Walking into 0827, Garcia seems to have just taken a bath, the sportswear used for morning exercise has been replaced by a set of red and white martial arts robes, and the rosy soaked in hot water can be seen on her cheeks.

"Would you like something to drink?" she shook the glass in her hand.

I remember the first time I came to her house, she still had a look of indifference on her face...... Of course, there is no such thing as softness now.

"No, thanks. Roland asked curiously, "Do you have a game today?"

"Have you ever seen an athlete change their clothes at home? Keeping warm before a competition is one of the most important things a player can do. Garcia poured herself a glass of milk and sat down across from him, "No matter how shabby the gym is, the locker room is always a must-have - sometimes I wonder if your common sense has been swallowed up." ”

"Haha......" Roland masked with an embarrassed laugh, "I thought martial artists would be more special." ”

"In the eyes of the public, it is no different from other sports, except that the process is more exciting and the prize money is more generous. She shrugged, "The reason why I'm wearing this trial robe is because I need to use the influence of a martial artist later. ”

"Oh, do you want to shoot commercials?"

"It's going to march and protest!" Garcia said angrily, "Don't you even read the newspaper?" If we don't stop it, the next target of those men will be the Tube Building, and your home will be in ruins. ”

Belch...... He almost forgot that there was still this thing, "That...... I wish you all a smooth journey. ”

"You ——!"

"I'm a rookie who hasn't played a game, has zero popularity, and doesn't even have a trial robe," Roland put on a regretful expression, "Even if I go, it won't help." ”

"Is it up to people to understand!" Garcia pulled out a list from the coffee table and patted it in front of him, "Look at the people above, how many of them are martial artists? They are all residents of the bottom of the tube building, but they are still willing to go with me to protest! If we choose not to speak out because we are not famous, then everyone will ignore our existence!"

Looking at the stubborn Garcia, Roland couldn't help but be a little touched, whether it was in the face of otherworldly erosion or ordinary life, this seemingly indifferent woman was actually more enthusiastic than most people in her heart.

Of course not, the background of the daughter of a large family, the star martial artist, and the controller of the force of nature can make it easy for her to buy a house in the center of the city. She is not doing this for herself, but for the rest of the residents of the old community – most of whom are ordinary people who receive a meager monthly salary but enjoy the benefits of the well-developed facilities around her. Once moved to a new suburban area, the quality of life will undoubtedly drop by several notches.

Although he knew that these were illusions that accompanied the dream world, and that the inhabitants of the tube building were all vanquished souls devoured by Jieluo, he was not sure if his original idea was necessarily correct as the world turned into an unknown direction. Visions that could not be discerned were in a sense the same as reality, for example, it was difficult for him to regard the radiant woman in front of him as an illusory empty shell, and the longer he stayed in the dream, the stronger this feeling became.

Anyway, the book has already been brought back, so it will be regarded as a thank you gift, and it will not hurt to go shopping with her.

Just as Roland was about to agree, a familiar name on the list suddenly caught his eyes-

"Baro Rot Sim".

That's the name of the devil's resident who lives in No. 0510.

Of all the information collected by the Tachira Witch, this lengthy string of characters was particularly noticeable, so he didn't miss it after just a glance.

Roland's heart jumped, the name of the devil on the list meant that he would also leave the tube building and participate in the protest march with the martial artists - it seemed like a perfect opportunity to get a glimpse of the other party's memory fragments.

"Ahem, I made an appointment with someone else in the afternoon...... So I can only support you mentally. He looked away, pretending not to see the expectant look in his face.

If it were an ordinary person, I am afraid that at this time, it would be time to exchange the right to read the book for this cheer.

But Garcia didn't, she just stood up in annoyance, "I should have expected that it would be in vain to tell you this. With that, she walked briskly into the back room, and then walked out with an old red book in her hand.

At first, looking at her posture, it seemed that she wanted to smash the book in front of him, but in the end, because she was reluctant, she changed it to a light one, "This is the book that the master often mentions, since you have it, you can also go!"

Roland casually flipped down the cover, only to find that there was no name in the author's column, only an ominous word.

"Does no one know who wrote this book?"

"I don't know what else is written?" replied Garcia bluntly, "and of the Society's many collections, it is most famous not for its content, but for the people who wrote it. I heard that the man died before he could finish writing, and the Guild was stunned to find any record of him. ”

"Died while writing?" Roland was stunned, did he die of a sudden lesion? He originally wanted to talk to the other party privately - half a century is not far away, and if he is lucky, the author should still be alive. But even if he died, he shouldn't be without news. At that time, the archive system had been popularized, not to mention that the other party was still a martial artist who had awakened the power of nature.

Something seems to be wrong.

"Why, scared?" Garcia scoffed, "You don't think of those cursed ghost stories, do you?" don't worry, at least there's no evidence that anyone who sees it will die, or you wouldn't have been introduced by me to become a martial artist." Of course, if you don't dare to watch it, I won't make fun of you, let alone publicize it. ”

No, you definitely would......

Roland picked up the book and nodded to her, "Thank you." ”

"Hmph. Garcia looked away and didn't reply.

Returning to 0825 as quickly as possible, Roland locked the door for the first time. The protests didn't officially begin until the afternoon, and he still had hours to satisfy his curiosity.

The title of the book is, as Garcia puts it, "The Reason for Being."

The shell is a red kraft paper unique to the era, and it seems to be wrapped in a thin wooden plank, so it looks very solid. Roland originally thought that since it was related to the gods, the content must also be chattering by the gods, which made people half-understand and understand. Unexpectedly, when he turned the first page, his eyes were attracted by the other party's beautiful handmade pen words.

The words on the right, the photographs or abstracts on the left, and the numbers below, correspond with great accuracy, as if this were not a work of prediction, but a well-derived treatise.

Most of the photographs have been yellowed, and the abstracts are mostly from newspapers and magazines, and in today's Internet popularity, it is difficult to see handwritten documents and legends made with scissors glue. The whole book reveals an old atmosphere of the times, but the content is surprisingly smooth and easy to understand, and there is no sense of estrangement in reading.

The first sentence of the book is that we have been deceived by the gods.