Chapter 116 116. The sleeping world

Author: Yuyu Kuaidong

Chapter 116 116. The sleeping world

"Secretary Su?"

The sound in her ears brought Susha back to her senses.

She bent down, leaned over to touch her toes, and said while doing simple stretching movements: "Let's go down and have a look."

Nance admired her slim figure.

In the posture of bending over and raising her buttocks, the buttocks wrapped in rubber coat and leather pants look more and more like a ripe peach.

After watching for a while, he said expressionlessly: "I have no intention of taking you down."

"snort!"

Susha snorted and moved a few steps away.

He jumped to the side and took the lead on the mountain road going down the mountain.

"Don't do whatever you want!"

Nance cursed helplessly and followed her down.

"Gugu~"

Doraemon rarely agreed with him.

As the altitude decreases, the humidity in the air begins to increase, and the temperature also increases.

Along the way, you can smell a faint fragrance on the tip of your nose, like the fragrance of an apple orchard in autumn. Small animals or birds occasionally pop out of the forest, but they are very rare. They break the silence and quickly hide away.

Looking down from above, the true appearance of the valley bottom is obscured due to the disorderly growth of trees.

When he finally reached the bottom of the valley, Nance discovered that this was an abandoned town.

A river quickly passes through the rocks, forming a pool of water to rest quietly.

Looking to the west, you can see an old iron bridge, which is the only entrance to the town. The bridge is small and narrow, barely able to accommodate a truck, and the rusty iron frame is heavily immersed in the cold silence.

Miss Su rushed out of the iron bridge without looking back.

She is now wearing a black tights and her long gray hair is tied behind her head, looking exactly like a female agent.

A guard-like crow squatted on both sides of the iron bridge. When it saw someone coming, it let out a stiff and sharp cry. It seemed to be a condemnation, but also a warning. The cry echoed coldly in the forest.

Then it crosses the river and penetrates into human ears.

Susha stopped and looked around slowly: "It's such a quiet and weird place."

The breath she exhaled while speaking floated in the air, hard and white.

"You knew something was wrong and you still didn't look back?" Nance stepped forward and asked.

Susha glanced at him and said in a complaining tone: "We agreed to bring me here to make a fortune, but in the end we didn't catch a single beast for a long time. We finally came across this place where treasures might be buried, why do you want me to go back?"

"

"There is no treasure in this terrible valley..."

"Do you want to keep it all to yourself?"

"Some are just creatures that turned into dust."

Susha looked at him thoughtfully: "You want to say this is the Valley of Jehoshaphat?"

(It is recorded in the Divine Comedy and the Old Testament that the resurrection of the dead and the final judgment took place in the Valley of Jehoshaphat.)

"Can you please learn geography?" Nance rolled his eyes at this unreliable secretary with a big breast. "The Valley of Jehoshaphat is in Jerusalem, and we are in East Asia. It's thousands of kilometers away."

"It's not much different."

Susha grinned widely and drew out her sword.

After holding the knife in her hand, she felt much safer, and she walked directly onto the iron bridge.

The two crows disappeared.

The shadow attached to Nance whispered: "This woman will kill herself sooner or later."

Crossing the iron bridge is the only entrance to the town.

A tall clock tower stands majestically, and the hands always stay at the same position, 10:35.

The streets are paved with cobblestones, and the stone buildings on both sides have long since become ruins. Those that are not well maintained still maintain the frame of the house, and the exterior walls are covered with dry vines.

Each building has no obvious characteristics, let alone decorations and signboards.

The wind hanging down from the top of the mountain quietly blew through the silent streets, immersing the roadside trees and the walls of the houses in a slight whimpering sound. There seemed to be a sound of crying, covering all the streets and alleys, like the atmosphere.

A time gap invisible to the naked eye.

Susha was walking when she suddenly bent down.

She picked up a shoe, the tip of which was obviously turned up, like a clown's dancing shoes.

"Can you tell which era it is from?" Nance stepped forward and asked.

"I don't know at all." Susha glanced at the upper part of the shoe, and then looked around, "The architectural style here is a mixture of east and west, and it looks similar to some suburban towns. But there is one thing that is very special. You see the pictures on those windows

Don’t you have a dragon badge?”

Nance followed her direction and looked over.

In several relatively large private houses, large gray-white lizards with their wings spread are painted on the windows.

There are also dried skeletons of small lizards hanging in many yards.

"The giant dragons of this era have become extinct. It is impossible to get the skeleton of the little dragon." Miss Su said firmly, "So this town definitely existed before the New Age."

"In that case, it should be a stronghold established by the Chaos Calendar." Nance added.

"How can you be sure?"

"Before the Chaos Calendar, there would not have been such a mixed human settlement in this location that was not a tourist attraction."

Susha looked at him suspiciously and said nothing, but just asked Doraemon to put on the skeleton.

She didn't know the exact value of these things, but there was no doubt that there would be rich people who liked to collect strange things.

Nance waited patiently for her to finish loading her things before continuing to walk to the center of the town.

Naturally, there was not a single living person along the road, but there were many strange beasts.

A bison chewing cud, the two dark horns on its head are thicker than telephone poles, and there are spikes like hedgehogs on its back;

A sika deer with two heads lay lazily motionless;

They enjoy the quiet time silently, and when they feel sleepy, they bend their legs and squat on the ground, falling into a short sleep.

There are also some mutated leopards and wild dogs wandering leisurely on the road.

When they see food, they don't show a ferocious look, as if they are herbivores.

"They all look so happy," Susha said cheerfully.

Nance didn't take it seriously and said directly: "I was just confused by the illusion."

"But this doesn't prove that they are unhappy." Miss Su suddenly became serious and looked at him without blinking, "Just like you now, how can you prove that you are not in an illusion? As long as your current thinking is happiness.

Yeah, it doesn’t matter whether the brain is in a vat or a skull. Doesn’t it?”

The classic red and blue pill multiple choice question.

It's a really philosophical question, and Nance can't answer it.

He couldn't even tell whether his brain was in a vat or inside his skull.

Neural information technology is already a very mature technology in this era, and is widely used in everyone's daily life.

All emotions experienced by humans and things observed will eventually be converted into neural signals in the brain and release corresponding stimuli. If the brain in the vat simulates the exact same signal received by the real brain, it will be generated from the brain's

From a perspective, it is completely unable to tell whether it is a brain in a skull or a brain in a vat.

A very simple question: How can you be sure that you are not living in a computer program?

If one day, Nance is woken up by someone and that person tells him that everything he has experienced is just a simulation program, he will not be surprised at all. To a certain extent, he is currently

You have this ability to create a program that is no different from reality, allowing a person to be immersed in the world of data forever.

Seeing his frowning expression, Miss Shadow was thoughtful.

Is the uncle’s secret related to his uncertainty about his own existence?

Compared to Shadow's delicate thoughts, Susha patted him on the shoulder with a playful smile and said carelessly: "So, excessive pursuit of truth and falsehood is putting the cart before the horse. We should enjoy ourselves in time. What does truth and falsehood matter?

?Just be happy, long live happiness!”

"I have a question." Nance looked at her with dark eyes, "Did we enter a fantasyland as soon as we stepped across the iron bridge?"

Miss Su said thoughtfully: "It's not impossible."
To be continued...