Who says a sickly daughter can’t break through the weirdness?

It's the kind of setting that belongs to the protagonist's exclusive camp in traditional RPG games.

The meditation room can improve one's mental strength, the training room can be used to practice skills, and as for the trial field, it seems that one can extract one's own memories to simulate the projection of real enemies and fight against them.

Well, it can be roughly understood as Sekiro's rematch against a rare and powerful opponent.

In addition to these, there are also collection rooms, reading rooms, bathrooms, game rooms...

By the way, does this mean that I can come here to play games when I want to dream and rest in the future?

Then can I play the games from my previous life?

Shen Qiyin looked up at Melodya and asked, "It seems that there is nothing in the rest room at the moment. I am quite interested in the meditation room and training room. How do you build them?"

Melodya politely responded, "This? You just need to pay me and I'll take care of the rest."

"Okay, can I transfer money via mobile phone? WeChat or Alipay?"

"I'm sorry, virtual currency doesn't have value. Rest lies between the material and the spiritual. It exists based on the public's subconscious. The remuneration I need must also conform to everyone's cognition.

That is, 'an item that everyone agrees has value.'"

"......for example?"

"gold."

"Gold?" Shen Qiyin thought she had misheard. "You mean the shiny gold thing that can be made into jewelry and used to make money?"

"Yes."

"According to what you said, as long as everyone thinks it's valuable, it should be able to be used as compensation, right? Now that we're on the brink of doomsday, things like food are also very valuable. Can't I trade you a bag of potatoes?"

"Interesting idea, perhaps I can explain it to you."

Melodia tapped the air with her fingertips, and a mural emerged depicting ancient priests exchanging gold for prophecies from the gods, praying for good weather and good harvests.

"When the first golden cup was forged by the ancients and presented to the powerful, thousands of years of collective obsession had already established it as the 'equivalent prototype'.

As for potatoes, they are as valuable as a mountain of gold in times of famine, but as cheap as dust in times of prosperity. The collective subconscious refuses to accept such shaky promises.

"Food rots, oil evaporates, and even the fact that a diamond lasts forever loses its value because the public believes it's a lie used by capitalism to exploit the market. Gold, on the other hand, possesses 'immortality' that transcends the material and spiritual realms."

"When humans part with gold, the pain of 'losing something precious' will cause the collective subconscious to respond more clearly. But with potatoes?" She winked and added playfully, "The public will just judge you as cleaning out the refrigerator."

Okay, now it makes sense.

The value of an item will change depending on different people and their perceptions.

Take food as an example. Even in the end times, there are still many people who have enough food, so they don’t think food is valuable, which causes the value of this item to fluctuate.

As for gold, although it will also be affected by this, human civilization has given it an unshakable status for thousands of years. Whether it is the nobles with high power or the poor with low status, they all have a common understanding of gold -

valuable.

So the question is, where else can I collect gold?

The notebook wants the stone, Melodya wants the gold...

Haha, it turns out I am the collector.

"I understand everything I need to understand. That's it. It's almost time for me to go back."

"I understand. I'll open the door for you."

Melody stood up, took Shen Qinyin's hand, and walked to the door with graceful steps, leading her in an elegant manner.

"Well, goodbye, I'll look forward to seeing you next time."

"Well, next time I'll bring money."

Shen Qiyin said this jokingly, and the worthless person thought that she had reached a consensus with Melodya to take care of your business next time.

After passing through the door, Shen Qinyin's eyes gradually fell into darkness.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself back in the bedroom of the B&B.

Her body lay peacefully on the bed just as she had before she left, and the warmth in the quilt remained the same as before, as if to indicate that she had never left from the beginning to the end.

My legs lost feeling again, and the experience in the "rest room" just now seemed like a dream.

During this experience, in addition to getting to know Melodya and figuring out the purpose of the rest room, Shen Qiyin also noticed one thing.

That is, the notebook still has nothing to do with these metaphysical things.

Whether it's the Qualified, the Entity, the Black Tide, or other things that don't belong to the Earth, or Melodia, or the rest room, none of them seem to have anything to do with the notebook.

The notebook is completely independent of all forces. As a golden finger, it can be said that it fully guarantees the uniqueness and uniqueness of the protagonist.

This made Shen Qinyin even more curious about it.

Although many novels never explain the origin of the golden finger or the system, this does not hinder Shen Qiyin's interest in exploring the notebook.

Looking at it from another angle, when Melodia said that she had a talent that she couldn't see through, and that this talent could save human civilization, she was probably referring to the notebook...

Forget it, the road ahead is long and difficult. Now I just need to know that there is an additional task of collecting gold.

If rest rooms can be utilized properly, their potential is far greater than you imagine.

It is no exaggeration to say that it is already close to the golden finger of the independent cultivation space possessed by the protagonists in those immortal cultivation novels.

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Xiangmu is right!

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Chapter 141 Shen Qiyin's fishing enforcement

a few days later.

Huaibei Province front.

As the days passed, the atmosphere on the front lines became increasingly eerie.

It's not the kind of sense of crisis where you feel like you're facing a powerful enemy and feel like you have a thorn in your side, but rather a kind of tension and desolation where everyone is in danger.

Starting a few days ago, a number of soldiers were gradually transferred from the front line and concentrated in the rear.

Huaibei Province's defense line originally surrounded the western border, forming a wall-like defense line to block the advance of the Kuroshio Tide.

Now, as the number of frontline personnel decreases, the length of the defense line is gradually shortened.

The defense line that originally covered the entire western border of Huaibei Province has now been reduced to less than half.

Although the higher-ups were still promoting the idea of ​​strategically shrinking the defense circle to stabilize public sentiment, the soldiers and civilians inside the safe zone all felt panicked.

Statements like "We are definitely going to be abandoned" are spreading in the safe zone like a virus.

Basically, many people have a premonition that Huaibei Province’s defense line will not last long.

After Zhou Yun finished examining the girl in front of him, he comforted her gently, "It's just a minor cold. You'll recover after taking some medicine and getting a good night's sleep. Don't worry too much."

"Thank you, Dr. Zhou."

"Where's your father?"

"Dad just received a notice to go to the company meeting room. He should be back soon, right?"

This girl was none other than Chen Xiao, one of the few survivors who left Huanglin City. As for her father, it was of course Chen Guanglin.

After the father and daughter arrived at the front line, Chen Guanglin was assigned to the company of his former comrade-in-arms through his original connections, and Zhou Yun happened to be a field doctor in the logistics department of this team.

When Zhou Yun heard the word "notice", he frowned almost instinctively.

The atmosphere in the front-line camp has been very bad recently. Although it still appears to be orderly on the surface, everyone is talking about it privately.

Words such as "strategic abandonment" and "strategic retreat" appear very frequently. In this situation, any meeting or notice may bring extremely shocking information.

"Doctor Zhou, are you worried about the recent rumors in the camp?"

Chen Xiao blinked and stared at Zhou Yun with curiosity.

Faced with Chen Xiao's direct questioning, Zhou Yun's first reaction was nervousness and the desire to hide something.

Of course she was worried, but as an adult, she instinctively wanted to prevent the rumors and bad news from reaching her child.

"I've heard of it," Zhou Yun hesitated for a moment, then carefully considered his words before responding, "It's just rumors. In this apocalyptic environment, everyone is under a lot of pressure, not to mention the threat of the black tide.

But don't worry, we will drive away the Kuroshio. Everyone is just a little worried, not really scared."

"I see..."

Although Chen Xiao was only twelve years old, after such a long period of exposure to the apocalypse, her mental age had long surpassed that of her peers. Moreover, she was smart, so how could she not hear that Zhou Yun was comforting her.

"Well, whether it's a rumor or not, it doesn't matter to me. I just want to be with my dad."

Her words were very simple, but they touched Zhou Yun more deeply than hearing the battle reports from the front lines.

Because when his daughter was still alive, he had said the same thing to her.

For a moment, Zhou Yun seemed to see the shadow of her daughter in Chen Xiao.

"Xiaoxiao, you..."

Zhou Yun was about to say something when Chen Guanglin's anxious voice suddenly came from outside the door: "Doctor Zhou, how is Xiaoxiao?!"

They both turned around and saw Chen Guanglin running into the infirmary with sweat all over his forehead, holding a few A4 papers like flyers in his hands.

After seeing the two people, Chen Guanglin first breathed a sigh of relief and adjusted his breathing. Then he closed the door, and after making sure that there was no one around, he rushed to Zhou Yun like a thief.

"Something big has happened. The higher-ups have transferred another group of people. I got the transfer list. Take a look."

Zhou Yun leaned forward with a puzzled look on his face, and followed Chen Guanglin's instructions to browse the list. He soon saw his name on one of the papers.

Not only that, there are several familiar names among them, including Chen Guanglin.

"This, this could be..."

Zhou Yun's expression changed slightly. Chen Guanglin, who was standing beside him, noticed this and immediately asked, "Did you notice? The names listed here are basically qualified personnel, technicians, officers, and their families!"

"..."

"After receiving this notification list, I spent some resources to find a few old comrades to ask around, and they basically confirmed my speculation.

The military district must definitely be evacuated, and they are very likely to abandon most of the civilians, otherwise it would be impossible to make such a transfer arrangement!

We are the first line of defense here. If they still want to maintain the defense line, or want to shorten the defense line to the rear until it is handed over to the second line of defense outside the capital, then they should at least transfer civilians and technical personnel first, and then officers and qualified personnel!

You know, if we, the units with high combat power, are transferred first, then once we leave, the defense line of Huaibei Province will be completely useless!"

Listening to Chen Guanglin's whispered rebuke, a terrifying thought gradually arose in Zhou Yun's mind: "Could it be that you mean that the military district intends to abandon the civilians in this part of Huaibei Province?"

"..."

Chen Guanglin didn't know how to start. As a soldier who had enlisted again, he really shouldn't speculate on the decision this time with such dark thoughts.

The problem is, he really can't figure out why this transfer list and related plans were arranged like this!

"That's impossible. There are at least a million civilians in the rear of Huaibei Province, and there are over 200,000 soldiers and civilians in the frontline areas alone.

According to the latest national demographic estimates, our country's current population may only be around 20 million. If we abandon them all, we will lose such a huge population all at once..."

"Doctor Zhou, if they gave up voluntarily, we can still curse the guy who made this decision as an asshole, but what if they were forced?"

"..."

Chen Guanglin covered his forehead with one hand, sweating profusely. "This is what I'm most worried about right now. Abandoning civilians, preserving technicians and core forces, to maximize the chances of a counterattack."

"..."

Zhou Yun lowered his head and fell silent.

After a long pause, she asked again, "So what do you think? Is the defense pressure on the front lines already this severe?"

"It's a little more severe than before, but it's definitely not to the point where we have to abandon civilians..."

Suddenly, Chen Guanglin suddenly remembered something and overturned his previous guess: "No, this is not right! There is something wrong with my guess!

We were notified of a transfer, but the destination wasn't the capital or the second line of defense. I'd heard some speculate we might be sent to the coastal city of Lanxiang...

Damn it, there's a possibility we'll be transferred to Lanxiang City to deal with that terrifying beast! If the data is correct, the threat posed by that beast is probably no less than that of the Black Tide!

Zhou Yun immediately asked, "Are you talking about the unidentified creature that was reported a while ago, appearing in coastal areas and sinking a large ship?"

Chen Guanglin didn't reply, but nodded seriously.

When Zhou Yun thought of the monster, his face suddenly turned pale, and then a feeling of despair emerged from the bottom of his heart.