After Becoming a Little Sister

Sister Balalaika thought for a while, then shook her head and said: "The bondage of interests for so many years cannot be solved simply by immediate interests. The opponent's regular combatants—that is, those mercenaries—may be able to see it for the sake of interests. Don’t help them, but the traitors who were born based on the value system they established will definitely continue to stand there unswervingly.”

To put it bluntly, they are traitors, and if they betray the water, they will betray the water to the end. These guys will definitely work harder than the foreign invaders when they do bad things. After all, only this way of completely breaking up the past can gain the trust of the foreign invaders.

For the dark world forces in Siberia, the KGB family’s dominant order collapsed during the disintegration of Eastern Europe earlier. The Eastern European branch is the foreign invader. Except for the most basic combat personnel, cannon fodder and mercenaries who rely on them, Everything else is badass.

Those who insist on fending for themselves like a drunkard, or stand on their own like Sister Balalaika.

"And as far as I know, there are three main managers who are very troublesome in the Eastern European branch." Sister Balalaika was a little unsure: "One is a director wearing a clown mask, who is good at using hired—— "

"Oh, that one, I caught it." Madam Xiao Ma scratched her head, "It's pretty good."

"..." Sister Balalaika blinked her head, looked at Miss Ma in front of her, then looked down at what she had just written, and silently removed the page on the front: "The second director, His name is Randolph, he is said to have a Europa background, and he is mainly responsible for managing internal affairs, but he is also—”

"I was caught too, he was beaten to death and then saved again, he's still a jerk." Miss Xiao Ma smiled: "And he's gay, I don't know if it's a secret or not."

"...Then that Hunting Goddess, have you caught it?" Sister Balalaika asked as she twisted the pen in her hand and put her head down, "I have fought her and confirmed that she is a very powerful executive officer."

"Not yet, I'm about to catch it, do you have any suggestions?"

"No, no, my judgment will affect yours."

"Then our first cooperation is settled. I'm in charge of catching that hunting goddess, and you're in charge of recruiting people, right?"

"For now, that's how it is."

"Very good, then the next small goal is to bury the Eastern European branch of the Gate of Reality in the frozen soil of the Siberian Ice Sheet within three days, and keep company with mammoths!"

"...?"

PS: continue tomorrow

Chapter 984 0965-Montage (For "Celebrate!" Blade 4/18

"Who am I~ why do I live alone~"

"Where did I come from~ and where am I going... It seems that I have committed some kind of ~unforgivable mistake~"

"Bang-boom-boom-"

The sound of music, humming, gunshots, fire, explosions, and the sky was dyed red.

In the darkness, that figure held a gun in one hand and dragged a sword backwards in the other, humming a comfortable tune, walking in the sea of ​​flames.

"I always feel that there is something~ that I have to bear—"

The huge shadow roared and spread its wings in the sea of ​​flames, the heat wave rolled, and the whole city trembled.

wind!

Gale!

"I want this day! I can't cover my eyes anymore!"

Throwing the empty gun aside casually, the figure dragging the long sword upside down sang unsuitable songs loudly, running in the sea of ​​flames.

The collapsed high-rise buildings piled up into a cliff, and the overturned vehicle was still turning its wheels. It looked like a springboard. The figure stepped on the ruins like this, pulling out a path visible to the naked eye. Sparks were between the soles of the feet and the edge of the sword. Blooms like fiery fireworks.

"I want this place~ I can't bury my heart anymore!"

Turning around, accelerating, and stepping heavily on the roof of the collapsed building, the figure soared into the air, with the long sword raised above its head.

"I want all living beings to understand what I mean—I want the Buddhas!"

"boom----------"

The long sword fell, and the [-]-meter-high flame rose into the sky like a lava eruption, and a bright pillar of fire in the shape of a cross stretched across the sky.

"It's all gone..."

"call----"

In the darkness, Aliya sat up suddenly from the bed, her hair was disheveled, panting heavily, she looked like she was having a nightmare.

Lianhua next to her was awakened, and hugged Luoli Xiong in a daze, and opened her eyes half-closed: "... Aya? What's wrong?"

"No, it's okay." Aliya raised her hand to stop her movement of getting up: "It's okay, I just... had a dream..."

She raised her hand to pick up the remote control, opened the curtains, and the lights of thousands of houses in Moscow were still reflected outside the window.

The light of the lamp was reflected in her eyes, as if the fire was ignited in her eyes, and then the fire was slowly extinguished.

Dream?

She looked at her hands suspiciously.

Why do you have such a strange dream?Is this the legendary montage shooting technique?

The so-called montage is actually a transliteration of the non-linear narrative editing method, and later parallel montage, narrative montage and the like are derived branches. When filming first emerged, there was actually no way to edit shots.

Shooting a short story is like shooting a drama, one shot to the end, telling a story from beginning to end.

But later someone discovered that through the change of the lens, the audience 'thinks' that this is a story of the same timeline when watching the short film.

For example, in the last shot, an ambulance roared by, and in the second shot, the surgery was performed directly indoors, saving the intermediate process, but the audience would still feel that the surgery was the wounded brought by the previous ambulance, which constituted The cognition of a linear narrative allows the audience to automatically make up the relationship between the front and the back.

After all, the audience is old-fashioned, and no CP can smash into a complex relationship like a spider's web, let alone a simple narrative logic.

As for the subsequent double-line narrative, close-up, seamless editing, front and back shooting, etc., as well as the extended lens editing language and metaphorical narrative techniques, they have given more meaning to the word montage. In modern times, montage has almost become It has become synonymous with metaphorical narrative editing.

The well-known Wu Yusen's? is one of the montage editing techniques that can interpret many meanings. There is no protagonist in the gun battle, only flying bullets and white pigeons shedding everywhere.

Aliya felt that she was the Goo Goo Goo, having a strange and strongly prophetic dream.

Is it me in the dream?

The painting style of fighting while singing is quite similar. The woman sings that the man dies, and the little fairy sings that the monster dies.

But this perspective is very strange, how can I see myself from the third perspective, and it's not manipulating game characters...

She rubbed her forehead, and felt that something was wrong - she had neglected some very important things.

The third perspective...the third perspective...couldn't the person who couldn't see the face clearly be himself?

If it's not me, who else could it be?Could it be sister fairy?Homecoming little angel?

Doubt was like a tide, drowning the poor little fairy, and she pondered for a while to no avail.

Just get up and get ready to make a cup of coffee to refresh yourself and think about it, she said to herself, then lifted the quilt and got ready.

But the moment her toes stepped on the ground, a sense of weightlessness suddenly enveloped her, and a certain feeling called 'entanglement' burst out from the depths of her muscles, covering her whole body just like that, causing her to stagger and fall to the ground with a muffled grunt.

If a third person looked at her appearance at this time, he would probably be able to see the flickering phantom on her body—as if there was another ghost-like figure overlapping her, the fuzzy and distorted flickering, It's like two different stages of movie screens stuck together.

"The singularity changed?!"

Whispering while clutching her forehead, Aliya ignored the pain of being modified in the main material dimension, and forced herself to stand up.

In the next second, spiritual energy gushed out of the sea of ​​consciousness like a flood gate, and swam across her body in an instant. The surging energy washed over her body, smashing away the entanglement from the 'past' and re-anchoring the main body. Her form in the physical dimension.

But she regretted it a little bit—I don’t know if it was dazzled, but at the moment when her psionic power reached its peak, she seemed, vaguely, seemingly, probably saw her own chest—not directly looking down at the tip of her toes, but looking at it. It seems to be a suitable bulge when it comes to my size.

It's a pity that time is advancing, as if the increase in entropy is irreversible, she re-anchored reality, and she successfully returned to the state of the Blue Star titanium alloy plate.

"..."

Raising her hand to touch her conscience, she sighed - she had an airport at a young age.

Even if she wanted to play the plot of "Your Name", the little angel didn't give her the opening move, okay?

Lianhua embraced her waist from behind, and put her face on her back in a daze: "Aya... what's wrong with you..."

"It's okay, I didn't stand firm just now." Aliya turned over and kissed her forehead, and stuffed her and the bear Lolita who was hanging on her body as a koala back into the bed: "Go to sleep, I'll sleep next time." Toilet."

Lianhua muttered something, curled up again in the bed, Xiong Luoli pulled her head out of her embrace with great difficulty, squirmed out of the quilt, turned over a few times, and rested her cheek on one side. The softness of the lotus flower continued to pout, immersed in a sweet sleep.

It seems that although the overlap caused by the historical changes of the singularity has been experienced before, at night, Loli Xiong returned to normal.

Aliya looked at her palm, so what happened in the past history?

She picked up the glasses on the bedside, walked out to the balcony, made sure that the door would not disturb the wife and children in the room after closing the door, and then put on the glasses——

"Severn--"

"Even if you say that, I can't help you transform." Nuwa's voice sounded in her ears.

"Thank you, Taylor."

"You're welcome, Miss Suffrin—what's the matter?"

"No, are you busy? It's cold today, remember to wear more clothes, you have a bad stomach, you can't drink cold drinks, and you must bring an umbrella when it rains tomorrow."

"...Miss Alia, your performance reminds me of the entry 'licking a dog' in the dictionary. This does not match your character model very much. Please don't increase my simulation workload." Nuwa's The voice was as flat and steady as ever: "Please understand the fact that an artificial intelligence that works 7/24 has always been in sub-health, and this should be a relatively leisurely night at work. I also need to rest."

"Don't you have a vacation?"

"Yes, but the holidays only slightly reduce the workload and allow some servers to be shut down for maintenance."

Although Nv Wa lived a life of clocking in and going to work every day, and weekends and weekends, it was obviously not compatible with providing services to Alia—it was as if a big customer called the exclusive customer service during the holidays and lived The exclusive customer service on weekends is like smashing the phone in the other person's face.

Although I don't want to admit this, it is clear that at the stage when human beings are not yet able to directly transform information into matter and have almost infinite productivity, it is necessary to establish a priority system - dividing matters into priorities and treating them differently is essentially a An efficient use of resources.

Miss Saflin didn't feel that she was doing anything wrong. She just wore a thin nightgown with suspenders, facing the wind and snow outside the cold winter balcony in Moscow, asking about the historical observation records of the singularity.

The formation of several singularities, as well as the so-called "historical records" that are constantly gushing out like a blowout, only an existence like Nuwa can analyze, summarize and archive them in a short period of time-you must know these so-called historical observation documents, In essence, everyone is here to find fault, by comparing the original historical archives and analyzing whether there are some new things inexplicably appearing in it.

If it were a small country, it is estimated that they would not be aware of such indescribable changes at all.

Although a superpower like the Republic has technology, it is limited by the number of complicated database documents, and there is no way to do a quick screening. If it is not for the establishment of a quantum communication network, it can effectively avoid the situation of being "rewritten". Then it is estimated that it will be a difficult problem to confirm which one is the historical document that has not been changed during the comparison.

You must know that some things will not only increase, but even decrease. The previous historical observations of singularities have seen many "disappeared in the new world line" existences, including some that are familiar to the whole world. There are names, names of people and places.

Facing Alia's narration and inquiry, Nu Wa compared the data that was constantly being compiled, and then sent a piece of information to her: "Maybe you need to look at this."

It was a report from the National Astronomical Observatory, which included the latest data analysis and the original memo.

Aliya opened the file in doubt, wondering for a while how the name running on the ground by herself had something to do with the one hanging in the sky.

Is it really the cosmic superman from the M87 nebula?

But then, her gaze became serious: "The fine structure constant changes?!"

"Yes, although we are optimistic about the development of error correction in the scientific community, and believe that this is an inevitable part of scientific development, it is clear that this large-scale fine structure constant change is not a simple error correction. Its variation, if it does reach a certain peak, will most likely lead to the collapse of our fundamental physics discipline, which will lead to a series of subsequent disasters."