I stared at Lu Zongping for half a minute, his face was expressionless.
No tasks were assigned to me.
Because we can't take the initiative to speak, we are here to stare at each other.
Of course, I could send him an email - but while I was editing the email, my eyesight was fading a bit, and while I wasn't completely blind, it was impossible to use email as my daily communication channel.
I really don't understand why fate is so cruel to me. It's already so difficult to live, but it still has to set up all kinds of obstacles for me.
If I had known today, even if I were killed, I would not have gone to Chambi Building.
Maybe it would have been a good idea for me to die there. This long torture was almost draining my fighting spirit.
It stands to reason that I am not a good person. I have been on the street, I have done dirty work, and my hands have been stained with blood. Many people have died in my hands. Going to heaven is not my extravagant wish. I only hope that hell is fake.
.Is it really a luxury for people to survive? I live in
In such a game, let me think about it, if this game is the same as all other games I know, I am a game character, maybe a very important role, and all the choices I make have already been made.
has been arranged.
Do you know why I refuse to admit that I live in a game? I only dare to assume that I live in a virtual world.
Because I'm afraid.
The "players" who control my choices are the real ones who have the say. If this world is specially designed for entertainment, then there is no so-called randomness and change. Things like fate are plot in this world.
, the plot must be completed, otherwise...
I suddenly saw a subtle cheerful smile on Lu Zongping's indifferent face, like ripples on a calm lake ruffled by the wind.
He patted my shoulder and said, "Now you know. If you don't want to make a decision, just put it off for now."
Yes, I understand.
If I don't advance the plot, the world will stop changing. In other words, if I don't make the final decision, then I will be immortal.
This idea was so weird. When I told Johnny about this idea, he sneered and expressed disbelief. He also said, "I thought there was no one crazier than me in Night City."
That's easy to verify, all I have to do is give Jack a call and say, "Hey, man, how's things going with Evelyn?"
"Very good. I have already talked with the girl named Judy and am planning to go to Genting."
"I'll help you, but I'll help you later."
"Ha, are you still worried about me?"
"Say what you say, Jack, you know how much I trust you."
"Thank you, sister (Spanish), come if you want, we'll wait for you at Ritz."
The phone hangs up.
I remember the last time I called Jack and asked him how far the mission was, he also said that he had just finished talking to Judy, and he was still completely excited after all this time.
Look, Johnny.
Although it was dark in front of me now, I could guess that Johnny's awkward expression must be very interesting.
"Fuck it," he said.
I almost laughed out loud.
"What's so funny?"
I just suddenly remembered what Zhong Hammer said.
"What?"
——You are just a piece of rotten flesh that has been raped by others.
Johnny was choked by these words and was very quiet for a while. I guess he must have felt aggrieved like a dumped chicken, while I, as for me, had already cleared my mind and let all kinds of strange thoughts come out - and
These ideas may not even be my own, but the plot requires me to think this way.
Look, how disgusting. The truth is really scary.
When my vision returned, Johnny was smoking a cigarette and glanced at me with a look of boredom.
What's wrong? Little sissy?
"I just feel disgusted. What you said is completely bullshit. I ask you, why have you lived in peace for so many years without realizing that you were living a lie? Instead, in the past two days, all of a sudden," he gestured
He was dancing and excited, "Suddenly you came up with this stupid idea, tell me, is it because you were fooled, drugged, and mind-controlled? Yes, that bartender is not a good person!"
I glanced at Lu Zongping, tried my best not to lose sight, and asked him something like this, "Lu, tell me, are my past memories forged?"
"No." The man behind the bar replied.
"You didn't lie to me? Or do you mean, you don't know either?"
"I have a photo here of you more than ten years ago, when you had a bad stomach meal soon after you entered school and vomited all over the desk."
"No thank you. Also, why would you save this kind of photo?"
"Because it's really spectacular."
I remembered why I hate this birdman. What he likes to do most is collect dirt on others, and he is a very petty guy.
"Actually, I am a very tolerant person."
Oh, great, this guy can read minds.
"I can't read minds, I can just guess what you are thinking."
"What...I'll take the first step!" Johnny, give me a hand!
Back in the apartment, I was still struggling with the problem of vision, but Johnny said, "V, just now, I got my own vision."
What's the meaning?
"What else does it mean? If I can see it, I can see it."
So should I congratulate you?
"You are most flattering when you shut up."
Hey, Johnny.
"Um?"
I want to understand something, and I can only tell you. I don’t know what the consequences of saying this will be, but I think it should be okay to talk to you. It just so happens that you can also help me with my advice.
"Tell me and listen."
You see, now we can all confirm that there is something called the plot that drives the development of the world, so players at higher levels experience the plot through me.
"Yes, that's what happened."
Is it possible that my blindness is also a plot necessity, in order to prevent me from telling the truth to more NPCs and prevent the plot from getting out of hand?
"If there are really players, they can just load the game once."
Yes, I have been living in this false world for so many years. There must be a way for the players to prevent me from detecting the truth. If I dare to tell the truth, they will definitely take measures.
"Not necessarily." Johnny smoked a cigarette every three seconds, indicating that he was thinking hard, "Since the plot is really important, it is the only important thing in this game, the greater possibility is that once a super
Routine behavior. No need for the players to end, you will be counterattacked by the plot, you will lose your memory, or be hypnotized. In more serious cases, you will encounter an accident, and I can think of the most terrifying scenario-the plot will take over
Take everything you have and kill your loved ones, friends, and relatives."
It makes sense. That's really cruel enough. Oh, yes, is it possible? In fact, my biggest enemy is the plot itself, and the players may help me... Kanbi Building, that night, I couldn't leave.
I went out and managed to escape until I inserted the chip. At that time, I noticed that fate was not invulnerable. There were higher principles within it and perhaps rebellious forces.
A simple truth: the key plot is more important than the details. As long as I complete the nodes, the rest can be played freely. Just like Jack, I can ask him to find Evelyn, but only verbal work, and the rest is to fight and kill.
The content requires my personal participation.
When Johnny and I reached this point in our reasoning, crazy and bold ideas were brewing in our respective minds, and with our unspoken understanding, we could unanimously express our next steps in our hearts——