Chapter 2 Chapter 2 The Goddess of Destiny Comes...Run away

I eat out most of my meals.Apart from the fact that there are some of the best restaurants in the universe in Night City, the main reason is that I don't have the talent, time, or interest to cook for myself.Of course, when necessary, I still throw things in the microwave and heat them until they sizzle.In addition, I am used to eating alone, because since the money is spent, of course I have to concentrate on enjoying the delicious food.Today, however, I have an appointment for dinner with my young secretary, Kathy Barrett.I agreed to eat with her simply because she called me from her office to order me to do so.I am not qualified to participate in any opinion on matters that Casey decides.I have already accepted my fate on this point.

Whenever Kathy insisted that I come out for dinner and talk, it was usually a sign of big trouble.The so-called big trouble is definitely not an ordinary trouble, but a super trouble that is unexpected and extremely difficult.I headed uptown to Restaurant Row as I wondered what the heck I've been in lately.Uptown is the most stylish place in Nightside, but the residents of Nightside are busy doing tricks every day, and don't care about style at all. There were glowing neon lights everywhere, reflecting dimly on the wet sidewalks, and saxophone and bass beats blared from the many nightclubs that never closed.And since dawn never falls on the Nightside, there's no need to stop the drinking, singing, and dancing nightlife; as long as you've got money in your pocket, or your soul isn't sold out.

As far as I know, there shouldn't be any particular trouble at the moment.All the cases have come to an end and have been handled cleanly without leaving any traces.The office is also in good order under Casey's management, nothing should go wrong, unless our phone is possessed by Kande's demon again!Thinking about it makes me angry, those so-called high-tech exorcists are really expensive.Maybe someone from the Internal Revenue Service came to check the tax again?Oh, yes, the residents of Nightside pay taxes, although we don't know who the taxes are paid to... There are still small pools of water on the sidewalk due to the heavy rain just now, but the night sky has become extremely clear, and the rain has passed and the sky is blue.Thousands of stars are twinkling in the sky, and the moon, which is more than ten times larger than the normal world, also reflects the bright light.No one knows why the moon in Nightside is so big, and maybe someone knows, but they just don't want to make it known to the world.After all, Nightside is a place full of mysteries and puzzles.As usual, the streets were full of men and women, neither, nor both, who had come to the Nightside with private purposes, driven by lust or curiosity.Here, people can buy and sell anything, especially things that are not allowed by worldly eyes.Generally speaking, selling your soul is the only price you can buy or sell for such things, whether it's your own or someone else's.But of course, since you have already come, you should have this kind of psychological preparation.All kinds of temptations and services come from the buildings along the road. More traditional people can also find the vulgar and beautiful Aurora Goddess on the street to buy and sell love, at least, you can rent love.The traffic is never-ending, and vehicles rarely even slow down.People are known to stay out of driveways because what looks like a car doesn't mean it's really a car.

When I finally arrived at my destination, I was surprised to find that Kathy was already waiting.She screamed and jumped and waved at me as if I might lose sight of her.No matter where, Casey is always the focus of attention.She is seventeen years old, a slim, stylish blonde, wearing a cutie and miniskirt, white boots and a white flat hat.This has been her whole style ever since my old partner Suzie Shotgun introduced her to the series.Kathy kissed me lightly on the cheek, then put her arm around me and smiled happily. "Where do you want to go for dinner?" I asked with a resigned smile. "It must be a super expensive place. Do you want to go to the 'Legs Dream Restaurant' where you can eat everything? Or go to 'Wonka's Wonder House' for mixed chocolate? No? You have changed. There is a new one called 'Elizabeth' on the corner. Big Times' of…”

Kathy grimaced. "Sounds old-fashioned." "They were good at special meals from Queen Elizabeth I, like puffins. People in that era classified puffins as a type of fish so they could be eaten during religious fasting days." "But... puffins are not fish! They have beaks and wings!" "Since the European Union can classify carrots as a fruit just because the Spaniards use carrots to make jam, puffins can certainly be regarded as fish. People in the Elizabethan era still ate hedgehogs, as long as they did not use them as combs; they They also eat newborn rabbits."

"It's disgusting," Kathy said. "No, I've already decided where to go." "It's rare." "I'm going to 'Rick's Fantasy Restaurant'. You know what? That restaurant uses meat from extinct or fantasy creatures. They were featured in the Lifestyle section of the Nightside Times last week, and they were highly rated. I know it's a tough place to get in, but you've got a way. You can get in and out of anything." "If only that were the case," I said. "Come with me, you extravagant brat." I led her to the end of the street, let her hook my arm, and babbled on non-essential topics along the way.Apparently the bad news she brought today was too bad to mention without first having a good meal.I sighed silently and touched the unicorn brooch pinned to the collar of my coat.The brooch made of unicorn horn is a good thing specially used to test whether there is poison in the food.

The entrance to Rick's Fantasy is a plain green door with a small handwritten sign.This is a store that doesn't need to be advertised, because everyone knows to come here to eat good food.The restaurant's doors are enchanted, and only guests by appointment, celebrities, and Rick's regular customers are allowed in.Seeing that the door opened immediately under my touch, Casey couldn't help showing admiration. We passed through the gate and came to a large clearing in the middle of a jungle.This is a sandy land surrounded by tropical rainforest, with giant trees and vines as far as the eye can see.In the dining room, the view cannot be far as the towering rainforest blocks most of the light and the shade of the trees under the foliage is very dark.Animal sounds came from all directions, including birdsong, lion roars, and occasionally human screams.The air in the central open space is very hot and heavy, as if you are really in the jungle.Maybe it really is, after all, there are so many strange things in the Nightside (no one has ever seen any animals running out of the nearby jungle, and it is generally believed that the animals are afraid that they will be eaten if they come out).

The head waiter watched Kathy and I sprint through the waiting line with a very displeased expression on his face.A few people in the line complained when we passed by, but they were stopped immediately by someone who recognized me.I heard many people whispering my name, as if it was some terrible spell.I stopped in front of the foreman and gave him a "keep out of trouble" look.The foreman was a short and fat man, wearing a very incongruous tuxedo, with a very stern appearance, and he had been constipated for a long time.He obviously wanted to call the bodyguards to kick us out, but his boss was standing nearby.The people in the team booed dissatisfiedly when they saw that I could enjoy this courtesy without a bribe.Rick ignored them, nodded to me, and smiled at Kathy—Kathy was a sweet girl.Rick is in a beautifully handcrafted white tuxedo, a stark contrast to his sophisticated looks.A cigarette is always in the corner of his mouth, and no smoking section is ever considered in his restaurants.

"Why do you know I'm coming every time before I come?" I asked curiously. He smiled slightly: "This is one of the services of our restaurant. Besides, if you open a restaurant in Night City, you must know who is in the restaurant, otherwise it will easily affect the business." "This is my secretary, Kathy." "Whatever you say, John." "No, seriously, she's my secretary." "You always like to eat tender grass." "Listen, before I decide to crepe your clothes, give me a table for two." "Of course, John. No matter how full our dining room is, there's always a table reserved for you."

"Why?" Kathy asked immediately, because that was the kind of story or gossip she liked best.She always thought that being innocent was a charming quality, and I didn't want to disillusion her. "John helped me," Rick explained. "At that time, a piece of dim sum disappeared under very strange circumstances. Later, it was finally found with the help of John. It turned out that the dim sum was a snake shark, and it had become a spirit. It turned into a customer who wanted to Get out of the diner. Every time you think you've seen all the weirdness in Overnighttown, there's always more weirdness to come."

"Why did you want to set up shop in Nightside in the first place?" Kathy asked. He smiled and said, "I came here for the beautiful sunset." "But it's always night here!" "I was tricked." Kathy looked suspiciously at Rick, then at me, knowing there was some private joke lurking in it.But since Rick kindly led us to the only vacant seat in the farthest corner of the lot, she didn't ask any more questions.The nearby guests all bowed their heads to avoid our gaze.Rick helped Kathy pull out the chair, but let me do it myself.Being young and beautiful always has an advantage.There are immaculate sterling silver cutlery and condiment jars that are works of art on white tablecloths, and the handwritten menu is so large that you need to use two hands to read it.After Rick made sure we were seated comfortably, he went on to other things.He has a rule, that is, not to get too familiar with the guests.In fact, even if you come to eat here for a month, you may not see him once, he just likes to maintain such an alienated relationship with customers.Kathy looked mischievously at me over the oversized menu. "There is a seat reserved for you in Rick's restaurant? I really admire it." "It's nothing. You still have to pay when you're full. Rick's not grateful enough to me to eat and drink for nothing." A rococo mahogany hanger stood next to each table, because no customer wanted his coat out of sight, lest it be picked up by the enemy for tricks; paranoia had become a hallmark of Nightside residents for many reasons.I sneakily remove the unicorn brooch from the collar and hang the coat on the hanger.I like to keep it mysterious because it goes a long way toward building a reputation.Casey tossed the beanie nonchalantly on the hanger.I really envy her that she can enjoy life so unscrupulously, because I have never been able to let my guard down for a moment.I sat down on the chair opposite her, and then we studied the menu together intently.The guests at the next table would secretly look at me when I wasn't looking, and some would make the sign of the sign of the cross or exorcism.I thought to myself that if I suddenly jumped up and yelled, I would scare everyone to death, but I was not that bored.Kathy whistled softly and looked at me from the menu again. "What a rich menu, John. Where did he get these ingredients?" "Rick's restaurant is really special, even in Nightside," I said. "As far as I know, this restaurant is the only restaurant in the world that sells meat from fantasy creatures. I also asked him which batch he got, but he only said that he has his own sources. I know he employs professional hunters to hunt rare meat. Animals, whether legal or not, the only condition is that the animals are not delivered alive. Of course, the real problem is finding a chef who can handle these ingredients. You have to be blindfolded to make Gorgon soup, You must also have extraordinary willpower in order not to have a mental breakdown before Moby Mouse." A waiter came to our table.It was a penguin with a mustache and a very proud expression.It looked impatiently at our large menu, and then introduced today's special in a weak voice. "The big octopus is sold out, but we should replenish it soon. The chameleon is not for sale today because it hides too stealthily. Since a guest wanted to eat Bawang's meal last night, today's special is human flesh." Kathy looked at me and said, "Is it a joke?" "I don't think so. Penguins don't have a sense of humor." "Racist guy," the waiter whispered. We pretended not to hear. "Where's the kitchen?" Kathy asked, looking around. "Only Rick knows," I said. "He wouldn't tell, though. I strongly suspect that if we knew what the kitchen looked like, we wouldn't be afraid to eat it." "Did you buy me anything at the auction?" Kathy changed the subject with teenage quickness. "Sorry, no. This is not an ordinary auction. Next time." In order to show that I can also change the subject instantly, I said, "How is your mother?" "Very good," Kathy said, pretending to study the menu intently so as not to meet my eyes. "Successful and rich as ever. She kept me a good job in the company if I wanted to go home, but I didn't want to go back. In fact, the farther the two of us were from each other, the more We can get along happily. As long as we don't see each other, we can also live in peace. Have you found any news about your mother recently?" "No." It was my turn to study the menu. "People who know the inside story won't tell. And there are very few people who have actually seen her and are still alive. Of course, everyone knows that 'Peter with messy hair' knows her, but it's a pity that Peter has gone crazy. My dad even There isn't even a picture of her left. Apparently he burned everything that belonged to her after he found out who she really was." "Do you remember what she looks like?" "No, I don't remember at all, I don't even remember the sound. I should have been four years old when she left. It makes no sense not to remember anything, but I just don't remember. I doubt she...did something to me before she left. Something. Or maybe my father did it after she left. I have nowhere to ask what the truth is." We were silent for a while. "Well," I said at last. "Are you still with that Leo Moon who plays music?" "Of course not." Casey seemed a little trembling. "The beast? I dumped him a long time ago. Self-centered enough to think I should be grateful for his willingness to hang out with me. No one could do that to me. Besides, their band sucks. What's called Goth punk? Sucks! Except, he's really wild in bed...” "I don't need to know that much." I said firmly. "Are you ready to go home, Kathy? I mean back to the real world, back to your real life?" "No. Why? You want to drive me away?" "You know I wouldn't. But you weren't born and bred here, and there's nothing in the Nightside that can tie you down. Unlike the rest of us, you can leave this mental cesspit at any time. You can return to rational London life , at least no one there will try to kill you." "I'm never going back." Kathy put down the menu and looked me in the eye. "I love it here. I spend a lot of time escaping from that rational, normal, boring world that I've never been part of. Nightside is so... vibrant! It's never boring! It's like a never-ending world. The end party, with the best music, the best dancing, and the weirdest people... This place feels like home to me, John. I've been looking for a place like Nightside all my life. I belong here." She smiled sideways, and said again: "It seems that I am a night owl." I smiled and said, "It's just... I'm a little worried about you, Kathy." "I'm worried about you! And I have more reasons to worry than you worry about me!" "So are you ready to tell me why you came to this expensive dinner today?" She took a deep breath, then let it out slowly, looked at me seriously and said, "I want to investigate the case with you. Participate in the whole process from beginning to end like a partner. I have mentioned it many times Now, you are always not allowed to..." "Because you are too young." I tried to say calmly. "Cathy, since I got you out of that house, you've adjusted well to life in Nightside, but you've never taken the world seriously. You haven't developed enough skills to be involved in cases yet. There are a lot of monsters here that can eat people without spitting out their bones. If you are not careful, you will lose your body and soul. The reason why they have not touched you until now is entirely because of me, and my reputation is protecting you. But if you run outside with me, those villains will not be lenient, and may hold you hostage at any time to threaten my life, at least, use you to distract me." "I'm capable of taking care of myself!" Kathy exclaimed. "Yes, you can easily blend into a place where dragons and snakes are mixed, but your experience is not enough to see through whether others have intentions to harm you." "I saw through Leo Moon's intentions!" "Cathy, anyone can see through Leo Morn. I'm talking about the strong ones in Night City, the ones who have the power to dominate. They all like to play with other people's minds. More importantly, you never Killed someone. With me, you're going to have to kill sooner or later, whether it's to save your own life or mine. Do you think you can do it? Seriously?" "I don't know," Casey said. "Of course you don't. Nobody knows if they're capable of killing until they're faced with a life-or-death situation. Killing is a momentous event that changes people's hearts forever. In killing someone else's life, you're killing yourself A part of my heart. I will do my best not to let you experience that feeling. Until then, I will not allow you to actually participate in the case. Because in the actual process of handling a case, even the simplest case may be It turned into an unmanageable situation.” Suddenly, a horde of lemmings scurried out of the kitchen where no one knew where.Groups of lemmings rushed in like fur waves, turning the dining space into a sea of ​​rats.The customers screamed loudly, and all put their feet up immediately.The lemmings climbed onto the tables and chairs, jumped onto the branches, and rampaged with their unique momentum.Kathy and I applaud them. "Look, it's only wearing a parachute! That one looks like a hang glider! Go, little one, go!" It didn't take long for the commotion to stop.The lemmings scattered into the jungle, singing triumphal ballads—something about Rick having only one testicle—and the guests sat back to eat.No one came out of the kitchen to catch lemmings.Lemmings are perpetually on the menu (locust feet with lemmings and lemon curd are delicious) and there's never a shortage of supply as they try to mate every day like there's no tomorrow.In fact, for most lemmings, tomorrow doesn't really exist. Casey and I continued to go back to study the menu, and the big penguin beside us began to stamp impatiently. "Don't order the doo-too," I suggested to Kathy. "It's for tourists. No matter how strong the dipping sauce is this week, it's unpalatable. How about Dapeng fried eggs? One egg is enough for four people. No? Then the sharp-mouthed monster's internal organs are also delicious." Yes, it tastes a lot like egrets, but much tenderer... fire-breathing beasts? Highly-rated mammoths? Then hydra will do, right?" "No." Casey said. "I don't like Greek food." After picking and choosing for a while, we finally ordered a dragon burger (fire-grilled, of course), with a delicious salad, and a smiling cat ice cream for dessert (because this ice cream will disappear automatically after eating, so eat it No amount of it will kill).Not long after ordering, another penguin pushed the dining car and delivered our meal.The penguin has a name tag on its chest that reads, "Hi! My name is... Enrage Tourists!".I believe there must be a prophet in Rick's kitchen.Penguin set the meal, snorted disdainfully, and left.I pulled out my unicorn horn brooch and surreptitiously checked the food in front of Kathy and me for poison. "It's not poisonous," said an arrogant voice in my head. "But it's high in calories and too salty. Aren't you losing weight?" I immediately put the brooch away.I hate talking phantoms, just give them a steady job and they think they're your mom.Kathy and I ate quietly for a while, enjoying the strong flavor of the dragon meat, combined with the subtle conversations of the customers around us, feeling the pleasant dining atmosphere.After the dragon burger and salad became beautiful memories, we leaned back in our chairs contentedly and waited for dessert.Of course the penguins were quick to bring up the desserts, quickly cleared the table of cutlery, and finally dumped the bill on the table (the service charge was not included in the bill because they were too afraid to charge it).After the penguin left, I approached Casey. "One thing you'll always be better than me is being able to keep up with the latest fashions. See that gentleman at that table in the dark blue suit and tie of the old school? What the hell is going on with that guy?" The guy I'm talking about has a hole in his forehead that goes through his head and comes out the back of his head, basically a big hole in his head that you can see through.But I try not to look at it. Casey glanced at the other party, sneered and said, "That's called 'ultimate piercing'. Theoretically, it drills a hole from the forehead to expand the pelvis on the skull, giving the head more room for expansion, and then achieves becoming smarter." The big hole is the result of putting this theory into practice. Personally, I think it’s better to drink the ‘smart potion’. Although the smart potion has no effect at all, at least it won’t hurt so much.” "Really smart people should know not to punch holes in their heads," I said, forcing myself not to look at the man. "I was wondering if the hole would make a sound when the wind blows through it? Or maybe...you can put a thread through it, called mental floss! Help him get rid of the bad ideas that are hard to digest!" Kathy laughed out loud at me and nearly choked on dessert.She drank a large glass of blue wine that came with the restaurant and washed down the ice cream stuck in her throat.The bottle of wine that Rick offered was almost gone, and I didn't take a sip.For Kathy, alcohol is just food.I order a Coke and stick to the original, never compromise with Diet Coke.In retaliation, the waiter secretly put a curled straw on top of the Coke.Hateful thing. At this moment, all the conversations in the restaurant stopped abruptly, and the animals in the jungle also stopped calling. It seemed that the whole world held its breath at that moment.A soft voice sounded all around, like a hug in the breeze, and under the guidance of this pleasant breeze, the Goddess of Fate floated out of the jungle.She was slender and elegant, wearing a fitted silver evening dress, which shone like her eyes in front of everyone.Her facial features are as delicate as an oriental beauty, her long hair flutters behind her, and her lips are as attractive as cherries.She looked up at me with bright eyes, a smile that could die without regret, emerged from the shadows of the jungle like a living dream, and strode towards my seat.All the flowers, plants and trees were either in full bloom at the moment she passed by, or withered on the spot, and some even withered while blooming.Wherever she went, all the utensils turned to gold.A blind man regained his sight because of her arrival, and a man stretched his legs and died of a heart attack on the spot.Suddenly, everyone in Rick's restaurant has an extra apple in their hands. Everyone smiled at the goddess of fate and reached out to touch her, but all failed.Some turned their heads away, others cast magical spells on her.She faced it calmly and ignored those rude actions at all.People looked around, wondering for whom she was coming tonight.The goddess of fortune appears to the luckiest or the unluckiest.Many people have prayed to the goddess of fate, but when she really came, they dared not face it.Finally, she stopped at my desk, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Before I had a chance to speak, a chair appeared out of nowhere, and Fate sat down across from me without ceremony.She smiled at Kathy so dazedly that she could only smile back at her very stupidly.Then Fate left her alone and focused all her attention on me.At this time, I was already nervous to the limit, always paying attention to whether there were any sudden changes in me, Casey and the surrounding environment, but Goddess of Fate seemed not to want to continue to show off the special effects.I don't feel complacent because the most beautiful things often hide the most terrible dangers.I've learned a lot of magic, including some powerful spells that I shouldn't have heard, but those tricks are nothing to Fate.Whenever I am helpless, I can only rely on one mouth.I smiled at her confidently, faced her gaze calmly, and looked forward to being able to tell a way out with my three-inch tongue.At this time, Casey's face suddenly changed, and his body shrank, almost going under the table.She's a woman of the times, knows what a real crisis is, and knows that attracting the eye of the gods usually doesn't end well.I comforted her with my eyes, and then focused on facing the goddess of fate. "I didn't pray to you." I spoke first and said cautiously. "No." Her voice was very soft, but it made my hair stand on end, causing a weird feeling of being scratched by someone's sharp claws. "I came to you on my own initiative, John Taylor. I want to hire you as my representative with full authority to investigate a matter. I want you to help me investigate the origin and purpose of Night City. I want you to find out where it all came from. And how it started, and more importantly, why the Night City exists, and what is the purpose of its existence." I opened my mouth wide in a daze, unable to speak for a while.I've always hoped that one day someone would hire me to investigate the origins of the Nightside, but I never imagined that such a big event would come so suddenly.There must be something wrong here, there has never been such a good thing in the world.For example, why would someone as strong as the Goddess of Fate need to turn to me, a mortal, for help?I bring this up in a super polite tone.Goddess of Destiny smiled at me again, and the two rows of teeth that were like braided shells reflected the golden light, bringing a feeling of being bathed in the warm sunshine. "I wonder why there are so many unmanageable possibilities in Nightside. Why so many unlikely things, good or bad, happen here. Is it because there is some kind of curse in Nightside ? If so, who cast the curse, and for what purpose? I want to know these answers. If I can understand the origin of Nightside, maybe I can control the fate here more easily, after all, my character is originally As it should be." I looked at her silently and thought about what she said.The goddess of fate in front of her is a passer-by in the material world, an incarnation of concepts and ideals condensed.She has immense power, but is confined to the role she represents.Normally, she wouldn't be physically present at all, but this was the Nightside after all.Like other dominant powers, she always appears with a purpose, and her personality is known for being extremely mercurial. "I'm not the first person you've come to, am I?" I finally asked. "Of course not. Over hundreds of years, many people have helped me investigate this matter, but all of them have failed. At least, no one has ever been able to come back to me to report their findings. However, I am not a person who likes to give up by nature. God, so I have been looking for someone who is willing to help me..." "Fool?" I answered. She smiled at me again. "But you are different, John Taylor. I expect a lot from you. After all, you can find it all, can't you?" I thought about the whole thing from all sides, and let the goddess of fate wait in front of me.Whenever something too good to be true happens, it usually means it's not true; especially in a place like Nightside.The goddess of fate sat patiently on the chair, as lazy as a cat lying in the sun.Casey pushed the chair back secretly, almost joining the table next door.From the look on her face, it was clear she didn't want me to have anything to do with this case or this client.But if I didn't even dare to take that risk, then I shouldn't have come back to Nightside in the first place.I nodded slowly, and then pretended to be confident. "Only a handful of people know about the origin of the Night City, but they never mention it. Knowledge is power. Besides, these people... are powerful men with dominant power, as powerful as you, even Scarier than you. They will never be polite to me." "You have never flinched from this." Fate said softly. "That's right." I said. "But I still have to ask, if you want to know the answer so much, why don't you look it up yourself?" The Goddess of Fate understood my doubts, nodded and said: "Actually, I don't interfere with the affairs of the material world as often as people think, because everything in the world has its own reasons for its operation. My role needs to remain...mysterious and not too ostentatious .So I like to stand at a great distance and use... ignorant little people to help me manipulate my destiny." "You mean 'little people who can be sacrificed.'" "The same can be said." I frowned. "I've heard Walker say this many times. Is there any special reason why you chose me?" "Because you didn't destroy the Chaos Butterfly, and you didn't try to control it for your own selfish purposes. You set it free." "Good intentions are not rewarded." I said. "How much does it cost to employ you?" asked Fate. "What will it cost you to take this case?" "How much do you plan to pay?" She suddenly smiled like a cat seeing a mouse, and said: "I can offer you something more valuable than gold, silver and jewels, John Taylor. I know who your mother is. As long as you help me find out the origin of Nightside, I'll tell you everything." I leaned against the table, my expression became ugly on the spot, and my voice was extremely cold. "Tell me. Tell me now." "I'm sorry." The goddess of fate said indifferently. "There is nothing in the world that you can get something for nothing." "I have a way to force you to say it," I said. When the people at the next table heard this, they all stood up and hid aside.Kathy seemed to want to run too, but out of loyalty to me, she stayed where she was.The goddess of fate looked at me and smiled slightly. "You won't push me, John Taylor. Because you're as confined to your role as I am." I suddenly felt tired and leaned back on the back of the chair weakly.Kathy looked at me with displeasure. "You're going to take this case, aren't you?" "I have no choice. I share her desire to learn about the origins of the Nightside." Casey glared at Goddess of Destiny and said, "At least when John does things for you, you can bring him some good luck, right? That's what you should do." "If I openly help John Taylor," said Fate. "And my kind would come out against him. You don't want that, John?" "No, absolutely not," I said. "You guys are too powerful and weird, even for Night City. But... I should be able to claim that I am doing things for you, right? Saying this will increase my authority and make it easier for some troublesome people to mix in." place." "As long as you like." Goddess of Fate said. "But I cannot and will not be directly involved in your investigative process." I smiled slantingly: "The other party doesn't need to know this." "Then it's settled." After the goddess of fate finished speaking, she stood up gracefully and bowed slightly in front of me. "Don't lose your life." With a crackling sound, the goddess of fate disappeared immediately, leaving a clear fountain on the ground.I don't think Rick would care.According to my understanding of him, he will probably hype this fountain as a selling point.The onlookers finally breathed a sigh of relief until then, and they all sat back in their original seats.Gradually, there were voices of low-volume conversations coming from all around, and countless eyes looked at me.有些人开始将变成黄金的餐具收到皮包里，不过很快就被企鹅们制止了。餐厅里发生的大小事情都逃不过瑞克的目光。 “我决定……这个案子还是不陪你去了。”凯西道。“我突然想起办公室里有些紧急档案还没归档，我想我该先回去了。” "I understand." I said. “说真的，你不会打算一个人去查吧，是不是？这件案子不是一个人可以搞定的，你需要强大火力的支持才行。要找苏西·休特？死亡男孩？还是剃刀艾迪？” 我摇头：“都是一时之选。只可惜霰弹苏西还在追查屠夫大猪的下落，短时间内不会有空；死亡男孩最近跟一名北欧女战士爱得死去活来，大概也不会想蹚这场浑水；至于刮胡刀之神则是忙着在诸神之街干一桩不可告人的勾当，虽然我不知道是什么事情，不过一定很恐怖，因为有不少神祇已经逃离诸神之街了。不，像这样的案子，我应该要找其他人来搭档才对。我想我会先找'疯子'，然后可能再去找'罪人'一起去吧。” “我觉得你直接对着脑袋开一枪还比较快。”凯西说。