In the evening, the air was getting colder and I walked along the street. Now I have no money, no ID card, and only a researcher's white coat. I don't even have shoes. It must look quite disappointing. Pedestrians on the road throw me strange eyes from time to time. Whenever I pass by the traffic light, I always feel that there is a pair of eyes staring at me closely behind the camera placed above, but I do not care. The city still looks quite calm. Since the cyber ball is equipped with such a base here, it is very likely that the entire city is under the monitoring of the cyber ball, not just the cameras scattered all over the city, even the sky Satellites may be used by them.

The cyber ball is a very large organization. Although the cyber ball in this world is different in some respects from what I had known in the past, its position in the world and what it will achieve in the future The height should not be much different.

They can monitor most parts of the world, especially important cities like London, and want to get rid of this monitoring, unless they completely paralyze the huge monitoring system, or seize control of the system, or enter temporary data hedging space, I can't think of any other way. For me, these methods can not be done, so it is a delusion to get rid of monitoring. It's just that monitoring itself doesn't mean it can limit my actions. They cannot encircle me in this city. The quicker my sweeping, the more free the space. They will definitely analyze my activities in the base in detail and come to the same conclusion.

Moreover. We take a step back, and that is not the most important enemy between each other. I don't know what the online ball is doing now. However, I think they have no time to deal with me, who is not the most urgent outsider. The organization of the online ball is too large, there are too many things to worry about, and there are more difficult enemies peeping in secret. Although the city is still very calm for the time being, the online ball is not only active in this city.

I was thinking about where I should go, the online ball did not prepare the identity and funds for me in the first time. This already reflects an attitude. I also don't know the specific situation of this world, and it will take some time to make some preparations for the next plan. Although Jiang's actions have always been a little neurotic, and I can't understand it, its behavior patterns are not simply explainable from the perspective of human behavior, and I don't try to analyze them anymore. The only thing I am sure of is. It actually has a very clear goal, and I know a little bit about this goal.

I do n’t know what its ultimate goal is, I can imagine, but how correct are these imaginations? after all. I can't stand at its angle and height to look at all kinds of problems. Even when I am half dead, when I also feel that I am "alienating", I can only think about humans from the perspective of "humans." I always think. I have never been able to understand "Jiang" in my life, but I love her. I love an existence that I cannot understand, and I ca n’t even determine from various theories whether the other person loves me so much. I can only blindly, full of consciousness, believe what it is like. Until today, I It still cannot be described in words.

However, since I love her deeply, believe her, and think that she must be so, having this kind of consciousness not driven by reason but driven purely by sensibility, then, no matter how much I do n’t understand, I will still finish it for her. The individual goals-on the way to the end, the plan is a line, and each goal is the pearl tied to this line, I have already decided to pick these pearls for her, although, I It's really not clear how precious these pearls are.

I can imagine the preciousness of these pearls, but I have never felt that my own imagination can actually measure the true value of these pearls to Jiang. "Jiang's" attitude is very ambiguous when it comes to the act of grabbing pearls. At least, I don't think she has to rely on my actions to get those things.

However, from the current situation, she really needs me to take the initiative.

I think this is like an unforgettable test of love.

This drama, in a blink of an eye, changed from a weird and cruel science fiction drama to a weird romance drama.

Even so, I am very happy that my adventure will have such a turning point, and eventually it will continue. No matter how much pressure comes to do what you want to do and realize what you want to do, how much pain is waiting for yourself, but how many people have such opportunities and such destiny?

I looked up at the sky and breathed deeply into the cold air at night. This tangible feeling filled my heart with emotion. Even passers-by who glanced over with strange eyes became lovely.

I really don't care what kind of eyes they look at me. I was carrying a huge suitcase, carrying the hammers wrapped in layers of black garbage plastic bags, and walked down the street without knowing where to go. I know what I need now, but there is no urgency in my heart. How long has it been for a person to walk on the street where neon lights and Wanjia lights shine together? I ca n’t remember it, maybe, I just do n’t want to remember, even if the smell of air, the atmosphere of the city, the appearance of people are so strange, but I can still smell the familiar smell from it-rich instant sight Feeling, wrapping me, warming my body.

The walls of tall buildings at intersections are inlaid with huge projection screens, and advertisements are playing back and forth, which I have never seen before. The technology of this world has not been completely changed in appearance and style, but there are some new things. Even the appearance of streets and vehicles is different from what I have seen on TV in the past, the street scene in London. People's clothes are probably very different in style from what I have known in the past.

Although the scenery is different, but. There are many things, and there is no qualitative change. When I sit on a chair in the corner of the square. The couple sitting at the other end of the chair immediately frowned and hurriedly left with a disgusted face. Then, a young, girl-student girl sat down with a bag of burgers and cola, eating and drinking unattended. . She was young, but she was about 20 years old, much older than me. However, I still had to look at her with older eyes.

"What's the smell?" I asked suddenly.

The girl full of European style seems to be a little surprised. She turned her head and looked at me for a few seconds before she said a little vigilantly: "What does it have to do with you?"

"Just ask." I smiled. Indeed, I just asked casually, on many things. I can only be silent, but this does not mean that I do n’t need to communicate, do n’t like to talk, and hate to contact strange things—a top student wo n’t resist change. It is to learn to withstand and adapt to change. Here is a city that I don't understand. The people here are strangers and even the whole world. They all exude a strange taste, so. Only need to talk, observe, understand, and integrate. If you just fight and fight again, and use your own power to destroy every obstacle that resists you, then naturally you don't need to do these things. However, although I am also a warrior, I do not hope that fighting and fighting are the only ones in my life.

London, a city I have never been to, why not cherish this little quiet time before the war? Even if such a time is so negligible for what I want to do, the situation I have to face.

The girl in front of her has a good appearance and figure. Even if you just look at it, the pleasing women will make you feel happy. My mood has always been chased by something, and my consciousness is like a giant mountain, which makes me feel very heavy. I accept these, but I don't feel that I should stare at them all the time.

The girl next to me cast white eyes, resisting further communication, and I was not angry or embarrassed. Her reaction was not unexpected. I hadn't expected it. The other party was a weird man who had a passion for a strange stranger. However, when I stood up and prepared to find a place to spend the night, the girl rubbed the bag and paper cup into a ball, threw it into the trash can, and said to me: "Aren't you going home?"

"I don't have a home." I was surprised, but answered. Yes, there is no home in this world. On the other side of the distant ocean, the Whisperer of the Eight Scenes also exists, and there is Misaki. I must live in this world, but all this belongs to another mine. I'm just a "Gaochuan" who was born unnecessarily because of an accident. Simply from the perspective of doomsday illusions, my home, my family, and my friends have disappeared with the world. The only company with me is "Jiang", which is closely integrated with me no matter from what angle and from any level.

If I want to go back to the past and want to save everything I love, I must accept this fact and break the shackles of the patients with doomsday syndrome from "reality". Yes, the only way to obtain salvation and what to save is only "reality". Even if I don't admit that it is "reality", I must accept it and think and fight from its perspective. I still remember that when I first entered the "reality", I always felt that it must have been an illusion created by the enemy's conspiracy, always thinking about returning to the more "real" doomsday illusion for myself. However, the world that is "real" for itself has only appeared in memories.

I am sad and want to cry, but I do n’t know why, no matter how painful my heart is, I ca n’t cry.

Perhaps the last thing I need is tears.

"Are you an orphan? Was it kicked out?" The girl stared at me and asked, she again showed that kind of eye look, looked at me carefully for a while, "How old are you? Sixteen?"

"Sixteen." I didn't know what she was thinking or thinking about what she was thinking. The conversation itself makes me feel full and happy. I have been in the ideological world for a long time, and I have not communicated with people in such peaceful time. I couldn't help but think that there was a period of time in the realm where I communicated with the unlucky eggs who were accidentally involved, but that kind of communication, and the current communication. It is still very different.

"What about school? Why did you run out like this? Are you bullied?" The girl's mouth is like a machine gun. "Are you going to be a beggar? There is no such young beggar in this country. Where are you from? From Asia Stowaways? Your English is pretty good. At least you can hear what you are saying. "

What can I say? Even if I make excuses, I will soon be aware of it. I just came to this world, and I do n’t get along with everything here. There are too many problems that will expose my lies. I think it is better not to make up any tragic life story.

I can only spread my hands and say to her: "I'm just a mysterious visitor."

"From the stars?" She asked with staring eyes. But after I was silent for a while, she laughed out loud, just like the first white-eyed and resisting attitude, there was no such thing. She said to me, "I'm going back, do you want to go to the police station? You know? Where is the police station? If you have nowhere to go, you have nothing to eat. They can help you. "

"I won't go to that place." I shook my head and said to her, "I'm glad to talk to you, now I'm looking for a place to rest."

"You have money? The ID card is brought out?" The girl said with her arms folded. "Or do you want to lie down just like those tramps? Or turn over the garbage like a wild dog?"

"There will always be a way." I smiled. "It doesn't matter if I sleep on a bench. I can also ask a kindhearted person to borrow some money. If you have money, you won't have a problem."

"Borrowing money?" The girl said disapprovingly: "Look at your weak look. Also want to learn to" borrow "money?" Her word "borrow" has a special charm, "You still pray, Do n’t let me see the news that the 16-year-old boy was thrown into the Thames by the broken body in the newspaper the next day. ”

"Okay." I probably knew what the girl meant. "You think. What should I do? I don't have any penny and no ID card. In this world, I can't find my file at all. I am absolutely I won't find the police unless they are willing to apply for a temporary ID card immediately and unconditionally. "

"Ha, do you think it's possible?" The girl pouted and said for a moment, "I have a place to live, I can temporarily let you live, and then find a temporary worker for you, of course, not a serious environment, But it is not a dangerous place, at least you can have a place to eat and live. If you accept it, two-thirds of your salary will be given to me. "

"Can I refuse?" I shrugged. There are many ambiguities in her description. Maybe she doesn't think it's credible, but she still tries to make a strong attitude and says to me: "Anyway, it won't be worse than your current situation. "

"So—" I carried the hammer, lifted the suitcase, and said to her, "What are you waiting for?"

Her gaze glanced over the densely covered mace, and for a moment she looked at the huge suitcase which seemed quite heavy. There were a few murmurs in her mouth, and her eyes revealed curiosity, but in the end she didn't ask.

In this way, she took me to the other side of the square: "I have no money to take a bus, and there is no bus station in that place, but it only takes twenty minutes to get there. I said, you carry such a big Luggage, are you tired? "

"Fortunately. Rather than caring about this, it's better to care about it. Is the stranger you invite in danger to yourself?" I said.

"Then are you a murderer or a rapist?" The girl replied: "There, we are only afraid of murderers."

"... What the **** are you there?" Although I had already speculated in my mind, I couldn't help asking.

"Red light district." The girl said, "I am a prostitute." Then she turned to look at me again, as if to see something in my eyes.

But because of her words, I thought of Marceau. Although it is unclear what Marceau is doing in this world ~ lightnovelpub.net ~, she, I know, was also engaged in similar work. I miss her very much, and I still remember that the last time I saw her in the illusion of apocalypse, she was no longer a human being. Although this fate was unacceptably cruel for many people, she accepted it. Too. In the "reality", Marceau is just a patient with a broken personality, and he has lost his self. I said to save her, but no matter whether it was in the illusion of doomsday or in "reality", I didn't succeed.

Even so, perhaps, it is precisely because of this, so I said to the girl in front of me a "prostitute" without any care, and there was no special feeling. Even, the gap with this world seems to have eased a bit.

"You don't look big." I said.

"This line is meant to eat youthful meals." She looked at me contemptuously and said, "I am nineteen years old, and I can retire for another five or six years, and I have a lot of money to do something else. Digging the first pot of gold, do you understand? In this world, a woman like me who is not highly educated and is not particularly lucky, what is easier than opening the legs to get the first pot of gold? " to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to m.

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