Chapter 40: The Sandbox Pictures

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The bone china coffee cup is as white as jade, the pure black coffee exudes an attractive mellow aroma in the sun, and a small cream ball is in the coffee, which is a cute cat's claw shape, with a pink meat ball.

Ice Green Orange doesn't like coffee, it's a bitter drink that smells bitter and makes people dance in the spirits. She ordered orange juice and biscuits, and of course the glass of orange juice was a cat, and the biscuits were also in the shape of a cat's head and cat's paws.

"What is the content of the movie you went to see, and is it good?" Zhai Eighteen Niang didn't look up, her attention was all on a cute little white cat on her lap.

"It's not very good-looking, and the super expensive movie ticket buying point I bought is a super real record." Bing Qingcheng took out a movie ticket and put it on the table.

The cute little white cat purred comfortably, and her chin rubbed against the palm of the eighteenth mother. Zhai Eighteen Niang quickly glanced at the movie ticket and already understood.

"The movie ticket you buy is not strictly a movie." "It's an experience where the entire sandbox is built for a certain purpose, but the protagonist doesn't know it." It seems that you can exercise your mental power and experience the state of mind of thousands of lifetimes of reincarnation when you cultivate, but it is very expensive to establish a sandbox, and some sandbox records will flow to the market to return to the original. ”

"I don't understand." Bing Qingcheng glanced under the table, there was a little cat meowing at her feet, but she was thinking about her little black, there can't be a dog here, only to continue in the pet space.

"You can see that you have experienced an illusion, but the people and things in the illusion are actually happening, and you are the only projection, so you will not leave a memory after the end." Eighteen Niang said.

"So is it true or false?" Bing Qingcheng was completely confused.

"It's false for you, because it's going to end, it's real for the sandbox, because the sandbox resets." Eighteen Niang said.

Bing Qingcheng nodded, she felt that it was better to pretend to understand it now, "So is there a way to know that it is an illusion in the hallucination?" ”

Zhai Eighteen Niang stretched out her hand and showed it in front of Bing Qingcheng, "There is a very simple way, you can judge whether your body is the body or a replica, look at the palm prints of your hands, what do you find?" ”

Opening her hands, Bing Qingcheng looked at her palm prints, she has been here for a month, she has not done anything serious, she has not been beaten by wind and rain, her skin is more delicate than before, her palms are much smoother, and her palm prints seem to be a little shallow.

"The palm prints have become lighter." Bing Qingcheng said honestly.

"The climate here is humid, but your skin is more tender when it absorbs water." Zhai Eighteen Niang patiently explained, "Pay attention to the comparison of the palm prints of the two hands, the lines are different." ”

Bing Qingcheng thought that it was the same, but he was still carefully observing, the lifeline, the career line, and the love line, which was seen as palmistry science in the previous paragraph. At that time, she asked the eighteenth lady of the house, but the other party said that the palm prints would change according to the environment, and the palmistry was not reliable, so she comforted Bing Qingcheng, who was said to be lonely and old.

The palm prints on the hands are generally the same, but there are some differences in the details, and the longer Bing Qingcheng stares, the more he feels that everything is different.

"In the movie I watched, the male protagonist looked at his palm and suddenly showed a painful and decisive expression." Bing Qingcheng said, "It's strange, I've forgotten what I just watched, obviously repeating the names of the heroes and heroines many times." ”

"It may be that he found that the palm prints on his hands are exactly the same, indicating that he is not a deity, but just a personality projection." The eighteenth lady took a sip of coffee, and the cream ball had melted and turned a beautiful brown. "You can't remember the content because there is a protection system that won't let you remember the character and abilities of the main character."

"Isn't that useless?" Bing Qingcheng said in frustration, "Am I wasting money?" ”

"It's cheap enough to watch other people's Sims, but you're looking at it a little bit now." The eighteenth lady of the house touched Bing Qingcheng's head, "Besides, to make money is to let it be spent." ”

"But that's what you get." Bing Qingcheng looked at the eighteenth mother of the house and said, "Although the octopus boss said that it is easy for you to make money, it is your money, not mine." You've been taking care of me, and I'm having to work on my own now. ”

Looking at the determined light in Bingqingcheng's eyes, Zhai Eighteen Niang nodded and said, "You're not tired, then we'll get to the station, right?" ”

After drinking coffee, the two leave the cute cat café. The white kitten seemed to like the house and stuck to her and didn't let her go.

"It looks like it likes you." Bing Qingcheng said.

"Yes." Zhai Eighteen Niang touched the head of the little white cat and said softly, "Okay, little marshmallow, I'll come again." ”

"Meow-" The little kitten looked pitifully at the eighteen mothers of the house with sapphire blue eyes, and reluctantly left.

"Haven't you thought about getting another cat?" Bing Qingcheng said.

"Now the coordinates are far away from the train station, let's jump over directly to the space this time." The eighteenth lady of the house changed the topic.

Bing Qingcheng hates space jumping the most, but the fast speed of the eighteenth lady of the house does not allow her to refuse at all, and she jumps out of the space as soon as she grabs her.

The world was spinning, severe dizziness, and the desire to vomit. Bing Qingcheng helped the eighteenth lady of the house, and she had already arrived at the train station.

This train station is not a train station for everyday life, and although it can also take you out of place, the station is in a copy of this universe.

Today's train station is still full of people, in the wide and simple space, the windows with different signboards are lined up, and players dressed in different looks are queuing up to buy tickets under the colorful windows, but some queues are very large, and some queues are very few.

"The relaxation area full of beautiful women and men has the largest number of people at any given time." The eighteenth lady of the house helped Bing Qingcheng to find a place to line up.

"Last time, I remember that it was the most crowded in the technology online game area, and this time it was a medieval elf. The fashion wind is really swaying from side to side. ”

Bing Qingcheng was dizzy, and she didn't pay attention to what the eighteen mothers were talking about.

"I want a ticket that is suitable for the mental health of teenagers, and the one given to her is the fastest." The eighteenth lady of the house had already arrived at the window and pointed to Bing Qingcheng and said.

"Okay, the ones that are suitable for mental health are all related to school, please get your ticket." The ticket gate was a handsome guy with blue hair, and his gentle hands handed the ticket to Bing Qingcheng, "Looking forward to you enjoying the process of traveling." ”

"Thank you." Ice green orange lifts the spirit.

"I'm her guardian, I remember that you have a long-term magic college here, can you introduce me to it?" Eighteen Niang said.

"I'll be happy to serve you." The blue-haired handsome man said, "But her train is coming to the station soon." ”

"Then I'll come back later."

"Wait a minute, you're a VIP customer." The blue-haired handsome guy saw the payment information of the eighteenth lady just now, took out a business card and threw a wink at the eighteenth lady of the house, "We can find a place to talk slowly." (To be continued.) )