Fellow Daoists, Would You Like To Buy Gatling?

  Chapter 222 218. Elysium (Part 2)【4041】

  A small house less than five square meters without windows.

  Naturally, there will be no curtains.

  The materials are very poor. It is built with ordinary masonry and covered with a layer of scrap iron and steel on the roof. Water is a luxury here, and of course there is no washstand.

  There is a metal toilet like a toilet fixed in the corner.

  The principle of this thing has not been innovated much after the nuclear war. Disgusting waste water is drawn from the waste water pond of the manufacturing workshop in the town as a means of cleaning up.

  However, most of the wasteland people are free and wild, so there are disgusting urine stains everywhere on the floor wall around this toilet, and some suspicious residual marks.

  There is nothing that can be called decoration in the smelly room.

  However, Lao Jiang still noticed that a yellowed poster hung on the stripped wall, on it was a woman with a scratching head and wearing a technological but simple and unusual clothes.

  She dyed a very strange hair, in seven colors of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, gathered on that short hair, and painted heavy smoky makeup.

  The figure is pretty good.

  What should be exposed and what should not be exposed are there anyway.

  The poster is also covered with suspicious white spots.

  The large number of them makes even the soft poster itself stiff.

  Throwing bottles and cans on the ground, it looked like a local "drink", with cigarette butts everywhere and broken and dirty clothes. Lao Jiang couldn't even find a place to stay.

  But he patrolled this "hell" a few times, but still found something interesting.

   is right next to the guy curled up on the "bed" in the corner, the scrap metal table with only three legs, the only place where there are no cigarette butts and soot.

  There are two or three small cards.

  "Lottery. Pain killer for the poor."

  Jiang Xia looked at the thing, and then at the frightened room owner. He pinched the three unscratched lottery tickets in his hand and looked at it. The inferior paper was smeared in a mess.

  A few seconds later, he said to Roger next to him:

   "How is the winning rate for this thing?"

   "Fooling fools."

  Rogge didn't care about the filthiness of this ghost place.

  He swept everything on the scrap iron table to the ground, sat on it, leaned against the wall, raised his legs, and changed into a comfortable posture.

   Smoking a cigar, in this dark place where the mouse lives, said to Jiang Xia:

  "Eternal life will be monopolized, immortal will be issued, and immortal will be drawn. The prize is drawn once every seven days, and the highest prize is a capsule room in the Free Citizen City.

  The special prize is a candlelight dinner with the citizen goddess Ivy.

  But as far as I know, for seven or eight consecutive years, the winners of the special prizes seem to be the top leaders of the Immortal Association.

  Do you understand?

  Candle light dinner, bathing together, and then legal entertainment. "

   "Who is Ivy?"

  Lao Jiang dropped the lottery ticket, and was again caught in the hand by the guy curled up in the corner.

  He clutched the three low-quality lottery tickets, as if clutching the future.

   "It's her."

  Rogge pointed to the suspiciously speckled poster on the wall, and said sarcastically:

  "The lead singer of the ‘Freedom’ band officially organized by the Immortal Club, an out-and-out bitch, my ex-girlfriend at the age of seventeen, and also my first woman.

  Of course, I found out after the fact that I was probably hers. Well, the No. 69 ‘collectible’.

  Do you know what the **** is the most? "

  The black fox flicked the soot, and said with a look of lovelessness:

   "She was only fourteen years old that year."

"Well."

   Jiang Xia squinted her eyes and blew several whistles.

   is full of sarcasm and sympathy.

   But there is nothing to ask.

  After seeing the quality of life of the people at the bottom of the wasteland in a normal state, Lao Jiang just wanted to quickly leave this dirty five-square-meter hell.

   "How do you use this thing?"

  He played with the small external device in his hand.

  Black, cuboid, with the length of the index finger, like a USB flash drive, with silver contactors and sliding rails on the inner side.

  "It’s fine if it’s stuck in your ears."

  Rogge didn’t know where to find the same thing, he threw the thing up and down, and said to Lao Jiang:

  "The chip comes with a connection activation program. You can understand this as an external information receiver, or a personal network node.

  Only use it to connect to the data system of Bliss Space.

  The civilian version does not have an identity lock, but has the lowest authority, but it is quite suitable as an occasional ‘tour’. "

   "click"

  In Lao Jiang’s gaze, Roger stuck the thing above his ears, and a small blue light turned on. Jiang Xia also raised his hand and gently pushed on the small iron piece of the chip information receiver.

  The thing stuck there firmly.

  A progress bar for the first link appeared in Lao Jiang’s left eye vision. As the progress bar progressed, he could feel that the surge in his brain became clearer.

  It seems that there is a kind of power that is pulling his soul and thinking to an unknown place.

  When the sea of ​​consciousness is open and the soul is revealed, Lao Jiang doesn't like this feeling at all. Mortals don't notice the existence of the soul, so naturally it doesn't matter.

  But he can clearly perceive the activities of his soul.

   "Don't resist."

  Rogge’s voice sounded in the chip communication.

   told:

  "This process is not consciousness uploading, but quantum thinking technology, which uses your chip to stimulate brain wave activity to create a virtual scene similar to holographic projection.

   is equivalent to dreaming.

  A dream that brings together all the imaginations of the creatures in the whole world.

  You won’t get any harm in it. The chip’s safety overload device will prevent your brain from being impacted. Don’t worry, although I hate this thing very much.

  But it is indeed harmless in terms of safety.

  Unless Emma has completed the soul coding and uploading technology, you can do anything boldly in the Bliss Space. "

  Rogge's voice is getting weaker.

  Because the moment Lao Jiang closed his eyes, a white light appeared in his mind, quickly filling every place in front of him.

  There is also a nice, neutral voice sounded in his mind.

   "Welcome to Elysium."

  "Om"

The white light covering the eyes dissipated in the next instant.

   is like opening his eyes for the first time when he wakes up. Before Lao Jiang opened his eyes, he heard the melodious violin sound echoing in his ears.

  His keen thinking made him feel the breath of the surroundings for the first time.

  Through the holographic simulation of the data, the fragrance of the soil after the rain is mixed with the fragrance of the plants, lingering around the old river.

  At the moment he opened his eyes completely, he saw a white sky, a clear blue sky, and clouds shaking, and the branches above his head were hanging diagonally.

  A breeze blows again.

   is like returning to the memory of the previous life.

   There will be no longer the hazy and silent sky of the real wasteland, and the brain noise that does not exist all the time.

   Jiang Xia sat up in a green grass.

  He seems to be in a well-renovated central park in the city. Not far from him, a group of people are sitting on chairs and drinking happily.

  There is also a band playing lyrical music for them.

  Farther away, on the stone platform in the center of the park, there is a larger-scale banquet being held. Men and women are wearing elegant plain suits and long skirts, like afternoon tea for a group of faces.

  Of course, there are guys who maintain the image of the wasteland, wearing leather jackets, with exaggerated hair, and walking on a skateboard in this beautiful and unsightly place.

   Jiang Xia stood up.

  He lowered his head and glanced at his hands, his right hand maintained flesh and blood, his left hand was silver, a slightly hideous mechanical prosthesis, and the clothes on his body were perfectly restored.

  The touch is still there.

  Hearing and smell are not affected.

  Everything is simulated almost perfectly, and there is no difference between real and false.

  He did not speak.

   Instead, continue to observe the surroundings.

   Soon, Jiang Xia discovered that the outline of this large park was delineated according to the outline of the town in reality, only the shape of the building and the surrounding environment were changed.

  "When you enter the Bliss Space for the first time, you can freely change the shape, but once it is determined, if you want to change it, you have to go through a complicated and long application."

  A familiar voice sounded behind Jiang Xia.

  He turned his head and saw Roger walking out of the grove.

  But it is no longer the sloppy look of the old gangster, but is wearing a well-fitting gray casual suit, the hair is oily, and the partial comb is shiny.

  The messy beard has also been constructed into a very decent verbal beard.

  The most important thing is his face.

  From the impression of Lao Jiang, wrinkles grow like seven and eighty. They become very young and have no scars. They are more like a face that a man in his thirties should have.

   Frankly speaking, very handsome.

  Experience shaped temperament brings the stability and attractiveness of a middle-aged man to this face.

   "Welcome to Elysium, Jiang."

  Rogge put his hands in his trouser pockets and politely greeted Lao Jiang.

   Jiang Xia did not answer.

  He was busy "pinching his face" to himself.

  Using the current face as the blueprint, plus billions of special effects and modifications, the ancient gown on her body also quickly changed its appearance and turned into a long black trench coat.

  The lining has also changed into a gray plaid casual suit.

  Without a tie, the two buttons under the neck are open, a small silver chain hangs on the neck, and a long slender bullet is at the end.

  Finally, Lao Jiang raised his hand, and while the toad mirror appeared in his hand out of thin air in the data simulation, he put it on his eyes again.

   "Papa Papa"

  Rogge’s applause came from before him, and he looked at Jiang Xia's revised image with a look of appreciation.

Say:

  "Your dress reminds me of the male models my grandfather described to me before the nuclear war. I am very strange. You are a wanderer from another world.

How did    catch this classic nostalgic style all at once? "

   "Because I am a person who knows how to appreciate beauty and has a unique eye."

   Jiang Xia flicked a cigarette and held it in her mouth.

   took out the familiar brass lighter from his pocket, looked at it for a few seconds, and then lit a cigarette for himself with a trace of nostalgia.

  When the first smoke rose, he turned around, swinging in the corner of the windbreaker.

He says:

   "I'm just imitating myself. I'm acting in my true colors, oh, that place looks good."

   Jiang Xia raised his finger and pointed to a villa area outside the park.

  From his perspective, one could just see what was happening on the edge of the glass house on the second floor of the villa under the cover of a few big trees.

  A man with a strong and perfect body.

  A woman with a graceful posture and allures.

  Two people are on the edge of the second floor of the villa, under the sun, naked doing something that should be very private, but they don't care about the attention from others.

  It's like putting all your heart and soul into it.

  The sun shone down, making this scene unexpectedly more of the feeling that body art should have, and it blends perfectly with the peaceful atmosphere around it, without the slightest abruptness.

   "That man, he is next to us now."

  Rogge stepped forward and stood side by side with Jiang Xia on the grass. He looked at the place and the pair of men and women, and said in a calm tone:

  "In your words, I'm in a five-square-meter hell. The woman should be farther away, maybe another town.

  Don't get me wrong.

  They are not couples.

  Their relationship is very pure. "

  Rogge turned his head, patted Jiang Xia on the shoulder, and pointed at the "decent people" in the park behind him who were enjoying afternoon tea. He stretched out his fingers and made a circle.

   said to Lao Jiang in a tone that is more mournful than death.

  "And these people are now in towns.

  The life-and-death war took place less than a hundred meters away from them, and perhaps stray bullets would fly in and blow their heads in the next moment.

  But look.

  No one cares.

  They would rather die for the comfort of this moment.

  If it is not for the body, it needs food and water.

  Trust me, they will be here 24 hours a day, enjoying their afternoon tea, enjoying their own dinner, enjoying their own concerts.

  Enjoy your own airplane cup

   Pretend that everything is fine, pretend that the nuclear war never happened, pretend that they are not living in wasteland, but in a carefree world.

it's here.

  They can enjoy abundance and peace.

  They can freely enjoy the food and drinks that have long been extinct in the real world, and the taste of data simulation is not different.

  They can change themselves into handsome men and beautiful women, and hold all the good things in their hands.

  They can dance at a banquet all night long.

  They can drive long distances and admire the historical sites that have long been ruined.

  They can comfort each other.

  Even beyond gender.

  Everything is fake anyway.

   But this kind of fake is so true.

  As long as you keep telling yourself that this is the real world, and everything outside is an intermittent nightmare, you can feel at ease and live well here.

  Yes.

  As long as you can fool yourself.

  But it's not difficult at all.

  Look at these people in front of you, Jiang.

  They lied to themselves easily. "

  Rogge clasped Jiang Xia's shoulder fingers, and they clasped them tightly at this moment.

  He closed his eyes.

   whispered:

  "My grandfather told me that when the six city-states jointly produced the Bliss Space Agreement, they were to treat it as the tomb of human civilization and to give us the last trace of dignity before we died.

  If extinction is unstoppable.

  Then we can at least raise a glass to welcome the end in good memories.

   But sadly.

  Life, there will always be a way out.

  We have built our grave into a ‘paradise’.

  We chose to escape in despair and built a new world with the power of technology. We proudly declared that we built a paradise after the end.

  Outside our heaven, terrible things are still happening.

  However, no one is paying attention anymore.

  The wasteland is over.

  At the moment when the Bliss Space program is built, it loses all hope. "

  (End of this chapter)