Hearing and smelling were not affected either.

Everything is simulated almost perfectly, and there is no difference between reality and falsehood.

He didn't speak.

Instead, continue to observe the surroundings.

Soon, Jiang Xia discovered that the outline of this large park was delineated according to the outline of the town in reality, but only changed the appearance and surrounding environment of the building.

"The first time I enter the Pure Land, I can freely change my appearance, but once I make sure that I want to change it again, I have to go through a complicated and long application."

A familiar voice sounded behind Jiang Xia.

He turned around and saw Roger walking out of the woods.

But it was no longer the sloppy look of a waste bandit gang boss, but was wearing a very fit gray casual suit, with oily hair touched, and the combed it was shiny.

The messy beards were also built into very decent moustaches.

The most important thing is his face.

From Lao Jiang's impression, wrinkles were full of wrinkles, which became very young and had no scars. It was more like the face that a man in his thirties should have.

To be honest, it's pretty handsome.

The temperament created by experience brings the stability and attraction of a middle-aged man to this face.

"Welcome to the Pure Land, Jiang."

Roger put his hands in his pockets and greeted Lao Jiang politely.

Jiang Xia did not answer.

He was busy "squeezing" his face.

Taking the current face as a model, plus the special effects and modifications of 100 million, the ancient style long gown on his body quickly changed its appearance and turned into a black long windbreaker.

The lining also turns into a casual suit with gray plaids.

Without a tie, the two buttons under the neck were opened, and a small silver chain was hung around the neck, and a slender bullet at the end.

Finally, Lao Jiang raised his hand, and a toad mirror appeared out of thin air in the data simulation, and was worn on his eyes by him again.

"Smacking"

Roger's applause came from his face, and he looked at Jiang Xia's modified image with an admiring look.

explain:

"Your outfit reminds me of the male models described to me by my grandfather, who were the male models before the nuclear war. I'm very surprised, you are a wanderer from another world.

How did you catch this classic nostalgic style all at once?”

"Because I am a person who knows how to appreciate beauty and has unique eyes."

Jiang Xia blew up a cigarette and held it in his mouth.

I took out the brass lighter that I was very familiar with from my pocket, put it in front of me for a few seconds, and then lit a cigarette for myself with a hint of nostalgia.

When the first wisp of smoke rose, he turned around and swayed at the corner of his windbreaker.

He said:

"I'm just imitating myself... I'm playing in a true form, oh, that place looks good."

Jiang Xia raised her finger and pointed to a villa area outside the park.

From his perspective, we can see what was happening on the edge of the second floor of the villa under the cover of several big trees.

A strong and perfect man.

A woman with a graceful body that is tempting.

The two of them were on the edge of the second floor of the villa, just in the sun, doing something that should have been very private, but they didn't care about the attention from others.

It's like putting all your heart into it.

The sunshine spread out, which made this scene unexpectedly more the feeling that human body art should have, and it perfectly blended with the peaceful atmosphere around it, without a trace of abruptness.

"That man is next door to us now."

Rogge stepped forward and stood side by side with Jiang Xia on the grass. He looked at the place, looked at the couple, and said calmly:

"In your words, in a five-square-meter hell. That woman should be farther away, maybe other towns.

Don't get me wrong.

They are not a couple.

Perhaps just a few minutes after meeting, I was playing a game of relaxing in the man's "luxury mansion".

He is hers, she is his airplane cup.

Their relationship is very pure.”

Roger turned his head and patted Jiang Xia on the shoulder, pointing to the "decent people" who were enjoying afternoon tea in the park behind him. He stretched out his fingers and circled around.

In a tone where sorrow is greater than death, he said to Lao Jiang:

“And these people are all in town now.

The life-and-death war took place less than a hundred meters away from them. Perhaps the next moment, stray bullets flew in and exploded their heads.

But you see.

No one cares.

They would rather die for the comfort of this moment.

If it is not the body, it still needs food and water.

Trust me, they will be here twenty-four hours a day, enjoy their afternoon tea, enjoy their own dinners, and enjoy their own concerts.

Enjoy your own airplane cup...

Pretend that everything is beautiful, pretend that the nuclear war has never happened, pretend that they are not living in wasteland, but in a carefree world.

Here.

They can enjoy wealth and peace.

They can enjoy freely food and drinks that have long been extinct in the real world, and the data simulates the taste of the taste.

They can change themselves to handsome men and beautiful women and hold all the good things in their hands.

They can dance all night long.

They can drive far and enjoy the long-destroying places of interest.

They can comfort each other.

Even beyond gender.

Anyway, everything is fake.

But this falsehood is so true.

As long as you keep telling yourself that this is the real world and everything outside is an intermittent nightmare, you can feel at ease and live well here.

That's right.

As long as you can deceive yourself.

But this is not difficult at all.

Look at these people in front of you, Jiang.

They lied to themselves easily.”

Roger clasped Jiang Xia's fingers on his shoulders and buckled them tightly at this moment.

He closed his eyes.

Murmur:

"My grandfather told me that when the six major city-states jointly created the Paradise Agreement, they wanted to treat it as the tomb of human civilization and the last trace of decency that we prepared before our demise.

If extinction is absolutely unstoppable.

Then we can at least raise our glasses to welcome the end of the world in beautiful memories.

But sadly...

Life will always find a way out.

We have built our tomb into a 'parent'.

We chose to escape in despair, built a new world with the power of technology, and proudly declared that we had built a paradise after the end of the world.

Outside our heaven, there are still horrible things happening.

However, no one has paid attention to it.

The wasteland is over.
Chapter completed!