【Girl: You are really nice. 】
【Girl: You are saving two worlds at the same time. 】
【detective:……】
[Girl: The blue full moon tonight is so beautiful... The moon is always beautiful. ]
[Girl: Just like I hope you will always be the detective, and I will always be Alice.]
…
Alice's bright eyes left Su Ming'an speechless.
He held the amulet with words written on it tightly in his palm, and followed Alice's movements to hang the amulet on the banyan tree.
She put her hands together and made a sincere wish. As she closed her eyes, the beautiful purple gems disappeared under her eyelids, leaving only her eyelashes trembling slightly.
"Detective, starting next year, can I ask you for a wish? Just think of it as your birthday present to me. I want to save up one wish every year. When I turn eighteen, you can help me realize it."
"Can."
The breeze from the street ruffled his hair.
The girl was smiling, and she pulled him with her calloused, no longer delicate hands. His fingertips rubbed against her raised callouses, and he could even feel the fine lines.
He held her hand and walked back little by little.
When he wanted to taste the spring cakes she made, he suddenly felt his vision begin to fluctuate violently.
"Detective, what's wrong with you, Detective, Detective...!" Alice shouted anxiously. Su Mingan's five senses gradually disappeared...
Su Mingan opened his eyes.
The spirit was holding the Dream Patrol Helmet, standing by the bed and looking at him, like a mother snatching a video game console from her child.
Su Mingan touched his head and found that it was the gods who forcibly took off his dream patrol helmet, causing him to exit the game.
"You have been playing for more than five hours. It's time to take a break." said the spirit.
"...Are you guest-starring in the youth anti-addiction system?" Su Mingan said.
"Your average sleep time these days is no more than three hours." The spirit said, "You will be out of energy, and I still need you. If humans stay up late for a long time, their brains will become dumber and their memory will deteriorate."
Su Mingan was silent. Did the gods care about him? This method was too harsh.
"You didn't eat a single bite of the sweet cookies I made for you. You didn't drink a single sip of the tea I made for you." The spirit said coldly, "But you enjoyed eating them in the game."
Su Mingan: “…”
He glanced at the cold tea and sweet cookies on the table.
The spirit said coldly, "Rest for an hour, and then hold the ceremony to become an angel."
He left holding the Dream Patrol Helmet.
Su Mingan finally realized that the gods did have very contradictory feelings towards him. The gods looked like both his friends and his enemies. They had a kind of longing for him, but they could also ruthlessly carry out actions that were not in his favor.
He lay on the bed. Since he couldn't play games, he could only sleep.
When he fell asleep, Changge opened his eyes. There was an extremely complicated expression on Changge's face, as if he had learned some special information. As a night player, the system would occasionally tell him some useful information, and he could freely choose whether to tell Su Mingan this information.
But Changge thought for a long time, remained silent, and lay back on the bed.
An hour later, Su Mingan woke up.
He had just put on his coat when the god suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Let's go, it's time for the ceremony." The god held Su Mingan's hand.
The spirit pulled him out of the room. In the scarlet corridor, fifty oil paintings were quietly hung, and the flickering candlelight reflected on their clasped hands, making Su Mingan feel dizzy.
They walked to a church. The faint morning light fell through the stained glass, and on the wall was painted a myth of an angel beheading a python. Looking at these murals, at this moment, Su Mingan suddenly remembered the canon he had read before.
…
[In ancient times, there was an "old god" who blessed mankind with good weather and good harvests, but the old god has disappeared for a thousand years. Today's gods are called "upper gods." ]
[Some people say that it was the Supreme God who expelled and killed the old gods, and plundered the old gods' servants - the three great angels and the two great retainers.]
[The judgement angel who fell into the mortal world is named "Biluo". The order angel who governs rules is named "Wright". The killing angel who governs punishment is named "Amb". The dependent spirit who is all white is named "Bast". The dependent spirit who is all black is named "La".]
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Now Su Mingan already knows that the "old god" is himself, and the "upper god" is the current god. So who do the three great angels and the two great followers correspond to?
People always subconsciously ignore the problem of language translation. After all, all the languages he comes into contact with are translated by the system, so there will be no problem of language barriers.
But he actually has been ignoring one situation——
Will the system transliterate certain names according to the common language of the Zhaixing people?
For a Long country person like Su Mingan, what he saw was that the names of Long country styles were translated according to the semantics of Long country characters, while the names of foreign styles were transliterated according to the common language.
Su Mingan suddenly realized this. He had never thought about this problem before.
If it is really a transliteration, then——
Angel of Order “LIGHT”——LIGHT?
The killing angel "Umbra"?
…
Light——bright.
Umbra——Shadow.
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