Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 63 41. Food
"Didi."

Carl opened his eyes as the electronic alarm sounded, and found that the alarm set by Oliver, except for waking himself up, had no effect on the snoring Oliver and Jack.

Convinced.

Yawning, Carl flipped through Blanca's communications and did not see the mission message she sent.

Also.

During this period, the people from Militech were still arguing with Arasaka about who would transport the ACPA in. Even if that group of pilots wanted to, they probably wouldn't have the chance to enter Night City. Now Arasaka was waiting for those of them with pilot identities to come and put pressure on Militech.

Looking for something to do?

Carl, Jack and Oliver had discussed yesterday that they could try to ask the priest for the task, but now Carl saw that Jack and Oliver were sleeping like dead pigs and it seemed that there was no need to rush.

They stayed by my bedside for two days and two nights with barely a wink of sleep, and yesterday they stayed up all night drinking and drinking.
It's good to take a break and combine work and rest.

As usual, after washing and rinsing his mouth with pure water, Carl went to buy breakfast for Oliver and Jack, carrying a pistol with him.

The gun he carried was a Lexington.

Carl's Kenshin was dropped and thrown away somewhere during the battle with ACPA. He didn't have a chance to buy a new one yesterday, so he can only use the spare Lexington that he had kept as a souvenir.

Before buying breakfast, Carl took the elevator to the floor where he had just arrived in 2075, and walked to the place where the owner of the Lexington at his waist died.

Basically, he would come here every day as long as he lived in the super skyscraper, not to pick up a new Lexington, but just to repay his gratitude.

A favor must be repaid. The dead green-haired cockscomb once gave Carl the first sum of money and weapons for self-defense, and helped him get to know Oliver later. It can be said that Carl's mercenary career was 'sponsored' by him out of friendship, and this favor must be repaid.

But today, Carl also got nothing.

The deceased Cockscomb lived on the eighth floor, and Carl had "friendly" questioned all the residents on the eighth floor during this period of time. Those people were happy to answer Carl's questions because of the pistols on Carl's waist. According to the information they provided, the green-haired Cockscomb was not familiar with them. He had just moved in a week before Carl came to this world, and no one had seen anyone come to see him.

For visitors who might know Cockscomb, Karl had already paid one year's rent for the deceased Cockscomb in advance. It was not expensive, only 12,000 Euros. This ensured that everyone who came to Cockscomb's room to register for a visit would be recorded, so that Karl could look it up later.
But now, more than a month has passed since Carl arrived in 2075, and 2076 is almost here, but no one has come to visit Cockscomb.

Carl didn't know whether Cockscomb had no relatives or acquaintances, or whether none of his relatives or acquaintances knew Cockscomb's address. But it was only 12,000 euros a year, so Carl was willing to continue to bear the cost until he could find a way to use the records in Night City to find out the identity of Green-haired Cockscomb.

But thinking about the archives in Night City, it seems that apart from the company, only NCPD remembers this matter most clearly.
Carl remembered that he had the number of an NCPD officer. The officer was named Johnson, whom Carl knew during the cyberpsychopathic incident. However, Carl had only met him once, so he estimated that he would not be taken seriously if he asked for help.

Do I have to help kill a few more cyber psychopaths to build relationships?
Cyberpsychosis is not so easy to encounter.

After checking the room's visit records and making sure that no one was there, Carl went down to the first floor, bought food at a fixed stall, and then returned to Oliver's room.

The pork from Oliver will arrive in a few days, and then I will finally be able to eat some meat.

After waking up Oliver and Jack and throwing some pure water over to let them rinse their mouths, Carl was eating the Chinese cold noodles, which was the most common thing he had eaten since he came to 2075. He felt his stomach beginning to churn with a feeling called nausea.

The noodles are delicious, but you can't bear to eat them often. Carl is really picky about food. He has almost reached his limit of enduring Chinese cold noodles. Watching Oliver and Jack eating so sweetly and voraciously, Carl thought of Arasaka Haruko in the previous mission.

"That guy, can he eat fresh fruits, vegetables and meat every day?"

Damn corporate dog.

"What are your plans for today?"

While eating spaghetti with tomato meat sauce, Jack suddenly realized that today's breakfast was a little different: "Karl, why is it spaghetti today? Doesn't the stall owner sell Japanese food?"

"I don't know when the stall owner changed again. The current owner is proficient in all kinds of cooking."

"Full cuisine?"

"It means that whatever you want, he can do it for you."

"Then I want to eat pizza next time."

"Row."

Thinking about pizza, Carl felt even more nauseous.

Carl didn't mind eating pizza for breakfast, but what made him feel sick were the toppings on the pizza.

In 2075, the most popular pizza on the street was called Extra Spicy Italian Sausage Pizza, and that was Jack's favorite food. Carl's only opinion about this food was that the people of Night City instinctively omitted a part of the name.

That's the full name of this thing, it should be called 'Locust Extra Spicy Italian Sausage Pizza'.

It's locusts.

Although Carl had to admit that in his time, many people liked to eat locusts, and he didn't mind trying it, but treating locusts as normal meat and putting them directly on pizza was still a bit too much of a challenge to the values ​​of Carl, a traditional pizza person.

It's just as unreasonable as putting pineapple slices on pizza. Oh, there is now legislation in Night City that the illegal use of pineapples and pineapple products violates Article 1, Section 5a of the Pizza Desecration Act, and the offender will be wanted and rewarded.

After barely finishing his Chinese cold noodles, Carl turned on Oliver's computer while waiting for Oliver and Jack to finish eating. He wanted to see what happened in Night City during the two days he was unconscious. As soon as he opened it today, an advertisement that occupied the entire screen popped up.

'Arasaka Academy is now recruiting students, and welcomes all students who wish to become elites of the new era.'

It's almost the New Year, and they're recruiting students at this time. Is Arasaka crazy?
If Carl had time to compare the admissions schedule of other schools, he would have known quickly.

Superman corporate dog, never rests.

(End of this chapter)