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......

[Flower before the moon: contact back to me, I will evenly balance LG's resources and send you a temporary contract. This competition is just a test of the waters, don't worry too much about the outcome or defeat. 】

[Su Aya: What's the point of playing games and always losing? 】

As soon as these words came out, the old face under the moon was a little unbearable, I don't know if this girl was deliberately sarcastic or how, the SLI league is a large-scale and very formal event held by the official magic capital and the NVIDIA brand, and LG's position in it is the runner-up of 10,000 years, no matter what the project, it is more than loss and less win.

[Under the moon before the flower: Okay. You're big-breasted, you're reasonable. 】

[Your harassment has been handed over by the other party to the public information security review and management review, and you will not be able to send any information to the player Su Aya within half an hour. 】

"This girl ......" the moon stared at the announcement that popped up from the private chat channel. It's also a helpless look.

Su Aya lifted Xiao Zhuang's summoning form. Throwing the Dark Arts tomes back into the backpack, last time I almost blew Mr. Mority's head out because of a walking corpse, this time I can't make a similar mistake in the script.

Back in the Loading space, just like last time, in the middle of the road is a slot machine that determines the era of the script, and there are countless forks in the road that determine the era and place of her going.

“1994.”

“0825”

“-17000”

"There are 17,000 years BC, I'm afraid I don't have to bring some missionary tools to develop the IQ of ancient Homo sapiens..."

Su Aya muttered to herself, feeling that the numbers on this pile of signs were not very good-looking.

Pull the lever and the metal rollers make a crisp and pleasant rustling sound.

Finally, it was the ......

【Year 2007】

All the street signs have been changed to the words 2007.

The scene changed, the sky was getting dark, and it was raining.

In the realistic environment of virtual reality, her fingertips can touch every drop of rain and fall on her skin, feeling slippery and cold. A drop of rain and dew hits the slate and turns into fog, take a deep breath of air, and it is all fresh taste. Refreshing.

Embarking barefoot on an unknown path, an equally unknown and exciting journey is about to begin.

Su Aya casually picked a trail and went all the way to a deeper and farther direction, and slowly, there was a clear outline in the dense fog. It's a high-rise building, a jungle of steel.

【Order-Before starting】

In my eyes, a large black box given by the system UI appeared and the subtitles were labeled separately.

The word Order is listed in order. Su Aya understands that this title has the same meaning as the [Vol] numbered chapter in The Nightingale's Song, which may be talking about the story before the main story.

[The story starts with an old phone booth. 】

The tall buildings in the distance lit up with neon signs, and the subtitles were played on the buildings little by little, prompting Su Aya to continue to move forward.

As she progressed, the stone pavement gradually turned into the asphalt of the city, and it was hard and solid. It's cold and hard.

At the end of the road, there is a small bungalow, which looks too shabby in Su Aya's eyes, but it seems to be a unique design that is far north and south, which makes it a little unpredictable.

Half vaulted, half flat.

The vault is used to drain water during the rainy season, and the flat roof is used to harvest grain and dry it on sunny days.

Although there are no farm tools at the door, judging from its simple brick walls and exposed house steel bars, Su Aya deduces that this is a farm house.

Looking at the details, there is obviously an attic on the vault, although the family looks poor, but on this small attic, there is also a viewing platform.

Su Aya couldn't help but be surprised.

For no other reason, when she looked up, she suddenly saw... Unconsciously, the clouds dispersed, the sky was dark, and the stars in the sky were moving rapidly, and the tracer turned into circles, as if time passed extremely fast, like the sand that slipped from the palm of the hand, and never returned.

The old house was demolished in Su Aya's eyes and turned into a small phone booth in an instant.

The transparent glass door is pitch black, revealing a faintly unsettling smell.

Su Aya shook the handle, and became more and more curious about this prologue and the content that followed, she was like a cat......

"Mysterious..."

"Still, it looks interesting."

Click---

The red paint on the doorknob is very smooth to the touch, and it is a very thick and abundant lacquer surface, and it will not be bad to look at it after many years. The estimated cost of this small phone booth is staggering.

But...

As soon as Su Aya entered the door, she sensed that something was wrong.

"Actually... Am I toward? ”

That's right, the conspicuous Chinese label and the double translation of the emergency distress line marked on the phone, as well as the detailed tourist map, are all in Chinese Simplified, and even the map marks her location.

[In 2007, the east longitude was 115.04 degrees, and the north latitude was 34.46 degrees. This place is called Sui County. 】

[At the beginning of summer, he saw that the old house had become the current landmark. 】

[An unusually beautiful phone booth. 】

[When it was an old house, he always liked to lie in the attic, watching the stars, the school was a little more south, after self-study, at night, he could find the direction of the North Star and go home. 】

[Before the sun rises, he can also lean back to the star and go in the right direction. 】

Su Aya listened to the announcer's introduction with a slightly cold timbre and carefully observed the clutter in the phone booth.

Under the phone, there are stacks of self-help publications, which look like a public welfare facility, more like a face-saving project done by the local government, and the earliest design prototype of this beautiful and outdated public facility should have come from France.

She found what she wanted.

A book, lying quietly in those times that seem "ordinary". Is that......

Hunter --- Chinese translation of Hunter560

Author--- Frederick Langbridge (English poet 1849-1923)

[It's called "The Poetry of Imperishability"]

Su Aya didn't think much about it, took the book, but found that this kind of item couldn't be stuffed into the system baggage.

"It's really something very important..."

Su Aya wanted to stuff half of the hunter coat on her body, but she had no choice but to flat-chested and use her plump figure to hold up this book, and there was more burden in her hands, so what should I do if I go out and meet a dozen real hunk men?

She had to take off her wide, large antler hat and stuff the book inside.

He loves the stars, and as his name is, the stars. 】

The announcer seems to be introducing the protagonist of the story, and Su Aya is not in a hurry, and decides to stay in the phone booth for a while, the more information she can get, the more she can find a breakthrough. After a while, she also found another key prop.

A notepad.

This little book doesn't record anything, but what the announcer says can be automatically traced out in the book. It's like there is another person writing and painting on it in a distant time and space, and Su Aya just happened to see it.

[He and his sister depend on each other. 】

[If you want to be detailed, they should be counted as "left-behind children". 】

[After the old house was demolished, they also had a new home, but my sister often returned to the old house and stayed alone in the phone booth. Every time my sister comes back, Xingchen always asks......]

Su Aya heard a child's voice.

[Is it through?] 】

It changed back to the announcer's voice.

[And she, her name is Xingcai, and her sister and brother have very beautiful names. 】

[Xingcai only nodded and said nothing. 】

[It's another ordinary night.] 】

[It's nine o'clock in the evening. It's time for you to go home. 】

Su Aya followed the announcer's prompts and pushed open the door of the phone booth.

"It seems that I'm going to play the sister of this little devil now?"

According to the plot, the urine sex is right.

"But I don't even have a map guide, how can I find a non-existent home for Shasuk-Forayas?"

As soon as she pushed the door open, she understood why the announcer didn't give her any hints......

Boom----

She saw the unbelievable sight of crows standing on old telephone poles, sparkling transformers on the old streets, and plasma flames pulling out of thin air between the wires.

Everything came so quickly and so suddenly.

[Only on this day, Xingchen did not wait for his sister to come home. 】

Su Aya only felt a strong shock to her chest and back, and her whole body was numb, and she even smelled the aroma of charcoal-grilled human meat.

Boom-----

There was another explosion of a short circuit in a wire. The buzz spread far and wide. The entire neighborhood was pitch black, and the sparks went out. It's silent.

[Her chest is pierced by electricity.] 】

[The second electric current was supposed to go towards her head, but it was blocked by the strange costume, which ...... Probably the biggest lifesaver. 】

[It's that book. 】

This was the last sentence Su Aya heard.

【Vol.1】

【Two Little No Guesses】

[We have never been different, under the rain clouds, everyone is equal. 】

This was the last scene Su Aya saw on her notepad.

Then her eyes went black and she fell down in a posture of "standard lightning strike".