Break Through the Steam Game Library

Johnny seemed to have made a great discovery, "You think about yourself, why haven't the memories been erased by the plot?"

"I don't know. Because I'm very nice?"

"Don't be nonsense, it's serious." Johnny stroked the data cable between me and Panan. The slightly hot and sour pulse made me feel phantom pain. "You have this ability. Once you disconnect, this little girl will You can’t move, but when you connect with her, you can even trigger the plot. Why is that? The secret lies in you, in your neural structure."

"That's kind of"

"Think about it, when did you start to be different. You are different from everyone else."

""

I know when it was when Lu Zongping gave me the chip.

Johnny stroked my cheek with his cold mechanical palm, which was clearly a digital phantom, but it really made me feel a hard touch, "Remember the monk we met?"

"You mean the one who cheated the money?"

There are many weird people in the night city. The monks are one of them. They reject all transformations of the righteous body and advocate returning to the natural state of human beings. This is a group of social workers who have little production capacity and do not cause much trouble. I have no religious beliefs, my teacher despises religion, and my friend Lu Zongping especially hates Buddhist things. And I always have a happy mentality towards these old feudalism.

I regard them as beggars, because these ancient redemptions cannot exceed the souls of modern people. They have lost the doctrine and followed the simple precepts only to make them more dignity that others cannot understand when they are wandering. It is purely the essence of social parasites.

And because I have money, when these beggars try to beg me with all kinds of rhetoric, I always agree. After all, besides being rich, I am also very generous. For me, the money is really just numbers. Even if it returns to zero one day, I can live on my ability, so if I use it for others, I have no psychological barriers. Anyone who asks for money will give it to me. So everyone calls me Yecheng Hubaoyi, a good man.

The monk mentioned by Johnny was an elderly man. The first time I saw him was in the Heywood Valley area. He was sitting on a concrete bench that can be seen everywhere in Concord Park, chanting scriptures lightly, waiting for me to get closer. At that time, he suddenly greeted: "The soul of the individual will one day disappear. The ships in the sea retain the mark of the old age. The people who are going to die. The world tries to forget you. This will make you fall into arrogant loneliness. Help, and I can help you."

Looking back now, the exchanges between me and this old monk are still vivid, but unfortunately I can’t remember his appearance anymore. It’s just a general impression that he is a tall, plump, soft guy with good skin. The brown-yellow transparent reading glasses, the posture of doing things is very demure.

If such a person does not meet again for a period of time, he will probably forget completely. There are too many new things in Night City, and it is too late to say a few words with passers-by and get lost in the psychedelic electricity and smoke again.

But I met this old monk several times, which made me remember him forever.

When he first met, he said, "You have an incredible power in your body. This is a part of the eternal and immeasurable wealth left by a Bodhisattva who once existed but eventually disappeared. This wonderful power can help you redeem it. Life can change the pattern of the world, let the heart reach the realm of simplicity and nature, and can also save all suffering people."

"Speaking so mysteriously? Why didn't I know I was so awesome?"

"You are different from everyone else. Perhaps you have realized that, whether you can detect it or not, the wealth in your body has already made a huge impact on your experience."

"So?"

"When one day, you encounter a difficult choice, will you choose to sacrifice yourself?"

"I don't know, it depends on the mood."

"I can help you find this inner strength."

"Okay, how did the charging standard come from?"

"Any way of return is fine."

Johnny snapped his fingers, "Return to mind, this little girl has opened the door."

"Oh, good."

"Why do you want to be so absorbed?"

"The monk you mentioned, he taught me to meditate, and I seem to have found the thing he said."

"That thing? Which thing?"

"It's in my nervous system. It's a special piece of data. I have never downloaded it."

"What's the content?"

"I can't crack it, the encryption is very good"

"Where did it come from the wild virus?" Johnny was overjoyed.

Who knows.

"Go, Phra Nang, what shall we do next?"

After helping Adcado grab the monster lizard, I again set out to run for mayor. At the same time I was looking for the mysterious monk. I have a feeling that he, like Lu Zongping, is outside the game. The only problem now is that Panan is still in a coma. I have to take her with me wherever I go, she is really my daughter.

In fact, I can leave her aside, protected by a panacea, nothing can hurt her unless a pot of water washes the potion away.

These days, because I keep picking out the facts to everyone, since we are living in games, more and more people are unconscious, when I’m kind, I will pick them up and take them back to the apartment, put them in a row on the bed, and then squeeze them out. A little panacea protects their souls~www.readwn.com~ They are all sleeping beauties.

It may sound weird, but this is part of the experiment.

When these people are in a coma, the people around them will directly ignore their existence, unless they are important plot characters such as Panan and Judy, otherwise these people will seem to disappear. Their bodies are still on the ground, and people around will avoid them when they pass by, but they just ignore them. This may be the way the plot erases a person.

Johnny is right. I am different from the people around me. I am not directly affected by the plot. Even through the data connection with me, these victims can return to normal to a certain extent.

After we grabbed the monster lizard, it took a while to assemble, and Panan lay on my back and commanded the members of the tribe to carry out maintenance work. Sol also came, he had already woke up, but his mind was tampered with by the plot, and he was furious at Panan's private snatching of the monster lizard. I sent him into a coma again in a few words.

Very good, now I can make np down with a single sentence, and I can also help them gain free will in some way. What kind of player is I like this? Maybe you call yourself an administrator, or b is appropriate.

After the repair of the magic lizard is completed, a test drive is required. A war machine like this requires two drivers, one for driving and one for controlling weapons. The machine unites the senses through neural links, turning the magic lizard into the hands, feet and body of the driver, and the two drivers can also feel each other’s nerve impulses in this process, and each other’s sensory signals will be shared. This experience is true It's not bad, it made me think I was booting my armor.

The turning point came at this time. When Panan and I were making deep sensory links through the magic lizard's system, she was completely awake.

"Damn, I seem to have a long dream"