"Odd and even the same?"

It's hard to imagine a bald man in a yellowed white shirt and suspenders, with muscles that almost burst his clothes, wiping his wine glass and asking you the transformation mantra in trigonometric functions.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone in the audience, Zheng Ming glanced around at everyone with a stunned expression, and replied softly: "Symbols look at the quadrant? ”

Hearing Zheng Ming's answer, the bald man glanced at Zheng Ming up and down, and then nodded.

"Very good, please come in. Welcome to the Phantom Society. ”

The crowd who stared at the door lost interest after hearing the bald man's welcome, and began to talk to themselves again.

Zheng Ming nodded in response, went straight to the round chair in front of the bar, lifted the hem of his windbreaker and sat down cleanly.

"Hello, I'm number twelve. What to drink? ”

"Just look at it."

This is a semi-public meeting point for players to exchange information and recruit cooperation. Therefore, alcohol and entertainment are secondary. In addition, most of the players are not interested in the gold coins of this world, so Zheng Ming will say the words like a lamb to the slaughter in this bar.

The bald man didn't say anything, just carefully observed Zheng Ming a few times, then turned around and started to mix wine.

There are no cumbersome fancy movements to attract the attention of customers. The movements of the bald man are simple and fast, and there is great power in the plain.

Taking advantage of the bald strong man's bartending, Zheng Ming looked at the other party and chatted casually.

"It's been a long time. Remember it used to be Paul and they were here. Have you changed your code? I remember using salary to create happiness, huh? ”

"Looks like you're a regular customer. It's been a long time since the Boss has been here. ”

"Really? Has anything big happened lately? ”

The bald man didn't answer, but just looked at Zheng Ming. Seeing this, Zheng Ming threw out a magic spar from his arms. The bald man glanced at the rolling magic crystals on the bar and nodded with satisfaction.

"It seems that your status in this world is not low, and you are so generous. No wonder I met the boss. Some mentally handicapped people obviously have good strength, but they can't even solve their own food needs. ”

Seeing that the bald man did not enter the subject, Zheng Ming knocked on the counter in front of him and reminded in a loud voice: "My magic crystal is not for listening to your complaints. ”

"Well, it's me who doesn't do it. You get what you pay for, what exactly do you want to ask? ”

"I've noticed that there have been more and more players in the royal capital recently. Is there something big going on? ”

It's no wonder that Zheng Ming has this question, but there are too many people with IDs on their heads along the way. Although there were times when there were times when there were more players during the Counterinsurgency Civil War, it was nowhere near as widespread as it is now, when one can be seen almost within a few steps.

"As before, it's just about being on Celtic's side and helping them win. Recently, there have been a lot of people because there is going to be a big event, right? This information isn't worth a magic crystal, you can ask one more question. ”

Hearing the bald man's reminder, Zheng Ming lowered his head and pondered. Thinking that after the disappearance of the two players who brought the news about the Golden Scabbard, the people around them and even the whole world forgot about them, and even classified the source as unknown in terms of inexplicability.

There are also those who were obviously good before, but when they met again, they had player IDs on their heads, Zheng Ming opened his mouth and asked the doubts in his heart.

"In addition to the advent of the real body, is there also a possession of the advent of the player? And after the player leaves, will the aborigines lose their memories of the player? So what happens if the player comes again? Is it a fresh start? Still is....... ”

Before Zheng Ming's question was finished, a bottle of bald strong man bar with the upper layer red and the lower layer golden, and the middle layer was full of stars shining with light spots.

"It's called 'Jin Ge Iron Horse', and I think it's just right for you. As for your question, it seems that these prices are a bit insufficient. ”

Zheng Ming looked at the octagonal cup in his hand and drank all the wine inside. He felt like a line of fire that turned sharply from his throat and merged in front of his chest, forming a raging flame. The intense and spicy flavor is endlessly refreshing.

"Good wine."

couldn't help but let out a cheer, Zheng Ming put down the octagonal cup in his hand, took out a magic crystal from his arms again and threw it over.

Seeing that the bald strong man who was superior to the previous magic crystal in terms of quality and energy intensity, he grinned and showed the jagged white teeth under him.

"It's pretty much the same, I've got this wine."

After waving Zheng Ming's drink money with a wave of his hand, No. 12 thought carefully for a while before he opened his mouth to explain.

"I don't know if you're one of those people who value nature and don't have auxiliary chips. In fact, most of these questions can be queried. But since you asked, and you were paid, I'll tell you all about the information we summarized ourselves that we couldn't find.

First of all, there are many ways to exist in the world of dungeons. But in the final analysis, it is actually the difference between soul wear and flesh wear as the saying goes. Either you come in your original form and have access to all the items and abilities, or you become another person and participate in the story as him.

As for the memory loss you mentioned. You may not have re-entered the world you experienced before, so it's not very clear. Whether it is soul or flesh, when we finish the plot and leave, the memories and deeds about us will fade and blur in the memory of the aborigines. Then their brains will come up with a fairly logical explanation for the lack of memory fragments. Only the players will remember each other.

And then when we come back again, those memories about us will continue to revive in their minds with the stimulus. It's like something we can't remember clearly, or think we've forgotten. When you see it again, you will naturally remember it. ”

With that, he pulled out an antique pocket watch from his bosom. After glancing at the time, he said again: "As for the situation of the original owner of the physical body after the soul piercing player left, it is very complicated to say, and it is far less simple and easy to understand than personal experience. The time is almost up. If you're not in a hurry, wait a little longer and you'll be able to see for yourself. Still want a drink? ”

"No, I don't. Just give me a glass of ice water. What do you mean by waiting a little longer. ”

Hearing Zheng Ming's request, No. 12, who turned around and walked towards the freezer, replied without replying, "You'll know in a while." The state of the natives after the player has left. ”

No. 12's lower and lower volume and complicated tone made Zheng Ming's expression move. He took the ice water handed by the other party, and waited while silently bowing his head in thought.

After a transaction, the confusion about the forgotten nature of Pu Zheng and Hao Meng, which had plagued Zheng Ming for a long time, was finally solved, but at the same time, it also left new questions.

"How, exactly? The spirit descends on a person and then leaves. And remove memories about yourself. Is it really a game world? So this game is too realistic, right? Those realistic scenes also have pain and visuals, not to mention. If you can create a game where all NPCs have their own minds like living creatures, how powerful is this group or this creator? The civilization in which he lived was even more unimaginable.

It's simply creating the world, creating life.

Is this kind of existence really a human society that exists at the end of the 21st century and whose culture resembles Zheng Ming's previous life? ”

Zheng Ming sorted out the information about the players and the game that he had obtained in his mind, and fell into chaos.

(End of chapter)