"Why are you here?" I asked 5-65, who didn't look like I had broken through the space to get to this place. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Me?" he pointed to himself, "I'm guilty. ”

He answered me like this.

"Guilty?" I don't quite understand.

"What crime did you commit? You were banished here?"

He nodded and shook his head: "I am the Vault Dweller, and so am the Wanderer. I don't know if you can understand it. ”

"Why did you give yourself such a reason to come here, and why did you persist until now?"

"You don't understand. "He just perfunctory me.

"I came here of my own free will, and I came here in search of ultimate tranquility. I needed a place to think, and this was the place to be. He said.

Coincidentally, I also needed a place to think.

"What are you thinking about here?" Idle and bored, ask a few questions to relieve boredom.

"Think about why I'm guilty. ”

Tsk, that's weird.

He stretched his arm and faced my face and said, "Since you came, many of my guesses have been confirmed. ”

"For example," he said, "this space should be connected to more other spaces." ”

"It's a transit point for the world, a buffer point between time and space," he said. ”

"I don't understand. I shook my head.

"Tinker Bell, have you seen it? This place is the time tunnel in Tinker Bell. Does this explain in layman's terms?" he looked at me as if he were looking at a retarded person.

"You know what's the use of this? You can't get out. "How do I feel like he's been talking nonsense all the time......

5-65 laughed and said, "I know too much, I didn't realize for a while that you don't know this." Then I'll take a moment to explain it to you. ”

He brought a chair out of the tent for me to sit down.

He also found a stool and sat down and asked me, "Do you believe that there are gods in this world?"

I nodded.

He nodded as if pleased with me.

"Yes, there are not many young people of faith now. I love you. "Obviously, he is also a young man in his twenties, and he still looks down at me with confidence.

"Newton believed that there was a God in this world, so why didn't I believe it?" I said casually.

5-65 laughed and said, "I've been in the time management group...... I don't know how long. What I have researched that I am most convinced of is that there are gods in this world. ”

"Time Management Group, Time History Control Organization, You've been talking about this organization since just now, what the hell does this organization do?" I became more and more curious about the organization he was talking about.

"Confidentiality. ”

When he talks about this organization, a sincere smile rises on his face, as if he is particularly nostalgic for what happened in that organization.

"Do you want to leave now? If you do, I have a way to help you. He suddenly came up with such a sentence that did not match the preamble.

"No, I need to be quiet. This place is just right. "I turned down much faster than I thought.

"Tell me your story. I looked him in the eye.

"I refuse. "He rejected faster than I did.

"Who the hell are you?" I found that I was becoming less and less hostile to him, which was not a good sign.

He said calmly, "I'm 5-65, a member of the Hour Control Group, the Wanderer, gone. ”

"You just said that you believe that there are gods in this world?" I felt the need to bring the conversation back to the main line.

"That's right, little girl. What do you think the image of a god should look like?" he asked me.

God, I want to think about what my dad was like.

"The gods like to drink beer, and they are strict wives. He likes his wife the most, and his daughters the second. There is a godson who is comparable to brotherhood, and that godson is the god of destruction, and his third favorite thing is to quarrel with the god of destruction......"

……

"Are you thirsty?" he asked me.

"Okay, what drink do you have here?" I'm thirsty, this guy is still good.

"Do you drink dichlorvos or not?"

I retract what I just said, this guy is really hateful.

He said with a serious face: "I'm talking about gods, not your father." Can you please stop talking about gods and tear them on your dad. Is your dad a god?"

In fact...... Really......

But......

Is this appropriate for him to speak......

When he saw that I was shut up, he continued: "I have been looking for evidence that God created the world, and I have been looking for this evidence for five years. Finally, in an experiment, I found corroboration. ”

"A god is not an omniscient being, but a set of rules. Those so-called gods are good for nothing but using this set of rules!"

It thundered in my ears, but on the surface I didn't care, and yawned to show that I wasn't interested in what he said.

Surprised, I'm still very surprised, I don't know how many people in the other world have spent their lives trying to figure out the truth of the world, and this man is not only so young but also has figured out this fact on his own, I can't help but think about it when I say this.

That time management group was able to gather such talents, what kind of background does this organization have?

If the function of this organization is taken literally, how much "real" history do they have?

"You know what? I'm getting more and more interested in your time management team. I told him with my cheeks on my cheeks.

He glanced at me and smiled, "I'm honored." ”

I didn't speak, motioning for him to continue.

He continued: "Although my statistics are not complete, this set of rules contains at least one method of using energy, two kinds of free setting of energy, and the definition of the nature of three kinds of energy. I don't know how to use it, but it's pretty much the same. ”

His eyes became brighter and brighter, and he excitedly said to me, "If mortals can control this set of rules, then mortals can create the world by themselves and become a god!"

"No, no, no, it's not that exaggerated. This stuff is hard. I kindly reminded him, only to realize that I had said the wrong thing after I opened my mouth.

"You know, it's hard, you've learned this, who are you?" 5-65 heard me and felt like I'd been mad by a switch.

"Do you understand this kind of rule? Have you used this kind of rule? Have you ever used this kind of rule? Are you a god?" he stared at me like a cherished animal.

His excited and joyful eyes stared at me, after all, no one likes to be looked at like they were going to be dissected in the next second.

I kind of regret saying that.

If I had shut up silently, I wouldn't have caused such a big hassle at this time.

"As long as you tell me," he reluctantly threw a chip, "I'll tell you the story of me and the Time Management Group." ”

"Really?" I asked him, raising an eyebrow.

"Really. He raised his hand and swore with a serious face.