Chapter 5 Will you travel through time when playing games?
After leaving the office building of the City Parish Council, Ringo stopped by Fleet Street and bought two milk puddings from a street vendor for 5 pence, intending to use Meridian's favorite dessert to make hers.
My mood becomes better and I forget the unhappiness caused by the previous dispute.
He has realized from a long time ago that there is a limit to what a person can do. Faced with the "Religious Decree", he can only show a positive and cooperative attitude and strive for more favorable conditions from Mr. Ronning; similarly
Faced with the loss or even disappointment of his loved ones, he could only comfort him in this painless way.
The twilight is dim, the setting sun is like blood, and the shadows of pedestrians are divided into large and small pieces by the edges of the buildings, spilling onto those old-fashioned streets or mottled courtyard walls. The bleak clouds that always linger over this city seem to follow suit.
As night fell, the train fell into silence. But the "whining" sound of the steam train became even more abrupt. It would run until midnight before it stopped making noise. This was a stipulation when the Kingdom formulated the "Straight Train Traffic Law". It is said that
The alliance of religious groups is behind the promotion and aims to provide citizens with convenient public life services.
But it is of no use, because most of the homeless people, beggars or lepers who haunt the deep streets and narrow alleys at midnight cannot afford the fare. They can only watch numbly as the empty carriages speed past in the dark night, leaving them behind.
Far behind. Ringer once witnessed it with his own eyes. In his eyes, those people, the train, and even the city itself were like wild beasts wandering in the wilderness. The roar of the steam engine was the sound in its trachea.
The low whimpering and the boiling smoke are the burning blood in its body.
Faced with the cold reality, how can the beast not be beaten and run away?
Staring at the swaying buildings outside the train window, he gave up thinking, as if he was sinking into an abyss. Half an hour later, the train stopped at the No. 7 public transportation station on time, and Ringer returned to Songshi Street and walked towards his church.<
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He would nod and say hello to everyone he saw on the road, and chat with them in a polite tone. He was familiar with the faces of every resident, and could even recall that they had come to the church on a certain day in a certain year and month.
They attended the seven-day ceremony he hosted, but that was not because they wanted to hear the gospel of the goddess, but because the church would distribute free food on that day.
This is a practice that started from the church’s first resident pastor, Ringer’s father, Mr. Yang Ke. He once said: Obtaining comfort is faith. There is no difference between psychological comfort and practical comfort. Ringer said this
He was convinced, and he also believed that when the Green Garden soup kitchen opened in the Holy Cross District and the White City District, people who had whispered blessings to the glory of the goddess in the chapel would flock there without hesitation to receive free food.
, receiving free treatment and calling himself a believer in the hermit.
Because getting comfort is faith, and they need faith.
From this point of view, the closure of Tianxin Church may not be a bad thing for these residents. After all, Linge's financial resources cannot be compared with that of the religious group. There have even been incidents where the seven-day ceremony was interrupted because of the inability to purchase free food.<
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They have gained a more stable faith, and nothing is more important than this.
Although he thought so, the stubborn face of Metien when he was arguing with him suddenly flashed in front of Ringer's eyes. He was suddenly in a trance, and his pace subconsciously slowed down. At this time, a familiar figure came from across the street, concerned.
Asked: "Mr. Ringer, are you okay?"
Ringer came back to his senses and found that the person standing in front of him was patrol policeman Barton, who had sent him a notice in the morning. He still had his eyes squinted with a friendly smile, but his round face was a little rosy, and his body was vaguely...
There was an odor of alcohol. According to regulations, police officers are not allowed to drink alcohol when performing patrol duties. Ringer frowned slightly, took a half step back imperceptibly, and avoided the area where the alcohol smell was present: "I'm fine, thank you.
Your concern, Mr. Button."
"Really?" Barton chuckled and said, "I saw you were in a bad mood, so I asked a question. I must have made a mistake. Please don't take it to heart."
Lin Ge's eyebrows furrowed deeper: "I? I'm in a bad mood?"
"I have such a feeling." Barton said seriously: "You are not the same as usual. Are you worried about the "Religious Decree"? Don't worry, Mr. Ringer, as I said, good people will have good luck...
…”
"That matter has been resolved." Lin Ge interrupted him, with serious eyes and a light but firm tone: "So I am in a good mood now, and that is indeed your illusion."
Also, good people may not have good luck.
He added silently in his mind, and then pressed the brim of his hat: "I have something else to do, so I'll excuse you for now. Mr. Barton, I wish you a smooth patrol tonight."
Then he bypassed the police officers and walked towards his church, leaving Barton stunned and muttering: "Solved? So fast?"
Why does Pastor Ringer sound so relaxed?
But he heard that other churches in Linville City were still making quite a fuss.
It’s really confusing.
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Standing in front of the church door, Ringer did not open the door immediately and enter because he found that his mood was quite uneasy and needed some time to relax. Perhaps it was because Constable Barton's words "Good people will have good luck" stimulated him.
, reminded him of his father, his adoptive father to be precise, a truly good man.
If good people all have good luck, then what does Mr. Yang Ke’s case mean?
The world is more absurd than imagined.
He didn't want to go home and face his sister in this mood, so he took off his hat and stood silently outside the door, planning to recover before entering again. But suddenly Ringo realized something was wrong: someone was talking from behind the door.
sound.
Due to the need to take into account the responsibilities of a residential building, the specifications of Tianxin Church are very simple. When you push the door, you will find the chapel, with a narrow kitchen separated by an aisle at the back. The second floor is the room of Ringe and Metien, as well as the bathroom.
, utility room, etc. Normally, the chapel and kitchen on the first floor are only used by Ringer. Metien stays in his room to prepare for exams and only goes downstairs for three meals or when going out.
But now, Ringer was sure that he recognized Metien's voice from the two people talking behind the door. He could never hear her wrongly after spending time together. As for the other voice, it was also that of a girl, but more lively and lively, like a voice in the afternoon.
The sun is full of vitality.
The content of the conversation between the two gave people a... messy feeling.
An energetic girl’s voice: “…So, I was lucky enough to get a limited edition game console and cassette, and I’m planning to play this so-called cross-generational game masterpiece, “Alice Game”. Let’s take a look.
Is it as powerful as the advertisement said? As a result, I just logged into the game. As soon as I closed and opened my eyes, I found myself here. Now, let me show you the logo of the game company. Isn’t it awesome? Ah, I’m stuck here again.
, move it, move the progress bar!"
Dong-dong, the sound of smashing things.
"Okay, okay, I understand, please calm down, Sister Alice." This was Meridian's voice, and she tried to divert the other party's attention: "By the way, this... game you mentioned, and your
The names are exactly the same?"
A triumphant girl’s voice: “Yes, yes, when I won the prize, the employees at the Game Command Company were as surprised as you! What a coincidence, the player with the exact same name as the game happened to draw a global limited edition, unique
Game consoles and cassettes. Hum, it is no exaggeration to say that this is a fateful choice!"
Destiny? Ringer’s pupils outside the door shrank.
On the other side of the door, Metien asked doubtfully: "Game Command Company? What is that?"
A girlish voice with a rising tone: "Game Instruction Company, Game Instruction pany, or GI for short, is the studio that developed this game. It has a huge background. Let me tell you, don't be surprised: it was developed by Nintendo.
, a studio jointly funded by major game companies such as Sony, Ubisoft, Microsoft, EA, and SE. The purpose of its establishment is to develop the first fully immersive virtual online game in human history, which combines role-playing, exploration and decryption, and action-adventure.
Racing shooting, card battle, traditional turn-based, real-time combat and other game types, the world view is grand, and the holographic level has reached an astonishing 99%! What is the concept of 99%? It’s just like the real world... Eh
?"
The girl's voice suddenly awakened: "I thought of a possibility, I mean it's possible, do you think it's possible that I'm in the game now? And you are the NPC responsible for guiding me?"
Metien laughed awkwardly: "Uh, hahaha, I, I don't understand what it means at all, but it feels so awesome. What are the names of those companies, and this... game you are talking about?" "Of course, after all, it is an epoch-making game masterpiece, and it is co-produced by so many major companies. When the news came out, Ren Dou and Sogou in the forum went crazy, but I don't think they are good people, huh
!"
The voice of an angry girl: "I just posted a question asking why there is no Blizzard, and they called me a fan favorite, and hung me up and scolded me for half a year. Half of the people who responded below called me a bastard, and the other half scolded me.
It’s so dark, ah! It really pisses me off!”
Dong-dong-dong, the sound of smashing the table.
"..."
Meridian's voice was not heard again. She was probably too frightened to speak.