32 The Death of Qin Shi Huang
◎He is the only one in the entire Central City who truly possesses this authority◎
As everyone boarded the bus, the scene outside changed dramatically as the vehicle moved forward.
After a burst of white light, everyone came to a normal world with a pleasant climate and no disasters or harm. At least, there was nothing unusual on the surface.
The absence of abnormalities is the biggest abnormality.
Zhu Heng slowly raised his head, and what appeared before his eyes were leaden buildings that reached into the sky, colorful air traffic, and rows of urban buildings. Cascades of green plants and flowers exploded from the rooftops of the houses, and every house was so crowded that people could shake hands just by opening the window.
But even in such a narrow space, there are also air taxis whizzing through the gaps, knocking down petals all over the sky. The surrounding scene is familiar yet unfamiliar.
This is the second-level civilization era in which he lives.
Zhu Heng spoke uncertainly, "Is this episode called The Death of Qin Shi Huang?"
He thought he must have heard the system announcement correctly.
but why……
Will he come to the city where he lives?
"Any questions?" It was Helan Dao who answered him.
Zhu Heng glanced over and asked: "Do you think this place is like the Qin Dynasty?"
Helan Dao laughed. "Who told you that the dungeon name would always match the corresponding dynasty? Generally speaking, the system constructs a world related to the theme. Since we've been brought here, it means this world must have some unknown connection to Qin Shi Huang... What's that look in your eyes?"
"Nothing." Zhu Heng retracted his gaze. "I'm just curious, how do you know so much about this world?"
Helan Dao's eyes grew dim, then flickered with a faint light at an angle where no one could see.
Xie Shen had been silently observing He Landao's actions. Upon hearing this, he turned to Wang Kunshu and said, "Team Leader, it seems 'Waste' understands this world more deeply than we thought."
Wang Kunshu sneered, "What's the point? No matter how deep my understanding is, can I escape from the system? I'll still be trapped in this place, playing an endless game of breaking through levels."
In the final analysis, whether they are first-level or second-level civilization humans who know nothing, or third-level civilization humans who are good at disguise and rely on powerful spiritual bodies to watch hundreds of episodes and are selected into the archaeological team.
They are nothing more than hostages of the system.
"So who is it..." who has kidnapped all the people in the universe and put them into this simulation game?
Wang Kunshu murmured softly.
Helan Dao, the central figure of the topic, was currently following behind Zhu Heng, watching him travel around the place where he had lived for over twenty years.
Zhu Heng's route was irregular. Except for Helan Dao, the others did not react in time. Moreover, they were not familiar with the place, so they were soon left behind by Zhu Heng.
Zhu Heng sometimes went into the alley, sometimes stopped in front of a store on the street, occasionally crossed two streets and came to the gate of a primary school, looked up at the plaque with the school name, and then walked to the empty snack stall in front of the school gate and scratched the metal sheet of the cart with his hand.
"What are you looking at?" Helan Dao asked.
Zhu Heng didn't answer.
He looked at the not-so-new scratch on the iron car and fell into silence for a long time.
Not long ago, Mozi asked him why he was sure that this was not the real world.
Now that he had seen it, every detail here was just like the city where he had lived for twenty-four years, indistinguishable between true and false.
He Landao looked at him and spoke slowly, "I guess you're looking for an indelible graffiti in the alley, a chipped tile in front of the shop on the street, a now-blackened piece of chewing gum stuck to the plaque at your elementary school where a former student played a prank, or a short streak of paint on the metal cart at your favorite snack stand where the owner accidentally scraped it off... Am I right?"
Helando's calm and composed appearance and his voice without any emotion made him look like a lawyer in court making an emotionless statement.
Zhu Heng frowned and looked at him: "How do you know?"
He Landao looked over with a smile: "I've read your diary."
The first thing that came to Zhu Heng's mind was the actress's face.
"Don't get me wrong, I don't have a penchant for prying into people's secrets," He Landao explained. "I just reviewed the video recording of your first episode."
Zhu Heng was stunned for a moment: "Everyone can?"
"It's enough as long as the authority is sufficient." Helan said without hiding anything.
"Is it because of the archaeological team?" Zhu Heng remembered the rumors mentioned by the man with glasses before.
Helan Dao did not deny it, but he did not admit it directly either.
In fact, he is the only person in the entire Central City who truly possesses this authority.
After all, this entire system was created by him.
But He Landao didn't intend to talk about it. He changed the subject: "And when reviewing the game, you can also choose the audience's perspective."
Zhu Heng understood: "So you chose...her?"
He didn't point it out, but Helan Dao understood what he meant. He smiled and nodded, loosening the helmet strap under his chin.
When Helan Dao reviewed the Dayu flood control copy, he checked everyone's spirit bodies, and the actress's was the strangest.
He had seen people as strong as Zhu Heng, and he had also seen people so weak that they couldn't even survive a copy, but he had never seen the actress's ups and downs and erratic behavior.
So, for some unknown reason, he chose her as the main perspective.
Of course this is not the only reason.
A more reasonable explanation is that among the five people in the Dayu flood control copy, only the actress's attention was always on Zhu Heng.
The main reason why he reviewed this episode's records was for Zhu Heng.
So, by accident, he read Zhu Heng's childhood diary through the actress's perspective and learned everything about his past.
However, there is one very strange thing. The records in the diary are just like Zhu Heng himself, cold and emotionless. They only record without talking about feelings. People who don’t know Zhu Heng, just reading those diaries, will feel like watching a machine recording.
However, on the last few pages of the diary, there were a few abrupt entries asking questions to his mother, revealing the same emotions as a normal child.
The handwriting looks the same as before, but the emotions between the lines are completely different.
It’s hard to imagine that these were all written by Zhu Heng.
"Those diaries were not all written by me." Zhu Heng said suddenly.
Helandao's fingers, which were hooked around the helmet strap, rested on his chin. He looked over, his eyes slightly surprised. "You share a diary with someone else?"
Zhu Heng shook his head: "The diary is indeed mine, but the contents inside do not fully represent the actual situation at that time."
"How do you say it?" Helan Dao showed some interest.
"For example, I have never asked the dean questions about my mother." Zhu Heng's tone was flat, as if he was telling someone else's story.
"So you made up the diary? Or was it fabricated by the system?"
In fact, Helandao only wanted to confirm the first question.
No one except him knew that these copies were all worlds fully replicated by the system matrix using human data collected over millions of years. All the details that appeared in the system were exactly the same as the real environment.
It cannot create something that does not exist in the real world.
In other words, everything that happens in the system is a replica of the real world.
So the answer cannot be the latter.
"Making it up?" Zhu Heng gave him a strange look. "I'm not that free. Have you ever seen a diary that can be written by oneself? This is one of mine."
Helan Dao found it incredible.
This is incredible.
Helan Dao's question brought back Zhu Heng's distant memories.
His thoughts gradually drifted away.
The contents of those newly emerged diaries were even written in the same handwriting as his. No one could tell the truth from the false except him.
It's just that they are stored in the same notebook as his own diary, and the system misunderstands them as his obsession. That's why there is an actress appearing in the Dayu flood control copy due to the reversal of cause and effect.
Of course, if you look carefully, you can find clues.
For example, the most obvious point is, how could he have written such a pretentious thing?
Even one extra glance gave him goosebumps.
So this also indirectly broke his habit of writing a diary. As for those entries about "looking for mom", they naturally became the last few entries.
When Zhu Heng was in a trance, the others hurried over and finally found where Zhu Heng and Helan Dao were.
Everyone was about to ask if they had any new discoveries when they accidentally looked up and saw a strange thing rising from the ground at the end of the street ahead.
It was a humanoid computer.
He was wearing a long robe and a crown, with a dignified expression and his eyes looking down upon the world.
It was the same humanoid computer they had encountered before in the two episodes "Confucius Puzzle" and "The Feast of Philosophers", the only difference was that this computer had no color.
The black and white statue stands in the middle of this vibrant city in the middle of summer. It is dull and gray, as silent as a dead tree, and seems somewhat out of tune with the surrounding environment.
"Is this 'Qin Shi Huang'?" Tao Ran asked rapidly, "Is it dead? That's impossible. Can computers die?"
At this time, the system issues a prompt:
In 221 BC, Qin Shi Huang unified the six kingdoms. From then on, he toiled day and night, diligently governing this new empire. However, the excessive work became too much for him, and one day, a component malfunctioned, and Qin Shi Huang's computer completely stopped working.
Repairs are easy. Every day, maintenance personnel replace old parts in Qin Shi Huang's computer and archive them. Once the exact time of Qin Shi Huang's death is known, they can immediately identify the faulty component and complete the reboot. Dear viewers, please gather clues throughout the city and help the maintenance personnel complete their quest to revive the computer.
The moment the system finished speaking, the originally empty city suddenly became lively. The unmanned shops on the street now had owners, all kinds of pedestrians appeared on the road, and air traffic started to shuttle. Everything seemed to have just woken up.
"Selling fruit! Selling fruit——"
In front of them was a fruit shop. The owner stood at the door, holding a large, lush green watermelon and clapping it loudly. "Would you like some watermelon?"
This person is unfamiliar with the place and has no clue about the mission. Who would be in the mood to eat? Tao Ran was about to refuse when Zhu Heng interrupted him: "How much is it?"
The boss immediately greeted me with a smile: "Open for business, I'll give you a half-price discount, one historical information in exchange for one kilogram."
It seems that unlike the real world, in this system, currency settlement is still a system of its own.
Zhu Heng said, "Let's have a whole one."
"Okay!" The boss took the watermelon to the scale. "...exactly three pounds. You need to pay three historical records."
Zhu Heng was about to settle the bill with his boss.
"Hmm, wait a minute." He Landao's voice suddenly sounded behind him, "Add some more cherries."
Someone's slender hand passed by Zhu Heng's eyes and grabbed the pile of red cherries on the stall.
Zhu Heng subconsciously took a half step back to make way.
Helan Dao suddenly reached out, grabbed his shoulder and pulled him forward.
He glanced behind Zhu Heng.
In an instant, a motorcycle whizzed past Zhu Heng's back, leaving behind a pungent exhaust fumes.
Helan Dao let go of Zhu Heng and lowered his head to continue concentrating on picking cherries.
"Watch the road," he reminded.
Zhu Heng subconsciously touched his shoulder. He was sweating slightly, his clothes were sticking to his skin, and the wind made him feel cold.
Following Helan Dao's gaze, Zhu Heng turned his head and looked behind him.
There was nothing unusual on the road, except for a middle-aged man with a cane, limping past from behind.
Zhu Heng's eyes fell on his short left foot. The man looked at him strangely, and Zhu Heng also looked at Helan Dao strangely.
What's the point of "looking at the road" here?
Helan Daozheng grabbed a handful of cherries, put them on the scale, and said to the boss, "Pick these together."
He didn't know at this moment that the motorcycle he saw almost hitting Zhu Heng just a dozen seconds ago was just a lame middle-aged passerby in Zhu Heng's eyes.
Naturally, Zhu Heng had no idea. The street he thought was quiet was, from Helan Dao's perspective, full of noisy motorcycles. The noise was deafening and filled the entire street.
【Author’s words】
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