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"How do you see that?" Mitsumi Fukuda asked, and then she added, "Logically," she said, "you don't remember the helmet I put on you." ”

"As I said before," Shen replied staring into Mitsumi Fukuda's eyes, "man's own knowledge and wisdom are like some kind of indicator, in other words, understandable, like the spinning top in Inception." I don't need an outward sign telling me that it's not the real world, I just need to ask myself to know what environment I'm in. ”

"What, then, is your own indicator?" Mitsumi Fukuda asked.

"Nick. Anderson asked the same thing, but I didn't tell him. Shen Zhenghui shook his head, "Again, I can't tell you, but judging from what I've experienced, it doesn't seem difficult at all to build an online game like the one in Thriller Paradise." ”

"If you're talking about tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of users," Fukuda replied, "that's really a problem, after all, optical brains and advanced information management technology still exist in the laboratory." ”

"I don't think we'll be able to see them in reality in a few years." Shen Zhenghui looked at Mitsumi Fukuda's eyes, "Do you think so?" ”

"I don't deny that," Mitsumi Fukuda raised her chin, "so you've had a fairly easy time this time?" ”

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"On the surface, but since I'm in an environment where I can access files until now, then I have less pressure in my heart, and naturally there will be a lot of ideas that seem to be ridiculous on a daily basis and want to put them into practice." Shen Zhenghui pursed his lips, "Then is my performance still satisfactory to you?" ”

"To be honest, I'm not too satisfied." Mitsumi Fukuda tilted her head, "Tell the truth." We thought you had something bigger to pursue. ”

"Isn't my quest big enough right now?" Shen Zhenghui waved his hand, "My next step is to monopolize the spiritual life of the broad masses of the people." ”

"This is your wishful thinking," Mitsumi Fukuda said unceremoniously, "after all, there are no devils and angels in this world, and your future plans are not possible in Chinese mainland at all." ”

"Are you so sure?"

"It's obvious." Mitsumi Fukuda pouted. "When you invested in the Wang family, I thought you would do something, and even when you hooked up with Wang Anping, I applauded you, but I didn't expect that your mind was not in this area at all." She sighed, "I have to say that you're still inexperienced in this area, you know, Nick. Anderson and I are in our respective countries. are similar to the existence of **oss behind the scenes. She stared at Shen Zhenghui and said thoughtfully, "Or is the situation in China too complicated......

"Or maybe I have a habit ......of cleanliness," Shen Zhenghui responded with his hands outstretched.

"So the fragility of your heart can be seen from the profession you choose?" Mitsumi Fukuda sighed, "When I talk about it in school, I obviously have a set. ”

"So you've wasted years of your time on me?" Shen Zhenghui raised his eyebrows.

"Not really," Mitsumi Fukuda covered her face, "we have enough time and patience to start over at any time." She took a deep breath, but her tone was definitely not as relaxed as what she said.

"All over again?" Shen Zhenghui repeated the word. "So you think it's like you're really playing a game, and you can read it back at any time?" He was slightly stunned. "In that way, what I experienced before was a bit like reading a file. It's interesting to understand life from this perspective. ”

Then he raised his head and looked at Mitsumi Fukuda, whose face was not very good, "You still want to continue talking to me in this fictional world?" ”

"I don't think it matters," Mitsumi Fukuda sat down quietly. "I'd like to hear what you think about that, too." She raised her eyebrows, "Of course, it would be better if you could tell me what your inner observation is." ”

"I should have said it a long time ago."

"I want you to fool Nick. What did Anderson say? Mitsumi Fukuda tilted her head, "But I'm still a little surprised." You know, you did something amazing last time. ”

"Yes, I think the time inside and outside was synchronized at that time." Shen Zhenghui pursed his lips, "I don't think this time, because you can't let me sleep for months, so you have to come in with me." ”

"You guessed?"

"Of course, when I see through this, the restrictions on my memory will be lifted, and I will naturally remember the last scene when you put on the helmet with me." Shen Zhenghui stretched out his hand, "Say, what do you want?" ”

"What do I want?" Mitsumi Fukuda asked rhetorically.

"Do you want me to discover the inner ways of the virtual world?"

"If that method really exists," Mitsumi Fukuda's tone said with a hint of scathing, "I would like to ask you, did you ever find out that you existed in the first place, or did you think that the world after you traveled was real or fake?" ”

Shen Zhenghui's eyes widened, "You mean ......?"

"Is your so-called real world real or false?" Mitsumi Fukuda laughed, "There can't be such a thing as a crossing at all, right?" "When you wake up from a mental hospital, there's a little hesitation and you think maybe that's the real thing, right?" ”

"If we continue to discuss like this, we will start with the premise of 'I think, therefore I am.'" Shen Zhenghui shook his head, "Why did you want me to enter this fictional world?" ”

"There's no reason for it." Mitsumi Fukuda shook her head.

"There's no reason?" Shen Zhenghui asked rhetorically, he grinned his teeth, "So you let me into this world just to let me test whether these movies and TV series I filmed are popular?" ”

"Not entirely," Mitsumi Fukuda said calmly, "I just wanted to test," she said after a pause, "whether you still have what it takes to keep the world moving." ”

"Keep the world moving? Please," Shen Zhenghui stood up and poured himself a glass of water. "You think I'm Haruhi Suzumiya?"

"Of course," Mitsumi Fukuda didn't show surprise, "I ask, when did you die in your last life?" ”

This question made Shen Zhenghui's hand that had been raising a glass to his mouth stop in mid-air, and he tilted his head in a slightly puzzled tone. "What do you mean......"

"This world does not exist until the moment of your death in your last life." She said seriously.

"So Sauron died like that?"

"Of course."

"But you and Nick. Anderson and Angela. Mason ......"

"It's a blessing to you," Mitsumi Fukuda said, gesturing, "Obviously, Sauron didn't believe that the world would continue in your existence, so he died. ”

"So I'm really a Haruhi Suzumiya?" Shen Zhenghui laughed and took a sip of water, "Couldn't it be Ning Huan?" You and Nick. Did Anderson die before the current point in time? ”

Mitsumi Fukuda nodded and said a little flatly, "That's probably why Nick. Anderson is particularly concerned about the reasons at a certain point in time. ”

"He died in his last life in such a gorgeous way as an alien invasion?"

"This is the most impressive way he died." Mitsumi Fukuda looked at the ceiling, "When the time approached the point where he began to know the future world, the anxiety in his heart gave him a delusion of destruction, so his delusion was echoed by the world. ”

Mitsumi Fukuda refocused her gaze on Shen Zhenghui, "You are this kind of anxious inhibition. ”

"In this case, I think that as long as we keep bringing in new people, the world should not collapse." Shen Zhenghui flipped his palm, "Maybe there will continue to be characters like Ning Huan." He should have been born again later than I did. ”

"You don't understand at all," Mitsumi Fukuda raised her voice. "This is the world you dominate, and if you panic at that point in time, no one knows how this world will be destroyed." She lowered her voice, "Maybe it's a nuclear war, maybe it's an alien invasion, maybe it's possible." It's just three wars, and it's not necessarily that the orangutans have occupied the earth. ”

"I don't think you should tell me this."

"Because I've already found bad signs." Mitsumi Fukuda stared at Shen Zhenghui tightly, "Say it yourself, what do you want to do in Chinese mainland?" ”

"I didn't do anything," Shen Zhenghui narrowed. "Isn't it completely normal to shoot movies and TV series?" He pretended to be relaxed and said, "Even if there is a bit of a sideline in the subject matter and content, isn't it normal for someone like me to do this?" ”

"Normal?" Mitsumi Fukuda snorted coldly, she chuckled lightly, with a certain meaningful smile, "I'm afraid you've done more than that, right?" ”

Shen Zhenghui's eyes rolled and widened, "Don't you know what I did?" ”

"I don't believe in your theories about the upstream of the entertainment industry anyway," she pouted, "We have had little communication in the past few years, so why don't you take this opportunity to explain to me your intention to shoot this series of TV series!" ”

"There's no intention!" Shen Zhenghui spread out his hands, "I choose all the best products in online novels, and they have a certain natural topicality, which naturally forms a craze for discussion, which also attracts more and more viewership from discussion and viewing, even if you want to accuse me of propagating 'revolution'," he deliberately deepened the four fingers of his two hands and made a "quotation mark" gesture, "But in fact, I made this move purely for marketing purposes, you know, in a moment of mental tension, even if it is a position, it can be sold for money." ”

"I'm afraid it's not a virtual position for marketing, it's your heart." Mitsumi Fukuda snorted.

"Even if so, so what?" Shen Zhenghui asked rhetorically, "Isn't there a patriotic director with national pride in this world?" ”

Mitsumi Fukuda swallowed hard, she licked her lips, and said in a relaxed tone, "Recently," she said, "through Nick. Mr. Anderson, we have a lot of intelligence within American society. ”

Shen Zhenghui showed a serious listening expression, "President Po Ya has a new idea?" Will he be able to make it happen? Or has the Almighty Freemasonry invented new ways to exterminate humanity? ”

Mitsumi Fukuda glanced at him, ignored his interjection and continued, "In their ruling class, a new idea is beginning to circulate......"

"You mean the big capitalists? That might make Nick. Mr. Anderson inquired about the news......"

"Yes, they are beginning to realize that instead of supporting those who want to be the leading party for them and thus stand under the banner of the so-called liberal democratic Westernization and trouble the TG, it is better to support their enemies, fighters on the ultra-left and ultra-nationalist side, after all, the current TG is the last bunker of so-called capitalism. If you think about it another way, it may have a greater impact on the conservative government. ”

"They really have a vision." Shen Zhenghui licked his lips, "But I personally think there are few people who can do this." ”

"It's clear that TG will live until 2016." Mitsumi Fukuda said naturally, "But will you survive until 2016?" ”

"If I don't doubt it, I think I'll certainly make it to that point." Shen Zhenghui replied seriously, "Can you tell me what the worst-case scenario is?" ”

"Repeat, repeat, repeat." Mitsumi Fukuda said with a certain weariness, "You repeat your life, and then you break into sand in the same place, and then you keep hoping that an outside force can help you through this difficult time. ”

"Is that my mission in this world?" Shen Zhenghui showed a thoughtful expression.

Mitsumi Fukuda bit her lip, "Many people can't stand this kind of blow, so they retain the deepest memories the most." ”

"A lot of people?"

"Sorenik. Anderson I," Mitsumi Fukuda said, spreading her hands, "not everyone can think of this kind of thing as a game, destruction...... It's painful. So they can choose to forget the number of times they have been experienced. ”

"Wow, but it does feel like playing a game."

"Yes, but you're not sure you'll be in the next game."

"Isn't it repeated over and over again?"

"There are quite a few guys who hung up in the middle of the game and may not be qualified to do it again," Mitsumi Fukuda raised an eyebrow, "It's like this time, Sauron, we're missing an old friend." ”

"Sounds like a savior."

"I think you look like you, too." Mitsumi Fukuda tilted her head and said, "I may find a new way to get a low profile from you, and then not to get involved in fierce politics." "But when you started using movies and TV shows as tools to promote your ideas, you went astray." ”

"Am I like the kind of person who promotes the theme of web novels?" Shen Zhenghui pretended to be helpless and said.

Mitsumi Fukuda looked at him carefully, "It really looks like it." She snorted, "I think you're the face of online fiction and culture at all." (To be continued......)