Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 115 93. Remember
"Good morning, Gaius."

"Yo, good morning, David."

By coincidence, Gaius ran into David at the door on his way to school today.

"7:10, Gaius, are you here so early today?"

After David got to know Gaius, he also learned that he arrived at school on time, and was a little curious about why he came so early this morning.

"I have to go to the Ritz Bar in the Kabuki Hall in Watson District tonight. I got up a little early because I have to prepare something."

"The Ritz Bar, is that the Ritz Bar famous for Mewtwo?!"

David had obviously heard of the Ritz Bar mentioned by Gaius, or it would be strange for a Mewtwo enthusiast like him not to know the Ritz Bar, a famous Mewtwo place in Night City.

"That's the place."

"Gaius, are you planning to go over there and customize some special services for the people in the academy? But I remember that no one seems to be asking for special customization now?"

"No."

Gaius took a piece of bread with real butter and stuffed it into his mouth. After chewing and swallowing, he said, "I just have a personal matter and need to go there. But your words remind me, are you free tonight? Do you want to go there to see the newest and most powerful Mewtwo editing? I'll treat you."

"Oh, there's no need to treat me."

David looked at his account, thought for a moment and said, "I thought about transferring money to my mother so that she wouldn't have to work so hard. In addition to the money I planned to transfer and the money to buy Mewtwo, there is still some pocket money left for myself, which should be enough for a trip."

"The things over there might be very expensive, after all, it's top-level service."

“Very expensive.”

David hesitated, but remained firm: "I can't let you take care of me every time, Gaius. I have to do it myself."

"Is this so?"

Gaius smiled and said, "Then don't drink alcohol at night."

"Don't drink, what does that mean?"

David's doubt was answered in the evening.

At night, in the lobby of the Ritz Bar, David was reading the wine list with his eyes wide open, unable to believe the amount he saw.

"Thirty euros for a special blend?!"

"That's all cheap, David."

Jack was drinking a glass of ginger beer made with vodka, lime juice and ice. When he heard David's words, he stopped drinking and shook the beer in his hand: "This is a special drink I requested. It's just vodka poured into ginger beer in front of me, and you dare to charge me 40 euros."

"So a bar is a bar, and this isn't Mrs. Wells's Wild Wolf Bar."

Oliver sipped his Rusty Nail cocktail and complained, "It looks like the mix I copied cost me 40 euros."

"So the specialty of this place is Mewtwo, not wine."

Carl glanced at the Ritz Bar. What he was waiting for now was the person he had agreed to meet at the Ritz Bar at ten o'clock.

To be precise, it was an appointment with a green-haired and cockscomb-headed young man named Alan who had already died.

When Carl first arrived in 2075, he took the Euro and Lexington from a green-haired young man who died in front of him. At that time, Carl promised in his heart that if he still had relatives;
Then when Carl has the ability to look for them, he will find his relatives and repay them. This is also the reason why he rented the apartment of the green-haired young man and has maintained it until today.

This is a favor that Carl feels he owes him and he must repay it, because without the Lexington, which he has now converted into All Night, he would not have been able to accidentally save Oliver, and he would not have met Jack and experienced all this later. The beginning of everything was the death of the green-haired Cockscomb. He was the beginning of Carl in 2075 and he must never forget it.

Carl waited for a long time and sought help from his NCPD friend Johnson, but all he got was the name of the man with green hair and cockscomb, Allen, and nothing else. Today was his best chance to learn more about Allen.

A tattooed young man came to find Allen in the apartment records and made an appointment to meet at the Ritz Bar at ten o'clock. Carl was expecting the tattooed young man to tell him some more information about Allen.

The current time is 9:50. It was at this time that Carl saw the tattooed young man who looked exactly like the one in the apartment records walking in from the door of Ritz Bar.

"I'll leave for a moment, you guys continue."

After leaving some words for Jack, Oliver and David, Carl sat down next to the tattooed young man as he sat down at the bar counter of the Ritz Bar and began to wait.

"Are you interested in getting acquainted?"

Carl took the initiative to talk to the tattooed young man.

"Hmm? Who are you?"

The tattooed young man glanced at Carl and frowned. It was obvious that he was wary of men who came to chat up for no apparent reason: "I know that many people in the Ritz Bar provide such services, but I remember that they were all women. If you are interested, you should go to Big Bird and ask." [Big Bird]: A famous gay bar located in the Highwood Ritz scenic area, mainly targeting psychological or physical men.

Carl's eyelids twitched, and he almost couldn't help but punch the tattooed young man for his obviously repulsive words. All he could say was, this guy has a very street-like vibe.

Patience -1.

If I wasn't afraid of exploding his head with one punch, I would have done it myself!

Feeling unhappy for a moment, Carl controlled his emotions and said, "Alan."

"Alan?"

The tattooed young man was stunned at first, then he reacted and stared at Karl: “Alan asked you to come, why didn’t he come?”

"he died."

"died?"

The tattooed young man opened his mouth in surprise for a moment, and then his expression quickly returned to normal, as if this matter was not that important: "He's dead, that's a pity, I wanted to get him to do some work this time."

"Are you familiar with him?"

“After growing up?”

Hearing Carl's words, the tattooed young man looked at Carl in confusion and said, "We grew up together and came to Night City together. Of course we know each other."

"The person you grew up with died, are you so calm?"

"It doesn't matter if it's not ordinary. There were seven of us when we first left our hometown, and this year only Alan and I are left. It's hard enough for us to live in Night City. Everyone is busy with their own things, and it's good enough to have occasional condolences. Now look, huh, I'm the only one left. I'm used to this kind of thing. In Night City, what difference does it make to die early or late?"

The tattooed young man said calmly, and asked Karl: "Who are you? I don't remember that guy Allen having any friends. How do you know about Allen?"

"I'm a mercenary named KK. I owe Allen a favor, so I want to repay it."

While introducing himself, Karl asked what he was most concerned about: "Since you grew up with him, does he have any relatives? Is there any way to contact him?"

"Why, you want to repay the favor?"

The tattooed young man was about to say something when he saw Karl's appearance.

It was a very serious look, without a trace of lies.

"Yes, I want to repay the favor."

"."

Staring at Carl's face, the tattooed young man was silent for a moment, then stood up.

Carl also stood up, but all he got was the tattooed young man who turned around and started walking, waving goodbye with his back to him.

"No need to follow me. Nice to meet you, KK. I can feel that you are a good person, so it was right for me to come to the Ritz Bar today. But since Alan is not coming, there is no need for me to stay, and you don't need to think about repaying me. Let's just forget about this kind of thing."

"Never mind, why?"

"It's very simple."

The tattooed young man paused, looked back at Karl and smiled.

"Because we all lost our families, that's why we came to Night City."

After he finished speaking, the tattooed young man's expression did not change, and he was still smiling: "This is normal among outsiders in Night City. I am very grateful that you can think of Alan. It is probably a favor owed to him by chance. But I think some things can never go as we wish. But in this Night City, there are people besides me who can remember Alan. It makes me happy to think about it."

The tattooed young man turned around.

"If you don't mind, just consider remembering Alan's name as a reward. He used to dream of becoming a great man, but now it seems that he can't become a great man. But being a small man whose name is remembered and who has not disappeared for the time being is not bad either. After all, I probably won't live for too long. By then, if you remember Alan, he will live longer than any of us."

Talking about death, the tattooed young man, who was extremely indifferent to it, smiled and walked away, while Carl stood there in a daze.

He looked at the back of the tattooed young man for a long time, then touched the bandage on his waist.

'Remember that.'

Got to remember that.

(End of this chapter)