My Cyber Psychosis is Task Prompt-Chapter 299 - 170: In the Corners of the City

But thinking about it...

She had all sorts of luxury cars in her garage, and a cinema-grade rendering machine at home. Ultimately, he didn't ask. Perhaps everyone has different spending habits.

John had already sent a message by the time he got on the elevator.

Whoosh.

The metal sliding door opened early.

A fragrant breeze, mixed with the smell of alcohol, rushed out from the room.

Angelica hadn't turned on the lights, relying on the bizarre lights of the city outside to illuminate the corners of the room—she was wearing a cooling Stealth Suit, sitting barefoot and cross-legged on a huge curved sofa.

On the table was "pure" brandy.

It was a factory-origin drink without added stimulants or industrial treatment. Ryan once said this stuff could only be imported from Europe.

"Are you drunk, or just high..."

John entered the sunken living room, waving his hand, trying to gauge her mental state.

"Come in and chat."

Angelica lifted her hair, revealing a virtual headband on her neck. An unlocking symbol lit up on the table—it was the spare machine used the first time John was brought here.

[Device: Fallen Network Ap version player (hacked)]

The ceiling machine in the living room erupted with a flash.

The moment before John's consciousness plunged into darkness, he seemed to feel Angelica collapse onto him.

"Hiss—so cold!"

John and Angelica sat around in an icehouse, light coming from a lantern hanging above their heads. In front of them was a hole, next to it were fishing rods and heating equipment.

A travel bag lay beside the thick plush blanket.

Angelica, also wrapped up snugly, gently shook a bottle of alcohol she took from her coat.

She seemed more lucid inside the deep diving equipment.

"It never snows in Eden City, I can only get a kick from the virtual chip..."

The equipment Angelica was using was particularly advanced. At this moment the two had replaced the characters' appearances in the chips, experiencing the story immersively—after staying for another half an hour, a fish would be caught through the ice hole, later roasted on the spot with the help of a carbon stove, enjoying a special lunch.

"In a bad mood?"

"I want to leave here, go to a primeval forest or ice-capped tundra, to touch soil without radiation, protect a lighthouse on an untouched island..."

Angelica waved her fingers as she spoke.

Black Light had already infiltrated the equipment, so John could also see—virtual images flashed between her flying fingers, probably various Super Sensing Chips loaded in advance.

"You want to travel?"

"No, John, it's an escape."

Angelica picked up the alcohol, in the semi-immersive mode, her actual arm smoothly grabbed the bottle next to her, and drank the strong liquor in sync with the character in the story.

"Who's chasing you?"

John strained his imagination to follow her thoughts.

Angelica didn't say anything, glancing sideways at him, showing a mischievous smile, as if the previous gloom was all an act.

She adjusted the settings with a wave of her arm.

The windproof lantern was extinguished.

The gap at the top of the icehouse vanished, the sky scene data spliced onto the ceiling, looking up, there it was—the aurora stretched across the night sky, its tails drifting into the distance, a deep blue filter shrouding the thick carpet and surrounding walls.

"Damn, this thing is truly spectacular... huh?"

John tilted his neck, mouth agape.

Angelica suddenly approached him, the warmth from beneath the plush blanket and its softness enveloped him, her dry lips and tongue were moistened, with a whiff of brandy.

Her blonde hair indistinct in the night, blocking the aurora.

The heartbeat gradually became more turbulent than the water flow under the ice layer, the distant light bands in the sky occasionally obscured by bodies.

John felt the scorching heat and determination, as if an oppressive emotion was spinning out of control, not progressing step by step, more like pure animalistic roars vented against each other...

The aurora rose like beach sands, exploding into a sky full of stars.

Not sure whose mood it resembled.