This Game Is Too Realistic

Although she had seen cars before, Dora was still very surprised when she sat in the iron box. She touched left and right, as if trying to figure out how this thing moved.

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

"Speaking of which, you've even flown on a starship capable of hyperspace navigation. What's so curious about such a gadget?"

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

"Starship...is more powerful 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 looked at Dora who was hurriedly explaining, "I think about it...it seems that we have to start with the most basic common sense."

Maybe 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 very convenient communication tool, a 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 a museum of the past that can be visited by tourists.

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

A general named Rowell made "unparalleled achievements" in the ice and snow.

Later generations gave him mixed reviews.

Some people think that his idea was good, but his execution was wrong. Moreover, clay soil later 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 goes his own way, imagining that he is an omnipotent savior, killing people who should not have died for a plan that is impossible to succeed, and ruining the inheritance of civilization. the last possible possibility.

Others say that if General Rowell had not tried to use his few remaining resources to gamble on that almost impossible future, maybe 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 the people living here will be like the survivors in the southern seas. They don't need the red clay to take the wrong direction at all. They don't even need anyone to carry them forward, and they can spread their light and heat to other places. Far away...

It is a pity that history has no ifs. The shape of another future can only be left to the imagination of future generations.

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

Most of these items 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's Social Science Research Institute returned the trophies to this museum that belongs to the people of Golden Gallen Port in the form of a donation.

There are also some items that entered the market during the renovation of the old city.

Kinggallon Town Hall bought part of it from the auction through a financial grant.

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

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

However, this is a disgraceful history.

The residents of Golden Gallen Harbor who have been in trouble for several years are far less interested in this period of history than before, so most of the museums are filled with foreign tourists.

While walking into the Rowell camp, the mayor of Golden Gallen Harbor, Jodu, said in a slightly apologetic voice.

"It would be nice if you told us your itinerary a few days in advance, so that we can make some arrangements in advance."

Han Mingyue smiled and said.

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

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

Hearing that guests from Nanmen 2 suddenly visited here, the entire city's media were alerted, and a large wave of reporters rushed over.

Fortunately, Jodu 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 at the Security Bureau in advance and dispatched a large number of police forces to set up a barrier outside the museum.

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

The overwhelming enthusiasm 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.

"It's not all, there are probably some people watching the fun." Looking at some guys in the crowd who looked like praying to gods and Buddhas, Ye Shi said with a subtle expression.

It is true that this guest from Nanmen Er 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 as they do now.

It wasn't until I got more exposure and received some education, and realized that the invulnerable iron knot was just an exoskeleton that anyone could wear, that the title "Iron Man" gradually became less popular.

Ye Shi suddenly felt a little disappointed.

These people should have received some education, but they seem to be the same as 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 noticing Ye Shi's expression, Jodu smiled sheepishly and said.

"It's funny."

He has been with Fang Chang since a long time ago and can be regarded as an elite in this settlement.

He was very aware of 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 actually did something bad. Maybe we Shouldn't have been here in the first place."

Jodu said quickly.

"Don't think so. Every resident of this settlement is very grateful to you. If you hadn't come, this museum would still be Nihak's pasture..."

"Maybe."

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

He still remembered who hung the 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 then fell silent.

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 that man's subsequent fate, he couldn't help but feel a bit of sadness in his heart.

Not wanting to have the sadness written on his face, he looked at the outsider on the side - the guest from Nanmen 2.

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 do the souls of the dead go?"

"He hasn't gone anywhere, he is still 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 on our bodies...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 hold back the emotions in his heart.

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

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

"do not give up."

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

The ruins have basically been excavated, leaving only a few doubtful points.

At this moment, Dora suddenly stopped and her eyes stopped on several 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.

"Most of the people detained here before were from the Yue Clan?"

Han Mingyue's face showed a surprised expression.

"How did you tell?"

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 stunned 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, when she saw this man's

She thought he looked a lot like Tun Nan.

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

"Big Moon King...is this what my descendants call me?" The majestic king murmured, then looked at Dora and asked eagerly, "By the way, are my people okay? .”

Dora smiled shyly and said as she recalled the good times at Chip Port.

"They are all pretty good, at least...the ones I've met are pretty good."

"That's good……"

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

"Thank you, I feel much better."

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

"Did you do something bad?"

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 night."

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

"It's good to be alive."

He smiled happily, and the transparent 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.

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

The man's temperament was completely different from that of the Big Moon King, but he looked a bit like the staring "officer" that Mayor Yodu said.

but--

Dora could clearly feel through psychic energy that he was not the person Mayor Yodu said.

And, they are two completely different people.

"These bastards... I gave them the red soil to save people, but I didn't let them use it as a bargaining chip to seize territory! Doesn't anyone feel stupid? Playing tribal war as a primitive man in the zoo!"

"Also - the nuclear winter is over, why are you still using this thing as food! Damn it! Even slavery has been introduced... I really want to live longer and go back!"

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

Maybe it was because he had the mark of the human couplet 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 the nagging guy, he couldn't help but complain.

"Is it possible 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 is probably inseparable from the bloodshed in the era of tribal melee.

Someone must break through the human lower limit again and again before red soil can find the soil that is truly suitable for its growth.

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

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 happened? If people eat people, I want to be included in the history books!"

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

"That's all...what was supposed to happen happened. I've already made it into the history books. I know you kid wants to laugh at me, so just go ahead and laugh."

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

"I admit that I also made mistakes, at least half of them... I'm sorry for the soldiers who believed in me. Some things can be overcome with spirit, and some things cannot. I'm sorry for those scholars, they said they couldn't do it, even if Even when the People's Federation was at its most prosperous, a huge research institution was needed to complete this project, but I feel that they are scholars from the People's Federation, and if they work hard, there will always be a way..."

"I can't evaluate it, but in a world made of matter, there are indeed many things that the spirit cannot do," Ye Shi sighed, "For example, black cannot become white, and square cannot become round. , 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, turned his gaze to the camp wall, and said with blurred eyes.

"I can't see outside. I don't know which bastard started it... It seems to be a fool who calls himself the Moon King. He was afraid that those who eat dirt would oppose him, so he built a wall here. Although he miscalculated, he is still alive At that time, 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... my feelings for them are getting thinner and thinner. Maybe it has been too long, and I am not worthy of their memory. Maybe it won't be long... I will disappear with my temporary confusion. This land is gone.”

Ye Shi shrugged his shoulders noncommittally.

Although he didn't ask for anyone's forgiveness, at least he admitted his confusion.

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

"You...may not actually be here."

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

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

Ye Shi was also stunned by Dora's words.

Although his attainments in spiritual energy are indeed not as good as this "Temple Maid", the resonance field that has been formed can't be fake, right?

It's 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 and affirmative language.

"The real you is in everyone here...they are all you, or a continuation of you."

"And the only thing left here is the you who lived a long, long time ago... 200 years ago."

"The you who is not dead yet."

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

"No……"

"That kind of thing..."

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

"You have not been forgotten, whether it is your red clay or your momentary confusion..."

"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 regard it as an example to be passed down from generation to generation."

"No! Stop talking, shut up—!"

He roared hysterically, covering his face with his hands, and then disappeared into the wind like a howl.

or--

Back to his original timeline.

Ye Shi, who was originally confused, suddenly had a flash of enlightenment in his mind.

I see.

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

His soul transcended time when he was dying, and he saw what this land would look like two hundred years later at the moment before he died.

That's certainly not true time travel.

Just like the crew of the Orion.

It's just that they, standing on different timelines, invariably generated deductions or associations due to the high degree of spiritual resonance in their respective timelines.

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

"...Is this the resonance field?"

Ye Shi suddenly found that his understanding of psychic energy and resonance fields had become even better.

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 dizzy.

Han Mingyue, who was standing next to her, held her shoulders and asked with concern.

"Are you OK?"

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 Mingyue's face gradually turned eager. He looked into her eyes and continued to ask.

"What just happened? 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 Mingyue 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 obviously be happy, but for some reason, he suddenly broke down in tears. .”

Almost all the souls she had met before were relieved to learn that they existed in another form.

Including the little koala's father.

Including the "Big Moon King".

But General Rowell was different.

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 Mingyue standing nearby was stunned, but also everyone including Professor Sun Zewen and Mayor Yodu were stunned on the spot.

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

"I probably understand...you saw him 200 years ago, right?"

Dora nodded slightly.

"Um."

A heartfelt smile appeared on Han Mingyue's face.

"Thank you, I probably understand."

Dora looked at her blankly, with a happy expression on her face, and said timidly.

"Did I help?"

Han Mingyue nodded seriously and turned his attention to the camp in front of him.

"The last piece of the puzzle we are missing is actually the testimony of General Rowell himself."

"After the success of the rebellion, his men destroyed almost all the relics he left behind, whether it was notes or personal clothes. So much so that only a few words of General Rowell's own opinions were left, and the clues left behind were more. People’s indirect evaluations of him are either poor imitations of his notes by later generations.”

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

"In fact, their smart-aleck behavior is just like Rowell's, inspiring or influencing generations of smart-aleck descendants, causing an immeasurable impact that is far greater than that of clay soil."

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

"...Thanks for your help."

“This gap has finally been filled.”