C4

Even though I don't really care about entertaining celebrities, I have long admired and praised Emma's peerless appearance. I think the reason why Emma is in prison is actually related to her father. Then, what is the relationship between these two people?

On my right, my sunglasses field of view was filled with comments from the audience, line after line, like a surging tide. I had to close these messages in order to clearly see the image of Emma in my field of view. I think that the program's Access Rate should be extremely high at this point in time. I can also hear the director's encouragement: "Not bad! "Wait for her to come back and continue the conversation."

I think that Ms Mistie's parents have a connection with Emma, and it could even directly cause some trouble for him, and cause him to be sentenced to prison.

After a while, Emma brought a yellow cardboard box over. Like what had been mentioned before, paper was not something common anymore, it had long been replaced with better materials. This box must be quite old.

"Ms Mistie, can you show us the contents of the carton?"

Actually, I didn't even need to open the box to see that the strange light reflected off the things inside had already formed a small mountain. Mistie carried the big box, and suddenly staggered, and even dropped a few such items.

"I have no idea what this is." Carefully, I bent down and picked one up. It must have been some kind of paper, too, from the feel of it, but there seemed to be a layer of powder on the surface.

"This is tin paper." Ms Mistie picked up a piece of paper and said, "It was coated with a thin layer of tin."

"But it's not flat paper."

"Yes, because they were folded into special shapes."

"So the paper can even be folded into such a shape!" I spun it around. It looked like a crescent moon, and when I turned it over it looked like an eyebrow.

"Eyebrow?" Ms Mistie did not know that I would use such an adjective, "Mr Latimer, I have to say, just by the eyebrows, you really look like my father."

"On the eyebrows?"

"Yes, they are all very thick and thick." I couldn't help but touch my eyebrows with my other hand. Indeed, in terms of thickness and density, I was about the same as Ms Mistie's father, Allen.

"Well, that's true. But... What on earth is this thin-tinted paper, folded into the shape of an eyebrow? "

"This is not the appearance of an eyebrow, but a ingot." She said a noun I didn't understand, "I've never seen a ingot, but my father has. This box of paper was made by my father and he gave it to my mother. "

"Then what is a Yuan Treasure?"

"In ancient times, it was a currency. "Now, it is a symbol of wealth."

"It's just money, right?"

"Yes."

"I used to touch paper money when I was a kid, but now it's gone."

"You're right, all the money is virtual now."

"But if it's something that's made out of paper and looks like money, it doesn't represent money, does it?"

"Of course."

"Then what's the point of this thing?"

"You're right. Even a few decades ago, the money you took out wasn't used. But that is only for those of us who are still alive. "

"Also …" Alive? You mean this thing is for the dead? "

She picked up the photo on the cabinet and said slowly, "My father folded this for my mother."

"With... "What?"

"My mother died of cancer ten years ago."

I felt a little confused. If a thing is beyond the use of a living person, how can a dead person use it? What's more … What's more, I don't believe that death has perception.

"Do you believe in the immortality of the soul, Mr Latimer?"

I didn't know how to answer, because as things stood, she wanted me to say "believe": "I don't know, I haven't done anything yet..."

"But Dad told me that he had always met Mom in his dreams. It was so real that it was like it was in reality. "No, it's completely in reality. It's just that the scene is in a dream."

"Well, did you dream about your mother, too?"

"It's rare," she said, looking a little sad. "But I kept dreaming about my father."

"You … "Father …" I didn't know what to say to comfort the man in front of me.

"We believe that when people die, they will go to another world, and these 'treasures' are the money from their world. Of course, the more money a person had, the better off he would be. Do you want your father or mother to be penniless in another world? "

"Of course not, but only if there is another world."

"Since science can't prove it can't be proven, why can't we believe it?"

I decided not to argue, so I changed the subject. At the same time, I heard the director whisper in my ear: "I see. So, I still want to ask you about the story of Emma.

However, Mistie didn't directly answer my question. Instead, she brought her face closer to my sunglasses: "Dear audience, do any of you know what day this is?"

"Ms Mistie!" "Even though our live broadcast will last a day, can you cherish this opportunity?"

"Today is the day of worship. Before my father died, at this time of year, he would give my mother several boxes of tin ingots that he had folded beforehand. "

"But if the dead and the living belong to two different worlds, how can the treasures be transferred to each other? and one of the greatest inventions in the world -- the 3D transmitter -- can't do that. " I felt that the Access Rate must have already fallen, because no one would like to hear such nonsense. I'm sure she's a bit of a psychopath.

"Just go to the grave and burn it to Mama. Every year I go to the grave with my father. "

"Burn?" "Do you mean that burning is a way of changing two worlds?"

"You don't believe me?"

"It's not that you don't believe me, you just can't prove it."

"Can you prove it?"

Well, indeed not. But I really didn't want to let the topic revolve around the so-called money that would make one's head spin. "Ms Mistie, it's better …" Before I could finish my sentence, the director ordered again, "Didn't you see the audience's comments? Everyone was interested in going to the grave and encouraged her to go to the cemetery. "

When I was very young, I heard about cemeteries. It was a kind of... How should he put it … The way to place the corpse was to cremate the body and place it into the ground. I saw a catchphrase in the message that was particularly striking: "To the grave." Yes, I remember this saying, which means that only by burying one's body in the ground can one be safe.

"So …" Are you going to the cemetery to burn these ingots today? "

"If you don't mind."

"But you said your time is tight?"

"When it's truly dangerous, I can use Time Capsule."

"Very good."

All of a sudden, I was also intrigued by this so-called "go to the grave", after all, I have never seen a real go to the grave since I was born. I think those people are looking forward to it, too.

The interior of my car is a little cramped, so I can only fit two boxes of ingots in it. I glanced at her storage room and saw that there were several more boxes inside. According to her, it was also useful to burn the paper money elsewhere, not on the grave of the dead, as long as the heart was sincere.

"If I remember correctly, that's the only cemetery in this world." As the car sped through the air, I saw that there were fewer and fewer cars coming from the opposite direction.

"That's why I sold the house," Mistie said expressionlessly. "I think it was worth it, because my father died with grievances, and I have to treat him better."

To fill the boredom of the trip, I had to turn on the holographic news — because of the autopilot, I didn't have to worry about the safety of the road at all.

Aside from entertainment and gossip, the news on the news was extremely good. It was either the development of new technologies or the development of new drugs for certain diseases. Unfortunately, there is no cure for cancer.

Just before reaching the cemetery, I saw a very old building. "It looks like it's going to be demolished, doesn't it?" Once I heard the news that the last old building would be demolished next month.

"I don't know, but it looks really old." There seemed to be a little loneliness in Mistie's eyes, as if she was a person who was nostalgic.

It flashed past our eyes. I think this is the inevitable of the progress of the times. What is behind the times is bound to be eliminated. Furthermore, we do not need to preserve some things to remember, because everything can be reconstructed in the virtual world. Once we sit on the Eloi Access Chair, you will be able to experience the same feeling as in the real world.

I saw more messages from viewers saying it was going to be a terrible adventure. Yes, only in a thriller would there be a cemetery. I couldn't help but shiver, but then I heard the director order, "The audience is really looking forward to this scene. For the sake of the Access Rate, you know what to do. Besides, those are all virtual scenes from the movie. "

Indeed! Because director, you are thousands of miles away!