Your universe is so fragile

Chapter 108 The Meaning of the Pocket

Although Zhang Zicheng had already explored the nearby rooms through Xiaowu's eyes, he still felt incredible.

In the interstitial space, not every room has the original size, their size is uncertain, the shape is uncertain, and the material of the building is also uncertain.

Sometimes a room is so small that you can only crawl through it, and sometimes it is so large that it looks like a square, and you can see the entrances and windows of countless other rooms, as if you are standing under a tall building-but in fact you are still in a large closed room among.

After Zhang Zicheng went upstairs along a spiral staircase, he discovered that the room above turned out to be a swimming pool with a children's slide.

The most important thing is that the swimming pool is not sealed, and the water should flow down the edge of the room, but Zhang Zicheng didn't see any water stains downstairs.He also deliberately stared at the water flowing out of the room, watching them disappear into mid-air.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Zicheng narrowed his eyes slightly, realizing that the interstices are more special than he imagined.

Referring to the description of the empty ring again, perhaps each room here seems to be connected by steps or tunnels, but their states in time and space may exist independently.

Shaking his head, this is beyond Zhang Zicheng's cognition. Staring at the phenomenon can only see the appearance, and there is no need to delve into it for the time being.

Then Zhang Zicheng walked through the room on the edge of the swimming pool, drilled into the tunnel in the middle of the flat wall, and left the room.

And in the next room, which looked like a large flat floor of an office building without any decoration, Zhang Zicheng did not move on.

He walked slowly among the symmetrical load-bearing columns in this room, and said, "I have some questions to ask you."

Then, with the ears strengthened by spiritual energy, I immediately heard the sound of sudden rapid breathing behind the last load-bearing pillar in the front right.

What Zhang Zicheng said was naturally a language that had been translated systematically. The feeling of speaking this language made Zhang Zicheng a little strange.

On the one hand, it is somewhat similar to sticky language, on the other hand, every time a syllable is spoken, one's own psionic energy will have some subtle and imperceptible amplitudes.

This amplitude is not violent, just like someone playing a guitar next to a glass of water, and the sound is transmitted on the surface of the water without ripples.

The curly-haired man felt that he couldn't escape, and he didn't hide any more. Panting tiredly, he walked out from behind the pillar supporting the load-bearing pillar.

His head was covered with sweat after strenuous exercise, and he said tiredly, "You...you are the owner of that crow? How did you know I'm here?"

After finishing speaking, the curly-haired man heard a rattling sound suddenly coming from behind him. He looked back in astonishment, and found that the crow with devil eyes was bouncing leisurely on the ground, its paws and the floor making waves. The crisp sound, followed by a flap of wings, returned to Zhang Zicheng's shoulder.

Self-evident, it turned out that the crow had been secretly following him.

The curly-haired man sighed helplessly, and sat down on the ground decadently.

But at this moment, he finally noticed the tattered clothes on Zhang Zicheng's body, and his eyes lit up: "Huh? Can you come in with clothes on?"

Zhang Zicheng raised his eyebrows when he heard this. He remembered that Konghuan said that it was the space-time pocket technology that could not pass through dead objects, that is, the design flaws of the Pan people themselves.

But judging from what this man meant, the other party entered the gap space, and couldn't even wear dead objects?

The curly-haired man didn't care what Zhang Zicheng was thinking, and wanted to stand up at first, but after he didn't have to run away, he almost lost all his strength. He changed from sitting to crawling forward, and finally even fell on the ground weakly panting.

"Well... do you have any food? Anyway, no matter what you want to know, I'm starving. Before answering your question, at least don't let the person being questioned starve to death?"

Zhang Zicheng thought for a while, then tore off a strip of cloth from the already damaged clothes, wrapped it around the opponent's waist, and returned to the original room as if carrying goods.

"Wait... Please be gentle, it hurts so much, it hurts! I'm going to be cut in half..."

The curly-haired man screamed, but he had no choice. Zhang Zicheng didn't want to hug a naked man.

After returning to the original room, Zhang Zicheng was taken aback.

Because there is nothing here except the blood left by the curly-haired man.

The empty ring is gone...it's a small thing.

Zhang Zicheng directed Xiao Wu to explore around the room, but Xiao Wu never disappeared from the beginning to the end.

The pocket of time and space is also gone.

Zhang Zicheng frowned slightly.

Now it's a little troublesome... Could it be that I'm going to be trapped in this kind of place too?

At this moment, with sensitive ears, Zhang Zicheng heard the movement from another room.

He leaned over to take a look, and found that the hollow ring was in the next room, collecting all the residues left by her when she lived here last week.

Bones are the most, some animal bones and some fish bones, followed by carbon, which is obviously what remains after the wood was burned.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Zicheng asked out loud.

Kong Huan was taken aback. Seeing that it was Zhang Zicheng, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said casually, "I'm collecting plant ash! The original room is now full of blood. I want to try cleaning it with plant ash and water."

Zhang Zicheng raised his eyebrows, and said strangely: "Where is the space-time pocket? You can move it. Since you can move it, why do you need to clean it up? Why don't you just change the room?"

The empty ring suddenly revealed, "You don't understand, don't you?" ', raised his hand, shook his fingers and said, "That's not the same, although there are many rooms, but after opening the pocket, there is only one room of the earth, it is very precious."

After she finished speaking, she shrugged her shoulders and said as if it was a matter of course: "Besides, the time-space pocket can be moved, otherwise why is it called a pocket? Why not just call it a time-space gate?"

Makes sense.

The original meaning of the pocket is portability.

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"Don't blame me for concealing it... Didn't you still trust me before and took ten tubes of blood for testing? I also want to keep some cards, otherwise I will only cry if I am wiped out by others. "

As Kong Huan said, he touched the bag on his head, made a "hiss—" air-breathing sound, and said angrily, "You are so ruthless! Didn't it just make you worry? You have done it several times before. Threatening my life, I didn't say anything."

Zhang Zicheng shook his head and sighed: "It's no wonder that I haven't seen you and worried that your compatriots will chase you. It turns out that after opening the space-time pocket in each room, it leads to different worlds, and you have already moved away..."

There was a trace of loneliness in Konghuan's eyes: "Yes... But most of the rooms are just ordinary vacuums after opening. The universe is really too open. It is unbelievably lucky to be able to open to a planet that is suitable for human existence. .”

In front of the two of them, the curly-haired man was wearing Zhang Zicheng's spare clothes, holding a steamed bun and stuffing it into his mouth frantically.

"Cough cough cough!!"

He choked without any accident, and Zhang Zicheng was very straightforward, pushing his palm on his abdomen, knocking his feet off the ground, and hitting the wall with a bang.

The steamed bun in his mouth was pushed out by the air squeezed by his lungs, and he seemed to be about to spit out his soul. He lay limp on the ground with his eyes turned white. It seemed that he was not choking to death, but was about to be beaten to death by Zhang Zicheng.

"Aren't you? I didn't use much strength?"

Zhang Zicheng didn't even use his psychic powers, just pure physical quality, he didn't expect the other party's weight to be lighter than expected.

"I... I feel like I just saw the Holy Light."

After a long while, the curly-haired man regained his composure, and now he drank water and ate steamed buns, chewing slowly, it seemed that he was not in such a hurry to eat.

After enjoying the starchy and sweet white flour steamed buns, the curly-haired man let out a long sigh of relief, lay down on the ground, and said softly, "Ah, it turns out that being full is such a happy thing."

Before Zhang Zicheng could ask a question, he got up from the ground, put his left hand on his chest, put his right hand on his back, his left foot back, his right foot forward, and his upper body slightly bowed, showing what seemed to be a standard etiquette. He introduced himself: "Your Majesty, the son of Argonne, the lord of the Shira River, Algonson Rego, I salute you."

Zhang Zicheng wrote lightly: "You can call me Si Chen."

In this way, the self-introduction session ended immediately, and Zhang Zicheng asked straight to the point: "Did you use magic before?"

"Magic? What's that?"

Lei Ge didn't know why, so he shook his head and said: "What I use is a miracle. Through the memory of the god's story, the earthly world echoes the legendary scene."

Isn't it magic?To be honest, when Zhang Zicheng saw the other party's spellcasting, it was exactly the same as the spellcasting in the game. He thought it was some kind of world that had interacted with the earth.

But it seems that it may just be a coincidence in the way it is presented.

Zhang Zicheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and said bluntly, "You can teach me how to use it."

Lei Ge blinked: "Teach...teach you? But you don't believe in our gods, I'm afraid you can't concretize the legend into reality."

"It's okay, I'm just curious about the principle." Zhang Zicheng said calmly.

Although he was originally only a painter, but now, the more he knows through learning, the more curious he is about unfamiliar knowledge systems.

Although logically speaking, Zhang Zicheng's knowledge about the Earth, the Galactic Empire, or the Pan people are all at the layman's level.But this kind of route that does not require memorization and relies entirely on practice, he likes it very much, and is even a little addicted.

Currently, as a craftsman, Zhang Zicheng does not need to understand the most cutting-edge knowledge in these civilizations.Sometimes he just reproduces it in reality according to other people's plan first. If there is no problem, he will not learn much.But as long as there is a problem, he will check step by step which step is incompatible with the laws of physics, or if there is an error in his own design, this is the process of his greatest cognitive improvement.

Generally speaking, this kind of learning process cannot be reproduced by others, because other people's actual operation process is stuck, that is, it is really stuck, and it may take countless hours of research to solve this problem.And Zhang Zicheng doesn't need it... because he still has a system.

Although the system is still in the stage of learning the real physics step by step, at least it is more than enough to guide Zhang Zicheng's problems.

However... this learning method, after facing the 'magic' behind Rego, finally encountered a problem.

Lei Ge's so-called manifestation technique is really not complicated to teach.In fact, he told Zhang Zicheng vividly about the legends he had memorized, including the psychology of the characters and the description of the scenery.

Only after the memorization is complete, can all the details of a legend come to mind all the time, this is the basis for casting spells... Then it depends on the inner recognition of the story, one's own beliefs, and one's desire to fulfill it The introductory phrase for the episode.

Logically speaking, this is much simpler than the more complex and systematic physics and mechanical engineering that Zhang Zicheng studied in the past.

And for Zhang Zicheng, the first step is not difficult, because that kind of simple reciting, the brain strengthened by psionic energy, even if it is not a photographic memory, it can be remembered after listening to it two or three times.

The problem is... identification with the story.

Zhang Zicheng couldn't even figure out what the so-called identification meant.Who can have a sense of identity with such a messy story?
For example, the revenge lightning used by Rego before, the protagonist of the story is the right angel of the God of Vengeance, but he was still a mortal at that time.

The mortal name of the right angel is Jia Ran. Excluding all psychological descriptions, the overall plot is: Jia Ran’s father felt that Jia Ran was a hopeless and lawless dude, so he sent guards to take him to the countryside, but concealed the truth. He was asked to work like a farmer so as to understand the hard work of ordinary people.

However, Garan suffered inhumane torture in this countryside - the specific process was that he was not believed to be the son of the duke, he was not given free food, and he was asked to do farm work and dig out cow dung by himself.

During this process, he wrote down the humiliation in his heart in detail. He only used two sentences for the work, and the pain in his heart was almost three thousand words.

At the same time, he fell in love with the village chief's daughter, confessed to her but was insulted again—the specific process is that although you are a village girl with freckles on your face and an imperfect figure, you are already the best here Girl, I want you to serve me, save me, ease my pain, be my helper and savior.When I return to the Duke's mansion, I will definitely let you be my personal maid.

In the end, due to the cooling of the weather, Jia Ran sold the firewood he chopped for money. He didn't have enough storage, and when he went to chop firewood in the cold wind and heavy snow, he fell into the water and died tragically in the icy river.

The anger and hatred in his heart attracted the attention of the God of Vengeance, so the other party gained indescribable divine power at once, and killed all those who 'insulted' him with the Thunder of Vengeance.

Zhang Zicheng listened to Lei Ge's narration with a sense of empathy, a look of revenge, and a happy face, which made everyone numb.

What the hell kind of thing can be substituted into this kind of story?
Besides, from the beginning to the end, it was almost all done by Garan himself, right?I clearly focused the whole time, as if I didn't hear any real plot of persecution except for the ridicule of the surrounding villagers when Garan claimed to be the son of the Duke?

Just this crap, can it also be used as a legend of Vengeful Thunder?
To tell the truth, Zhang Zicheng thought it was some plot about the return of the Dragon King at first... How can I imagine, that's all?
Looking at Lei Ge's happy face, Zhang Zicheng lowered his head and thought for a moment.

Then he said softly: "Rego, we have a similar story on Earth, see if it's useful..."

"Once upon a time there was a son-in-law who was humiliated at home..."

(End of this chapter)