Song Shiyi woke up at seven o’clock sharp. She first took a shower and blow-dried her hair, then drank a glass of warm milk, and then began to read the memos on her mobile phone.
No matter what had happened yesterday, the withdrawal amnesia would always empty her brain of memories right on time, leaving her to remember only what happened before she turned fourteen.
Some people say that having too good a memory is a burden.
But for Song Shiyi, constantly forgetting was also a pity.
She would always awaken in a blank slate and then, in a daze, realise that she had suddenly grown up in the mirror. It was as if she had come to twenty years old overnight.
What had happened in these six years of lost connection?
Song Shiyi always couldn’t help but wonder.
According to the records given by the hospital and the committee, she was injured by a special prop during a capture mission three years ago. Resulting in an abnormal brain nowadays, she was unable to preserve her latest memories.
The days of dance practice and public performances in the SUH girl group seemed like yesterday.
Song Shiyi flipped through the memo she had synced to the cloud server, and the first paragraph written on it was.
“Every day is a new beginning.”
She had been chosen by the simulator at a very young age to become one of the Divine Players, and this part of her memory had managed to remain intact.
Or rather, the memory in question was protected by some kind of power rule, and not even props that could destroy the memory could strip it away.
The records in the memo were divided into two parts.
The first part was work and the second part was life.
She first clicked on the work column.
The latest news was written on it.
“Mark and search for the player named [Yao Shen] in the Hall of Gods, the shard world he’s in is related to [Golden Wilderness].”
She tapped her finger next to it and a recording popped up.
A woman said, “Why you? Is it okay to change someone else?”
“…… That guy I only know calls himself ‘Yao God’, I know nothing else.”
Song Shiyi had no memory of this dialogue.
But she was already used to it.
The phone would hear conversations she didn’t remember at all, there would be constant calls from strangers, and people she didn’t know greeted her ……
Sometimes she would hypothetically wonder if she could be not Song Shiyi, but just inheriting or taking over the personality and life named Song Shiyi to walk in this world.
Or perhaps the real Song Shiyi had died long ago. The current self was nothing more than a substitute that could only be used for 24 hours, after which it would reboot, like some sort of machine with insufficient storage.
But that didn’t really matter.
Anyway, in everyone’s eyes, including her own, she couldn’t deny that she was Song Shiyi.
The mobile phone suddenly rang, and the caller was an unfamiliar number with no record.
Song Shiyi clicked on the speakerphone to answer.
There was no voice on the other side.
“Hello?” Song Shiyi tried, “I’m Song Shiyi.”
At this point, the other party spoke, “Come out and meet me.”
It was a girl on the other end, not too old by the sound of her voice.
Song Shiyi asked, “What’s the matter?”
“We met, in an alley with many cars. There is Donghai’s Yu Yao there. I have news for you, and I’m also asking for some advice.”
Song Shiyi flipped through the work column and counted from top to bottom by date.
In one of the rows, he did find the matter in question.
“Outside the locomotive factory dormitory in the Nine Gardens Community, Parking Lane, Jia Xiaokai believer Donghai Clan Yu Yao, causing two deaths. Executed by female Apostle Mary.”
“Ah, remember, hello hello.”
Song Shiyi then agreed, “Let’s make a date then?”
The other party said, “The alley where we met last time then.”
The phone hung up.
Song Shiyi looked at the other party’s number, a very normal phone number.
But she didn’t bother to check the number, she might not be able to do so. For her, her biggest advantage was that she could forget what she had seen, neither adding trouble to herself nor burdening others.
This was also the key to her having so many informants.
Song Shiyi changed her clothes, straddled her bag, and waved at the crystal chandelier in the living room.
“Ming-chan, out the door.”
A small sparrow flew out of the bright chandelier and landed on Song Shiyi’s shoulder.
As soon as it left, all the electric lights in the entire house instantly went out.
The sparrow combed its chest feathers with its short beak, tilted its head, and looked at Song Shiyi with its tiny eyes, just like an ordinary bird.
“It’s the same old rule, no more gluttony, you can’t steal electricity and fire outside, especially from public facilities, as promised.” Song Shiyi tickled its head with her finger.
Ming Zai nodded, in the shape of a chicken pecking at its rice.
……
Outside the locomotive factory dormitory, there were two eleven or twelve year old half-grown kids playing football for fun in the parking alley.
After Song Shiyi arrived here, their eyes had been stealing glances at her, and their conversations with each other were somewhat distracted. They couldn’t stop playing with the ball at their feet.
When they met Song Shiyi’s gaze, the two teenagers’ faces flushed and they scrambled to look away, pretending to be seriously practising their passing game.
Song Shiyi looked at her outfit.
Outside was a wool jacket coat, inside was a black fitted jumper, underneath were jeans and leather boots. Her short silver-grey hair was fluffed up in her ears, and she didn’t wear earrings or necklaces; she only drew a bit of eyeliner and wore a natural-coloured lip gloss.
This outfit would make her look slightly more mature.
Song Shiyi looked around and noticed that the other party was already sitting in a car.
“Here.” A girl waved her hand towards herself.
The surface of the Charade the girl was sitting in was covered in dust, and it was unknown if it had been abandoned by its owner. But these didn’t matter either.
Song Shiyi also sat in the backseat of the Charade.
She observed the other party.
Mary was a girl in a grey jumper, she looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, and wore a cover-like baseball cap with long green hair coiled up under the brim.
The girl wore a pair of sunglasses, as if she didn’t want anyone to know her real face. Normal people wouldn’t understand the terrifying apostolic power hidden in this seemingly slender body.
The other party said, “I want to check on someone. Pray for God.”
The girl whispered, “There is something in his hands that is dangerous.”
“Miss Mary.”
Song Shiyi spoke, “I do know information about Prayer God. However, as a prosecutor of the committee, it is against discipline to leak information to the outside world ……”
“Can I ask what it is that makes you feel dangerous?”
“No comment.”
The other party’s reaction did not surprise Song Shiyi.
Essentially she and the informants were exchanging information for mutual benefit. But there were red line rules within the committee that had to be followed.
Both sides were silent for a while.
Mary suddenly said, “The stuff might be hidden in the safe zone, not in the shard world, that’s the information I know.”
Song Shiyi wasn’t sure what the other party meant.
But for the committee, the normal order of the safe zone had to be guaranteed first and foremost.
“Miss Mary, the safe zone is still safe.” Song Shiyi said.
“Really?” Mary asked rhetorically.
This comment made Song Shiyi a bit speechless.
Recently, two cases had happened in this neighbourhood.
Yuan Lisa’s robbery of Faith, and Jia Xiaokai’s believer’s wall-breaking murder case ……
During this recent period, the law and order could not really be described as good.
Song Shiyi could only say in an official tone, “We will try our best to abort the dangers in advance, but manpower is ultimately limited and cannot prevent every case ……”
Mary interrupted her, “That’s not what I’m talking about.”
“Then?”
“The more dangerous ones …… like [Whistle Blower].”
Song Shiyi immediately shook her head, “Impossible.”
Mary was silent in response.
“I don’t know your reasoning. But ……”
Song Shiyi immediately blurted out, “According to the Realm Dimension Parallelism Theory, the high and low Realm Dimensions have always remained relatively parallel, and the players’ physical distances from each other on Earth-strictly speaking the resulting information interactions-remain somewhat synchronised with those in the low Realm Dimension world.”
“Macroscopically, unlike the active and changeable low boundary dimension, the high boundary dimension is in a state of permanent stasis, unable to directly overlap and interfere with the other boundary dimensions.”
“If a player from another Realm Dimension wants to arrive here, he must move the world he is in and overlap at the world level. But the higher the realm dimension, the harder it is to move.”
“Any closed world or shard world that cannot form a two-way channel or world-level overlap fits the definition of a safe zone. High boundary dimension Earth is one of them.”
“As the saying goes, one cannot lift the earth beneath one’s feet.”
“The usual practice, is for the player to use the Temple of the Gods to descend into the lower boundary dimension world. By moving the Low Boundary Dimensional Worlds in their grasp, they overlap or interfere with other Low Boundary Dimensional Worlds.”
“It’s like two people living in different countries who can’t move entire houses and cities, so they have to go out and meet each other through movable vehicles.”
Song Shiyi quoted many established conclusions and finally concluded, “The safe zone is like the deep sea, and the crawl zone is like the shallow sea.”
“Deep sea pressure will make it difficult for shallow sea creatures to survive, and all the various abilities they pride themselves on will be ineffective here, and they may even suffocate themselves.”
“Even if the It Realm Dimension player manages to make it to the safe zone, then they must cut off their own arms and lose all their abilities in the Creeping Zone. In doing so, it would be no different than a normal person or animal here, but would instead put themselves in extreme danger.”
Mary said, “There are exceptions to everything.”
This light sentence, however, made Song Shiyi think a lot in her mind.
The Safe Zone Theory was a conclusion reached after a lot of practice.
However, as the committee’s research on the simulator continued to deepen, new ideas and thinking were being produced all the time.
The results of any risk to the safety theory barriers of the safe zone would be unbearable.
Even if the likelihood was low, it had to be guarded against. This Mary would never have nothing to do with finding amusement by giving herself news, either.
“Thank you for the news, Miss Mary.”
Song Shiyi said seriously, “I will report this to the committee as an anonymous source.”
……
Lu Yao in the room let out a long breath.
Any organisation had security anxieties, and just naming the theoretical risks and putting out a bit of plausible big news would more or less make them half-hearted.
This time he actually did it for one sentence.
“Is the safe zone safe or not?”
It was for this dish of vinegar that Lu Yao had wrapped a plate of dumplings.
Since the safe zone was solid, and the other Realm Dimension Gods couldn’t come over to PK in real life, then Lu Yao had nothing to fear.
What [Whistle Blower] [Peeler]?
It’s still the same thing.
In the territory of the Garlic Tribe, if your people dare to venture out, my buddy will beat them up once he sees them.
