The 'cozy' daily work life of a witch lady in a cyberpunk interstellar era, occasionally also a passionate epic.
She is a timid girl growing up in a cyberpunk city.
She is a cry...
Chapter 437 The "Z" Group
The night deepened, and the floor of the street emitted a changing colorful halo, illuminating the bustling commercial district.
Although the good children had already gone to bed, many professionals in large companies had just got off work. They untied their uncomfortable ties, took off their suits made of high-end fabrics, boarded the streamlined hovercraft, shuttled between neon lights and high-rise buildings, and enjoyed the evening breeze, while thinking about where to go to relieve stress and relax tonight.
The whistling hovercraft flashed past the car, bringing with it a shrill sound and a long colorful tail, which caused some hovercraft drivers to curse.
However, these had nothing to do with the dim streets on the ground. Many freight trucks were driving quietly, delivering goods and necessities to various businesses and owners in the city.
Occasionally, the headlights of a large truck passed by, illuminating the girl walking slowly on the street, but soon her figure was immersed in the dark environment again, and it was not so clear.
"Beep-beep--"
the red warning light flashed on and off. The special steel wire mesh next to it surrounded the big pit next to the street. Inside, several engineering self-discipline units were busy repairing the ground and walls. It seemed that the facilities were damaged by the aftermath of the high-level extraordinary not long ago.
The light illuminated the girl's appearance. She didn't look tall, had short silver-gray hair, a slightly empty look in her eyes, and carried a square schoolbag. When the road ahead was blocked by the isolation net, the girl stepped on the guardrail beside her and walked around, with her hands open, as if walking on a balance beam.
There was no lively and innocent jumping movement like a child. In the bright and dim orange-red warning light, her gray hair was also dyed orange-red. She walked calmly, occasionally stopping and jumping to the inside of the road, watching the night trucks whizzing by, and the breeze raised slightly lifted the hair on the side of her face.
After the truck passed, the girl walked back to the railing and stepped on it. Her body occasionally tilted, but she quickly adjusted.
Whether compared to those career elites who are living a life of feasting and revelry, or compared to those enthusiastic college students, this girl seems out of place, like a speck of dust in the corner of the prosperous world, no one cares, and she is silent.
The Central Star Region is rich and prosperous, but this does not mean that everyone lives a good life. The bottom and upper levels of the social structure are like parallel but never touching worlds.
The extravagant consumption of those career elites in one night, and the tens of thousands of drinks ordered casually, may be the annual income of some people.
Similarly, although they are students in the Central Star Region, not all of them are geniuses and have excellent qualifications. There are always some people who need to spend a lot of time and energy in a clumsy way to learn some seemingly simple skills and abilities.
But they still live in this world, and because of their efforts, many elites can free up their hands to do some easy things.
The girl slowly walked through the renovated area and entered the dim street again, but this time, it was not as ordinary and quiet as before.
"Bang--"
The sound of a metal bat falling to the ground, a burst of shouting and cursing came from the alley on the side of the street, and then the sound of chasing and running.
The girl walking at the intersection saw a figure running fast in the alley. She subconsciously wanted to dodge, but it was too late.
The violent collision made her fly up, and then she fell on the street and rolled over. The severe pain and the upheaval made her confused for a while, but then something even more dangerous happened. A fully loaded truck was coming at a high speed in the distance.
Amid the sharp sound of brakes, she only felt the dazzling headlights getting closer and closer, and then the world collapsed.
The last scene in her memory was that she watched herself fly high up, as if she was watching another stranger. The girl fell like a rag doll, and then rolled over and over again without moving.
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I don’t know how long it took, there seemed to be pain in the dark world, which made her consciousness soar again, but at this time, she was no longer on the dim street.
The surroundings were bright medical environment, white quilts and ceilings, infusion tubes on the back of the hand, and ticking medical instruments beside her, all indicating that this was a good hospital.
After groping to sit up, she looked around. Unfortunately, there was only one empty bed in the ward except her.
She was saved, but it was hard for her to be happy, because the medical expenses in the Central Star Region were not cheap at all. She could not afford it at all. I am afraid that she will be in debt for a long time in the future.
Because she woke up, a nurse came over soon, helped her check her body, and then let her continue to lie down to recover.
"Although the bones have been connected, it is not so easy to recover from the damage to the internal organs. You still need to rest for a while before you can be discharged."
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"Are you talking about the medical expenses? Someone has already paid for you."
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"The other party is not very old, a young man wearing a black coat and jacket, and he doesn't talk much."
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"I don't know the contact information, but he will come to see you every few days. You have been in a coma for a week. You also suffered a concussion before, so you slept for a long time."
After answering the girl's questions, the nurse comforted her again and then left the ward. It seems that she is also very busy and doesn't have much time to stay here.
The room returned to silence again. The girl slowly felt her body. She was now 17 years old. It was the holiday after the end of the second year of high school. She would soon be a senior year. Her strength was Sequence 3.
If it were in other star fields, she would be a student with good grades if she advanced to Sequence 3 in the second year of high school, but in the Central Star Field, where famous schools are everywhere and geniuses gather, such qualifications can only be said to be very ordinary and unremarkable.
After learning that she didn't have to worry about medical expenses, she finally felt relieved, and then lay on the bed again and slowly fell asleep.
The next day, the girl saw the young man in a black jacket that the nurse had mentioned. He stood by the bed with his hands in his pockets, watching her wake up.
The eyebrows and hair were completely pigmentless. The young man, who had his head covered in a hood, seemed to have albinism, bloodless, and his eyes were like stone, not agile at all, as if his consciousness was wandering in a very distant place.
"You're awake." He spoke, and his voice was not as bad as he had imagined, but rather very normal.
"Well, who are you?" The girl tried to recall, she had never seen this person before.
"It was the big sister who asked me to save you, just thank her." The young man said something incoherent.
"Who is the big sister?"
The young man did not answer, as if the machine had not entered this command, so he did not answer.
The girl had no choice but to give up when she could not get any words out of her question. She was not the kind of person with a strong curiosity. Ordinary people have different hardships in their lives, and sometimes asking too many questions would hurt others.
In this way, the two people in the room remained silent until the nurse came to change the dressing and ask questions, breaking the silence.
"Here, I'm leaving."
A communication chip was left behind, and the young man followed the nurse and left, leaving the girl alone in the ward.
On the black card was a burning 'Z' symbol, with no other writing. Its color was fluorescent green, and it was particularly eye-catching against the black background, as if the burning symbol was about to jump out.
Do you want to contact?
The girl held the card and slowly made a decision.
(End of this chapter)