This Game Is Too Realistic

Although she had seen cars before, Dora was still surprised when she sat in the iron box. She touched and looked at it, as if she wanted to understand how this thing moved.

Seeing this guy making such a fuss, Ye Shi couldn't help but complain.

"By the way, you've even flown on a starship capable of hyperspace navigation. What's so special about this gadget?"

Dora was stunned for a while before she realized what the starship was, and then whispered.

"Starship...is it worse than this?"

The little koala, who was strapped in the passenger seat, made a helpless sound.

"This is probably the worst time the Orion has been hacked."

"Hug, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that-"

"I know," Ye Shi sighed as he watched Dora being hurriedly explained, "I think about it...it seems like we have to start with the most basic common sense."

Perhaps after returning to Shuguang City, he should go to the bookstore and buy a set of primary school Chinese textbooks.

Although psychic energy is a convenient communication tool, lack of common sense is also a big problem.

A group of cars stopped at the entrance of Camp Rowell.

This former military base has now been transformed into an old-era museum for tourists to visit.

The half-man-high stone tablet inserted at the door is engraved with what happened here——

A general named Lowell made "unremarkable achievements" in the ice and snow.

Later generations gave him mixed reviews.

Some people think that his idea was wrong, but his execution was wrong. Moreover, the clay later also played some role, and it was not as useless as General Lowell's opponents said.

But some people think that he is a paranoid tyrant, a gambler who insists on his own way, fantasizing that he is an omnipotent savior, killing people who don't deserve to die for a plan that is impossible to succeed, and ruining the inheritance of civilization. Going down is the last chance.

Others say that if General Rowell had not tried to use his few remaining resources to gamble on an almost impossible outcome, perhaps the people in this institute would not have died, or at least half of them would have survived.

Maybe they will become another Vault 70.

Maybe people living here will be like the survivors in the southern seas. They don't need anything like red clay to move forward. They don't even need anyone to carry them forward. They spread their own light and heat by themselves. [Farther] place...

It's a pity that history has no ifs, and another future shape can only be left to the imagination of future generations.

In addition to the relics of the Lowell period, this museum also stores many relics of the Xilan Dynasty, Otsuki Dynasty and other periods.

Most of these objects are from the private collection of Duke Nihak, the former governor of Golden Gallen Port in the Xilan Empire.

After researching, scanning and archiving the relics, the Alliance Institute of Science and Technology returned the trophies to this museum, which belongs to the people of Golden Gallen Port, in the form of a donation.

There are also some objects that were circulated during the renovation of the old city.

The Golden Gallen Port Government Office purchased part of it from the auction through financial allocation.

In addition to those old relics, there are also some historical accounts of these events by later generations.

For example, Mr. Rat wrote "Red Earth" and so on.

However, this is a disgraceful history.

After several wasted years, the residents of Golden Gallen Harbor are far less interested in this period of history than before, so most of the museums are filled with foreign tourists.

While walking towards the inside of Camp Rowell, the commander of Golden Gallen Port, Jodu, said with a slightly apologetic voice.

"It would be nice if you told us your trip a few days in advance, and we could make some arrangements in advance."

Han Mingyue smiled and said.

"No need to bother, we are just here to take a look, and we will leave soon."

While the two were talking, there was a commotion outside the museum.

Hearing that guests from the south gate suddenly visited here, all the media in the city were alerted, and a large number of reporters rushed over.

Tuo Zaiyodu is a man who knows how to get things done. He anticipated the reaction of the media in advance. He said hello to the people from the Security Bureau in advance and dispatched a large number of police officers to set up a isolation belt outside the museum.

Guests who have already entered the museum can continue to visit, while those who come later can only wait outside.

The enthusiasm of the crowd shocked Dora. She had never seen so many people before.

"Those...are all reporters?"

She had heard the word reporter from Ye Shi, although she didn't fully understand what it meant.

"Not all of them, there are probably some people watching the fun." Ye Shi said with a subtle expression as he looked at some of the guys in the crowd who looked like they were praying to gods and Buddhas.

It is true that this guest from the south gate has psychic powers, but these fanatical guys may have misunderstood something.

But soon he remembered that it seemed to be the same when he landed ashore.

Those people called them "iron men" and worshiped them like they do now.

Later, when I had more contact with people and received some education, I realized that the armor was just an exoskeleton and could be worn by everyone, so the title "Iron Man" gradually became less popular.

At ten o'clock in the night, I suddenly felt hopeless.

These people should have received some education, but they still look like they were before.

The same recipe but with a different soup is completely unrecognizable to them.

This group of smart people are obviously extremely smart, but they are also stupid in the most fatal place.

Seemingly paying attention to Ye Shi's expression, Yodu smiled uninterested and said.

"It's funny."

He has been with Fang Chang since a long time ago, and he can be regarded as one of the elites in this settlement.

He knew his responsibility in this, but he also felt deeply powerless in the face of the overwhelming torrent.

All he can do is maintain the status quo.

While the alliance still needs this place.

"There's nothing funny about this, not even funny," Ye Shi shook his head and sighed, "Honestly... I even wonder if my friends and I have actually done something bad. Maybe we shouldn't have been here in the first place."

Jodu said quickly.

"You must not think so. Every resident of this settlement is grateful to you. If you had not come to this museum, it would still be Nihak Ranch..."

"Maybe."

Ye Shi raised his head and glanced at the tower on the wall. There had been a captain or a captain hanging there before.

He still remembered who hung that guy up.

After a pause, Ye Shi said again.

"What a pity...the man who first captured this camp is dead."

Jodu was stunned for a moment, and after a while he remembered who he was talking about, and fell silent immediately.

He had met that person once, and even tried to persuade him before he planned to go north. In the end, he couldn't help but accepted the resignation under Fang Chang's instruction.

Looking at this situation and thinking about what happened to that person later, he couldn't help but feel a little sad in his heart.

Not wanting to have the sadness written on his face, he looked at the outsider aside - the guest from the south gate.

He said with a forced smile.

"I heard... you can see the souls of dead people? Then can you help me see if there is a general with staring eyes here."

Dora was stunned for a moment, then corrected him sternly.

"This is a misunderstanding. Only living people have souls. There is no such thing for dead people."

Jodu was stunned and asked.

"Then... where did the souls of the dead go?"

"He hasn't gone anywhere. He is still in the place where he once existed, but it no longer belongs to him, but has become a part of other people." Dora blinked and said with a smile on her face, "how many of us We will be influenced by our ancestors, and we will more or less bear their marks...and we are their continuation."

She discovered these things from the little koala.

"I didn't go anywhere..."

Jodu lowered his head and muttered silently to himself. He looked at his hands and suddenly couldn't control the emotions in his heart.

It turns out he didn't go anywhere...

He had been here the whole time, watching them move on.

"Don't give up."

Han Mingyue patted his shoulder gently and took Dora into the interior of the camp.

This ruins has basically been excavated, leaving only a few doubtful points.

At this moment, Dora suddenly stopped and her eyes stopped on a few iron cages in the center of the camp.

"That was the place where slaves were detained during the Xilan era." Seeing her confused expression, Han Mingyue said in a gentle tone.

Dora nodded and then asked.

"Before, they were detained here...mostly from the Yue Clan?"

Han Mingyue showed a surprised expression on his face.

"How did you figure it out?"

Dora didn't speak, just looked at the iron cages.

And just when her eyes were focused on the mottled rust, a man with deep eye sockets also looked towards her, with a surprised expression on his face.

"You can see me."

"Are you...the Great Moon King?"

While at Fries Port, Dora learned about the history of the Yue people from Ms. Han Mingyue.

Although she wasn't sure, the word came to her mind the first time she looked at [this man].

She thought he looked like Tunnan.

They may be the same type of person, but they are also different in many ways.

"Big Moon King...is this what my descendants call me?" The majestic king murmured for a while, then looked at Dora and asked anxiously, "By the way, my people still call me that?"嗽?”

Recalling the beautiful time at French Fries Port, Dora smiled shyly and said.

"They are all supportive. At least...the people I have met are all supportive."

"Then..."

He seemed to be relieved, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and a happy smile appeared on his face.

"Thank you, I feel so sad."

Looking at the king who seemed relieved, Dora asked in a puzzled voice.

"Did you do anything inappropriate?"

Dayue King was silent for a while, shook his head and said.

"I don't know, but... they did suffer a lot because of me. I heard them kneeling here calling my name, and praying to me every time night falls."

"But... I haven't heard much about it lately. I originally thought they were all dead."

"It's good to be alive."

He smiled happily, and the shadow gradually faded, as if it had never existed.

The two communicated silently, and no one heard them.

Dora nodded slightly and watched the looming shadow disappear in the wind.

At this moment, another shadow emerged from behind the mottled rust.

The person's temperament was completely different from that of the Great Moon King, but rather he looked a bit like an "officer" with Yodu's eyes wide open.

But——

Dora could clearly feel through psychic energy that he was not the person that Captain Yodo said.

Moreover, they are two different kinds of people.

"These bastards... I asked them to rescue people, but I didn't let them use them as bargaining chips to seize territory! Doesn't anyone feel stupid? Playing the role of primitive people in a tribal war in the zoo!"

"Also - the nuclear winter is over, why are you still using this thing as food! Mom! Even slavery has been introduced... It's really getting worse and worse!"

Dora was stunned for a moment, not understanding his endless chatter, but fortunately there was a guy next to her who knew a thing or two about psychic powers.

Maybe it was because he had the mark of the human association on his body, but Ye Shi also "saw" that person this time, and he was still with Dora.

Not surprisingly.

He must be Rowell.

Looking at that nagging guy, he couldn't help but complain.

"Is there a possibility that your red soil developed after the nuclear winter ended?"

He speculated maliciously that the warm spring weather alone might not be enough.

The expansion of red soil may also be inseparable from the bloody rivers of the tribal melee era.

Someone must break through the lower limits of human beings again and again before red soil can find the long and long soil that is truly suitable for it.

That is when everyone has only one thought left in their minds——

Stay alive.

Apart from that, everything can be discarded.

This rhetorical question silenced Rowell.

He stared, looking at the ignorant junior in front of him, and his nose was crooked with anger.

"Who the hell could have imagined this? What was my situation at that time? What other choice did I have? One hundred million people! I don't have enough troops to fill their teeth. If I can't feed them, you know what will happen? What are you saying? People cannibalize people, I really want it to be recorded in the history books!”

When he said this, General Rowell suddenly became silent again, sighed slumpedly, and sat on the ground.

"That's all... it's time to say 㳓㱕 or 㳓. I've already recorded it in the history books. I know you want to laugh at me, so just go ahead and laugh."

As he was talking, he suddenly couldn't speak anymore. He put his hand on his forehead and murmured in pain.

"I admit that I am also wrong, at least half of the mistakes... I am sorry for the soldiers who believe in me. Some things can be overcome mentally, and some things cannot be overcome. I am sorry for the scholars, they say they can't do it, even if they say it can't be done, Even when the People's Federation was at its most prosperous and peak period, a huge research institution was needed to complete this project, but I feel that they are the People's Federation scholars, and if they work hard, there will always be a way..."

"I can't evaluate it, but in the world of material structure, there are indeed many things that the spirit cannot do," Ye Shi sighed, "For example, a black porridge cannot become a white porridge, and a square porridge cannot become a round porridge.㱕, even psychic powers can’t do it.”

Rowell suddenly raised his head, a glimmer of hope rekindled in his eyes.

"Are they... okay?"

Ye Shi was silent for a while and then asked.

"Can't you see?"

Rowell shook his head, cast his gaze on the camp wall, and said with blurred eyes.

"I can't see outside. I don't know where the asshole started... It seems to be a fool who calls himself the Moon King. He was afraid that the earth-eaters would oppose him, so he built a wall here. Although he miscalculated, he still When he was alive, no one dared to oppose him, but later people followed his example and built the wall higher and higher."

His Adam's apple moved and he continued.

"And... I feel less and less towards them. Maybe it's been too long ago, and I'm not worthy of their memory. Maybe it won't be long... I will disappear with all my confusion. This land is up.”

Ye Shi shrugged noncommittally.

Although he didn't ask anyone for forgiveness, at least he admitted that he was confused for a while.

But at this moment, Dora seemed to realize something and suddenly spoke.

"You...maybe you're not actually here."

Rowell was stunned. He glanced at the soles of his feet and then around him, with a strange expression on his face.

"I'm not here? Then...where am I?"

Ye Shi was also shocked by Dora's words.

Although his attainments in psychic abilities are indeed not as good as this "Temple Maid", his already-shaped figure cannot be fake, right?

This is like telling lies in front of a ghost...

But Dora didn't think so.

Looking at the invisible ghost that ordinary people could not see, she continued speaking in a silent but affirmative language.

"The real you is here in everyone... They are you, or you are the continuation."

"And the one who stays here is just the you who lived a long, long time ago... 200 years ago."

"You are the one who is not dead yet."

"It's all me..." Rowell was stunned for a long time, and for some reason there was a trace of fear on his face.

"No……"

"That kind of thing..."

Dora nodded and looked at him carefully, even though he might not want to continue listening.

"You have not been forgotten, whether you are red soil or you are temporarily confused..."

"Your soul is regarded by everyone here as... something as sacred as the Tree of Insof. They sing your story and the miracles you performed, and pass it down as an example from generation to generation."

"No! Stop talking, shut up—!"

He roared hysterically, covering his face with his hands, and then disappeared into the wind as if wailing loudly.

or--

He arrived at the timeline where he originally was.

I was originally confused, but at this moment, a glimmer of enlightenment suddenly appeared in my mind.

so it is.

What he saw just now was not Lowell who had been dead for many years, but the tyrant who was kneeling on the execution ground and roaring hysterically 200 years ago.

His soul transcended time when he was dying, and he saw what this land would look like two hundred years from now just before he died.

That's not true time travel.

Just like the crew of the Orion.

They are just standing on different timelines, and due to the high degree of mental conflict in their respective timelines, they inadvertently make deductions or associations.

Psionic energy is just one of the media that triggers the cry, not the bridge itself that connects the spirits.

"...Is this the ringing field?"

In the blink of an eye, Ye Shimeng discovered that his understanding of psychic energy and the sound field had improved a lot.

And the distance between Void and him has become closer than before...

Dora's shoulders shook slightly, as if she had received some kind of impact, and she fell back as if she was dizzy.

Han Ziyue, who was standing next to her, held her shoulders and asked with concern on her face.

"Are you okay?"

Dora slowly opened her eyes, shook her head and said.

"I'm fine."

There was something strange in her eyes, and the expression on Han Ziyue's face gradually turned eager. She looked into her eyes and continued to ask.

"What did you say just now? You saw Rowell himself...right?"

Dora nodded with a complicated expression, but there was a trace of confusion or confusion in her eyes.

Seeing her nodding, Han Ziyue quickly continued to ask.

"What did he say?"

"He... was crying, and he was crying hard. I tried to comfort him, but he pushed me away."

Dora shook her head. After a pause, she continued a little lonely, "I told him that everyone here is his continuation... He should be happy, but for some reason, he ignored it. I couldn’t cry anymore.”

All the souls she had encountered before were relieved to know that they existed in another form.

Including the little koala's father.

Including the "Big Moon King".

But General Lowell did not.

When he learned that everyone here was his continuation, his excitement even exceeded his regret for the red soil itself.

Seeing Dora talking to herself, not only Professor Han Ziyue who was standing nearby was stunned, but everyone including Professor Sun Zewen and Chief Yodu were also stunned on the spot.

But that didn't last long, Professor Han Ziyue quickly came to his senses and said.

"I'm probably confused...you saw him 200 years ago, right?"

Dora nodded slightly.

"Um."

A heartfelt smile appeared on Han Ziyue's face.

"Thank you, I probably understand."

Dora looked at her blankly, with an expression of joy on her face, and said timidly.

"Did I help?"

Han Ziyue nodded seriously and cast her eyes on the camp in front of her.

"We are missing the last piece of the puzzle, which is actually the testimony of General Rowell himself."

"After his rebellion, his subordinates almost destroyed all the relics he left behind, whether it was notes or personal clothes. So much so that General Rowell himself only had a few words of his own opinion, leaving more clues. It was other people’s indirect evaluation of him, or latecomers who made poor imitations of his notes.”

"Whether they are doing it to preserve the last trace of dignity for their superiors or to maintain their own legitimacy, their self-inflated smearing has seriously hindered our excavation of the ruins and the restoration of the full historical picture."

"In fact, their clever behavior is just like Lowell's. They inspired or influenced generations of clever people, creating an impact that is far greater than that of red soil and is incalculable."

When she said this, a happy smile appeared on her face, as if a great cause had finally been laid with the last brick.

"...Thanks for your help."

“This gap has finally been filled.”