smell of freedom to fly anywhere, Li Xingyuan walked in it with a black knife on his back, and no one would look at him twice.

Li Xingyuan may still feel a little uncomfortable when he walks here three years ago, but now Li Xingyuan walks in Shinjuku, and he already has a feeling like a fish in water.

He's here to make some pre-delivery preparations - Christopher's electronic brain is now safely preserved in a black box.

The gray crows are fair in price and conscientious, and the black box they come with is able to isolate most of the signal transmission, no matter what is placed in it, Christopher's electronic brain is in it, as if it is in an electronic cage, unable to send information to the microcomputer association or anyone else.

Li Xingyuan lifted the curtain of a roast bird restaurant on the street and walked in.

"Hey, Lee."

The owner of the yakitori restaurant is an Indian, and he doesn't forget to shake his head when he speaks, and his Japanese accent has a strange curry flavor.

"Where have you made your fortune lately?"

"Roast ten skewers of chicken skin, two skewers of lanterns, and a bottle of Calpis." Li Xingyuan also did not answer the words of the Indian boss: "Send it to the second floor." ”

After agreeing with the twisted tongue of the boss, Li Xingyuan carried the black box and slowly walked up the stairs.

Up to the second floor, there are small rooms with Japanese-style lattice disconnected, which is the private room of this yakitori restaurant, and there are metal nameplates at the door of each small room, some are on, some are not, and the dim light in the room is also, like a lonely lantern in the dark night sky.

Li Xingyuan walked among the countless small rooms and found the one that belonged to him, he used his iris to light up the door number, and the dim light immediately lit up from the small room - Li Xingyuan's name appeared on the door number of the small room.

He pushed open the door panel, the area here is not large, but it is the size of four or five square meters, the floor is covered with tatami mats, there is only a small table in the whole room, there is a retro black computer on the table, and many anti-peep equipment are installed to make it look a little bloated and primitive, Li Xingyuan sat cross-legged on the tatami mat and put the black box aside.

Although on the surface, the 'Bird Palace' is nothing more than a hilarious Japanese-style yakiniku restaurant owned by Indians, in fact, it is a neutral platform for cyber mercenaries to pick up and deliver tasks, and free-working cyber mercenaries can take on all tasks here.

From the task of fixing bugs outsourced by employees of large companies, to helping people secretly track down their husbands who are suspected of cheating. From business espionage, to hijacking the latest products of rival companies, blowing up each other's nuclear power stations, robbing banks, exploring ruins, bodyguards, assassinations...... You can find almost all types of missions here.

Compared to the private armies of the big trusts, big chaebols, and big oligarchs, cyber mercenaries are cheap, cheap, and no matter where they die, they don't give people a second look, which is why they are popular.

After Li Xingyuan crossed over, it was by relying on being a cybermercenary for three years that he finally scraped together the money to buy artificial meridians.

This is also the place where he can calm down in this complicated new Tokyo.

He turned on the computer, checked that he hadn't come here in the past two days, and if there was any new task suitable for him, after the service robot wearing the fat bird logo apron of the palace brought up the skewers he ordered, Li Xingyuan began to enjoy the roast bird.

The Indian boss's craftsmanship is inexplicably good, and the oil of the chicken skin is almost dried over an open flame, which is fragrant and tender, just enough to soothe Li Xingyuan's hungry stomach.

After eating, Li Xingyuan began to close his eyes and settle down.

The light that almost made people epilepsy lit up again, and the sharp electronic music that changed pitch pierced into Li Xingyuan's mind like the most crazy soul rock, and the ultra-low-precision, low-scale images like inferior games filled Li Xingyuan's eyes - he once again entered the inexplicable virtual space in his mind.

He recovered Robert's electronic eye yesterday, and he should have been given a chance to win a lottery.

He chose the lottery now, not in yesterday's unmanned hotel, because he couldn't believe the unmanned hotel - it was unmanned, but if there was no monitoring equipment in any room, it would be hell.

If you draw a small thing, it's fine, but if it's a large thing, it's equivalent to asking yourself for trouble.

Li Xingyuan is not afraid of trouble, but he hates trouble.

Touching the cylinder again, Li Xingyuan entered the lottery space, and the electronic eyes of the prosthetic doctor Dr. Robert Rudolphs changed in the air, and then turned into a streamer and pierced into a cylinder.

Li Xingyuan was still familiar with it, and the cylinder flashed a blue light the moment it was opened.

The electronic murmur sounded again, and a miniature prop like a spider appeared in the blue light, and the hoarse and intermittent electronic voice seemed to introduce the purpose of this prop to Li Xingyuan, but unlike last night when he got the Optimus Hand, Li Xingyuan couldn't understand what it was saying at all.

It seems that the incomparably clear introduction is just an accident, or is it because of the high rarity of the Superhman, so the system in Li Xingyuan's mind has preserved its data safely and completely?

Li Xingyuan shook his head.

Don't think about that yet.

He left the lottery space, and then found that he was holding the prop he had just obtained from the lottery system in his palm—like a spider with a whole ruby in its torso, about the size of Li Xingyuan's fist, and if he looked closely inside the ruby-like body, he could see ripples like liquid fluctuations.

If it is just a guess, then you may not know what this thing is for the rest of your life, Li Xingyuan took out his personal terminal, took a picture of this thing, and then imported it into the computer on the table.

Map recognition starts.