After a night of study, Zhang Zicheng found that in terms of learning efficiency, low dimensions and high dimensions each have their own advantages.
In reality, you can only read low-dimensional information through a computer screen, and there is no physical book that you can read at any time. But in low dimensions, any knowledge can be displayed in the surroundings out of thin air using stereoscopic projection.
, any pattern can be presented directly in front of your eyes, and you can drag the progress bar to reproduce and observe it at will.
There is also the portable assistance of strong artificial intelligence. Any doubts and mistakes can be checked and answered 100% without any obstacles. The patient level is always 100% and you will not be annoyed by questions. This greatly eliminates the need to ask others for advice.
unnecessary psychological pressure.
It's just that... at the application level, Zhang Zicheng is a high-dimensional person after all, and a lot of low-dimensional knowledge cannot be directly applied. He still has to reproduce it bit by bit in high dimensions, and slowly summarize and summarize it.
He was able to directly make a VR neurosensory helmet with psychic technology in just two months. Although there were disassembly steps relying on strong artificial intelligence, it was assembled step by step like reading an instruction manual. But what happened in the process?
The physical rules that cannot be realized in high dimensions are slowly discovered by trial and error, and I find ways to get around them.
But Zhang Zicheng has no dissatisfaction... To be honest, this is the first time in more than 20 years that he has experienced the joy of learning.
The main component of this pleasure is, of course, the supernatural and spiritual power, which is like a superpower, fully stimulating dopamine for the otaku who has watched too many movies and TV shows. The secondary component is that he has never learned to be so 'fluent'. There is no pressure of assessment, any knowledge you learn is unique in the world, and you can improve your physical fitness on the spot like a game upgrade. All learning steps are arranged properly, and there is no need to worry about every doubt. There will be someone there.
Questions and answers about peeling off cocoons.
Zhang Zicheng turned his head and looked at the rising sun outside the hotel window. He stood up and stood by the window, opened it, and stretched.
Well, the air outside the window is full of the choking smell of coal. It is indeed an industrial city.
As a last resort, Zhang Zicheng closed the window again.
He looked back at the bed in the hotel and saw that Tilulu was still dressed like a doll, lying on the bed with her arms stretched out, sleeping in a very majestic posture, and even snoring lightly.
Zhang Zicheng shook his head helplessly. He, a mortal, had just gained spiritual power. He had the ability to stay energetic for more than twenty hours with only one hour of sleep a day. He wished he could stay up all night every day.
And Tilulu, the evil god who has survived for who knows how many thousands of years, through the power of Si Chen, obtained a body that allows a mortal to sleep to restore energy, and actually slept extremely sweetly.
Zhang Zicheng put on his cowboy hat and wanted to wake Tilulu up. He thought for a while and said to himself: "Am I worried about the personal safety of an evil god in the 18th century?"
So he left Tilulu alone, opened the door alone, and went down to the second floor of the hotel alone.
However, Zhang Zicheng had to be a little cautious when going downstairs, one step at a time.
Because his altitude is controlled by his will, after all, there are no stairs for him to go down in his studio.
This caused Zhang Zicheng to cover his mouth when he waited on the first floor, feeling dizzy.
A majestic high-dimensional life can turn its hands into clouds and rain in low dimensions, and can destroy the entire planet by blowing its breath.
Then when I went downstairs, I almost vomited due to the first-person 3D dizziness.
There were not many people on the first floor at this time. Most of the people who got up early were factory or station workers. No one would come to the hotel to eat, drink or have fun at this time. There were only a few tourists who were also staying temporarily.
"Good morning, sir. You look a little uncomfortable. Do you need anything?"
The front desk of the hotel saw Zhang Zicheng looking a little uncomfortable and immediately expressed concern.
Zhang Zicheng casually found a chair and sat down, and Gao Wei also sat on the second-hand wooden chair he had bought. Then he took a breath, looked at the front desk, and said casually: "What do you have?"
The front desk immediately walked out of the bar with an exquisite small order, placed it on the table in front of Zhang Zicheng, and said with a smile: "We have baked beans, corn salad, butter bread and bacon. If these don't suit your taste, there are also oats.
and milk."
After finishing speaking, he added apologetically: "Sorry, because there are usually very few guests in the morning, so we only prepared these simple foods."
Zhang Zicheng was a little surprised by the enthusiasm of the waiter. This kind of service is not available in ordinary restaurants even in modern times, but he saw it in the so-called wild west.
"Ahem..."
When the guests at the other table saw this scene, they coughed and motioned for the waiter to come over. However, the receptionist ignored them and still waited for Zhang Zicheng's instructions.
Only then did Zhang Zicheng realize that it was not the other party's professional qualities that were superb, but what he wanted from himself as an individual.
Zhang Zicheng didn't point it out, but since he couldn't eat low-dimensional food, he didn't need to worry about health issues, so he ordered a food with a taste he was curious about: "Bring me some baked beans and buttered bread." p>
"Okay sir." After the front desk said this, he immediately went to the kitchen to give instructions, without paying any attention to the other guests at the table.
The faces of the people at the table suddenly looked a little unsightly.
Zhang Zicheng didn't pay attention to these small things. He lowered his eyes and took a rest, reviewing what he had learned last night while relieving the dizziness caused by just going downstairs.
Who knows, not long after reviewing it in my mind, I noticed someone sitting across from my table.
Zhang Zicheng raised his eyes with interest and looked at the person coming.
This man has two upward-curving mustaches, a brown cowboy hat, a black vest, and a red scarf around his neck.
The other party noticed Zhang Zicheng's gaze and smiled. He had crooked teeth and didn't look very hygienic.
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"Hello, stranger, I haven't introduced myself yet, my name is Goodman Albert."
Goodman, goodman, good guy, obviously, it is a fake name at first sight and cannot be fake anymore, but at least it gave others a code name to call him.
At least in terms of pretending to be polite, I was very polite.
Goodman showed a kind smile. As he spoke, he grasped the body of the gun and slowly placed a revolver in front of his desk. Although the muzzle of the gun was not pointed at Zhang Zicheng, it was not far away.
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Such a move can have two meanings. One is to put the weapon on the surface to eliminate potential threats to oneself. But the other meaning is to enhance one's power on the surface and make oneself look more aggressive.
, to take the initiative in the dialogue.
However, no matter what the intention is, it is obvious that it will not have the desired effect for Zhang Zicheng.
"Hello, Mr. Goodman, you can call me... Strange."
When Zhang Zicheng saw the other party's behavior, there was a look of interest in his eyes.
Since the other party's seemingly threatening action actually did not pose any threat to him, Zhang Zicheng did not feel a trace of offended anger in his heart, only curious about the subsequent plot like watching a movie.
This behavior is just like playing a game and triggering a plot animation.
This is the benefit of the real world. Although it is extremely open and you are absolutely free to do anything, NPCs are not fixed programs and may interact and conflict with you at any time for various reasons.
"Strange? What a good name. You are indeed as magical as a wizard."
Goodman raised an eyebrow and a beard, amused by the name 'Strange'.
Obviously, like Goodman, this is a pseudonym.
But this kind of thing is not important. Goodman put both hands on the table and said with a smile: "You may not know that although you have just arrived in this city, your name has already been spread.
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"Didn't you just know my name?" Zhang Zicheng asked curiously.
Goodman choked, shook his head and said: "Of course, although everyone doesn't know your name yet, your features are still too obvious-slender hands that have never done rough work, and a tender face that has never been exposed to the sun.
, riding a tall horse, with beautiful children... Wow, listen, you just seem to have stepped out of a fairy tale."
Goodman seemed to be surprised by what he said, showing an exaggerated smile: "And such a mysterious figure full of mysteries also showed incredible abilities... allowing a robber to go two kilometers away and shoot himself.
The two horse thieves were left with fatal wounds on their chests for a whole night, but they were healed early the next morning without leaving any scars."
At this point, he couldn't help but marvel: "This is more like a miracle from God coming to earth than witchcraft!"
This time it was Zhang Zicheng's turn to be surprised. He said strangely: "You guys are really well-informed. I thought it would be difficult for someone to grasp all the situations at once with these scattered things."
After all, in modern times, if you shoot a video and post it online, there will also be rumors caused by various malicious interpretations and misinformation. In an era where most information can only be spoken orally, it is indeed a good idea to understand all the little things you did yesterday.
No small skill.
Goodman chuckled: "I just have more friends I can trust..."
"So, what do you want to see me for?" Zhang Zicheng asked.
Although what I do does not meet the requirements of playing a low-dimensional ordinary person, I am here to play in a low-dimensional world, not to torture myself.
Real ordinary people live in the world and have to deal with countless troubles. Zhang Zicheng deliberately showed some extraordinary things just to avoid some boring farce.
I just didn’t expect that there would be an unexpected surprise.
Goodman smiled, leaned his upper body forward slightly, and lowered his voice: "My boss, I want to see you."
"Your boss?" Zhang Zicheng asked.
At this moment, the front desk brought breakfast.
There is only one plate, with a simple pile of crispy-looking chickpeas on the left, and wheat-colored bread evenly spread with butter and toasted on the right.
Zhang Zicheng picked up the bread and took a bite. The texture of the bread was not very soft, but slightly tough. It was full of wheat flavor and accompanied by a rich buttery milk aroma, which was very delicious.
At the same time, Goodman said softly: "My boss is the famous Henry Carlos."
Then he saw with satisfaction that the mysterious man in front of him widened his eyes in surprise.
Zhang Zicheng was naturally surprised, because he did not expect that the taste of low-dimensional eating could be so clearly transmitted to his mouth and taste buds.
This has gone beyond the scope of VR...
It’s simply a version of a stealth virtual reality game where players don’t fall asleep.
In this case, wouldn’t I really be able to live in a low-dimensional world, eat as much as I want, and have as much fun as I want without having to bear any burden or consequences on my body?
However, despite being happy, Zhang Zicheng was also a very polite person and did not directly ignore the visitors.
While enjoying the wonderful taste of food delivered to Gaowei, he asked: "So, does your boss have anything to do with me?"
Goodman watched the other person eating and felt a little hungry, but he still said: "He wants to invite you to his house... to discuss some matters related to mysticism. He is very interested in this and is willing to spend the money."
Buy your knowledge at a big price."
"Sorry, no time."
Zhang Zicheng was obviously a little disappointed with the other party's purpose. He originally thought he was a plot character, but he turned out to be just an errand boy.
As for Henry Carlos, Zhang Zicheng didn't know much about it, nor was he interested in knowing about it.
When he came to the west, he chose the city as his first stop because it was the starting point for collecting the reward.
My real purpose is to experience the life of a bounty hunter, enjoy a cowboy duel, and imitate the heroic scenes in the movie to kill several gangsters. I can also set up a tent, ride a carriage, and camp, and have an immersive journey through the wild west.
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As for the so-called big shots in the city...
Come on, a low-dimensional American president is meaningless.
Goodman narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a smile: "It seems you don't know how much my boss is willing to pay for this..."
He said word by word: "That is definitely a huge price."
However, Zhang Zicheng interrupted the other party, waved his hand, called the front desk clerk who had just warmly entertained him, and asked: "How much does this food cost?"
The waiter was stunned and wanted to subconsciously ask the price, but when he looked at Zhang Zicheng's eyes, he was at a loss for some reason. Then, as if he was blessed, he said: "No money!"
Zhang Zicheng chuckled and took another bite of baked beans. The salty taste and tender texture on the outside were very pleasant.
He muttered: "There is no free breakfast in the world, and you are so enthusiastic... But I just don't have any money, so tell me what you want."
The waiter was immediately overjoyed. He was a little excited and even trembled: "I...my mother is sick. She is very ill. I lent her money to buy panacea, but her cough became worse, so...so...
, I accidentally heard about your deeds last night, and I just wanted to ask you if you have any prescriptions?"
As he said that, he quickly added: "I will give you money! Although I don't have it yet, my house can be sold, and I can borrow it again..."
Zhang Zicheng shook his head and raised his hand in the air. Not only the two of them, but also the people at the next table could clearly see some golden light flashing.
Then, he looked at the waiter and said with a smile: "Go home and see, your mother should have recovered..."
"Huh?" The waiter was stunned. He originally just tried it with the mentality of a dead horse, but he didn't expect to get such a reaction.
Although he didn't believe it at all in his heart, the urgency in his heart made him unable to help worrying about gains and losses... What if?
"I...I, thank you!" With that said, the waiter rushed out of the hotel.
Goodman raised his eyebrows, looked at the food on the table, and said in surprise: "Just for a breakfast that costs less than a few cents? You used witchcraft?"
Although the attitude was surprising, the tone seemed very disapproving.
Obviously, he didn't believe what Zhang Zicheng just said, thinking that the other party was deliberately teasing the waiter so that he could run away and eat the Overlord meal.
Zhang Zicheng wiped his mouth, stood up, and said with a smile: "Sorry, money means nothing to me."
Goodman, however, looked sharply and said with the same smile: "Really? Then may I ask, does your daughter mean anything to you?"
"Ah?" Zhang Zicheng was also stunned. His reaction was exactly the same as that of the waiter just now, and he almost thought he had heard wrong.
When Goodman saw the other party's reaction, he immediately felt like he was sitting on a fishing platform. He sneered, picked up the pistol on the table, turned it around and said, "Although I don't know what tricks you played throughout the whole process, I actually don't know anything about it."
I don’t believe that, but I can’t help the rich people believing it, so I’m being nice to you.”
As he spoke, his expression became colder: "But don't misunderstand me, thinking that I am also a stupid person who will believe anything after hearing a few rumors. I only believe in the gun in my hand and the money in my pocket." "Oh." Zhang Zicheng didn't know whether it was OK or not, he had completely lost interest in this person.
Goodman allowed Zhang Zicheng to pass him by without stopping him, but he spoke again: "Just by the look of your skin and tender flesh, I can tell that you are just a youngster who has never experienced hardship."
He turned the gun and said in a casual tone: "You are too confident, you are only on the second floor, and you dare to separate from your precious daughter? Do you really think this is some kind of eastern city with good security?"
As he spoke, he whistled.
Suddenly, two men with guns came down from upstairs.
They carried Tilulu, who was still sleeping soundly, and actually pointed their guns at such a lovely girl.
"I think you'd better come with us obediently. How about you and me?" Goodman turned his head and tried to invite the other party with a gentle tone for the last time.
However, Zhang Zicheng remained silent.
He thought for a while and suddenly asked Goodman a confusing question.
"Have you ever tried shooting at the moon at night?"
Goodman was stunned by this question and frowned: "I would never do that kind of stupid thing."
Zhang Zicheng nodded happily: "As long as you know that shooting at the moon is a stupid thing."
"Because your current behavior is pretty much the same."
Following Zhang Zicheng's words, Tilulu on the second floor suddenly opened her eyes.