Whoosh!
Gilan suddenly drew his gun and pointed it at the old man's head.
"Outsider, what do you mean?"
Old Beggar was not afraid at all and was still smiling.
Gilan was about to ask, but suddenly felt an inexplicable palpitation in his heart, as if some disaster was about to happen.
Looking up at old Beggar again, the other person's originally ordinary temperament seemed to have undergone subtle changes at this moment.
It becomes unpredictable and dangerous.
"Mr. Gilan, let's go!" Maive noticed something, his face changed slightly, and he quickly stretched out his hands to hold him and walked around the tent. "Ignore this guy, he must be contaminated by the mysterious power and Miasma, he is a madman!"
Gilan showed no resistance and allowed Maive to pull him away.
It wasn't until the two of them were far away from the tent that Gilan suddenly came back to his senses. Thinking of everything just now, he was already covered in cold sweat.
He didn't even dare to look back, he just felt like a light on his back.
The two of them got into an alleyway and stopped, Gilan couldn't help but take a deep breath.
"What happened just now?" he asked the girl in a deep voice.
"Mr. Gilan, you... you just suddenly showed a painful expression on your face, and then you pointed the gun at your head."
Maive said nervously.
Gilan was suddenly startled when he heard this.
He had no impression of this and no awareness of his own behavior.
'Who is that old man?! What did he do to me again?!'
In the next second, he quickly adjusted his emotions.
'Fortunately Maive pulled me away, otherwise I might have shot myself by the old man's mysterious method!'
Exhaling with lingering fear, he turned to Maive and said:
"Thank you."
"You're welcome." Maive smiled sweetly. "Didn't Mr. Gilan also save me? And more than once!"
Gilan was a little lucky, but luckily he also brought Maive out of the village.
Just as he was about to suggest continuing to explore the old city, the familiar sound of air raid sirens interrupted everything at an inappropriate time.
Woo--
Woo--
Woo--
Maive groaned in pain, while Gilan frowned, covered his ears, and watched as noise and vertical spots began to appear in the surrounding scene.
'Is it going to end early again?'
He couldn't help but curse secretly.
However, when he blinked and returned to reality, he was shocked to see the thank you speech for the Curtain Call session and the list of Actor scrolling on the curtain of the utility room.
In the movie screen, Maive, a girl in a white dress and double ponytails, turned her back to the camera and walked alone on a deserted street. Until she entered the fog, her figure was submerged and disappeared.
'This movie ended so hastily?'
Gilan is a little surprised.
But soon, he understood something again.
'Yes, <Moon-Scorched Village#1> is the first part of a series of movies. It is not the whole story at all... perhaps it is just a beginning, an introduction, and it is limited to the experiences of those train passengers at Oldraf Village Village.'
'After I left the village with Maive, the movie naturally ended.'
Gilan is thoughtful.
Turning our attention to the curtain again, Actor's list is almost all "played by herself", which is the same as Fima, the heroine of <Black Lake>.
He couldn't help but speculate whether everything that happened in the movie really happened, and the stories played by each Actor were actually their own personal experiences.
As for Director's words of thanks:
"I would like to dedicate this film to my best friend 'William Gerald'. It is the prelude to your wonderful game and the first step towards the final victory of mankind."
Gilan's face showed confusion.
This sentence obviously had some deep meaning, but he couldn't figure it out.
At the same time, he had an inexplicable premonition that this series of movies was very special, just like the description of it in the text Iridescence, and there must be huge secrets hidden in it.
It's a pity that there is no follow-up.
It's just smoke and mirrors right now.
'Anyway, I have this True Film Reel in my hand. As long as I have a projector and Mercury Battery, I can watch movies at any time. I can slowly explore it in the future and pick up all the Mystery Points that can Corruption in it.'
'Well... we can also try to understand more details of this movie through the perspectives of the other nine passengers.'
This can't help but remind Gilan of his own experience as Game Streamer.
His Game talent is actually not very good, but he is better than his perseverance.
Every late night after the broadcast, Gilan will be fully prepared in advance. When encountering a new Game or a new copy, no matter how obscure and difficult it is, he will tirelessly try and explore it again and again.
Until every detail in Game is found, every collectible element, every hidden clue and plot, and finally the whole picture is revealed.
During the live broadcast, he can easily and skillfully open hidden pathways or treasure chests, face powerful enemies with a pleasing appearance, finally pass the level, and talk to the audience about the plot story and hidden twists and turns of Game.
This is also an important reason why he can stand out among the many Game Streamer.
"Let's stop here for the moment while watching the movie."
Gilan stood up, turned off the projector, took out Mercury Battery, which had shrunk a circle and became only the size of a fist, and then put True Film Reel into the dimensional space.
After doing this, he turned on the light in the utility room and sat back on the sofa.
Immediately, take out <Branding Iron Secret Record>.
Because Gnosis was too low to read the writing on it, he turned it directly to the appendix at the end.
The content of <Iron Thorn Meditation Method> immediately caught Gilan's eyes.
He is quite yearning for those mysterious powers and fields, and he can't wait to find out about them. What he has to do now is to temper his Gnosis to reach the minimum threshold of being able to read the secret records.
Wow...
Gilan looked at the handwritten note intently.
In a short while, I roughly finished reading the meditation method.
It doesn't contain much content, but it pays great attention to details.
<Iron Thorn Meditation Method>There are two core points.
One is "compassion".
Be aware that the source of troubles is not outside but within, let go of regrets and nostalgia for the past and worries and expectations for the future, let the body and mind become one, and immerse yourself in compassion for yourself and all things, so that this emotion gradually becomes stronger.
The second is "visualization".
Attached to the hand-written note is a complex hand-drawn pattern, with a large black iron sphere in the center, surrounded by hazy gray gas and irregular radiating lines.
Amid the madness, an inexplicable harmony was revealed.
A strong sense of mystery hit him, making Gilan hold his breath uncontrollably.
I don't know what means the artist used to make the static iron ball pattern squirm in Gilan's eyes, with small bags bulging on the surface, as if it would explode at any time.
According to the meditation method, what Gilan needs to do now is to empty his mind and visualize the iron ball with extreme compassion until he feels the "pain" in his soul.
The content was somewhat mysterious, but Gilan did it anyway.
He began to try to let go of his mind, and recalled his past life, and his experiences from childhood to adulthood...
When I first started to remember, I lost both legs in a car accident due to the negligence of my parents who were just trying to have fun.
A long period of coma, resuscitation, and heart-rending crying in the hospital.
Dazzling white lights, pungent smell, and deserted atmosphere.
The unintentional jokes and intentional ridicule from peers, the pitying eyes and deliberate greetings from others, the dislike and even intention of abandonment shown by parents more than once.
Longing for love but not getting it, having a crush on girls and feeling low self-esteem, being beaten and scolded and feeling depressed.
All kinds of things, etc.
Gilan's vision is blurred.
He felt the "pain" in his soul.
In his eyes, the surface of the black iron ball suddenly bulged, and an iron thorn seemed to come alive, drilling out of the page and piercing Gilan's eyebrows.
"Ouch!" Gilan cried out in pain.
He rolled his eyes, his Adam's apple rolled, and collapsed on the sofa.
At this moment, Gilan felt that every part of his body was stinging, extremely stinging, especially his head. It was as if there were thorns piercing, prying, and stirring his brain, and then boiling water was pouring into it.
There is nothing serious about the physical condition, it is just a phantom pain coming from the mind.
He opened his mouth wide, but no sound came out.
The veins on his forehead were exposed, and he was sweating profusely.
I don't know how long it had been, but he couldn't feel his body anymore.
His consciousness seemed to float up and break away from the body... He even saw his twitching body on the sofa from a bird's eye view, and saw his pitiful appearance.
His mind was inexplicably calm and his heart felt compassionate.
Finally, after some time passed, Gilan took control of the body again.
He closed his eyes tightly, only to feel his temples on both sides beating, and he seemed to be vaguely aware of something tiny floating and swimming around his body, touching his skin and then bouncing away.
'My Gnosis seems to have been improved again...'