Walking into 0827, Garcia seems to have just taken a bath. The sportswear used in the morning exercise has been replaced by a set of red and white martial arts robes, and the rosy cheeks can be seen soaked in hot water; The good appearance, and the wet shawl gray hair, looked very bright.
"Want something to drink?" She shook the cup in her hand.
I remember when she first came to her house, she still had a look of indifference on her face that was thousands of miles away... Of course, now it's not as soft as it gets.
"No, thank you." Roland asked curiously, "Do you have a game today?"
"Which athlete have you ever seen change clothes at home? Keeping warm before the game is one of the most important preparations for a player." Garcia poured himself a glass of milk and sat down opposite him, "No matter how shabby the sport is. The gym, the locker room is always a must - sometimes I really wonder if your common sense has been swallowed by "erosion". "
"Haha..." Roland covered up with an embarrassed laugh, "I thought martial artists would be special."
"In the eyes of the public, it is no different from other sports, but the process is more exciting and the rewards are more generous." She shrugged, "The reason why I wear this trial robe is because I need to use the influence of martial arts later. force."
"Oh? Shooting commercials?"
"It's a protest!" Garcia said angrily, "Don't you read the newspaper? The Sanye Group will demolish the wall of Tongzi North Street today. If we don't stop it, the next target of that group will be It must be a tube house, and your home will be in ruins by then."
Uh... He almost forgot about this, "Then... I wish you all the best of luck."
"you!"
"I'm a rookie who has never played a game, has zero popularity, and doesn't even have a trial gown," Roland pretended to be regretful. "Even if I go, it won't help."
"It's up to people to understand!" Garcia pulled out a list from the coffee table and photographed it in front of him, "Look at the people above, how many are Martial Daoists? They are all bottom-level residents of Tongzilou, but they are still willing to protest with me. If we choose not to speak up because we are not famous, then everyone will ignore our existence!"
Looking at the stubborn Garcia, Roland couldn't help being touched. Whether it was facing the erosion of the other world or ordinary life, this seemingly indifferent woman was actually more enthusiastic than most people.
Does she lack a place to live? Of course not, the background of the daughter of the big family, the star martial artist, and the controller of the power of nature, no matter what, she can easily buy a house in the city center. What she did was not for herself, but for the other residents in this old community—most of them were ordinary people, with a meager salary every month, but they could enjoy the benefits brought by the developed surrounding facilities. Once moved to a new suburban area, the quality of life will undoubtedly drop several notches.
Although he knew that these were all illusions associated with the dream world, and that all the residents in the Tongzilou were defeated by Zero who had their souls devoured, but as the world changed little by little in an unknown direction, he was not sure whether his original thoughts were certain. Get it right. The indistinguishable illusion is in a sense the same as the fact. For example, it is difficult for him to regard the radiant woman in front of him as an illusory shell. The longer he stays in the dream, the stronger the feeling.
Anyway, since the book has been brought back, it is regarded as a thank you gift, and it is fine to go shopping with her.
Just as Roland was about to agree, a familiar name on the list suddenly caught his eye—
"Barrow Rotsim".
That's a name unique to the devil's resident who lives at number 0510.
Among all the household information collected by Witch Taquila, this lengthy string of characters was particularly noticeable, so he just glanced at it, and he did not miss this information.
Roland couldn't help but jump in his heart. The appearance of the devil's name on the list means that it will also leave the Tongzilou and participate in the protest march with the martial arts family. This seems to be an excellent opportunity to get a glimpse of the other party's memory fragments.
"Cough, I have an appointment with someone else this afternoon... So I can only support you both mentally." He looked away, pretending not to see the other person's expectant eyes.
If it is an ordinary person, I am afraid it is time to exchange the right of the book for this cheer.
But Garcia didn't, she just stood up angrily, "I should have expected it, telling you this is a waste of words." After she finished speaking, she quickly walked into the back room, and then walked out with an old red book in hand.
At first, looking at her posture, she seemed to want to smash the book in front of him, but in the end she changed it to light-handed because she was reluctant, "This is the book that the master often mentions. Now that you have it, you can go too!"
Roland flipped over the cover at will, but found that there was no name in the author column, only the word "unknown" was written.
"Does anyone know who wrote this book?"
"Do you know what else to write?" Garcia replied bluntly. "Among the many books in the Association's collection, the most famous place is not the content, but the person who wrote the book. I heard that the person died before he finished writing, and the Association is most famous for its content. I can't find any records about him."
"Died while writing?" Roland was stunned. Did he die of a sudden disease? He originally wanted to have a private chat with the other party - half a century is not far away, with luck, the author should still be alive. But even if he is dead, there should be no news. At that time, the file system had been popularized, not to mention that the other party was a Martial Daoist who had awakened the power of nature.
There seems to be something wrong here.
"Why, are you afraid?" Garcia laughed, "Don't you remember those ghost stories haunted by curses? Don't worry, at least there is no evidence that anyone who sees it will die, otherwise you won't be introduced by me. I've become a martial artist. Of course, if you don't dare to watch it, I won't make fun of you, and I won't publicize it."
No, you will definitely...
Roland picked up the book and nodded to her, "Thank you."
"Hmph." Garcia turned her head away and didn't answer.
Returning to 0825 as quickly as possible, Roland locked the door immediately. The protest didn't officially begin until the afternoon, and he had hours to satisfy his curiosity.
The title of the book is, as Garcia said, "The Reason for Being".
The shell is the red kraft paper of the era and appears to be wrapped with a thin wooden board, so it looks very solid. Roland thought that since it was related to the gods, the content must also be rambling from the gods, making people half-understood. Unexpectedly, when he opened the first page, his eyes were attracted by the beautiful hand-painted pen.
On the right are the words, on the left are the photos or abstracts, and there are numbers below. The two correspond extremely accurately, as if this is not a work of prediction, but a paper with rigorous derivation.
Most of those photos have turned yellow, and the abstracts are basically from newspapers and magazines. Today, with the popularity of the Internet, it is difficult to see handwritten documents and illustrations made with scissors and glue. The whole book reveals an old-fashioned atmosphere, but the content is surprisingly smooth and easy to understand, and there is no sense of estrangement when reading.
The first sentence at the beginning of the book is that we are deceived by the gods.
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