Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1518 Retrograde Milan Kundera
The name of the blue shirt is "Zhouxian", or he calls himself Zhouxian.

If you walk straight along one of the nine corridors in the round hall, you will find that the concrete space has gradually given way to a bamboo forest; the winding path between the bamboo forests leads to a big house with blue tiles and white walls, and the door is opened through the door wall , standing in front of it is a gauze screen, and behind the screen is a desk indistinctly, with its back facing the mahogany window.

Looking from the outside, it turns out that the space inside is quite small; it seems that the size of the room that the game creator can allocate is also random based on luck.

"The space can be transformed by itself, you can transform it into whatever you want, you already know that," Zhouxian said, bypassing the screen.

Lin Sanjiu nodded, and his eyes fell on the mahogany table—there should be a brush and rice paper on this table, and there is a computer at this time.Pointing to it, she asked, "That is..."

"Oh, yes, that's it." Zhouxian obviously misunderstood what she meant, and said, "I think typing on a computer is the most convenient, better than others. What is yours?"

……what?
Lin Sanjiu was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly remembered the typewriter on the Trembling Lord's desk, and the "paper" she had fallen out of on the typewriter, and understood.Zhouxian is writing games on this computer?Co-authors can choose the facilities that everyone uses to write games?
"Mine are paper and pen," she said vaguely, thinking that there is nothing wrong with paper and pen. "I've never used a computer before, I'm afraid I'm not used to it."

"Are you a post-apocalyptic person?"

"No, it's not..." She always stuttered deliberately from time to time when she spoke, and she was quite tired.

"Then how can there be someone who hasn't used a computer before?" Half of Zhouxian's surprise was satisfaction, "It seems that your hometown world is really not that good."

"Yes, quite poor and backward," Lin Sanjiu immediately climbed up and said, "So I don't have as much knowledge as you."

Zhou Xian seemed to want to smile, but his face was swollen and disfigured, so he reached out and patted her on the shoulder, saying, "Don't bully a young man who is poor, there will be a day when he will come out! You see, you have entered the doomsday world, don't you even Are the healing tools available?"

The so-called obedient listening——Lin Sanjiu is not a "human being" in the traditional sense, but at least he understands this, so he quickly took out the healing item written by Yu Yuan, handed it to him and said, "This is a moment of good luck on my part. I got it by chance...you try it and see how it goes."

"Since this is your wish, then I won't refuse, just because I need it when I go out." Zhou Xian didn't seem to hear the phrase "try it out", so he put it in his pocket without using words to heal his wounds. , just asked in return: "Did you call the Text Club? Have you set up the method?"

The way of calling text can also be set?Lin Sanjiu muttered secretly.No wonder she observed several people, but she couldn't find out the means and omens when they called the text - it turns out that everyone is different, and it is difficult to guard against.

"Well, then I won't teach you." Seeing her nod, Zhou Xian pulled out the chair and sat down, pointing to the computer screen and said: "You want to understand the situation, now is a good opportunity to follow me. I don't have you This luck, when I first came here, I really could only rely on my own groping, and there was no predecessor to set an example for me."

Lin Sanjiu took advantage of the situation to express his gratitude, and Zhou Xian flicked the mouse to wake up the computer screen.As soon as the screen was turned on and the light reflected on his face, the large area of ​​bruises and bruises became even more undulating and abrupt.He can only half-open one eye, it must be very uncomfortable——

"What are you doing, have you read it?" Zhou Xian urged suddenly, but he was a little more impatient than Lin Sanjiu, his eyes glowed, and he said, "Look at the game I wrote, don't look at me. "

...It seems that he is very proud of this game, he has a chance to show it to others, and he can't hold it back anymore.

Lin Sanjiu turned his head, and when his eyes fell on the screen file, he was taken aback.Sensing her genuine surprise, Zhouxian nodded.

It was the first time for her to see the written word game from the perspective of the game creator.Zhou Xian had already filled the blank document in front of her with line-by-line text—from a rational point of view, she knew that what she saw with her naked eyes was indeed line-by-line text; What he recognized was another small world with scenery, sound, shadows and complete rules.

As if suddenly thrown into a three-dimensional movie, Lin Sanjiu stood there in a daze. When he lowered his head, he saw the undulating dark blue sea surface under his feet, with snow-white foam rising every time the waves broke.There was a cloud in the sky, so low that it seemed to touch the waves.

She was standing on a floating board with the number 1 written on it. When she looked around, there were countless floating boards of the same size floating on the nearby sea; the floating boards formed several roads, and each road started with a Gives a game player a starting point.Countless floating boards are paved all the way to the junction of the sea and the sky. With the waves undulating, there is no end in sight.

"Not bad?" Zhou Xian's voice sounded from a short distance away, Lin Sanjiu turned his head, and saw the same man with a bruised nose and a swollen face, sitting on a mahogany chair, his eyes gleaming faintly.She turned her head again, and as soon as she saw the document on the computer screen, she immediately returned to the sea under the cloudy clouds, as if it would rise and fall with the waves.

It's as if the 3D environment was switched back and forth.

"I've put a lot of thought into it," Zhou Xian didn't speak very neatly, probably because she hit too hard.But he still insisted: "Let me tell you, when you start creating a game, you first have to make a skeleton, that is, an outline..."

"How do you play this game?" Lin Sanjiu interrupted him in a daze.

No one doesn't like to talk about themselves, or their achievements - no matter how humble people are, they will occasionally want to mention how humble they really are.Zhou Xian immediately replied: "You will know after watching for a while."

...it was an amazing experience.

Her naked eyes were reading the text line by line, but as her eyes shifted, the scene she recognized in her brain began to change.This is not a game that has been launched yet, so only Lin Sanjiu is a "test player"; the sea water in front of her suddenly burst, and in the rushing water, something floated up——she was about to step back halfway She took a step, but held back just in time, because she subconsciously thought that she was stepping on a floating board with only the sea behind her.

Zhouxian let out a "chi" and let out a half-smile from his nose.

Lin Sanjiu didn't turn his head.Her gaze was fixed on a large raised screen, and she still had zero understanding of the game—she originally thought it was a physical game, and she had to jump from one floating board to the next, but why did this board just On the raised big screen, she was playing a short TV play?

...Should be a skit, right?
In a small and dark room like a warehouse, a woman was half-curled up, sitting on the dusty floor, with an open box beside her, and a little girl with thin arms and thin legs, who seemed to be only seven or eight years old. , It seems to be a pair of mother and daughter.The mother was distracted and absent-minded, and was taking things out of the box one by one; if you looked closely, you would find that her eyelids were still red.

The little girl didn't notice her mother's emotions at all, and all her energy was concentrated on things she had never seen before.There are rusty and broken candlesticks, a large stack of old clothes, a pair of shoes... When the woman picked up an old-fashioned dressing box that looked finely crafted, she stopped, raised her red, swollen and lifeless eyes, and said nothing to it for a while.

"You said you, why are you messing with his children? The wound on the forehead..." She spoke in a hoarse voice, "This box was secretly left to me by my mother..."

The little girl had a tough temper, straightened her back and said, "He provoked me first! He said I deserved not to have a father, because you... anyway, he provoked me."

Mother lowered her head and said nothing, just sighed again.

This endless short play ended here, and when the screen went dark, there was only a reflection of Lin Sanjiu left; the hazy expression on the reflection's face was equally dazed and clueless.

"Don't worry," Zhou Xian's voice seemed a bit complacent, like a magician with a rabbit in his pocket. "You wait and look down."

Standing on the floating board with the number 1, Lin Sanjiu watched several short plays in succession, each short play was endless and weird: For example, in a village, every morning, every villager, They all have to go to the entrance of the village and do a set of weird moves like a ghost.She also couldn't tell whether the villagers wanted to dance on their own initiative or were forced to dance, because everyone's face was numb, as if it was just part of the routine of brushing teeth in the morning, eating and so on. I won't mention it.

After she finished watching four or five short plays in a row, the screen went black, and then the first short play came on again—the mother was sitting in the warehouse, taking things out of the box one by one, watching Dressing in an old fashioned case, talking to her daughter sitting by her lap.Lin Sanjiu finally couldn't bear it any longer, turned around and asked, "This game...what's going on?"

"Don't worry, you read it first."

Lin Sanjiu endured the faint anxiety - I don't know why, every short drama stirred up some kind of emotion in her heart, but she couldn't tell what it was - and continued to watch.When the short play finished for the second time, a sentence floated on the screen: "Excuse me, is this the video you saw last time? Do you have any questions about it?"

Teacher Yi immediately said, "No, there is."

Lin Sanjiu naturally knew what her question was, not to mention that the difference between the two skits was actually very clear, and it was not an undetectable problem for an evolutionary—it's just that even if she didn't turn her head, she could still feel the presence of people around her. Zhouxian's gaze.

She felt that she needed to give Zhou Xian a speech stage so that she could continue digging for information.

"No question, what's the question?" She pretended to be stupid, and said, "Isn't it the same skit as before? This game... I really don't understand."

Zhouxian leaned on the backrest, crossed his legs, like an eminent monk who is about to be enlightened.

"You are such a poor observer. However, if you are involved in this game, it may save your life." He said slowly, "If you go back and watch it again, You will find that in the second video, the woman is missing a pair of shoes from the things she took out of the box."

"Eh? Really?" Lin Sanjiu turned around and looked at him intently, obviously making him happier.

"Next, every short play you just watched will be replayed, and I will ask you if you have any doubts whether they are the same play. The replayed short play will be slightly different from the first played short play." Zhou "If you remember the skit you saw the first time, the game will detect it and punish you, whether you point it out or not," Xian said.

Lin Sanjiu couldn't help straightening his back.It's useless to pretend?If this was a real game, then she couldn't escape the punishment just now?
"The goal of clearing the game is to train players to forget what they've seen." Zhouxian frowned, knocking on the table and said, "When the adapted short play is played for the second time, only those who are sincere People who think short plays are meant to be like that are able to move on to the next board. One skit, one board.”

He sighed, and said: "I still have a few technical difficulties, and I haven't fully designed it, so this game can't be released yet. For example, what punishment should be imposed? It must be a non-fatal punishment to Let them know the lesson. In addition, how to prevent the player from intentionally not paying attention when watching the skit for the first time?"

As he spoke, Zhouxian's voice lowered, as if he had already begun to think.

"These short plays have nothing to do with them. After watching them casually, it's normal not to remember the details... There's no way to force it, so it's not difficult. Or... I'll change the short play to replay the player's life experience Bar?"

Lin Sanjiu didn't understand why, when she heard these words, all the hairs on her face stood apart.

　Feel the need to explain what the title looks like? The struggle of man against power is the struggle of memory against forgetting, Milan Kundera said, I really said this sentence.

　
(End of this chapter)