Chapter 6 He's just a moron...
After hesitating for a few seconds, Ling Qiu quickly began to dig up Ron's information: Ron, 24 years old, 182 cm tall, a street gang leader in District C, and a sworn enemy of Hank, the police chief in District F. He has committed robbery, taken hostages, and fighting is a daily occurrence for him. He makes a living by taking on some missions at transit stations. People who know him say that he is very loyal.
It's clear he's very popular. A guy online posted a message mocking Ron for being a sperm-less man, and he got attacked with over a thousand messages.
Ling Qiu: "..."
She didn't see any information about hacking on Ron's resume, so where did that strange message that just popped up come from?
Wasn't it Ron who posted it? Did she misunderstand?
In an instant, a strange figure flashed into Ling Qiu's mind...
She paused, closed her laptop expressionlessly, and turned to choose an outfit to wear for their meeting tomorrow.
Noah Company is undoubtedly located in the very center of Mante City, the most prosperous area, which is also a frequent site of incidents. Although there are not as many riots and disturbances now, it is still best for her, as a free person, to take precautions.
Ling Qiu rummaged through her wardrobe, picking out a thin black bulletproof vest and a dark red hooded T-shirt. These things were fireproof, and functional clothing like this was more expensive than ordinary clothes. Cheap items were consumed quickly and their quality was questionable. She only bought top-quality items. All the money she had saved over the years was only enough to buy these two pieces of equipment.
After choosing her clothes, Ling Qiu held them up to herself in the mirror. Most of the clothes in her closet were dark-colored and had similar styles, such as hoodies or T-shirts, focusing on comfort and easy matching, as any two pieces could be worn together.
Lululan has many beautiful clothes; she loves colors, and every time she makes a phone call, she sees her new clothes.
To be honest, Ling Qiu envied Lululan. She envied most people in Mante City, who could freely change their prosthetic bodies, live in the chaotic city, and lead colorful and exciting lives every day. But she was different.
She had to hide wherever she went, and she would plan ahead to see if any unexpected things would happen at the places she was going to. She didn't dare to make many friends, for fear that others had ulterior motives, and also for fear that she wouldn't be able to get along with others.
Who would want to have a useless free agent by their side?
Freemen, outside of the slums, are at the very bottom of the social ladder in Mante City. While those who have fallen into the slums may have a chance to rise again, freemen will never have that chance.
Freemen have a severe rejection reaction to prosthetics. For others, installing prosthetics is commonplace, but for freemen, it is fatal. Due to the rejection reaction, they cannot access the latest information, cannot detect sudden riots, cannot develop a better physique, and their reactions and speed are not up to par. They are the weak in the law of the jungle.
If someone tries to force the installation, they won't even be able to endure the entire surgery and will die.
Ling Qiu remembered that she had once accepted a commission from a freelancer who wanted to have a prosthetic lung installed in the city center. He asked her to hack into the prosthetic doctor's surveillance system to keep an eye on whether the people had left him anything missing or taken anything away.
After hearing his words, Ling Qiu did the procedure for him for free. Unfortunately, just three minutes after the prosthetic lung entered his body, he experienced a severe rejection reaction. He trembled uncontrollably, and various vital signs spiked and then plummeted.
He died before the doctors could even remove the prosthetic lung.
Ling Qiu's skin in the mirror was delicate, with an oval face, but her complexion was unhealthy and pale from spending so much time indoors.
In reality, due to severe air pollution in Mante City, sunlight cannot reach the earth's surface, and the weather consists of only two types of days: dusk and night.
Rich people go directly to sunbathe, which costs 1200 Mandarin dollars per session, which is still a bit of a luxury for Ling Qiu.
Her hair was jet black, long and straight, almost reaching her back.
Ling Qiu is used to having her hair cut short. Sometimes she cuts it herself, but her skills are terrible. Most of the time, she goes to the hair salon downstairs. The owner of the hair salon is a fashionable woman in her thirties. She is very kind and doesn't chat about anything else during haircuts. Ling Qiu likes to patronize this salon.
Just then, a blue screen rushed in front of Ling Qiu, blocking her view of the mirror.
The message still only said one sentence: "You'd look great with long hair, so maybe you shouldn't go to the hair salon next month?"
In an instant, a chill ran down Ling Qiu's spine.
If the leak of her chat history with others could be explained by the other party hacking her communication account, then how do you explain this new message?
That person was monitoring her; he even knew what she was doing in real time, and how did he know she was going to the hair salon?
Who could it be?
Could it be...him?
Ling Qiu looked thoughtful; things were starting to get interesting.
She picked up a pervert from outside, and he's relentlessly pursuing her.
Ling Qiu acted as if nothing had happened, casually brushing aside the blue light screen in front of him, as if he was completely unaffected by these things.
As she looked in the mirror, she pondered Amber's intentions.
From that alley onwards, he insisted on following her, as if he was waiting for her on purpose. Perhaps his visit to her house was part of his plan.
Did they install some kind of surveillance equipment in her house that she couldn't detect?
What is this person's purpose? Ling Qiu couldn't figure it out.
To get revenge on her? To hate her? To be disgusted by her?
Was he one of her former clients?
Ling Qiu quickly searched her mind for the clients she had offended in the past, but couldn't find a single target among them.
Ling Qiu was still very kind in her dealings. Although they had a grudge, it wasn't to the extent that the other party would deliberately wait for her on her way home.
Who is that person?
He just followed her home. She cut off his feet and he didn't resist at all. That's not the reaction a normal person should have, is it? What if she had been even more ruthless and killed him outright?
She had already stabbed him twice with a knife, did Anbot still think she was a harmless and kind person?
Unless, he's not afraid of death.
Ling Qiu recalled that when she cut off Anbot's feet, he didn't shed a single drop of blood, which made her even more certain of this.
He might not be afraid of death at all.
The knocking sounded abruptly, and the dull thumping brought Ling Qiu back to her senses. She was surprised because no one ever knocked on her door.
Ling Qiu went outside the room and pressed her fingerprint in a groove on the door. The image outside appeared in front of her.
Facing her was a tall, thin, middle-aged man with unfocused eyes and balding hair.
He seems to be in a mentally unstable state, like...
After knocking twice without response, the man knocked a third time, yelling, "Come out here, you bitch! I know you're in there! Get out here and take your pants off!"
Upon hearing this, Ling Qiu dismissed the idea that the man outside might be related to Anbote.
Although she wasn't familiar with Anbote, she was inexplicably certain that Anbote wouldn't say such a thing.
Ling Qiu suddenly chuckled softly, pulled open the door, and stared intently at the man outside.
"Who are you looking for?" she asked.
The man frowned as he looked at her, sized her up, and muttered in confusion, "Why the change?"
Ling Qiu heard his words and thought that this man must have come to the wrong person.
However, the man did not leave. Instead, he looked her over with an unfriendly and staring gaze, and chuckled, "East Asian girls, I like them too."
"Bastard Han." At the same time, a woman's voice rang out from behind the man.
"You're next, hurry up and come over, don't delay my money-making." A sexy Latina woman wearing a pink tank top appeared. It was Carlisle, who lived on the second floor. The tank top she was wearing could barely contain her ample bosom.
Ling Qiu watched silently as the man called Bald Han turned around. He seemed to be hesitating, or rather... choosing, his gaze lingering between Ling Qiu and Carlisle. After a moment, he made his decision.
Bald-headed Han glanced at Ling Qiu a few times with regret, then turned and walked towards Carlisle.
Ling Qiu touched his wrist. Carlisle was a prostitute, and her business was booming in this area, but...
"Hey," Ling Qiu called out, stopping her. "Could you please keep an eye on your guests? It's annoying."
Carlisle looked somewhat surprised, as if she hadn't expected Ling Qiu to take the initiative to talk to her.
She smiled dismissively at Ling Qiu: "None of your business."
Then she secretly made the number 2 with one hand to Ling Qiu, which meant she was asking for help.
She entertained clients in her own home. As far as Ling Qiu knew, Carlisle used to be a company employee. Because of her outstanding appearance, she was always harassed by her male superiors. Later, she was even falsely accused of seducing her superiors and getting promoted through nepotism.
After being ousted from the company, Carlisle had no means of support. Without this job, she would be relegated to the slums, where things might be even worse.
Nobody wants a prostitute in their apartment building. Everyone opposed Carlisle moving in, including Wang Zheng, who was usually very kind and lived on the third floor.
Seeing the wounds all over her body, and noticing no prosthetic structure at first glance, Ling Qiu asked, "Are you a free person?"
Carlisle shook his head and told her, "My assets have been wiped out. I only have enough money to fill one lung, and now, to entertain clients, I've also installed a Pusey."
Ling Qiu was shocked that even a place like this had prosthetic bodies. It was Carlisle who told her, "There's nothing strange about it. Many men get oversized prosthetic bodies."
Carlisle’s anonymous deportation vote failed because the opposition rate was not 100%.
Later, Ling Qiu visited her home and installed a projector in her house.
And right now, Ling Qiu is connected to this projection device.
In the scene, Carlisle and Bald Han entered the room. Carlisle excused herself to take a shower, gave Bald Han a charming smile, and then glanced at the camera before entering the bathroom.
Aromatherapy was lit in the room. Five minutes later, Bald Han's eyes were glazed over, and the bathroom door opened, revealing "Carlisle" dressed in sexy lingerie...
Such scenes played out frequently, and Ling Qiu was already quite adept at it. She only needed to move her fingers to collect 30 Mandollars from Carlisle.
The room was filled with hallucinogens. Ling Qiu's manipulation of holographic projections was unparalleled. The images she created were extremely realistic, indistinguishable from real people standing in front of her. Moreover, she could create a realistic tactile sensation through airflow.
Bald Han was completely absorbed in the moment; he thought he was having a wild time with Carlisle.
"Why not turn away this kind of customer?" Ling Qiu chatted with Carlisle remotely.
Carlisle sat to the side, looking troubled, and said, "Don't let his appearance fool you. He works for a man named Hank, someone I can't afford to offend."
Ling Qiu raised an eyebrow: "F District's [illegible] Hank?"
Carlisle asked in surprise, "You know him?"
Ling Qiu fell silent. Wasn't that Ron's mortal enemy?
In the brief silence, Carlisle glanced at the bald-headed Han, who was completely oblivious to the world, touched his mouth, and said, "Ling Qiu, I have a question for you."
"You said... if I increase the dosage of hallucinogens, could I... take on more patients at once and make money at the same time?"
Carlisle did not receive a response from Ling Qiu after he finished speaking.
She quickly laughed it off: "Oh, I was just daydreaming, how could that be..."
“You have a great idea, this is indeed a new challenge!” Ling Qiu’s voice sounded somewhat excited. “However, I want to raise the price.”
Carlisle paused, then laughed: "How about I give you ten times the current amount each time?"
Carlisle's earnings each time ranged from 1,000 to 2,000, a figure Ling Qiu found reasonable.
"Make sure to schedule them at different times," Ling Qiu instructed.
"Don't worry!" Carlisle cheered. It seemed she would soon be able to live a wealthy life and get back on her feet!
After dealing with Carlisle's matter, it was almost time, so Ling Qiu turned off the lights early and prepared to go to sleep.
However, just as she was about to close her eyes, a flash of blue light appeared before her eyes, and another message popped up.
"You're not really planning to go see that pathetic, lifeless wretch, are you?"
Ling Qiu found the repeated news somewhat amusing.
She closed her eyes and pondered for a second.
From the very beginning, that guy seemed unable to speak, babbling incoherently. So, my guess is that he couldn't speak at all.
So why didn't he message her from the beginning? Second guess: he was still learning this skill and wasn't proficient yet, otherwise he wouldn't have been messaging her so infrequently; he probably would have bombarded her with messages long ago.
As for why he was clinging to her? My third guess is that he's just a brain-dead pervert.
Since that's the case...
Ling Qiu opened her eyes, her slender fingers flying across the keyboard as she typed out a line of text and clicked send.
Ling Qiu: 88C45^ ^
A note from the author:
Male lead: ? What do you mean? Huh? ? ?
Ling Qiu: Hehe, guess, you'll never figure it out even if you die.
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