Daydream Theatre

It was like a strange play. I followed Ms Mistie to her parents' tombstone. Before this, I hadn't observed for myself what kind of tombstone it was. The director kept telling me to get closer to see what was going on, and I kept seeing all kinds of shells flying past my field of view.

I could understand the curiosity of the audience, but somehow in this place a feeling of pity and sadness rose up in me, as if there were some magic in this place called the Cemetery.

However, I saw some of the audience's comments, such as "I really don't know why I can commemorate the dead like this!", "This erected stone seems like that thing …", "If the dead people also have a world, I might as well dig it out and take a look!". In that case. It was only then that I realized that perhaps even the most perfect virtual reality could not mimic the real world, because it was only when I was standing here that I knew clearly that I was actually standing here, in front of the two dead people. As for those spectators who went into the Access Chair to watch the show, they clearly knew that they were thousands of miles away, so they could say whatever they wanted.

"I'm so ashamed of you!" I shielded them. Then I saw the Ms Mistie pointing at the flowers in front of the tombstones that were closer to each other than the other tombstones. "These are the flowers my father sent to my mother before." I saw that they were still very dazzling — and of course, these were fake flowers. Since Mistie had already bought the tomb, he was afraid that she couldn't afford those real flowers either.

"True... It's pretty! " I didn't know what to say.

I felt a cold wind blowing. My faith from before wavered a little, because I felt as if there was something strange coming from a foreign land, as if that world was sending me a subtle greeting. I don't want to know. I'm afraid I'll find something that can't be explained by science.

Mistie poured two boxes of ingots into a round hole in front of the tombstone — — Presumably, this was a specially made round hole, as it was used to burn this money to the dead.

Contrary to my expectations, she didn't immediately ignite the ingot. Instead, she took out a small object from her bosom. It seemed to be some sort of box.

"It's a stereo." "The kind that can play music."

"Yes, it's a very ancient item." I used to have one when I was a kid, but since the digital system could mimic all musical sounds, it's been a rare thing to create music.

She pressed a button, and I heard some kind of ineffable chant, accompanied by a tiny tapping, as if it were hitting wood. I could not understand the words at all, but it was clear that they were repeating some strange melody, as if they were never ending.

"This is called hyperdrive." Ms Mistie was obviously conducting some kind of mysterious ceremony, "I will bless father and mother by going to the other side and reincarnating as soon as possible."

After about ten minutes of reading, she finally counted the paper money. I saw the glow of the fire that lit up the cemetery, and I backed away in fear. After all, I didn't see much fire.

"Do you really believe that your parents will get the money?"

"It's not a question of whether I believe you or not," Ms Mistie said as she knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the tombstone.

"But as you say, most of the dead people in this world are poor after death!" I thought.

"This is none of my business. I just hope that my parents can be rich and happy in the underworld and then reincarnate as soon as possible."

"So this is some kind of reincarnation?"

"I'm afraid that no one knows about reincarnation anymore." "After death, everyone will bear the penalty for the debts they have committed while alive in hell. Of course, if they are saints, they can be immediately reborn into adulthood."

"So what's the use of paper money if you're going to be punished?"

"Those who are alive will still care about the dead and if they can act, they will be punished in part. This is what I believe, because I often dream about my father. "

"Did he speak to you?"

"Dreams are very vague. But I knew that the more pious and burning more paper money I gave my father, the lighter his punishment would be. The more clearly he is in my dream, the more clearly he is in my dream. Dad told me earlier that Mom appeared in his dream. "

I felt more and more out of place. I wanted to know what the audience was thinking, so I opened the screen, and as I expected, there were more and more messages, as if they were all very interested in these weird 'prehistoric' rituals and the idea of reincarnation. At this moment, the director also yelled next to my ear, "Not bad, this episode's candidate was really right. The Access Rate has already reached a new high since the start of the broadcast!"

I looked at Ashes slowly drifting in the air, and the image of the Ms Mistie seemed to become more and more blurred. A person with such a strange faith like her, would she sacrifice her own time for some 'mortal' thing? Does it count as a kind of debt to sacrifice one's own time to satisfy one's own needs?

"Ms Mistie?" I saw that she seemed to have gotten out of her trance, and blankly stared at the tombstone without moving, "Ms Mistie? You haven't answered my question yet, about... Between your father Allen and that star Emma … What exactly happened? "

"I think you're not really Emma's fan," she suddenly revealed a sly smile. "Like I said before, Emma personally killed my father. But she's going to be out of jail soon. "

"Out of prison?" I took a careful look at the audience's comments, "But everyone said that Emma did not intentionally kill people. "I don't know if you have any evidence for that?"

"Evidence?" She snorted, "Could it be that just because Emma is a big star, he can erase all the evidence? Mr Latimer, do you know of the 'VIP Protection Law'? "

I know, of course, that in our time, if important people make a significant contribution to society, they can be relieved of the punishment they deserve.

I nodded. I kept looking at the barrage of bullets, and there were a lot of people who started swearing. Obviously, they were Emma's loyal fans.

"But this law seems to be tailored for entertainment stars. Over the years, have you ever seen people who really contribute to society protected by this law? Most of the people who are protected are just celebrities who are flirting in front of the screen! "

I saw that the comments section had exploded. Dense characters were blocking my view, so I had to close it again. "I don't know about that. But even with this law, there's no way to shelter a murderer, is there? "So …"

"This is the reason why I wanted to use Time Capsule. According to the law, after Emma was released from prison due to manslaughter, no one had the right to appeal against his crimes again. But right now, there are only three days until Emma comes out of prison. " She stood up, and I saw a pair of eyes, shining like sharp knives, staring straight at me.

I couldn't help but step back once again. "Ms Mistie, since you're so sure, there must be something wrong with this case?"

"Do you know what they say in the media?"

"Well, I don't think I do."

"My father has loved my mother all his life. He would never do something like that!"

"What …" "What kind of thing?"

"The reason why Emma was convicted of manslaughter was because she claimed that she had been molested by Allen. That was why she accidentally pushed Allen into the Greenbird Bay."

"Are you talking about the Greenbird Bay?" I didn't know what to ask. I heard the director curse again. Can I ask you some key points? It was indeed the Greenbird Bay that found the Green Peacock that we thought had gone extinct.

She also seemed to think that I wasn't asking the important question, so she didn't answer: "Obscene? How could she say something like that? "At that time, my father was already seventy years old. How could he possibly have such an interest in her?"

"But that's the verdict, isn't it?"

"Because no one was at the scene of the accident, you have to listen to her side of the story?"

"Then what evidence do you have to deny that?"

"Of course I'll show you." She seemed to have a plan, sweeping the charred paper on the ground into the box, "Can you send me to the Greenbird Bay now?"

"Now?" Having just witnessed a bizarre and extraordinary sacrificial ceremony, I feel that the current 'plot' is developing a little too quickly.

"Of course, I don't have much time left."

With the permission of the director, Mistie and I officially went to the Greenbird Bay: "I still have another question … about that paper burning ceremony. "

"What kind of questions?" Her mind was obviously no longer on this. She was staring out of the window in a daze.

"We all know that the quality of this world is conserved, so isn't the ashes of the paper money just now telling us that they did not reach another world? Otherwise, how could there be ashes? "

"That's a stupid question," she said, turning to me, and I saw the strange smile on her face.

"Therefore... So, Ashes' soul reached your father's world? "

"Of course." She said it as surely as if she had been in and out of two worlds.

"Ms Mistie, can I ask you a personal question?"

"Since I'm willing to be on this live broadcast, I'm willing to answer any questions."

"What I want to ask is, are you married? Do you have children of your own? "

It would be her turn to be surprised. "Ah? Why do you ask? "

"I just want to know more about you."

"Why?"

"There's no specific reason. I'm just curious."

"Then may I not answer?"

I threw up my hands. "You don't have to answer."

But she answered anyway, "No. Since I have no other half, I have no children. I just want to get this straight. "

I looked at her stubborn face and felt a twinge of apprehension. Although the proportion of unmarried people in this era was already very high, everyone wanted to have their own children. This was not a complicated legal process... I wanted to ask more questions about her personally, but the director's annoying voice said again, "You're out of focus again! The audience was not interested in her! Remember that all problems have to revolve around Emma, is that clear? "

I nodded as I relaunched the barrage of bullets, and saw that quite a few people had sent messages to me — "Are the live broadcasters in love with her?", "I don't know what this old woman likes.", "Our Emma is ten thousand times prettier than her", "When did the live broadcasters marry her?

Although the content was somewhat unpleasant, I was actually quite happy that for the first time, as someone who carried a camera and never appeared in front of it, I was being watched.

No, of course I didn't like the woman in front of me. Because I know love is not a kind of love.