The program suddenly started automatically, and Elizabeth felt like she had fallen into a neural information space.
She seemed to see her blue eyes expanding into the sky. The shops on both sides of Babylon Street and the electronic light bulbs and flowers spreading from the top floor of the club building had become living natural plants, with beautiful flowers and lush vegetation.
The night rain brings life, and the halo of light passing through the rain turns into fireflies all over the sky.
The noisy sounds of people and cars turned into the chirping of cicadas in summer, which kept ringing but was refreshing to the ears.
These natural scenes that had been lost in Flowing Light City were vividly displayed before her eyes.
All of a sudden, the redemption program level increased from 0% for beginners to 5% for beginners.
Elizabeth even felt that her personality integrity and spiritual traits were accompanied by this scene, and like a spring breeze, they were faintly strengthening...
It was because I had used retrospection before to feel Dagny's pain and her complicated and inexplicable emotions.
It was her personality that first received this sensory information, plus the feedback information that Dagny had just received out of genuine gratitude. The two were combined and compiled into program data by the redemption program, and her personality was updated.
"So that's it!"
Although the natural scene in front of her stopped abruptly, Elizabeth returned to the entrance of the employee lounge on the third floor of the club.
But her heart was beating, her blue eyes were shining, she understood, understood...
The master is indeed right!
It turns out that redemption is used like this, retrospective + redemption, this is a miraculous combination.
She first needs to understand, understand, feel the situation of the redeemed, and have an empathic message.
Perhaps for the master, one does not need to look backwards to empathize with the difficulties of others; but for her dream bubble, she needs it.
In any case, retrospection enables a person to quickly and deeply experience the loss of others.
Only with the message of empathy, coupled with the message of gratitude, can the program and self-nature be improved.
Elizabeth was thinking about it, and looked back at Dagny who was still dazed behind her, as if the person she saw was herself.
She understood that even if she did build a school and take in thousands of children, the children would be grateful to her.
But she didn't really understand why they were grateful at all, but she was just like Sophia, a princess, still aloof.
Then it is impossible for her to get even 0.1% program improvement and self-update.
Probably this is why bankers think that redemption is a rubbish program, because they can't simply use it with money or human life, or even use it to exploit loopholes. And with the hero system, they think they can't get the so-called
best interests.
"Thank you." Elizabeth couldn't help but smile and said to Dagny, regardless of whether the other party understood it or not.
She redeemed others, and others redeemed her.
Money can help others, but money cannot buy self-salvation and self-growth.
Without the sincere participation of the Self, there will be no salvation.
"I want to thank you..." Dagny seemed to understand, but she could also feel something, "Miss Sterling, you are a good person. I think... you are different from them, you understand."
Sandy's mother next to her was nervous. She didn't know if the eldest lady liked hearing Dagny's words.
[Redemption, program level: Elementary 7%↑]
Elizabeth smiled even brighter, nodded again, and then turned and left again.
"Let's go," she said to the security guards in the corridor.
She returned to the lobby on the first floor from the second floor and walked outside the Happy Fountain Club. All the way to the bustling street, she looked up at the night sky and saw light in the drizzle.
It has been almost a week since the last call from the master. Now that she has made a new breakthrough, the master may appear again soon.
Until then, please seize your time and help more people.
"Ms. Elizabeth, I have your phone number." At this time, a female assistant came up and held a large mobile phone that was connected.
"Hello?" Elizabeth took the phone and it sounded like it was grandma calling.
"Miss, I heard that you just used trace tracing? Nightclubs are not a good place for trace tracing. People on the street hate bankers. It is normal for you to not get any gratitude from anyone. Don't get anxious because of this."
"Maybe." Elizabeth said, not surprised that her every move was being monitored.
She didn't say anything, just to let everyone think that she was a disabled person, so that no one would come up with any bad ideas to cause trouble. She just said: "I didn't make any mistakes. I'm going to walk around again."
"I have news for you. Previously, you wanted to promote more opportunities for wild dogs to register for legal status. The municipal government and the Metropolitan Police Department have come up with a plan to add a variety of new labor introduction methods and relax the conditions for registration documents.
."
Hearing what the old nanny said, Elizabeth suddenly became happy, but then fell down again.
"Let us bank dogs have more brain slaves and blood slaves?" she sarcastically said.
"Whether we relax it or not, will it have any impact on this?" the old nanny asked, making it difficult for Elizabeth to refute, "Miss, you said before that you wanted to sign the sponsor of the bill?"
Elizabeth was silent, that was what she had thought before.
She also thought that it would be best for her to announce this matter on TV, which would not only show everyone that she had completed the task, but might also get a wave of gratitude from many stowaways and illegal residents.
But now, she doesn't want to do that, and she doesn't feel grateful to herself for this.
Like Mammy said, this actually doesn't change anything.
"No, I don't want to sign it," she decided, "Just do it. I don't want to participate in this possible trap."
"There are many different ways to look at things, miss. You should learn to find one that makes you comfortable."
The old grandma gave another lesson, "A bill like this will always bring more hope to the people of this Free State."
Hope? Elizabeth looked at the joy seekers, cowherds and girls flowing all over the street, laughing and drunkenly.
"Yes, hope." She said, it was a kind of hope.
Magicians perform tricks without explaining the principles to the audience.
That's why the audience knew it was a lie, but they were also fascinated by it.
This is what happened in this city-state. Even if everyone actually knew that it was not the case, "hope" allowed people to continue living. The New World Bank found an angle, and they believed that the bank would still give them good things.
road.
This is the hope of the Survival Gang, the same hope of Wild Dog Streamer Meng, and the same hope of the antitrust investigation.
But tonight she knew that the real hope turned out to be a bracelet.
At this time, the night rain fell a little heavier, but it did not disperse people's revelry.
Elizabeth hung up the phone and walked in the rain to the dilapidated and dark alleys between shops, where the broken wires shimmered with light.
The rain hit her orange windbreaker, and the water on the ground soaked her sneakers.
Behind her, followed a team of Seth's security personnel.
Regardless of whether they were men or women, they had wireless walkie-talkies in their ears and mouths to maintain communication, their waists were filled with various firearms that could be pulled out at any time, their arms were blades hidden under the flesh, and their faces were electronically modified cracked faces.
She and the security personnel disappeared into the alley.
Behind them, the electronic flowers and plants on both sides of Babylon Street are still shining with various colors. This retro grand carnival place is constantly pouring out dazzling light over the city that never sleeps in the drizzle.