Chapter 515 NO98 The campus invaded by aliens and demons (32)

Author: Gu Xinxuan

Chapter 515 NO.98 The campus invaded by aliens and demons (32)

XX Middle School...

XX Security Bureau...

XX record company…

All he could see were buildings with ambiguous signage and overly empty streets. The Metronites were moving forward in silence, and occasionally they would hear video sounds projected on the screens of distant buildings.

It seems like everything is playing on the unsupervised screen.

Sometimes it is silent and changeless, like a still picture of a wild scene; sometimes it is a song pv with no one appearing, just a rough animation.

" Wake up めないで Wake up めないで"/Don't wake up, don't wake up

The lyrics seemed to have some meaning, which made the Metron people unable to quietly enjoy the song called "Hualeng Train".

I just feel unreasonably irritated, even with this rain.

He stretched out his tentacle-wrapped arm and spread his palm to feel the raindrops hitting it.

The thin and scattered raindrops have a real sense of existence, but the slight liquid accumulated in the palm seems to be weightless.

The illusion that cannot be grasped is like the bubble of a dream.

He should be confused, he should be doubtful, he should be reminded of everything.

But he couldn't think of anything. Even this unreasonable irritability and weirdness only briefly tortured him for a moment, and then disappeared.

Because he had already seen a building that also had no name, but seemed to attract him from the bottom of his heart.

XXXXX College.

Although there is a lot of greenery, not only the passage in front of the school gate is decorated with long evergreen trees, but even the scenery of the forest can be vaguely seen inside the school.

That kind of building is advertised on a huge screen, but its address is not marked.

But he had already taken steps, as if he was already familiar with it.

——

"Mr. Linton, are you sure you really don't need help?"

The crack in the world is thousands of kilometers away in mid-air that a certain marine star cannot see even if he really looks at it, regardless of paying attention.

It's early morning here, the sky is clear and cloudless, and you can see the tiny outline of the city, the river and the sea of ​​trees below.

It looks... like Anmei District.

The ferocious demon hangs with one arm underneath a black and red fighter plane.

It feels a bit like seeing Kuuga in the form of Pegasus hanging on Gram, but in terms of proportions, this fighter is obviously too big.

However, the two-meter-six-meter demon is not that miniscule.

"I hope you can help me through outside communication..." When he saw that the scenery in the distance seemed to be shrinking, the black flames flowing out of his eyes began to fluctuate significantly, "Stop talking, I'll start with Take action, switch to remote communication."

"...Okay." He also noticed the strangeness in the boundary of this world, and the hovering fighter plane rose slightly in the crack.

The demon who let go fell straight to the ground in a free fall at an altitude of 10,000 meters.

But this was not because he wanted to have some excitement, because the black flames in his eye holes were already weakly swaying in the high-speed airflow.

That is the characteristic of the closed eyes in this pose.

He had closed his eyes and compared the difference in spatial structure between this world and the original world in order to find a teleportation coordinate formula that was still applicable.

With Galatron's calculation power, supplemented by Mefilas's teleportation ability, he had already opened his eyes before he could experience the load of the super G-force on his wings and even his whole body. The fierce black flames were not high-spirited. Fighting spirit, but shock and astonishment.

But even so, he did not forget to teleport and avoided absurd reasons for the accident.

"Hey, hey, can you hear me? Mr. Linton?"

"You can hear me, Justice, I want to ask a question."

"Oh? Do you need help so soon?" The super agent was not surprised. Communicating across the screen to answer questions for the young man was like playing the role of the senior with the 'Grid' field, which made him extremely excited, "asked

Come on! As long as I know, I will answer!"

"Thank you, then let me ask - does the infrastructure of this new world completely replicate reality?"

"Yes! It's almost a complete reproduction. The guess of those police officers is that these spacemen are to simulate future attacks on facilities. In fact, not only the federation, but also the entire world outside the earth is reproduced one to one and simulated.

The entire solar system, but now..."

"It has shrunk until only the earth is left, but it seems that the speed is getting slower and slower." Omo said calmly.

"Yes, after the host was shut down, the entire data world should have collapsed, but now it seems to be condensing."

"It sounds like something is about to be conceived, and it sounds like an ancient mobile phone with 5% battery remaining..." The demon sighed, looking at this familiar road section.

I vaguely remember that the last time I saw him, it was still in a dream.

But when I stood in the rain, the memory involved was still an ancient reality.

The young child stood in front of a steel jungle with numerous buildings that seemed to temporarily block the sunlight, with only the flickering large screen with extremely irrational design ideas.

Even now, their positions are still the same as they were in the past.

It's just that the content broadcast has become something weird, as if it is trying to drag him back into that absurd dream.

There are no people, only sounds, no living things, only the operation of machinery.

It's like a semi-finished game with insufficient materials and just a basic stage.

And this basic stage...

He raised his head and looked at the noisy screen.

"Something so far from my view"/Some things I can't see at all

"I can't hold it though I wanted to"/I can't hold it though I wanted to

"Ah always hands stay dripping with rain"/My hands are always dripping with rain

"Never gained a sense of things I had to face"/I never realized the things I had to face

A swift male voice sang like this, and in the lower right corner of the empty screen was the signature of the singer and producer: Will Stetson/yuigot.

It looks like a new song release.

Under other circumstances, he would have appreciated such a remix.

Ineye Tan's "Lost Umbrella" has been changed into a brand new style, and the clear and fast speaking speed also shows the special singing skills. It can be added to his regular playlist.

But at this moment.

In this drizzle of rain...

"What I'd end up dropping someday"/One day I will drop everything

"The way the drizzle knows"/The feeling of drizzle

"To soak my eyes within it's flow"/Let my eyes be immersed in the music

"My breath is dampened"/My breath is dampened

"'Til it chokes my throat within it's hold"/Until it chokes my throat

After standing there for a while, the demon, whose body was already filled with steam, suddenly asked again: "Mr. Justice, is there any world that revolves around one person?"

When he asked this question, he actually had an answer in mind.

A certain living answer lives with him day and night in his office.

But to prove the conjecture in my mind, obviously more proof is needed.

"Yes, but that usually requires extreme emotions and strong power to interfere with a world that is not just material..."

"In terms of power..." the devil's words came from the mist, "it is normal for residents who simulate constancy to have some incredible abilities, and they usually lack consciousness."

"As for emotions..."

A red light suddenly appeared in the mist, and the devil's eyes were fixed on the location of the West District.

This world is extremely empty, filled with absurdity in its dead silence.

But other than that, there are only traces and shadows of someone.

——

No.

No.

No.

The empty college, the noisy sound of rain, the feeling of nothingness...

The Metronians, who had no idea what they were subconsciously looking for, were walking in the square, in the corridors, and in the teaching building.

There are no posters, no class schedules, no traces of duty schedules and blackboards, and even the small fountain in front of the square is no longer where the three sculptures are.

It was clearly what he expected, but was never given.

Servers that have been shut down not only do not have the margin to generate more, they are even gradually compressed.

His instinctive search is doomed to fail, and he is like a walking corpse if he cannot find the target.

Of course, if he stepped into the teaching building with his appearance, he would be easily recognized as an intruder by a dangerous person.

But now, a more 'dangerous' invasion is coming quietly.

The ferocious demon formed by countless squares appeared at the school gate and stepped into it.

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