Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 1061: Let’s watch a movie together?
Linger took great effort to pull the bat off his body and saved his neck from her teeth. When the bat landed, it still stared at Linger fiercely, trying to dig a few pieces of meat from him with its eyes. But the young man then reminded her that it was almost dinner time, and since the Countess had left first, if she didn't go back early, I couldn't guarantee what would appear on the table.

Some not-so-pleasant memories suddenly emerged in the little bat's mind. She shuddered, uttered a few harsh words, turned around and hurriedly left the park, vowing to save her dinner from her grandmother - it would be fine to leave the vegetables and fruits to the stupid Shaymi, vampires are supposed to eat meat!

Before she left, Lingge followed the usual practice of asking the next person about their location, and as expected, he got a clue from Leticia: before entering the park, she saw Olvera walking northwest, as if she had entered a very large building.

It was indeed where Olvera would stay.

The young man stood there, watching the little bat's back go away, until it disappeared into the woods and the end of the starlight, then he retracted his gaze, followed the original path out of the park, and walked towards the library described by Leticia. Lingge didn't know much about the city planning of the other world, but there seemed to be many public and leisure buildings in the northwest area of ​​the city, but most of them had been destroyed, leaving only the eerie ruins bleak under the starlight. However, there were a few buildings that retained a relatively intact appearance, and although no one entered or left, they were still able to maintain normal operation.

For example, the building in front of Lingge is similar to the shopping mall he visited before. There is a large square outside the entrance. From the scale, one can vaguely imagine the bustling scene of crowds and noisy voices in the past. But now it is empty. Bricks, street lights, benches and even fountains are broken into pieces. There are also a few small carts that seem to sell snacks in the square. Through the transparent glass windows, the only food that young people can recognize is ice cream, pudding, egg tarts and a kind of sausage. In addition, there are those golden, small candies, but unlike ordinary maltose or cane sugar, their skin looks crispy, as if syrup will burst out when bitten.

Of course, these are all Ling's guesses. After all, he can't read the alien language, so he doesn't know what is written on the sign. It might be a good choice to try it yourself, but these snacks look intact on the outside, are they really edible? From the time they were created, this may be the food with the longest shelf life in the entire universe, right? Ling didn't want to risk getting a stomachache to check whether they were still within the shelf life. Besides, he didn't have the money.

Walking up the steps to the main entrance of the building, the prosperity and luxury of the aliens once again surprised the young man, because the steps he walked on were wide enough to accommodate three carriages moving side by side. They were even built with the whitest and finest alabaster. These stones, which would show annual ring textures in the sun, were only used on a large scale in the temples of the seven gods or the official residences of the capital in the Kingdom of Greater Britta. They included a whole glass curtain wall, pure steel supporting structures, etc. But here, they were a common part of the lives of the aliens.

Walking in from the main entrance, it was still an open hall. The aliens seemed to have no concept of space, and they wanted to build all the buildings to a size that even giants could move freely. Judging from the counter-like shape and the screen hanging behind it with flowing digital information, this was most likely a ticket window, just like the ticket windows of a circus or theater, only more luxurious. On the walls on both sides of the ticket window, there was even a huge crystal screen that was large enough to cover the entire wall, flashing and playing various images.

Linger paused for a moment to appreciate the drama culture of the other world. He saw stories including but not limited to: a story about an interstellar fleet sailing in the vast universe but being involved in a war between two ancient empires; a story about some people who looked like pioneers accidentally drifting to a deserted planet, struggling desperately for survival, and even scheming against each other; a story about a group of superhumans with incredible powers fighting in the universe. Well, it was a very simple plot, without any profound connotations. Even Linger, who couldn't understand the language of the other world, could easily understand the story from the pictures, but the pictures it presented were very... cool. Yes, that's right, it was the adjective that Alice often mentioned, cool. Planets were annihilated with a wave of their hands and feet, and creatures that were larger than the alien disaster beasts were as weak as babies in front of them. Linger felt that even just watching these cool special effects was worth the price of the ticket.

All the scripts are related to elements such as the universe, the stars, and exploration, which are in line with the background that alien civilizations are expanding into the universe. The only thing that makes Ling Ge feel strange is that no matter what the subject matter of the story is, interstellar exploration, planetary survival, or even superhuman wars with cool special effects that have destroyed countless parallel universes, they are all inevitably related to love in the end, and are also full of extremely complicated triangles, multiple angles, misunderstandings, entanglements, betrayals, reconciliations, amnesia... and other completely illogical plots.

In this regard, Lingge could only sigh that the people from other worlds were indeed full of emotions, and their love was sometimes so strong that it didn't seem like a real thing.

Walking along an aisle, the room was divided into rooms of different sizes, a bit like the structure of a theater. Linger randomly chose one and walked into it. The dark seats were spread out in a staircase. At the end, a familiar image was playing on the huge crystal screen. It seemed to be one of the dramas Linger saw on the screen outside, but the plot was more complete and the sound was clearer. The characters in the picture spoke an incomprehensible language and played their respective roles in a transparent world. The stage setting and props were so real that it seemed as if the story played out in it had really happened. The frequently changing characters and scenes caused the light to flicker, hitting the young man's cheeks and eyes, reflecting a pale scene.

Linger looked around the room, which should be called a screening room, but he didn't find Olvera, so he turned and left. Before leaving the room, he took a last look. The plot on the screen was reaching its climax. The person who seemed to be the protagonist resolutely stood in front of the villain's gun in order to protect his companions, and then-

Ouch!
It was not the sound of a gunshot, but the sound of a young man closing the door. He was not interested in the following plot. Although many classic plays in the Mirror Star World have scenes of the protagonist sacrificing for the sake of justice, and are often regarded as classics, perhaps because there are too many poor imitators and countless similar plots, they have become boring. The aliens also think so, so Alice once said that if modern literary works want to win the love of the audience, whether it is a game, a movie, a novel or any other genre, the most important rule is the "Law of Immortality of the Protagonist".

No matter how powerful the enemy is, no matter how difficult the battle is, no matter how absolute the situation is, the protagonist can fail, can be depressed, or even be knocked down for a while, but he must never die. Instead, he must rely on his own will and belief to overcome numerous obstacles and lead his companions to create an impossible miracle - the so-called Happy Ending.

So the power of the aliens must be very strong, to support their unshakable belief in this idea and to reflect it in all aspects of literary creation. In contrast, the Mirror Star people are much more fragile, they will fail, become depressed, be defeated, and of course die.

Lingge walked through one screening room after another. Every time he pushed open the door, he would see a different story: war, disaster, sacrifice, courage, unity, heroism, and indispensable love. But he was just a passerby, destined not to stay for too long, just like the raindrops would not stay for too long on the branches. He hurriedly passed through each story that was more fragile than a dream, and walked into the screening room at the end of the corridor, which was also the last screening room.

This is the largest screening room. Judging from the visual, it can accommodate a thousand people at the same time. It is not inferior to the National Theater in the capital, Lunweiting. But it is really strange. Why would I compare them? After all, one is the pride of the Kingdom of Great Britta, while the other is just a building that can be seen everywhere in the other world. There is no comparison at all. Linger looked at the row of seats that spread down in a ladder-like manner. In the dark tide that was shining with cold light due to the flickering screen, he found the girl he was looking for. She was sitting in the center of the entire screening room, staring at the image on the screen, watching it intently, and one hand kept stuffing something into her mouth. Linger walked closer and found that she was holding a paper bucket in her arms. In the bucket were the snacks he had seen in the square before - the kind of golden candies with crispy skin. When they were stuffed into Olvera's lips, the young man was sure that he heard a very clear click.

It was indeed very crispy.

he thought to himself, and then asked, "What are you doing, Olvera?"

Her Royal Highness Princess Bemang unconsciously replied: "Lingge, shut up and don't bother me."

"..."

Lingge was speechless for a moment, but didn't say anything. He sat down beside Avra ​​and watched the video on the screen with her. It was amazing that this was a story that didn't involve the universe, the stars, war, heroism and other popular elements. Its theme was love, and only love.

Under the pink and orange sunset, the tide gently lapped the half-moon-shaped beach, and the fine sand like stars sparkled in the dusk with more beautiful colors than real gems and pearls. The evening breeze, reefs, shells, hermit crabs, and swaying coconut trees, the beautiful heroine walked barefoot on the soft and warm beach, with her hands behind her back, and a pair of sandals on her fingers were shaking with her naughty steps. Oh, by the way, her hair that was longer than her waist and fell straight like a waterfall was originally pure gold, but under the gorgeous sunset, it gradually blended into a nearly transparent white gold, that is - the hair color of Olvera.

The young man with short silver-gray hair and bright golden eyes—don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about Lingge, but the male protagonist in the play—followed behind her, looking at his lover with a loving, gentle, and cautious look. His sight was so focused that it seemed as if he couldn't see anything else.

So, as a matter of course, logically, and with the possibility of deliberateness, he was tripped by a shell that was perhaps not even as big as his toe. The sound of his fall startled the heroine in front of him, who turned around and saw this scene with fear and turned pale. She ran over desperately, half-knelt in front of the hero, and carefully cared for her lover's wound with the most pitying expression, the most distressed tone, and the most impeccable posture - as if it was actually the hero's toe that was kicked, not the innocent little shell.

At this moment, the hero smiled wickedly (sorry, Lingge did not mean to disgust himself with such words, but he really could not think of a better description), took out a sparkling diamond ring from his pocket, and presented it to the heroine in the sunset. The heroine covered her mouth with both hands, opened her eyes wide, with an expression as if she was in a dream, unbelievable, and moved to the point of wanting to cry - not wanting to, she had already started crying.

Are the tear glands of aliens like the switch of a faucet? Just turn it and the water will keep flowing?
"..."

The young man looked away, unable to bear it. When he turned around, he saw that Olvera was crying like the heroine on the screen. She took out a handkerchief from somewhere and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes while muttering to herself, "It's so touching. The hero and heroine experienced five car accidents, three amnesias, twelve breakups, and two alien invasions, but they still stubbornly guarded their love and got together... Woo woo woo, how can there be such a beautiful love in the world..."

Ling Ge: “…”

How do you understand the plot? And don't you think their love journey is too bumpy? The car accident and amnesia are fine, but what about the alien invasion at the end? In the end, can't they still escape the routine of war and heroism?
Seeing the young man's indifferent look, Avra ​​was disappointed, disdainful, and even a little annoyed: "It's such a beautiful love, aren't you moved at all, Lingge? I, I misjudged you, you cold-blooded guy!"

Ling Ge: “…”

I always feel like I should say something at this moment, but the situation is so subtle that I can't even utter a word.

The literary and artistic works of people from other worlds are amazing, aren’t they?
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