As night approached, Ian's figure slowly appeared on a more remote path on the edge of town.

He held a few bags of food in his hand, and walked a little cautiously on the dark path, even if Sun Wuru told him that in the whole of Northern Europe now, there is very little computing power used for surveillance, even if the "Garden of Eden" wants to track down them, it is powerless.

But Ian was still habitually cautious, or rather, he was a little excited about this sneaky status quo.

He didn't feel any difference in his body, and after a day of inquiry, he still felt back pain. Two bags of food were very difficult to lift, and it was not at all like the rest of the people who could pull a thousand pounds.

He was still a little short-sighted, and even had a bad memory, and wandered around the town for a long time before he could barely find a familiar way.

Although this is not the enforcer of his dreams, after all, he is still young, and he still does his best to complete the task given to him by the Lost Oasis.

It's a pity that a few days have passed, and he hasn't collected any information that can be used.

In front of him, a small gravel road spread forward. This two-storey cottage is a little out of place compared to the other houses around it, full of angular stones instead of other people's wooden fences, and the neat lawn stands with half-height stone lamps, no other flowers and decorations, only a gray gravel road extends in front of this small wooden building, the layout is very simple.

"What's wrong with your face?" Before Ian walked to the door, the door had been opened by Lin Qionglu, she looked at the injury on Ian's face, and beckoned him to come in.

"Someone is fighting." Ian said, not putting down what he was carrying, but taking off his shoes a little awkwardly, and then walking through the corridor of what the man called the "entrance", passing by a small golden Buddha, and then the living room.

The light white curtains are blown by the wind, and the courtyard outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is planted with bamboo from the East, which also hints at the identity of the owner of this small building.

It's not from the East, it's the small island nation a little further east. This is what the bespectacled intellectual in the Lost Oasis told him.

The only one in the living room was the wallbreaker, who was lying on the sofa and sleeping. His face is not as pale as it was a few days ago, and his expression is very relaxed, like a vacationer lying on the beach.

But he woke up at the slightest sound of footsteps.

"Coming back?" The wall-breaker looked out the window, and it was already evening. But time didn't mean much to him, and he stayed here to sort out his thoughts once in a while and think about something else.

"I don't dare to receive too much food, for fear of being discovered." Ian took two cans out of the bag and placed them on the table.

"It's okay, we eat very little." The wall breaker picked up the can and looked at it, but did not try to open it, and the weak voice and body lay back on the couch together, glancing at Ian, "Does your face matter?" ”

"Just put some medicine." Ian wiped the blood scab that had dried and said, "There are fights in the restaurant, and so is the place where the food is distributed." ”

"How come it's been days and there have been fights. New wounds add to old ones, is Norway such a place? ”

"No, it should be like this all over the world?" The wall breaker rolled his eyes and said, "This is normal, everyone has lived in the virtual space for a long time, and when they come to the real world, they will definitely not be able to adapt to it." Moreover, the government lacks a plan to manage this situation, after all, no one expected that a game that had been running for 20 years would suddenly go down, and it would still be so popular. ”

"I don't quite understand." Lin Qionglu rubbed her fingers, which were no longer smooth, and found that there were a lot of calluses on them: "What will happen if it goes on like this?" ”

"You've played Lost Oasis, and there are some mechanics you don't know if you understand." The wallbreaker looked at Ian and said, "You can set fake players in your own world to your liking, and the system will automatically adjust the robot's personality according to your personality, just to cater to you, when you like." As a result, their world is full of robots that follow their wishes. Arrogant and selfish people can live perfectly in their own world, and then what? Now they're all out. I thought this was a virtual world~"

After saying such a long sentence, the wall breaker continued to weakly hold his stomach and close his eyes.

"There's really no one fighting in the game." Ian looked at Lin Qionglu and shrugged his shoulders, and even wondered why Lin Qionglu hadn't played such a popular game.

Lin Qionglu also shook her head, bent down to put away the cans in the bag, brushed up the hair on her forehead with her right hand, and said, "I'll go and make you something to eat." ”

"Stop making that kind of soybean and purple rice porridge, I beg you, make some meat." The wailing of the wall breaker was left behind her, Lin Qionglu was really helpless about this demand, the owner of this house had some quirks, and the most strictly controlled was the food they ate every day.

Silence returned to the living room, and the night breeze was a little cool, and Ian shrunk back and walked slowly into the house.

He looked at the wooden staircase that snaked upward, the thin planks of wood had two pairs of fresh footprints, and other than that, it was covered with fine dust, as if no one had walked on it in a long time. Ian vaguely remembered the first time Sun Wuru walked up, the wooden board creaked overwhelmedly, and it was as light as an ornament.

Ian hesitated for a moment, didn't go upstairs, just found his room on the ground floor, stood there for a moment, and knocked on the next door.

"Who?" Su Duan opened the door, and Ian felt a chill behind him, but it quickly disappeared.

"It's too quiet outside, wandering around." He couldn't think of any other reason to come to this person, but whatever the reason, maybe Su Duan would receive him according to the courtesy of the guests, even if he was a little busy right now.

"Please come in." Su Duan didn't say much, but his tone was as weak as the wall breaker. He seemed to have lost his original ability to talk, and his round cheeks slowly sunken, but they highlighted the ordinary eyes of the Dongguo, and there seemed to be something flashing in them.

This is the only study, and the owner of the room heard about his identity and deliberately made room. Su Duan took out the futon from the cabinet and piled it on the tatami mats, and sat down at the table in his accustomed position, on which a thick stack of paper was piled up, and words were written on it.

Su Duan has hardly read books in the past few days, and he has not seen any smart devices and screens in the room, only these papers, and a pen that is about to be worn bald.

These papers are very expensive, at least Ian has only seen them in the game. A clean, writing paper on the market costs a lot of money to buy, not because it's priceless, but because no one uses paper anymore.

Unless, a classified government document.

"What's new?" Su Duan covered the dense Dongguo script on it with new white paper and poured a glass of water for Ian.

"It's fun outside, but there's no one to manage it, and the whole city is chaotic." Ian shook his head: "I haven't heard anything valuable, a lot of people don't have jobs, and they haven't collected anything online. ”

"I know all of that." Su Duan played with the pen in his hand, which is also the collection of the owner of the house, I don't know how long I haven't used it, it's very uncomfortable: "I want to know something else, for example, have the police arrested the troublemakers?" ”

"I didn't see it."

"Are there special robots in those places where you receive food to verify your identity?"

"No, you can take whatever you want. Food is still being produced, and there have been too many people going to get it lately. ”

"Finally, has the shop that was smashed yesterday opened today, and has the contents been repaired?"

This sentence made Ian feel excited, and he wanted to pour a plate of water from the top of his head in a daze. The memories of the past few days instantly appeared in his mind, those casual glances, those shops that continued to close, and they came to his mind one by one.

There's a sense of dissonance in the city, but no one seems to notice, and they're all talking about what happened that night and complaining that the game didn't open as scheduled. If the store doesn't open, they'll change it, and it's all an unmanned store anyway, just waiting for the government to fix it.

But it seems that in the past few days, the shops that were destroyed because of the violence have not been reopened.

"They don't have enough resources." Su Duan was silent for a moment, but still pointed out this sentence. He lifted the top layer of paper and wrote down a few more words with his pen: "The whole of Europe is shrinking its resources. ”

"So, what we're doing works?" Ian leaned forward and asked.

"What are we ours, what is the matter with you?" Su Duan smiled: "You are too weak, I don't even know how long you can live." If you want me to say, go back to France and hide as soon as possible. I don't know what's going to happen next. ”

Ian yawned and shook his head in passing. He scratched the back of his head and said sleepily, "It's the same everywhere, maybe it's a little more interesting here." ”

"What about your parents?" Su Duan nodded: "And your friend, no one cares where you go?" ”

"I don't know where they are, I haven't been in touch for a long time, and I don't have their contact details." Ian said: "Giving birth to a child in Europe is subject to a very strict assessment, so I was born secretly and no one cares. As an adult, I left my hometown on my own and went to Burleigh in a city in the west of France to find a place to live. But every day is to play games, and now everyone plays and finds a job in it. ”

Su Duan shrugged, he was no stranger to this kind of story. With thousands of years of memories in his mind, he couldn't feel any sympathy for this kind of encounter. Luckily, Ian's tone didn't pay much attention and didn't need much comfort, so the two tired teenagers lay on the tatami mats, listening to the ticking of the pendulum from nowhere.

"I've always wanted to ask a question, but I didn't dare to ask." Ian broke the silence suddenly.

"You say."

"That big guy is the one who created the iron plate out of thin air...... Is it really a mutiny? ”

Su Duan looked at the chandelier above his head and blinked.

"I'm not sure."