Vol 8 Chapter 3: About the truth, the return with Oberadin

Chapter 103 of the main text about the truth and the return of Oberadin
Johnny was about to be strangled to death by me.
But we all know that he will not really die like this.
Johnny didn't even bother to pretend to be miserable. In fact, although I have a real sense of him, it is more of a dream touch.
I stared at his face. The face of a beautiful and wild man, the smell of a prodigal and a madman, can attract women, men and monks who abide by the commandments at the same time.
He squinted his eyes and looked calm, as if basking in the Hawaiian sun.
When his body dissipated at a certain moment, I suddenly felt that I was waking up. The world in my dreams was almost instantly away. As consciousness returned to the body unstoppably, I could not continue to listen to the story of the red-haired man.
"woke up?"
"Yeah." I didn't open my eyes, but I knew that the speaker was Lu Zongping.
"Do you really want to be alone now?"
"...Yes." You see, you can clearly see my heart, why pretend to be ignorant and ask me specifically?
"I left you a small gift by the bedside as a blessing for your recovery."
"Thank you." Weakly.
He is gone, listening to the footsteps is gone.
I don't know how many people are still in the room, maybe there are no more people, the room is empty, breathing and footsteps are quiet, only the gentle airflow of the ventilation system.
Ai.
I tried to sigh.
No one responded, it seemed that it was really over.
Quietly open your eyes and look around-except for the mess after the party, the room is indeed empty.
You may or may not understand. In short, when a person learns the bad news and knows his dying fate, he will always be willing to be alone for a while, because all the comforts at this time will not take effect. Death is such a huge monster, which brings happiness. , Sorrow, the happiness of forgetting sadness, the sadness and happiness of forgetting happiness, all can be eaten, eat thoroughly. The fat Reaper sat by my bed, making me unable to see the world around me.
"Yo yo yo, isn't this v? It's been a long time since I saw it, so bad?" Johnny just appeared in my line of sight, squatting on the bedside with a smile.
"roll."
Johnny breathed a sigh of relief, and took a cigarette: He is an electronic ghost, smoking an electronic cigarette, I can't smell it, otherwise I will definitely beat him up.
The man sat down on the head of the bed so comfortably, we were like two cats huddled in the same box.
And I am undoubtedly angry that my private space has been occupied.
I don’t say it, but I know Johnny can see that if he wins a little bit, as my doomed murderer, he can obediently roll back into the chip and let me digest the nausea and dopamine after the headache ebbs. Reward.
But he just still sat there.
I admit that his wicked behavior caused me a little bit of grievance. Johnny Silverhand is a slut. No doubt, he wants to kill me and see my pain during this long execution process.
For a person like him full of hatred, this terrible punishment must make him hungry and thirsty.
So why should I bear such a fate?
What is it that gave me such a destiny?
Maybe before I know the truth, I can shout like all hippies: Damn capitalism!
But now, I am afraid it will not be possible.
The world is a fake program. I can imagine that the creators of this program are creating backgrounds for the digital consciousnesses in their lives, just like God did, but God did not prescribe the year, month, day, and social background. In the program, you only need to do a little bit-pull out one from the vast number of social background settings, various doctrines, various thoughts, various systems, and then bang, a set world has appeared.
If you ask me, ask me to choose, what kind of system do you want to live in.
That is really a problem.
"Tobeornottobe.thisisa"-Johnny Silverhand said.
"Fuck you, what do you want to say?"
"I'm thinking, how can I make you survive."
"You better be, otherwise I will try my best to get you out."
"Listen to me, I have a plan that will definitely save us all."
"I do not want to hear."
"It doesn't matter whether you want to listen or not. Could it be that I speak, can you still cover your ears?"
Let me show you the manicure in my middle finger.
Johnny took a breath of stuffy smoke. "If I guessed correctly, we are trapped in the gods of Arasaka."
"Say OK first, what is that."
"You also know what relic is. This thing can upload people's consciousness to Internet technology. Shen Yu is such a place filled with consciousness."
This statement sounds a little reliable, "You mean, the world we live in is a simulation program run by Arasaka in Shinto, right?"
"Yes, this is the reason. Although we may not be able to escape this program, we can find this god. This is the best way I can think of."
"Then the question is, where is the miracle?"
"I don't know. Fifty years have passed, how could I still know this."
"It looks like I have to talk to that friend from Takemura."
"You mean that Japanese guy? I don't like him."
"Just don't like it~EbookFREE.me~ It can disgust you, that's great."
Refreshing myself, I decided to look at the present Lu Zongping gave me.
"Fuck," Johnny was amused. "Pocket watch? What kind of antique thing is this?"
A pocket watch, made of brass, without a bracelet, with a skull printed on the cover. The cover pops up when the buckle is pressed. The white porcelain dial has a simple design.
A very valuable handicraft must be very valuable. Although I don't understand Lu Zongping's intention to give me this item, I think it is definitely not a waste product. For the first time in so many years, he gave me a gift. To be honest, I have never seen him give anything. Even his adopted son and daughter did not get one or two memorabilia of a warm moment with him.
There is also a note under the pocket watch. On it is a note written by Lu Zongping: The mysterious pocket watch from a legendary investigator is said to have the special power to make people go back to history. It can greatly help investigators find out the truth. Borrowing his power, the master discovered all the secrets of the Oberadin.
That's it, it's really reliable.
I can't wait to try it.
Johnny: "Well, Miss Agent v Ermos, where should we go now?"
"Well, let me think about Johnny Watson. I think we have two choices now. The first is to find the Takemura. As Saburo’s bodyguard, he must know a lot of inside information, and he is now living on the street. We also need our help."
Johnny waited for a while, then reluctantly asked, "Then what about the second option?"
"We went to Evelyn Parker, the instigator, she asked Jack and me to steal the chip. She has too many secrets."
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