Daydream Theatre

I thought that Miss Emma chose to publicize her relationship with Mr. X in order to protect her already teetering Star Path. However, after some thought, was the relationship between Miss Emma and her really related to the fans? Why didn't they expose the truth of the incident to the fans, and end up harming the fans? Could it be that once he became a so-called superstar, he would have to hand over his privacy to his fans?

Of course, you can also think that it was not Miss Emma's fault that she did not publicly announce her relationship with Mr. X, but rather, it was her mistake to pretend to be a celestial couple with him, and for their own purposes and to love each other in front of her fans. I thought that this might be the only thing that she and the Mr Quinn did wrongly, but I could imagine that the thing that would make them do this was Eloi Film And Television Company. If it wasn't for the company's own interests, why would the Miss Emma and the Mr Quinn pretend to be lovers?

But after losing the case, Eloi Company no longer spoke up for the Miss Emma, and towards all the reports from the Miss Emma, regardless of whether it was positive or negative, Eloi Film And Television Company did not respond. They were currently actively promoting a new idol and star, and the person who was about to spend the next three years in prison had already become a Huang Hua — — Perhaps, even the Miss Emma wouldn't have a good time after he was released.

During this press conference, Miss Emma did not choose to lower her head and apologize to her fans or the world like the other celebrities who encountered this kind of situation. Although she admitted that she and Mr Quinn were pretending to be lovers, her goal was to create the image of a golden couple and add fuel to the fire on her path of acting … But with regard to her love affair with Mr. X, she said she had no reason to blame Mr. X and should not apologize to the public for the incident.

"I won't tell you Mr. X's name today. I won't tell anyone if my relationship with him is still going on." Emma held his head high and stuck out his chest, as if he did not care about his own future, "As for Mr Quinn, I also hope that he can find his own home."

"Then Miss Emma, since you do know Mr. X, how can you explain the murder of Allen?" An untactful reporter asked.

"I wasn't killed, I accidentally killed Mr. Allen to protect myself." Emma was not afraid in the slightest, and continued to persevere, "The case has already been passed down, and the dust has settled. I have also received a certain amount of punishment. Of course, if you all have doubts, then I cannot change your mind. "

"Mr. Allen obviously knows Mr. X, right?"

"Just a picture?"

"Did you guys agree to meet at the Greenbird Bay or not?"

"This is the last time I will answer a question related to Allen's case. What I want to say is: Allen tried to molest me, I hastily pushed him into the Greenbird Bay, and then concealed this matter." After finishing his last sentence, Miss Emma left in his seat, as if the entire world had been left behind him.

On the second day, Miss Emma released the last statement related to her through her Eloi Film And Television Company: She will forever leave the entertainment circle and the film industry, no matter now or after she leaves prison. It could be said that for Emma's fans, this idol no longer wanted to accompany them during this period of time.

But I feel really happy, because maybe this is the only way the Miss Emma has the time to truly belong to me, to truly be together with Mr. X? Even if he had to pay the price of three years of imprisonment, would that mean that Emma would still need to thank Ms Mistie for his persistence in the future? If not for the Ms Mistie's overbearing nature, Emma's love would have forever existed in a twisted and fake form, and would only exist in the discussions of others.

On the other hand, the Ms Mistie? Was she happy?

It wasn't until months after the shocking verdict — yes, the "Daydream Theater" program had to be suspended because of this life-threatening incident (though the only good news was that this stupid vote had been won by the Ms Mistie, and in the end she had been so desperate that almost no one had voted for her) that I once again found out what she had stuffed into me when she broke through the membrane, the cold thing she had given me, which was a key.

If I'm not wrong, it must be the key to her house.

However, I still have many questions that I haven't been able to answer. For example, what's the relationship between her and the Sleeping Religion? How did she get my bracelet and Time Capsule? Why did she say that the Mr Abaruba I saw so clearly did not exist? And why did she bring a knife to the Miss Emma? If he really wanted to perish together with the Miss Emma, why did he only increase the flow of time by a hundred times? What was the truth of the Allen incident? Should I believe Miss Emma's words or his reasoning?

I think that some of these questions can be answered by the Ms Mistie, but there are others that even she may not know about.

Was she really sure that Emma had killed her father on purpose? She had no real evidence, and it seemed to me that what lay before her was nothing more than a collection of vague clues forcefully connected through human intelligence.

If one were to investigate the matter from a different perspective, one might even reach a different conclusion. Reasoning without hard evidence can be done indefinitely, as long as you have a lot of imagination.

I held the key, feeling uneasy.

Did she want me to see her one day?

What am I going to do with her? Would she tell me the truth?

Naturally, Moloch Company had already used the Ms Mistie s to attack her, so Moloch had already thrown her to the side. No one cares about this most ordinary of poor people. Does she want me to care about her now?

I think that I should still go once, whether it is to uncover the truth of the matter or to fulfil the wishes in the heart of Ms Mistie.

I still remember where the Ms Mistie's home was, but it seemed that it was because her incident was too scary. Almost all of the neighbors had already moved away.

I managed to find her room. I knocked on the door, but no one answered.

Did he go out? Or had he already moved away?

I took the key out, tried it, and pushed the door open.

The interior of the room was dark, and the air was even filled with a stench, just like the one I smelled on Allen's grave that day.

I reached for the light switch and pressed it. Then I saw that the Ms Mistie was just laying on a light colored Eloi Access Chair.

His face was serene, as if he was sleeping.

Her right hand was on her chest, and she was clutching two sheets of paper.

Tears welled up in my eyes. I didn't think that she, who had won the lawsuit and achieved her long-cherished wish, would choose to die in the end.

Her left hand dangled to one side, and I saw the bright knife on the floor, and a pool of black blood that had already congealed.

She must have been dead a day or two.

I edged closer to her body. According to her, her soul had gone to hell. But had she done anything good to make up for her debt?

I picked up the piece of paper that had seemed precious in our day, with a poem of no name written on it in beautiful handwriting.

I read it out loud with tears in my eyes:

"In this land of silence, I am independent of the world

It is thousands of miles away from my hometown

My heart is empty and unresponsive

Dreams are long forgotten, everything is a joke

If there is a way to get away from this empty year

I will sail far and wide to see my loved ones again

and have a strong belief in God.

I'd gladly die at once. "

I don't know where it came from, and whether it was written by Mistie herself or not. I only saw a lost soul in the poem.

To the Ms Mistie, where exactly was his homeland? And where were their loved ones?

Was it on the other side of the river?

On the other page was a brief will claiming to use all its savings to extend the term of use of its own and its parents' cemeteries.

It seemed like she had already made arrangements for him.

I didn't think it would end in such a sad way. It seemed as if she had achieved her goals and desires — at least to discredit her enemies — but was she happy in her heart? Are you at ease?

Had she finally chosen to commit suicide?

All of the questions, including the questions I wanted to ask her about Sleeping Religion disappeared without a trace in front of her death. They became countless unsolvable mysteries.

But before I went to call the police, I noticed something strange. I thought that the Ms Mistie sitting on the Access Chair must have entered the virtual world before death, but I saw that the Access Chair was not working. Not only was the light not on, but the two nerve connections were still hidden in the chassis below.

It seemed like she didn't want to play this game again before she died.

Perhaps the reason why she sat on the Access Chair and cut her own wrist was just to ridicule the people of the world. She was taunting the people of the world, so that the people of the world would devote all their energy and emotions to an illusory world and ultimately become a zombie in reality.

A week later, I spent a huge sum of "money" to buy a real flower. I stood in front of the Ms Mistie's grave and sprinkled some of my so-called "ingots" into the hole in front of the tombstone.

"Even though... "Well," I laughed, "I hope you are a rich man in the underworld, a tyrant of the land, and of course you have the character to be a VIP!"

I giggled and lit the fire.

I saw that the tombstones of Mr. Allen, Lady Margaret, and the Ms Mistie had all disappeared in the smoke, as if their existence had also disappeared.

I was still clutching the piece of paper with the poem written on it. It was a precious piece of paper for me. Not just in its economic value, but in the meaning of the poem to me.

It doesn't seem to be just describing the Ms Mistie, but also describing my tragedy and desire, describing my life and death.

When I accidentally flipped to the back of the paper, I saw the signature of the Ms Mistie: "— — Susan Mistie staying."

Ah!" So your name is Susan, what a beautiful name!

What a beautiful name!

"Susan." I called her name.