The live broadcast took place in one of the cabins of a cargo ship.

When the middle-aged man led Chen Yi into the cabin, the "live broadcast" continued.

I saw that the "unmanned" simple wooden bed in the cabin was dangling and "creaking" non-stop. There were also various items of clothing scattered on the floor.

There were "three" spectators in the cabin, a girl in a school uniform, an office worker in a neat suit, and a grandmother in her seventies, all staring intently at the wooden bed, not even paying attention to the movement from the door opening.

"Come, sit here and watch. The middle-aged man enthusiastically took over two small benches and handed one to Chen Yi.

Chen Yi took it in a daze, sat on the bench, stared at two eyes and didn't know where to look.

"Hey, what are you doing looking at the ceiling? Look at the bed!" The middle-aged man who was secretly observing Chen Yi on the side stretched out his hand to "correct" his gaze: "Look at the bed!"

"Hmm......" Chen Yi stared at the bed for a while, only feeling uncomfortable.

Of course he knew what was going on in this cabin in the real world, but ......

But that's so boring, isn't it?!

"We... A group of transcendental beings, just sit here and watch this?" After a while, Chen Yi couldn't help but speak. And the tone of accentuation on the three words "transcendental".

"That's right. The middle-aged man nodded as a matter of course, flicked two cigarettes he smoked, pointed to the bed and commented: "You're late, they only look good when they're dressed." I can't even see it now. ”

"......" Chen Yi has nothing [Fake] to say.

"How's it going?"

It's funny!

How boring are you guys?!

Chen Yi's face was a little wrong, and he wanted to speak for a long time: "...... Wouldn't it be unethical?"

"It's okay, we're sitting here. You can't just because someone in the real world comes in and messes around, we people in the mirror world have to give way. The middle-aged man took out another cigarette and lit it: "Brother die, you are a newcomer, right?"

"Ah, yes. ”

"After a long time, you'll know. The life of our transcendentals......" The man leisurely exhaled smoke: "It's very interesting." ”

“…… I saw it. ”

"We're still more moral. Do you know that some peers hide in the homes of celebrities all day long, tsk, that's exciting. ”

Hearing this, Chen Yi suddenly felt a chill spread throughout his body.

"Brother, where are you going?"

"Continental. ”

"Nonsense! Don't you go to the mainland to take this boat?" The middle-aged man flicked the cigarette ash in a dashing manner: "I'm asking where you go to the mainland." ”

"Sichuan Province. Chen Yi was reluctant to disclose too much information.

"Sichuan Province, good place. The man nodded, was silent for a moment, and asked, "Where is Sichuan Province?"

Chen Yi: "......"

"It's been a long time since I've been back to our country, and I can't remember. The man explained.

"Can you forget this thing?"

"yes. Do you know what Sherlock Holmes once said?"

"What?"

"The human brain is like an attic in the sky, and when you add furniture to it, you have to be selective. No matter what you encounter, if you put all the things that are useful and useless to yourself into it, then this person must be a fool. If there are too many things, the useful ones may be squeezed out. Even if you barely stay inside, it's mixed up with some mess at best. So, when he wants to use it, he finds it very difficult. Therefore, those who can work will choose very carefully when they put something in their attic-like brain. I don't want anything other than the tools I use for my work, and the tools that fit in are well organized. The idea that the walls of the attic are elastic and can be expanded and contracted at will is absolutely wrong. ”

“…… Is this a sentence?"

The middle-aged man felt a little dry and licked his lips: "The above is from Arthur Conan Doyle's novella "A Study of Blood Letters" written in November 1887, translated by Mr. Gog in May 2012. The entire paragraph is word-for-word, and you can find it in the first part, page 12, and fourth paragraph of the Sherlock Holmes Detective Collection Illustrated Edition. So, I won't remember what is useless to me. ”

"You have the skill to memorize these words, how can the provinces of Asia memorize them?!"

"Well. The middle-aged man frowned and pondered: "It seems to make some sense." ”

Chen Yi: "......"

"Quack. ”

"Quack. ”

"Quack. ”

At this moment, a strange voice sounded from the side.

Chen Yi hurriedly turned his head to look, and saw that the white and innocent female student actually took out a bag of French fries like magic, and ate it while looking at the bed.

Chen Yi: "......"

Then, the office worker in a neat suit took out a mirror in his left hand and a wooden comb in his right hand, carefully taking care of his hairline.

Even the old grandmother has found something to do...... She knitted her sweater.

"Smack. ”

Chen Yi supported the forehead.

The transcendent person he imagined was not like this......

Could it be that Snow, Tom, the Two-Horned Chieftain, and these transcendents are fakes......

"Everybody is so lonely. The middle-aged man who had been observing Chen Yi explained.

"Why don't you meditate and practice?"

"Isn't cultivation more lonely? ”

“…… All right. ”

"You're still new, you don't understand. The middle-aged man patted Chen Yi on the shoulder: "Meet me, my name is Wang Dazhu." ”

"Is this the real name?"

"How can we transcendents use their real names when we go out?" The middle-aged man Wang Da Hammer took a deep breath of cigarette: "My real name is Wang Hammer. ”

Chen Yi: "......"

"What's your name?"

"My name is Mosaic. Chen Yi replied expressionlessly.

"Is this the real name?"

"How can a transcendent person use his real name when he is away from home. My real name is Mark. ”

The student on the side of the "poof" couldn't help but laugh.

Wang Dazhui looked Chen Yi up and down in surprise: "Yes, brother, which mage academy?"

"Can you tell I'm a mage?"

"You can see it at a glance. ”

"You're a mage too?"

"Cut. How could I be a mage's coward. Wang Dazhui pursed his lips disdainfully, then was stunned for a moment, and suddenly explained with an apologetic look: "I'm sorry, I'm not targeting you." ”

"It doesn't matter. ”

"I mean, all mages are cowards. ”

"......" The corners of Chen Yi's mouth twitched, feeling that the other party seemed to be looking for fault and fighting.

"I said it, not against you. ”

"Know... Got it. ”

Perhaps neither of them is very "good" at chatting, and the conversation has reached a stalemate. In the room, only the "crunch" sound of the bed board remains, echoing the "crunch" chewing sound in the distance.

Three minutes.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes later.

Wang sledgehammer smoke is empty.

The student girl's snacks are gone.

The hairline of office workers has been combed up by another half a centimeter.

Even the grandmother's sweater was knitted with a sleeve.

Chen Yi, who was restless, finally couldn't help but speak: "We're just here to watch?"

As the words fell, the four people around him focused their strange eyes on him.

"Brother die!" Wang Dazhui said: "It's not fun to watch, and you still want to join the war?"

"No! What are you thinking! My mind is like, let's just sit here and do nothing?"

"Of course not. Wang Dazhui's face suddenly became extremely serious.

"We are waiting for a result. The office worker on the side shook his bangs and sneered at the corner of his mouth.

"An important result. The old grandmother added.

The girl in the student uniform stood up and glanced at Chen Yi coldly: "Otherwise, you think we will be so boring?"

“…… What is the result?" Chen Yi narrowed his eyes, thought for a moment, and asked cautiously.

"Of course it is......" The girl stretched out her hand and pointed to the wooden bed, "Let's see how long he can last." ”

“……”

“……”

“……”

“……”

"It's more fucking boring, okay?!" Chen Yi roared.