Your universe is so fragile

Chapter 88 Would you shoot at the moon?

After a night of study, Zhang Zicheng found that in terms of learning efficiency, low-dimensional and high-dimensional have their own advantages.

In reality, although I can only read low-dimensional materials through a computer screen, I don’t even have a physical book that I can read at any time.But in low dimensions, any knowledge can be displayed around out of thin air in the form of stereoscopic projection, and any law can be directly presented in front of your eyes, and you can drag the progress bar to reproduce and observe at will.

There is also the portable assistance of strong artificial intelligence. Any doubts and mistakes can be 100% checked and filled and answered without any obstacles. excess psychological stress.

It's just... In terms of application, Zhang Zicheng is a high-dimensional person after all, and a lot of low-dimensional knowledge cannot be directly applied, so he still needs to reproduce it in high-dimensional by himself, and slowly summarize and summarize it.

He was able to directly make the vr neurosensitivity helmet of psionic technology in just two months. Although there are steps of dismantling relying on strong artificial intelligence, it is assembled step by step like reading the manual.But in the process, those physical rules that cannot be realized in high dimensions are also slowly tried and errored out by myself, and I try to get around it.

But Zhang Zicheng is not dissatisfied... To be honest, this is the first time he has experienced the pleasure of learning in more than 20 years.

The main component of this pleasure is of course supernatural. Psychic energy is like a superpower, which fully stimulates the dopamine of an otaku who has watched too many film and television works.And the secondary factor is that he has never learned so "smoothly".

Without the pressure of any 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 properly arranged, and there is no need to worry about every doubt. Someone will Answering questions in a whirlwind way.

Zhang Zicheng turned his head, looked at the sun rising outside the hotel window, got up and stood by the window, opened the window, and stretched.

Well, the air outside the window is full of a choking coal smell, as expected of 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, just lying on the bed, sleeping on her back, in a very heroic sleeping position, and even snoring softly.

Zhang Zicheng shook his head helplessly. As a mere mortal, he had just acquired spiritual powers. He had the ability to stay energetic for more than 20 hours a day with only one hour of sleep. He wished he could stay up all night.

And Di Lulu, the evil god who has survived for countless tens of thousands of years, through the power of Si Chen, obtained the physique that a mortal can sleep to restore energy, and instead slept very sweetly.

Zhang Zicheng put on his cowboy hat and wanted to wake Ti Lulu 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 directly, 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, step by step.

Because his altitude is controlled by the power of will, after all, in reality, there are no stairs in his studio for him to go down.

This caused Zhang Zicheng to cover his mouth when he reached the first floor, feeling dizzy for a while.

The majestic high-dimensional beings can turn their hands into clouds and rain in low dimensions, and they can destroy entire planets with a single breath.

Then when I went downstairs, I was almost vomited by No.1's 3D vertigo.

At this time, there are not many people on the first floor. Those who can get up early are mostly factory or station workers. No one will come to the hotel at this time to eat, drink and have fun. There are only a few sporadic tourists who are also temporarily staying.

"Good morning sir, you look a bit unwell, do you need something?"

Seeing Zhang Zicheng's uncomfortable look, the front desk of the hotel immediately expressed concern.

Zhang Zicheng casually found a chair and sat down, and Gao Wei also sat on a second-hand wooden chair he took out. Then he took a breath, looked at the front desk, and said casually: "What do you have?"

The front desk immediately took an exquisite small list, walked out from the bar, put it on the table in front of Zhang Zicheng, and said with a smile: "We have baked beans, corn salad, buttered bread, and bacon. If these are not to your taste, there is also oatmeal." and milk."

After finishing speaking, he added apologetically: "I'm 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 waiters. This kind of service, even in modern times, is not available in ordinary restaurants, but he has seen it in the so-called wild west.

"Cough cough..."

Seeing this scene, the guests at the other table coughed and signaled the waiter to come over, but the receptionist ignored him and still waited for Zhang Zicheng's order.

Only now did Zhang Zicheng realize that it wasn't the other party's high professionalism, but that he had something to ask of himself as an individual.

Zhang Zicheng didn't point it out, but since low-dimensional food can't be eaten in his stomach, he doesn't need to worry about health issues, so he ordered a food that he was curious about: "Give me some baked beans and buttered bread."

"Okay sir." After the front desk finished speaking, he immediately went to the back kitchen to order, and ignored the other table of guests throughout the whole process.

The complexion of the people at the table suddenly became a little ugly.

Zhang Zicheng didn't pay attention to these little things. He lowered his eyes to rest for a while, while reviewing what he learned last night, while relieving the dizziness he felt when he just went downstairs.

Unexpectedly, not long after reviewing it in my mind, I noticed that someone was sitting across from my desk.

Zhang Zicheng raised his eyes with interest and looked at the person coming.

This person 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, with crooked teeth, looking unhygienic.

"Hello, stranger, I haven't introduced myself yet, my name is Goodman Albert."

Goodman, goodman, a good man, obviously, it sounds like a false name that can no longer be faked, but at least he gave it a code name for others to call him.

At least in pretending to be polite, very polite.

Goodman showed a kind smile. While talking, 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 aimed at Zhang Zicheng, it was not too far away. .

Such a move can have two meanings.The first level is to put weapons on the bright side and eliminate potential threats to oneself.But another meaning is to enhance one's own power on the surface and make oneself look more aggressive, so as to take the initiative in the dialogue.

However, no matter what the intention is, it is obvious that for Zhang Zicheng, it will not have the desired effect.

"Hello, Mr. Goodman, you can call me... Strange."

Zhang Zicheng saw the other party's behavior, and there was a look of interest in his eyes.

Since the other party's seemingly threatening behavior did not actually pose any threat to him, Zhang Zicheng didn't have any anger at being offended, only curiosity about the follow-up plot like watching a movie.

This behavior is almost the same as playing a game and triggering a plot animation.

This is the benefit of the real world. Although it is extremely open and absolutely free to do anything, npc is not a fixed program, and it may overlap and conflict with itself for various reasons at any time.

"Strange? Good name, you are indeed as magical as a wizard."

Goodman raised an eyebrow and a beard, amused by the name 'Strange'.

Obviously, this, like Goodman, 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, although you have just come to this city, your name has already spread. "

"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. But your characteristics are still too obvious—slender hands that have never done rough work, and tender faces that have never been exposed to the sun. , riding a tall horse, with beautiful children... Wow, listen, you seem to have stepped out of a fairy tale."

Goodman seemed surprised by what he said, showing an exaggerated smile: "And such a mysterious figure, who is full of mysteries, has also shown unimaginable abilities... Let a robber go two kilometers away and shoot himself, Let the two horse thieves maintain the fatal wound on the chest for a whole night, but healed up early the next morning without leaving any scars."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help being amazed: "This is not so much witchcraft, it's more like a miracle that God descended on the world!"

Now 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 information about these scattered things at once."

After all, in modern times, when videos are shot and posted online, there will be rumors caused by various malicious interpretations and misinformation.In such an age when most of the information can only be dictated, it is indeed a great skill to figure out all the small things I did yesterday.

Goodman chuckled: "I just have more trustworthy friends..."

"So, what do you want from me?" Zhang Zicheng asked.

Although the things I do do not meet the requirements of playing a low-dimensional ordinary person.But I came to play in low dimension, not to torment myself.

Real ordinary people live in the world and have to deal with countless troubles. Zhang Zicheng deliberately shows some extraordinary things, but he just wants to avoid some boring farce.

Just did not expect, there is a surprise.

Goodman smiled, leaned his upper body slightly forward, and said in a low voice, "My boss, I want to see you."

"Your boss?" Zhang Zicheng asked.

At this moment, the front desk brought the breakfast.

There was only one plate, a simple little mound of crispy-looking chickpeas on the left, and wheat-colored bread evenly buttered and toasted on the right.

Zhang Zicheng picked up the bread and took a sip. The texture of the bread was not very soft, but a little tough, but it was full of wheat flavor, 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 of course surprised, because he didn't expect that the taste of eating in a low-dimensional environment could be so clearly conveyed to his mouth and taste buds.

This is already beyond the scope of VR...

It's a stealth virtual reality game where players won't fall asleep.

In this case, wouldn't I really be able to eat Hesse in the low-dimensional Hu and indulge in pleasure without having to bear any burden and consequences on the body?

But besides being happy, Zhang Zicheng was also a very polite person, and he didn't directly ignore the visitor.

While enjoying the wonderful taste of the food delivered to Gao Wei, he asked, "So, what does your boss want from me?"

Goodman looked at the other person eating and felt a little hungry, but he still said: "He wants to invite you to be a guest at his house...to discuss some things about occultism. He is very interested in this and is willing to spend Great money for your knowledge."

"Sorry, not available."

Zhang Zicheng was obviously a little disappointed with the opponent's purpose. He thought it was some kind of plot character, but it turned out to be just an errand boy.

As for that Henry Carlos, Zhang Zicheng didn't know about it, nor was he interested in it.

When he came to the west, he chose the city as his first stop because it was the starting point for receiving the reward.

My real purpose is to experience the life of a bounty hunter, appreciate cowboy duels, and kill a few gangsters by imitating the heroes in the movie.There are also tents, carriage rides, camping, and an immersive journey to the wild west.

As for the so-called big men in the city...

Come on, the low-dimensional US president is also meaningless.

Goodman narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with a smile: "It seems that you don't know how much my boss is willing to bid for this..."

He paused every word: "That is definitely a sum, a huge price."

However, Zhang Zicheng interrupted the other party, waved his hand, and summoned the front desk clerk who had warmly entertained him just now, and asked, "How much are these foods?"

The waiter was taken aback, and wanted to subconsciously ask the price, but looking into Zhang Zicheng's eyes, he was at a loss for some reason, and then, as if blessed to his heart, he said, "No money!"

Zhang Zicheng chuckled, and took another mouthful of baked beans. The salty taste and crispy outside and tender inside were very pleasant.

He muttered: "There is no free breakfast in the world, and you are so enthusiastic... But I just didn't bring any money, so let me tell you what you want."

The waiter was overjoyed immediately, he was a little excited, and even tremblingly said: "I...my mother is sick, she is very sick, I lent her money to buy a panacea, but she coughed even worse, so...so , I inadvertently inquired about your deeds last night, so I wanted to ask you, do you have any prescriptions?"

As he said that, he hurriedly added: "I will give the money! Although I don't have one for the time being, my house can be sold, and I can borrow it again..."

Zhang Zicheng shook his head, holding his hands a little in the air. Not only the two of them, but even the people at the next table could clearly see some golden lights flickering.

Then, he looked at the waiter and said with a smile: "Go home and have a look, your mother should have recovered..."

"Ah?" The waiter was taken aback. He was just trying it with the attitude of a dead horse and a living horse doctor, 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 chest made him worry 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 this breakfast that costs less than a few cents? You used witchcraft?"

Although he was surprised in his attitude, he seemed very disapproving in his tone.

Obviously, he didn't believe what Zhang Zicheng just said at all, thinking that the other party was deliberately teasing the waiter, so that he could take the opportunity to run away and eat Bawang's meal.

Zhang Zicheng wiped his mouth, stood up, and said with a smile, "Sorry, money doesn't mean anything to me."

Goodman sharpened his eyes, and said with the same smile: "Really? Then, may I ask, is your daughter meaningful to you?"

"Ah?" Zhang Zicheng was also taken aback, his reaction was exactly the same as that of the waiter just now, and he almost thought he heard it wrong.

Seeing the other party's reaction, Goodman suddenly felt as if he was sitting on a Diaoyutai. With a sneer, he picked up the pistol on the table, played it in a circle, and said, "Although I don't know, I don't know what kind of tricks you played the whole time. I don’t believe in that, but I can’t help the rich believe it, so that’s how I treat you nicely.”

As he said that, his expression became colder: "But don't get me wrong, think that I am also a fool, who will believe everything after listening to two rumors. I only believe in the gun in my hand and the money in my pocket."

"Oh." Zhang Zicheng didn't know if it was possible, but he had completely lost interest in this person.

Goodman let Zhang Zicheng pass him by without stopping, but said again: "Just by looking at your delicate skin and tender flesh, you can tell that you are just a chick who has never suffered."

He turned his 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 an 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 soundly asleep, and pointed their guns at such a lovely girl.

"I think, you'd better go obediently with us, how about you and me?" Goodman turned his head and tried to invite the other party in a gentle tone for the last time.

However, Zhang Zicheng was silent.

After thinking for a while, he suddenly asked Goodman a nonsensical question.

"Have you tried shooting at the moon at night?"

Goodman was taken aback by this question, and frowned, "I never do that kind of stupid thing."

Zhang Zicheng nodded with satisfaction: "You know it's a stupid thing to shoot at the moon."

"Because your current behavior is similar."

Following Zhang Zicheng's words, Di Lulu on the second floor suddenly opened her eyes.

(End of this chapter)