Wu Chen had a lot of questions about Broken City. It was a rare chance meeting with the owner of the coffee shop. I wanted to ask for advice one by one, but I was afraid that the conversation would be superficial, so I could only refrain from mentioning it. As mentioned before, everything will wait until the first cleaning day is over.
The original Broken City object used as a stove was placed in the center of the safe house. After searching through the brain, it was discovered that it was actually a plasma incinerator. It is an advanced garbage disposal method that uses plasma technology to incinerate solid and liquid waste that will be widely used in the near future. The high temperature (up to 10,000K or more) generated by plasma can decompose or oxidize pollutants, and decompose complex organic matter into simple molecules for removal.
In other words, the original plot line of Broken City may also be in the near future. As for whether it is a pure science fiction world, it is still unknown.
It's just that because players gather in large numbers, the branch plot lines they carry have an impact on the main plot. Only then did the four-system spiral zone appear, as well as the dynamic edge where Wu Chen was at this time.
Meeting the coffee shop owner by chance made this trip full of surprises.
Wu Chen learned a lot from the night chat around the plasma stove. According to Boss Chu, Broken City is actually a "world where gods have fallen". The gods have long since fallen and the world is shattered, but the guardian, the huge shadow in the void, is unwilling to be destroyed. So with the help of the player's memory, he fought against annihilation again and again and worked tirelessly to rebuild.
The coffee shop owner gave a vivid metaphor. It's like going through irreversible brain death. Only by relying on the memories stored in the "player brain cells" can the guardians continue to repair the broken world in front of them. As Wu Chen realized after experiencing the 404 Road of Destruction: Players are all "memories" of the broken world.
Wu Chen asked again where the memory of the world guardian went.
The coffee shop owner replied that the guardian of the world who was experiencing irreversible brain death still had no memory.
Wu Chen was silent.
Of course, this is just the personal opinion of the coffee shop owner and a family opinion. Due to different backgrounds, the understanding and understanding of the rules are also different. What kind of world the Broken City is to Wu Chen needs to be understood by himself. Let’s just believe what you hear.
Return to the shelter, day 7.
There are the biochemical robot Kotel Vitris and the psychic Kikuko Kuuki, two female Terminator riders who are on duty all night. In the car, Wu Chen and Lin Baiyu slept peacefully all night. By the time Wu Chen was awakened by Zhi Nao, the owner of the coffee shop had already gone ahead. The food delivery drone of Mocha Cafe also arrived at the safe house on time. How is it done?
Seeing Wu Chen's gaze cast through the window, the navigator shrugged his shoulders as if he was used to it. The owner of the coffee shop is known as a debris catcher, and moving in and out of the dynamic edge is just a common occurrence. That seems to be the case.
The team sets out again.
"We're here." At midday, the navigator led Wu Chen out of the pipeline.
As the navigator said in a casual conversation on the way, fantasy and science fiction, which meet at the edge of dynamics, have roughly the same worldview. Outside the pipeline is "urban cultivation." There are also high-rise buildings, airplanes and cars. It lags only slightly behind the sci-fi near-future plot line. It’s more like the original world from the late 20th century to the early 21st century. Flying vehicles are rare. The cluster of skyscrapers is far less cutting-edge than the sci-fi spiral. That’s why it’s called urban fantasy.
The navigation that was interrupted due to the mist surge was also activated again: Tanglou Seafood Hotel, No. 177, Shanghai Street.
"Aren't you coming with me?" Wu Chen asked with a smile when he saw the navigator stopped the car and turned off the engine.
"I am only responsible for entering and exiting the pipeline. There is no place outside the pipeline that I can go." The navigator adhered to his duty: "I wish you good luck, 0326."
"Okay." After agreeing on a return time, Wu Chen and his three followers headed to the destination on their own. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, AE86 drives on the street honestly. Even so, the unique motorcycle terminator still attracts a lot of attention. Fortunately, the destination is also located on the dynamic edge, not far from the pipeline exit. Wu Chen's team arrived soon.
"Hello, I am 0326 Wu Chen, the delivery person."
"Hello, I am 0721 Tianwuya, the receiver."
After confirmation, the underground garage door slowly opened. Following the instructions, Lin Baiyu drove the AE86 into the elevator leading to the top floor.
The style of the tenement building is very similar to that of the Nanchao Star Hotel. However, the Southern Dynasties is about future high technology, while Tanglou is about modern mysticism. Pay attention to the Eight Diagrams and Five Elements, and Qimen Dunjia. The biggest difference from the ancient fairy tales is that urban fantasy does not pursue immortality or immortality. There are many strange people, strange people, demons and ghosts running rampant in the world. To eliminate demons and protect the Tao, we must also take into account worldly interests. The fight between sects is also more down-to-earth. It looks like a branch of "urban superpowers" in the science fiction department. Because of the similar nature, Kuuki Kikuko can transform from an onmyoji into a supernatural being. Of course, the magical potion from Luanwu Millennium New Hong Kong was also the main reason that helped Juzi complete the mutation.
In the Donglai Pavilion on the top floor, the lady in Tang suit sitting in the middle is the owner of this room, Tian Wuya.
"Are you okay?" Tian Wuya was also familiar with it.
"Do we know each other?" Unfortunately, Wu Chen had no impression at all.
"We should know each other." Tian Wuya's beautiful eyes turned around, and he said: "The shelter is broken, things and people have changed. 'This feeling can be remembered later, but it was already at a loss at that time'."
"Okay, Tian Wuya." Wu Chen, who had a heavy responsibility on his shoulders, was not as emotional as Tian Wuya.
"Where is the original?" Tian Wuya calmed down.
"The item returns to its original owner." Wu Chen took out the entrusted item.
"Return the original thing." Tian Wuya took the lacquered wooden box and gave it back: "Remember, don't open it lightly on the way."
"Okay." Looking at the paint on the box, Wu Chen was suddenly moved: "Excuse me, can you recognize this thing?"
"What did Brother Wu say?" Tian Wuya asked back.
Wu Chen took out the 2B pencil that never left his body: "This is it."
"Huh?" Tian Wuya felt something strange when he started it: "This is an unusual pencil."
"To be honest... Madam Boss, this thing was brought with me when I entered the Broken City." Wu Chen said after careful consideration, "It is the thing that was brought in the 'Salvation Gift Package'."
"In this case, it must be related to your exclusive sanctuary." Tian Wuya frowned slightly: "It's just that Brother Wu was born in a science fiction spiral, why did he bring fantasy creations."
"Are you sure it's a fantasy creation?" Wu Chen asked hurriedly.
"It shouldn't be wrong." Tian Wuya exerted his power slightly, and the 2B pencil was activated. The whole body is radiant with light and spiritual energy is overflowing. In a moment, like an old tree sprouting new hair, a small bud emerges from the penholder. The buds then rippled with layers of golden ripples. There was a fragrant aroma in the high pavilion.
It must be something extraordinary.
"Brother Wu, are you sure it's science fiction?" The golden light rippled, and Tian Wuya's smile became more and more charming.
"OK." Unfortunately, the memory of the shelter has long been shattered. Wu Chen has no memory of how awesome he used to be.
"It is rumored that there is a special plot world that embraces all rivers and is compatible with all four series. It is called 'Dancing for Thousand Years'." Tian Wuya handed the sprouting pencil back to Wu Chen: "Perhaps, Brother Wu comes from there."
"So, this is a tree?" Wu Chen took the pencil back.
"Last night, the west wind withered the green trees. I went up to the tall building alone and looked across the road to the end of the world. I want to send colorful notes and rulers. I know where the mountains are and the rivers are." Tian Wuya felt this. As for the answer, it's a matter of opinion. Or maybe it's pretending to be profound, I don't know.
I’m so concerned about cleaning day that I don’t dare to delay it. With the task completed, Wu Chen stood up and left.
"Brother Wu, wait a minute." The proprietress of the Tanglou said to stay: "We are destined to meet each other. This thing is of no use to me. I hope Brother Wu will accept it."
With a shake of Hao's wrist, a card was caught at his fingertips out of thin air.
"No reward for no merit." Wu Chen declined politely.
"If I can help Brother Wu solve the mystery of his life experience, what will he say in the future?" The tenement house proprietress gave him a card as a gift: the Three-Star Umbrella Demon.
Wu Chen glanced at it and was suddenly moved in his heart: "That's fine."
