After swaying in the retro carriage for a while.
JiiXi remembered infinitely:
"I remember, when we children, when we tired.
We hugged, each other, and fell asleep.
That kind, of innocence, is priceless.
What a nostalgic childhood.
It's a pity, we all grown up.
Can never go back to, innocent and romantic day.
We can no longer sleep, with each other, when we tired.
I really, don't want to grow up.
There too many rules, and too many taboos. ”
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The bald girl, Qimii has a bright eye:
"As long as, you want.
You can sleep beside me, at any time now."
The long leg girl, Nivii, snuggling up to Qimii.
She gives a strange look.
JiiXi startled, trembling for a while, with sweat on her forehead, woke up from sleep:
"How can that be?
There a difference, between men and women.
We should not be too intimate.
We've all grown up.
Childhood, is a thing, of the past.
We have to accept, these invisible moral shackles, in the secular world."
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The bald girl, Qimii infatuation with JiiXi, since a child:
"I remember.
Started in first grade, of elementary school.
You skip class all day, go to the antique bookstore.
You maybe, have thousands of antique books, in your collection.
People say:
Scholars, when hungry, do not sell books.
Knights, when poor, do not sell swords.
Your beloved collection, antique books, for so many years.
Are you really, willing to sell it, cheaply? "
JiiXi hesitated for a moment:
"I have more than a few thousand antique books.
I bought antique books, spent more than a million dollars.
Buying books, is my biggest expenses.
When people grow up.
Sometimes, they have to make a break, with the past.
I only sold a small portion of antique books.
Think of it, as cutting off a piece, of the past."
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The bald girl, Qimii, asked curiously：
"You've skipped class, since you were a kid.
You spend all day, in the antique bookstore.
Have you ever calculated.
How many books, you've read?"
JiiXi is a little proud：
"I've read thousands of books.
I born lonely, only bury my head in reading.
When I indulge in it.
I can forget the profound loneliness."
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JiiXi used the information bracelet, to holographically project the covers of thousands of books.
And the books content, he had read.
The dense holograms of books, in the air.
Flowed and tumbled, like a waterfall.
JiiXi said quickly：
"I have a bad habit.
The books I've read, I recorded it with holograms separately.
When I needed.
I can search for relevant content, based on holograms."
The long leg girl, Nivii, holding the bald girl, in her arms.
She was instantly stunned.
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The boy, with long braids, doesn't seem to match the rumors.
The worst student, is in great contrast, with the real situation.
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The bald girl，Qimii, also looked surprised：
"Then, why dont you buy smart soft screen books?
And, why do you buy such expensive paper antique books?
Paper antique books, are dozens of times more expensive compared, with smart soft screen books.
Smart softscreen books, cost only a few dollars each.
Paper antique books, cost tens to hundreds of dollars each.''
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JiiXi made a bitter face, his expression was sad:
"Smart soft screen books, aren't friendly to my hallucinations.
Every time, I read a book.
When I fall asleep, with a smart soft screen book, in hand.
I will have nightmares.
I always dream, in a desolate cemetery, holding the cold corpses of dead people, in my hand.
Or, halfasleep, I have horrific hallucinations.
I held the cold corpse piece, in my hand.
It was cut from the corpse, of a dead man.
These dreams and hallucinations, terrified me to the point of unease, when I was a child.
When I woke up, from a nightmare.
I quickly threw away the smart softscreen book, in my hand.
When I fell asleep, with a paper antique book, in my hand.
My dreams and hallucinations, were normal.
Paper materials, don't trigger evil dreams, and terrifying hallucinations. "
Dark illusion, is JiiXi's "The Seventh Talent of Prophet" (Dark Awareness).
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long leg girl, Nivii's face weird.
From time to time, she looked again, looking at JiiXi in a daze.
The bald girl, Qimii was taken aback:
"Why is that?"
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JiiXi explained:
"After many trials, I figured out why.
The smart soft screen book, is made of hightech plastic material.
When humans touch plastic materials, will have a weak tactile perception.
Tactile perception, can be amplified, through hallucinations and dreams.
Plastic materials, can trigger the evil subconscious associated, with corpses.
Hallucinations and dreams, can amplify the faint perceptions, of humans.
It just so happened, my hallucinatory perception, was keen.
Which often, scared me to death.
Growing up, I had to find a way, to resist super perception, all day long.
That's, why I might, seem a bit odd. "
Super perception, is JiiXi's "The Sixth Talent of the Prophet" (Transcendental Awareness).
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The retro carriage, swayed towards the sea.
The old coachman, occasionally turned back, and talked to JiiXi:
"If my son and daughterinlaw, hadn't died.
my grandson, would be the same age, as you."
JiiXi was surprised:
"How did they die?"
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The old coachman:
"I come from the dark realm, of the Post-society, a family of warriors.
In Post-society, my son, fooled into joining the assassin organization.
My son's wife, also a assassin. After my son's wife, became pregnant,
my son and his wife, quit the assassin organization.
When my grandson was born.
The assassin organization, killed my son's family of three.
I lost my wife in, middle age.
I lost my children and grandchildren, in my old age.
I came here, the utopian Xanadu, to heal."
JiiXi asked:
"Why you telling me this?"
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The old coachman:
"When I was younger.
I was a special forces soldier, a super soldier.
You can fool others, but, you can't fool me.
You are a natural ninja, a super spy warrior.
I want to be friends with you.
I hope, in the future.
If you have the chance.
You can help me get revenge."
JiiXi was silent, for an instant.
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Sunlight shines, through the gaps, in the leaves, and onto the dirt road,
It reflecting the greenery, on both sides.
Some small bird, flies lightly, in the air.
There were constantly, the small birds, flying to the carriage, and circling.
Occasionally, a small bird, lands on top, of the retro carriage, for a short rest.
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