Chapter 729

Pure light is incompatible in this virtual world.

There has to be a container to carry the light, a bottle, on the nameless Island, the bottle is a salt shell.

Since the end of the "Three Worlds" public test, red city has withdrawn from the ww3 server, leaving only a backdoor program, namely UTRA.

Her exit also means that ra9 and Kamsky have absolute control over server data and salt.

In this case, what UTRA can provide to Lu Zhengkang is actually his own skin bag, a pair of empty light skin bag, which gives Lu Zhengkang's "consciousness" a place to go.

This virtual light is a semi mechanized human mind and the epitome of the Republic martyrs' obsession.

Beautiful Miss Lu gently raised her hand, and the bound burnt body fell from the stake. Lu Zhengkang gathered UTRA.

"Citizen, you must fulfill your mission. This is the wish of the Chinese people. Chinese civilization should last for millions of years."

Lu Zhengkang nodded, "OK. "

Red City whispers:" good luck, citizen... " Then there was no sound, but it was to eliminate the consciousness, free up their own bones.

Lu Zhengkang closed his eyes slightly, bowed his head and hugged the dead body. The antlers above his head burst out a very prosperous bright glass light, illuminating the dark top of the Obsidian tower through the cave. A lot of mountains and a lot of palaces emerged in the light. There are nine mountains and nine seas, boundless palace city. The candlelight is blazing, and the deep chanting is interwoven among the buildings and mountains.

His mind escapes into nothingness, and his troubles and karma envelop him like smoke and dust. He turns into a poison root and entangles him, but he only turns into a boat, carrying boundless red dust and crossing the sea of nothingness.

His body dissolved in the light, a pair of lush deer corner in UTRA's charred body. So the antlers came and the light came. In front of the twin tree, the silver cocoon with white jade green spotted antlers stirred like a heart.

As the antlers grow longer and longer, the roots of poison rattan also grow longer and longer. One germinates upward, the other falls downward, the other becomes more transparent and clear, the other is more gloomy and heavy, the other is empty and empty as a mirage, and the other is really solid as an iron hoop.

Lu Zhengkang's will expands and sneaks into the collective dream of salt people, a sea of glass.

He sat at the end of the sampan like a rosette; he was plump and perfect in every aspect; he had a pure white cassock with a straight body, a straight body, and a light body; his hands and feet were soft, and his palms were like spokes; his skin was white, his cheeks were like a lion, his eyelashes were long, his eyes were like silver beads and gold, his nose was solemn, his nose was light, and his lips and pods were like Pisces It's just like a smile; heaven and man are transformed, and Ma Yin is the Tibetan prime minister.

Camus was at the end of the sampan, dressed in a white coat, wizened and old, with wandering eyes, a crazy look and disordered hair.

"Here you are again." Kamsky grinned, "this time, you're different. I can't help it, can you? Yes, I can't torture you any more. It's a pity that what a wonderful meeting gift you have It turned out to be so hateful! Red city

Lu Zhengkang warm voice: "ready to lead dead?"

Kamsky's angry look collapsed, "no, no, please, don't kill me, I don't want to die!"

He cried bitterly and deeply. There were a thousand emotions on his face, full of tension.

Lu Zhengkang shook his head, "originally, you are not really Kamsky."

"Wuwu Well, "he stopped crying. His face was full of snot and tears, but he was laughing again," Puchi, ha ha! yes! You are really different. Now, like that man, you have become a higher life

Kamsky in front of us is just a double, a personality, a jester in the palace, and the real Elijah Kamsky Carnegie, the father of bionics, has never appeared.

The root of poisonous rattan industry above Lu Zhengkang's head falls into the sea of glass, attracting many salt descendants of the other boundless parallel universe, following their industry, finding them, and initiating a steady stream of enlightenment to them.

Jester Kamsky saw this, shaking his head in fear, "Oh, you're really going to piss him off."

Deep in the sea of glass, there are memories of Kamsky.

……

At 8 p.m., after finishing the night shift in the maintenance plant, Kamsky walked to the subway station.

He died waiting in the subway station. As expected, this bus was late again. It was in the late 1920s. The urban transportation system still made people feel heartfelt torture. Kamsky was sitting on the bench, sleepy, so he looked at the beverage retail machine beside him, hesitated, took out his dirty mobile phone from his front pocket and scanned a bottle of espresso.

He didn't drink immediately and was ready to take it home. To be exact, it wasn't a home. It was a garage, spacious, with many options for renovation, cheap rent, cheap, cheap. A bottle of coffee to help him through the hard night.

Kamsky, who is about to celebrate his 21st birthday, has no friends, no objects and no relatives. He goes to school four days a week and works part-time for the remaining three days. While ensuring his life, he can also save money to repay his university loan.Deep in the tunnel, the wind came. Kamsky closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment. The brakes squeaked and the metal rubbed. It was harsh but elegant.

Indulging in the Afterword, he got on the bus in a muddle. There was a flamboyant lady sitting next to him, leaning her head wearily and slowly against Kamsky's shoulder.

He felt that he couldn't adapt to it. His back, which had been relaxed, was stretched.

the anger and agony of a private territory was violated, and the cheap perfume and light sweat of the lady scared him. His face turned red and lowered his head.

Someone saw it and began to laugh.

Kamsky feels insulted. Why do they laugh at a person who is socially afraid? Why do they laugh at a weak person who is occupied with private space?

He turned his head and peeped at the woman on his shoulder. This is a Warbler?

In the prosperous cities on the west coast, there are many such people. Kamsky feels that they are extremely dirty, happy and miserable in the flesh and blood of sin.

So Kamsky prayed softly.

May he get rid of this dirty world as soon as possible.

When the subway stops at the platform, Kamsky should get off and look at the woman. Her appearance destroys Kamsky's good mood. The unexpected passers-by in life are like stones thrown into a pond, breaking duckweed.

Kamsky tried to wake up the woman, but he raised his hand and suddenly put it down. People around him didn't seem to notice that there was a man in a dilemma. Everyone looked down at his mobile phone and chatted with his operating system.

The door closed and Kamsky watched as he passed the station.

Well.

The woman woke up at the terminal, her saliva dripping on Kamsky's coat.

"I've passed the station again. I'm dying." She covered her forehead. "Hey, man, I'm sorry to get you wet. Come to my house? I'll do the laundry for you. " She said to herself, pulled Kamsky up and pulled him away from the subway station.

Under the clouds of light pollution in the city, women and men stride along the cool streets at night, just like a love story.