Human dimension reduction

"Can't get close... Are they fighting each other? The unknown energy fluctuates a lot..."

"The video is uploaded to the superior in real time - set the camera a little further forward! Don't shake it! Take every detail clearly!"

"Can you see what they are talking about? Record the mouth shape, and experts will analyze it later to capture all the details... The shot is not clear? Damn, don't we have more professional follow-up personnel?"

"Uh... I'm sorry, sir, I think the only ones who dare to rush up to film the whole process in this scene are the self-proclaimed uncrowned kings of Fleet Street..."

The untimely cold humor of Londoners came out again to declare a sense of existence. Since the fall of the national capital, the eyes of the whole world have been focused on London. The Royal Air Force issued a strict air ban order. Take off with any aircraft, including personal model airplanes and drones.

They can't control the trajectory of the satellite, so they can only increase the management of the peeping eyes of London below the atmosphere.

But everyone knows that these air ban orders can only control part of the line of sight, and those big countries with satellites have already taken pictures of the current scene in London.

Nine days after the fall of London, the sky is filled with fog, a magnificent city from the Middle Ages appears in phantom, and the long-lost capital of the empire reappears in front of the world - accompanied by a battle that cannot be ignored.

The Chinese military, which is always watching the movement in London, immediately received the high-definition images from the satellite. On the big screen that occupies the entire wall, there are four... people fighting together, let's call them that for now. Like an endless enemy, there is a battle that only happens with hot weapons, and the familiar faces of the two of them make most people hold their breath.

"This is... that Vincent Lorraine, and Lan Yin?! How could they be in London... Did the fall of London have anything to do with them?"

"They can really travel through various black holes! The other two costumes should be the aboriginal characters in the black hole in London. They fought...Why?"

"It seems that they are not on the same side...Is it a contradiction between outsiders and aborigines? Or is there another reason?"

Countless questions came like a flood, and everyone was keenly aware that this might be the key to opening the gap in the current scene. They stared at the screen without blinking, trying to analyze more things.

As for Qiao Zhou, whose two identities have been removed from his "past life", of course he doesn't care what other people think at the moment. He just suddenly realized one thing. Probably... He should think of a reason to explain all this?

No, of course he is not the kind of person who is willing to confuse people and help others to progress, but as a game planner with extremely professional ethics, he feels that such a large-scale earth online is too boring without clues and main plots , maybe the designer who made this game never thought about these problems, but it doesn't matter, Qiao Zhou is a professional.

He is the youngest game planner in the world. He is talented and famous at a young age. Countless people follow his baton and act according to his will in the games he designed, but it is still too boring. The world on the screen is limited. Yes, the time is limited, the number of players is limited, and the world is similar to the original without the data.

And now, he found a game world big enough for him to paint and design.

A qualified massively multiplayer online interactive game must have a side plot, a dungeon, a main story, and of course a faction and a guild... Anyway, no matter what words you use, you need two opposing positions to push the main story forward. Plot development.

Coincidentally, it seems that there are two pairs of roles for him to play now.

Qiao Zhou asked Lan Yin to roll up Stuart with a thick snake tail and smash it to the ground. He smashed through two floors and fell to the second floor. The Sardinian assassin who happened to pass by them came like a gust of wind and threw the Hidden Sword in his hand. It was sent into Lan Yin's chest from behind.

It's just that the sword failed to hit the heart because of Vincent's frenzied pursuit behind him, and it missed a lot. The next second, Lorenzo drew out the dagger decisively and kicked Lan Yin off. Created a huge void.

Seeing this scene, Vincent's face was condensed like frost, and the rapier was like a long snake strangling Lorenzo's wrist. The Sardinian assassin laughed and grabbed the deadly weapon with one hand, carrying it with him. The emaciated mad doctor fell straight into the hole.

In mid-air, the two did not stop their life-and-death fight. The rapier severed the Sardinian assassin's wrist. Lorenzo, who had lost his left hand, stabbed Vincent's right Hidden Blade into Vincent's chest without hesitation. He even tried to reverse his wrist and crush the opponent's heart.

The blood-stained rapier was lighter and thinner than snowflakes. The sharp edge of the sword flashed past, and before Lorenzo drew the sword to cut off Vincent's head, he cut off his carotid artery.

The majestic fountain of blood splashed into the sky, the crazy doctor's clothes were instantly drenched by the warm blood, the long silver-white hair was covered with scarlet liquid, and the amber eyes of the Sardinian assassin still had slight shock , his lips were moving to say something, and together with Vincent who was on his body, he slammed heavily on the ground full of gravel and dust.

Red blood spread a strange flower under his body. The dead man half-closed his eyes, the soft and sweet amber pupils still seemed to have endless words, waiting to be revealed in the fragrance of roses. Pour out with your lover in the bushes.

Vincent held the blood gushing out of his heart with one hand. He was not seriously injured. The Sardinian assassin who was good at taking lives chopped up half of his heart. If it was a normal person, he would probably have been with Loren now. Zo lay down and listened to the holy voice from heaven.

The flesh and blood healed slowly under the driving of the master. He bent down and picked up the Hidden Blade that was stained with the blood of the two of them from Lorenzo's weakened hand, and turned his eyes to the shadow of the dilapidated building.

The young man hiding there came out slowly. He wore a luxurious and majestic crown on his head, and a blood-stained royal robe on his shoulders. He had blond hair and blue eyes, and an exquisite appearance, but his eyes were full of the cruelty of a monarch.

As his footsteps approached, illusory lights and shadows intertwined and overlapped behind him, outlining a familiar body.

Tall and vigorous body, landing soft and silent steps, a head of curly black hair draped over his shoulders, a pair of gentle and affectionate amber eyes under the browbones, thin lips always smiling, like About to whisper affectionate love words to the person in front of you.

A passionate prodigal son, a gentle lover, a sharp knife hidden in the dark, and a wolf dog beside the king.

Vincent threw the Hidden Blade to him casually, and the moment the Sardinian Assassin caught it, his slightly illusory figure suddenly solidified, and the smile on his face became real and lively, standing on tiptoe like the best in the world. Like a dancer, she leaped over the little king and walked to the side of the dead on the ground.

"Oh...it's so strange to look at it this way..." He looked at the deceased who was exactly like himself, folded his arms and rubbed his shoulders, and grinningly leaned towards his monarch, "Your Majesty, your lover is really a real sweetheart!" Fierce, will I have a chance to take revenge in the future?"

Vincent put down his blood-stained hand, the wound on his chest had disappeared, and he glanced at the shapeless Sardinian assassin with his cornflower blue eyes: "If your master is willing to bridle the hound , then I think such a pity should not happen.”

Before the words fell, there was a loud noise that resounded through the Palace of Westminster, followed by a deathly silence.

Since the four people fell through the big hole in the floor, due to the shelter of the building, the outside line of sight could no longer penetrate the wall to reach here. This loud noise made the hearts of all the people paying attention here tremble. They were eager to know what happened. What, I didn't dare to get too close to investigate, so I could only urgently mobilize the drone to try to get more information.

But they don't really have to be so troublesome.

Lan Yin's whole body was poked into a sieve by the tentacles, but there was an infinite rebirth plug-in behind him, as long as he was injured, the little king would re-weave his body, making the resurrected morticians and tentacles hard bar.

There is not much difference in strength between the two, and good students who don't cheat naturally lose to the cheating software.

Duke Stuart's chest and abdomen were almost broken by the snake's tail. The shattered white bones were mixed with the muscle powder, and even half of his spine could be seen. His handsome appearance was full of dust and traces of coagulated blood. Only a pair of dark blue eyes could be seen, still calm and arrogant.

Vincent carried the little king and teleported to Stuart. The dying Duke tried his best to turn his head and glanced at him. There was no emotion in his eyes. If he had to say it, the instructor saw his student excelling in the blue. Yu Lan's pride.

He lost, but he wasn't a total loser.

The Northern Gaul consul narrowed his eyes cunningly, staring at the little king for two seconds, his eyes rolled and paused on the Sardinian assassin behind him, and after examining for a moment, he showed a weird smile.

"You will need me, won't you? Qiangwei will always be guarded by poisonous snakes and wolf dogs...My Majesty the King."

The whispers were so low that they could not be heard dissipated in the air, and the mighty and turbulent Duke Stuart lowered his head, with a smile of certainty on his lips.

The little king came up and raised his left hand. The scarlet bloody rose heart on the tail finger of the deceased's pale left hand was still shining brightly, exuding a bright and luxurious light.

The ring was taken off, and an identical hand was handed to the king. The young monarch lowered his eyes and put the jewel ring on the other's little finger.

The Duke with a handsome face and dark blue eyes raised his hands in front of him for a closer look. His curly black hair was meticulously combed behind his back. The plain and elegant black cloak suppressed the gorgeous clothes filled with lace and diamonds inside. Ribbons and medals of glory, high-heeled boots lazily stomping on the gravel-strewn ground.

The governor of Northern Gaul, the poisonous snake who hangs around the throne coveting power, the king's mentor, and the head of the Stuart family.

"As always, I swear allegiance to you, my majesty the king."

The handsome and elegant Duke lowered his eyes and kissed the gemstone ring on his little finger, and showed a gentle smile to the little king.

Well, the actors are all here, it's time for Earth Online to announce that it has entered a new version, Faction Battle!

The fog in London is about to dissipate, the magnificent Buckingham Palace and Big Ben have returned to their original positions, and the streets remain unchanged as usual, as if the disappearance of London is all people's imagination.

But the foreign body that descended into the world proves that this is definitely not an amazing fantasy.

On the phantom of the most half-collapsed Palace of Westminster, the shadows of three people gradually became clear. The border of the gray black hole—

One step into reality.

This step caused countless heads of state to overturn their teacups and stare at the picture in trembling fear. Something extremely ominous happened, they all thought in unison.

"Sorry to meet with you under these circumstances and announce my arrival."

The leading young man didn't say a word, he looked like a god-given son, but he wore a crown and a royal robe, power and wealth piled up his majesty, and the world could see the shadow of a king who took life and death in his eyes at a glance .

"Although it is a step behind the group of sanctimonious members of the parliament, I hope you will remember our names,"

The speaker is one step behind his monarch, he looks like a nobleman who came out of an ancient oil painting, with curly black hair hanging behind his back, eyes as deep as the sea, a handsome face, and a gentle smile - this kind of smile is enough to make every politician feel familiar , the unique smile of the powerful who make the rules, play with the rules, and override the rules.

"We are false silhouettes from history, imaginary and distorted ravings written by madmen,"

His voice is not high, but it strangely penetrates a long distance to reach people's ears. Every word contains a shuddering and strange power.

"Adhering to the will of the great and glorious monarch Edward V, with the First Law as the symbol, the Imperial Heresy Tribunal pays homage to the New World!"

As his words fell, the gorgeous and majestic Palace of Westminster collapsed, the palaces and mansions that stretched for several miles collapsed in a row, the Thames River rolled up with huge waves, the Tower of London fell down, smashing the bridge. Long bridges and square towers across the river.

The halls that condensed human aesthetics and artistic concepts were overturned in the ancient Middle Ages, and the running monsters roared and roared like thunder, and the culprits who created the collapse of civilization did not even cast a glance at the shattering of the imperial pearl.

At the last second when the black hole was submerged in smoke and the mist receded, the man with a strangely low presence in the video blocked the young king sideways, and his amber eyes cast a short and stern gaze on the people outside the camera. .

It was this one glance that made the hearts of the audience outside the camera jump, and an inexplicable chill ran up their backs, as if they were being stared at by a wolf dog criss-crossing the wilderness.

In the next second, the hour hand jumped, the collapsed human civilization was swallowed up by the black hole, the broken world was blocked again, the fog disappeared, and the former capital of the empire returned to the world as it was.

The nine-day London Incident came to an end.

This day is November [-], [-], the beginning of October in the Chinese lunar calendar. One of the organizations that will stir up the world in the future, the Imperial Heresy Tribunal, came to the world for the first time and stepped onto the world stage .

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After the self-directed and self-acted performance ended a stage announcement, Qiao Zhou quickly logged off several accounts, switched to the crazy doctor, and disappeared in London in a flash, quickly jumping away from the center of the whirlpool of world attention.

In a hidden corner that no one was paying attention to, the crazy doctor in a white coat took out his pocket, with a pensive look on his face, and after a while, he asked as if talking to himself: "...Where did my phone go?"

Hearing this whisper, the puppet turned over in his pocket, and his mind was still recalling the earth-shattering scene this human made before: "I don't know...you didn't ask me to keep it."

Qiao Zhou, who was wearing the shell of a mad doctor, frowned deeply. He is not a loser. Whether it is a wallet key or a mobile phone, he has never lost anything since he was a child. A little novelty.

This world is set in the Middle Ages. He can't hold his mobile phone around, and he will definitely store it in one place. Now he doesn't have any memory of hiding things. The only possibility is...he left his mobile phone in the Mediterranean Sea.

Recalling the experience of straying into the Indian Ocean and the Mediterranean Sea when he rushed to London, Qiao Zhou was silent for a while.

Losing his mobile phone is not a big deal, the problem is how will he go back to Huaxia without the navigation?

That night, a compass and a map of the world were stolen from a convenience store in Kent, but because the amount was too small and they were unsalable items, this small theft did not attract anyone's attention. A small broken diamond poured out of the tin box for storing odds and ends. I thought it was a part of my daughter's toy, so I casually threw this shiny little thing into the trash can.

The big movements in London cannot be concealed from the eyes of the world, and any movement in this international metropolis will attract people's attention, let alone disappearing for nine days.

Soon, high-definition or blurred videos from various angles streamed out from various channels. The cause of the change in London has not yet been clarified, and comments on the Internet admiring the good looks of the members of the Heresy Arbitration Tribunal have flooded into the sea.

In any era, Yangou is the majority that will not be eliminated.

"Imperial Heresy Tribunal? Sorry, I didn't even understand what they were doing? Are these three monsters coming out of a black hole? My God, they actually have their own organization! Is the next step going to conquer the world?"

"Sounds pretty bad, if what happened in London, and what's happening around the world is organized and organized, it's horrible, I don't even dare to think what the purpose is... yeah, I refuse to call them 'they', these things are not human at all! If you have ever been swallowed into a black hole and survived, then you will know that these things are things that deserve to go to hell!"

"Hey! Sounds like you've been in a black hole bro?"

"That's right! I'm a damn survivor in Baltimore. The black hole I experienced was a battle royale world without any logic. Everyone was killing crazy. Monsters eat people, people eat people, people eat monsters... oh my god, The person who created this world must be a devil, so I will never trust something that comes out of a black hole! Never!"

"...But, I have to say that they are really good-looking, like the protagonists of the oil paintings hanging in the homes of European nobles in TV dramas."

"Don't mention anything else! The brother above! You have entered a black hole, have you obtained any magical abilities? I heard that all people who have obtained supernatural abilities have been recruited by the government and organized into an army..."

"Uh... I did get something, but it's useless. I can hold my breath for 10 minutes. As for the army you mentioned, I don't know, maybe my ability is too useless?"

Similar content is flooding the Internet, and the Special Affairs Investigation and Research Office is working overtime in three shifts, collecting fragmented and useful content from these ocean-like information flows, and submitting them to the analysis team for integrated analysis to obtain more information about the black hole. Information.

That's right, in just half a month, this research office has a complete set of action plans. They need to obtain as many details of the world inside the black hole as possible to crack and analyze. In case this world appears in Huaxia, their How to deal with it.

The files in the archive room are increasing day by day. After realizing that the world in the black hole is related to literary works and works of art, the analysis team originally composed of top psychologists and crisis management experts even recruited many domestic experts. Well-known strategy game player and web author.

After a few words of the London incident were leaked, the Huaxia Analysis Team, which quickly found the corresponding works, added historians again.

It took nearly half a week for Huaxia to study with books in their hands, before London finally discovered that the world in this black hole seems to be based on a novel...

Hua Xia: You are so slow to react :)

The members of the information group who were ordered by their superiors to secretly brush up novel-related content on the Internet to remind them shook their heads.

However, Huaxia did not intend to hide it for too long. It is necessary to maintain a certain leading edge, but long-term common development is the right direction. Besides, there are so many novels in the world, so what if you know it, it should be swallowed by a black hole It will still be swallowed by the black hole. At most, knowing the plot is a bit of an intelligence advantage, but in a world similar to "Survival Crisis", even knowing the plot has no special advantage.

So soon, a copy of "War of the Roses" was placed on the desks of the leaders of various countries, attracting everyone's unpredictable gaze.

This book is an ordinary fantasy romance novel. The author passed away due to illness two years ago. The background of the novel is set in London during the War of the Roses, and it also integrates the popular steampunk worldview.

The heroine, Mary York, is the only daughter of the Lord Protector. She is of noble birth and has numerous suitors. After her father succeeds her cousin as the king, she becomes the first heir to the kingdom. Murdered, usurped the throne.

But this is not the end of the story, because the novel "Wars of the Roses" ... is also a rebirth literature.

After Mary's death, she was reborn into her 17-year-old self. At that time, her father was about to become king, and her two cousins ​​had been imprisoned in the Tower of London. During this process, the Duke of Stuart, the Consul of North Gaul, calculated each other and fell in love with each other. In the end, the two walked into the palace of marriage hand in hand.

To be honest, the plot of this book is really messed up, and the transition from beginning to end is also blunt and stagnant. It did not cause any waves in the huge online literature market, and it withdrew from the market after printing only [-] copies. The people in the department really spent a lot of effort to find this book.

...and the intelligence agents of some countries really can't get this book, so they can only wrong the head of their government to read the pirated e-book.

Of course, Huaxia couldn't be the e-book team, and they managed to get five original books with their wealth!

The analysis team began to study the details in a book with a rough texture, and compared it with various videos, trying to find out the specific identities of the members of the Heresy Arbitration Tribunal, while the members of the information team continued to immerse themselves in their work. Behind him is a huge whiteboard with several photos taken from the surveillance video pasted on it.

The silver-haired young man is just a blurred silhouette on the screen, but under the crowd tactics, every shot of him walking by has been dug out three feet from the ground.

A small team of the best mathematicians, geographers, physicists and IT experts have one mission: to unearth the exact extent of Vincent Lorraine's abilities and at the same time find out where he hides .