Daydream Theatre

"So what if it's extortion!" Facing the warning of the two Little Black, Ms Mistie suddenly became hysterical, "So what if my father extorted Miss Emma! Is the victim supposed to be killed by Emma? "

Xiaohei continued to warn, "The visiting hours are over. Please leave within three minutes."

"Say it again! A big star like you, who has plenty of money but only wants to enjoy it, would never think that there are poor people in the world. So what's wrong with giving some money to the poor? "

Mistie seemed to have changed in the blink of an eye. She was previously still in a confused state, but now it seemed as if she had regained her faith once again. "So what if you give some money to the poor? Shouldn't it? What's the matter with society that can make money we can't make in our whole lives by flirting on the screen, jumping up and down, smirking and crying? We have worked hard, but all you have to do is say a few words and put up a few gestures. So why don't you give some money to the poor? "

"I have always been doing charity, Ms Mistie." Miss Emma had completely recovered from her shock, she seemed to have expected herself to have the upper hand, "I swear, after I get out of jail tomorrow, I will definitely be more active in philanthropy. I will compensate you, Ms Mistie. "

"Compensate!" I felt that she was about to flare up and even wanted to go up and fight with Emma, so I forcefully dragged her out. Mistie broke free from my restraints and punched straight at the glass wall, but it was completely useless, even an echo could not be heard.

Two more little black ones flew in from the door, and they continued to warn, "Please leave within three minutes, or you will be electrocuted according to the law."

I saw that Xiao Hei had already raised her electric shock rod, so I quickly dragged Ms Mistie out. I didn't want to be electrocuted, not to mention the fact that billions of spectators were connected to my sensors. I couldn't afford to get into trouble with that.

Fortunately, due to the previous questioning which caused Ms Mistie to fail, she had lost all her strength and her spirit. Furthermore, she was very weak in the first place, so I could easily drag her out of the prison.

"Ms Mistie!" I patted her face to wake her up. "Anyway, the two-hour visit is over. Please stop screaming! The audience is watching. "

"Don't you think so? She is so rich, can't she give some to the poor? " She was still defending her father.

"Please don't say that. That sounds like your father really went to extort Miss Emma, but you don't want the truth to be like this either, do you? " I want her to come back to her senses.

"No, no, I don't know …" In the blink of an eye, her hysteria was gone, replaced by a dazed look.

I didn't know what to say to comfort her. I just called a little white guy and we lifted her into the car. I asked the director if he had found out anything about the mysterious man, but he didn't answer immediately.

I set the black chest aside and continued to pat Ms Mistie's face. However, she continued to mutter to herself, "This isn't real, I don't know …"

"Alright, Ms Mistie!" I sighed, "From what I see, just based on your strength alone …"

"But what I said wasn't wrong. Allen and X do know each other, right?"

"We can't be sure with just a few secret holographic projections. You've made an extraordinary reasoning in the whole thing, but it's only inference. "

"What other evidence do you need?" She grabbed my arm as if she was trying to save my life, "In these six months, I have been gathering all the information on Emma and Quinn, as well as Mr. X's. The only things that I could find were the old photo and my father's record. You know what? How excited was I when I connected these things? My father is not that kind of person. He loves his mother dearly and would not touch a single hair on the Miss Emma! But he … "He …"

I seemed to understand her persistence at this point. She had worked so hard to gather evidence and then put together this plausible reasoning just to get her father's innocence. That seemed to be the whole point of her life.

"Ms Mistie, it's over. You …"

"No, you don't understand! You don't understand how important family members are to me, you don't understand! "

Of course I don't understand, because I'm already a bachelor without any relatives.

But at this time, I remembered the mysterious person's words. He said that he wanted us to wait at the Greenbird Bay at seven in the evening, so he could take us to see the "God of Virtuality". Thus, I couldn't help but blurt out, "Hehe, if what your father experienced was true, then that God of Virtuality might be able to help you."

However, I didn't know that this would become the words that I would regret the most in my life. If I hadn't said that, then there wouldn't have been such a great tragedy.

"God of Virtuality?"

"Didn't you hear what the man said? Maybe he was a priest of Sleeping Religion, and he had the authority chip. I suspect that the Sleeping Religion organization has quite a relationship with either the Eloi or Moloch. Maybe what they said about a god in the virtual world isn't completely baseless. " At this time, I finally heard the director's reply, but to my surprise, the director said that the higher ups of Eloi did not know who this mysterious person was.

"Then it seems to be someone Moloch sent?" I asked through a private channel, "After all, he can have the authorization chip, and Xiao Hei doesn't stop him from doing anything. He must be Moloch's man." The director was noncommittal.

"But what does God of Virtuality mean? They even said that they would meet at Greenbird Bay at seven? " I have to say that I was a little excited as I also wanted to personally witness this God. "Are we really going?"

After a moment of silence, the director told me, "You might as well ask the audience. It's best to leave the decision to the audience." His subtext was obviously, "The audience can watch whatever they want!"

Thus, I put down the Ms Mistie and let her lie down to rest for a while. Then, I played back the mysterious person's words from before, "Alright, everyone, you've seen this person who suddenly appeared … We think she might be a high-ranking priest of Sleeping Religion. He says that she wants to take us to see the God of Virtuality, so should we go to Greenbird Bay at seven o'clock to take this unknown risk? "

As I had expected, it was not the audience who were going to take this uncertain risk anyway, so they left a message saying that they had to go! Yes, no matter who this mysterious person is, or what kind of goal he has in inviting us, we have to go for this damn "Access Rate" as well!

I thought how stupid I was. It must be the director's trap for me to get in. What kind of people were the audience? They could be duped by a star's kneeling and crying, or they could risk others in order to see the excitement — they weren't real adventurers!

I don't think they even cared about the truth of the case from the beginning to the end. Even though we were doing this in the real world, who would think it was true? Whether it's Ms Mistie's stubbornness and confusion, Miss Emma's crying, even Mr Quinn's hypocrisy, or my helplessness … These are just a few things to watch, and even if we end up paying the price for this adventure, these people won't really feel responsible.

All they had to do was to switch to another program and continue accessing it!

Of course, what they paid was not responsibility, but money. For that matter, I'm not entirely critical of the audience. After all, without their access, we might starve to death by the side of the road. It's just a vicious circle, it's just a mutual exploitation...

I could only suppress these words in my heart: "Okay, then the live broadcast of our program tonight will be arranged at the Greenbird Bay. Ms Mistie, did you hear what I said? "

"So," she said, her eyes still blank, "can I see my father?"

I didn't have the heart to say that I couldn't, so I simply said, "You can continue the investigation and ask the people from Sleeping Religion if your father really knows Mr. X."

But who would care about Mr. Allen now? Was she concerned that he had really molested the Miss Emma? Did he really know Mr. X? Was Mr. X really the lover of the Miss Emma?

Everyone was only interested in the following show.

Everyone just wanted to know what the next adventure in Sleeping Religion would be like.

It seemed like this program also did not have any Time Capsule s to use. Everyone actually hoped that the time would quickly pass so that the program could enter its final climax.

If I were to meet this God of Virtuality, what wish would I ask him to help me fulfill? Ah no, I don't have enough money! I could only smile wryly.