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Volume 2 Mao Shen¡¯s Hometown Tour At the beginning of the new book, I¡¯m asking for advice.

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    I don¡¯t know if anyone has seen it, but if anyone has seen it, I¡¯d like to give you some advice.  Please.  Chapter 1 The Unhappy Shipbreaker There are as many lives as there are people.  Even though it¡¯s right by the sea, the abandoned port under the tropical sun is still unbearably hot.  The sea breeze mixed with the salty smell blew by, but it did not bring a chilling feeling, but a more sultry feeling.  Doug put on a protective mask that was manufactured twenty years ago, plugged in earplugs that were pitch black and had no visible original color, and tied a rope around his waist.  After everything was ready, he turned around and made an OK gesture to his partner Mary behind him.  In his field of vision, the hot deck was stained with rust, and the rising heat distorted the scenery in his field of vision.  It was impossible to tell who the various busy men and women were.  After receiving Mary¡¯s reply gesture, Doug turned his head back to the front, looking at the ancient cruise ship that seemed to have been cut off by the God of Scavengers, and took a deep breath.  The cruise ship, with only half of its body left, was stuck on the beach.  Doug climbed up and found a pipe. He used the wrench he brought with him to unscrew the screws of the protective net.  He threw them down, made sure Mary had put them away, and shouted loudly, "I'm in." After saying that, without waiting for Mary's reply, he bent down and got into the pipe.  Pipes made of steel cannot withstand the baptism of time and become rusty.  Even with earplugs on, Doug could still hear the pipes squeaking as he moved.  He made his movements as light as possible as he crawled through the pipe to avoid accidentally stepping on the pipe.  The structure of the pipeline inside the ship is complex. It is said that a co-worker once stepped on the pipeline and collapsed it, and it took two months before he was rescued.  When he saw the light of day again, he had become a mummy.  Just like the rat corpse at Doug's feet, which looked like a piece of paper.  Doug slowly walked deeper into the pipe. He took every step carefully and carefully carved a spiral mark inside the pipe to prevent him from finding his way back and getting lost in the pipe.  The mark he carved, like the tattoo on his face, is the mark of Gore Heavy Industries.  It can not only be used as a road sign, but also represents the boundary of the site, even if there will be no other engineering teams here in the near future.  After turning another corner, Doug was completely cut off from the natural light from the outside world.  It was extremely dark inside the pipe, and there was no living thing except him.  He gently took off the bag from his waist and applied the fluorescent substance in it to his forehead and the backs of his hands.  The pale green fluorescence was particularly conspicuous in the darkness, and Doug used the light to continue walking.  Looking for what he was looking for.  Found it!  Doug stared excitedly at the copper wire in front of him. Without noticing, he stood up straight and put his head heavily on the top of the pipe.  The impact caused a huge echo, making him feel like he was inside a Christian church bell.  Fortunately, he had the foresight to wear earplugs so that the sound would not damage his hearing.  He pulled the rope around his waist and told Mary outside that he had found something.  Then, he took out the tool, lifted up the U-shaped ring, and took off the copper wire one by one.  Wind it into a ball and place it in a more conspicuous place on the pipe.  Wait for him to come back before taking him out.  Continue walking inside.  The temperature inside the pipe is still not cool, maybe because Doug is all the way down.  The oxygen was thinning and he was gasping for air.  The sultry air made him shed huge beads of sweat.  Beads of sweat washed away the fluorescent material on his forehead and flowed into his eyes along the edge of the less than sized dust mask.  The stinging eyes are extremely uncomfortable, but Doug can¡¯t go out yet.  He also needs more metal.  Chrome, nickel, copper wire, steel clips, anything will work.  If there wasn't enough metal, he couldn't eat.  The climate inside the pipes is harsh, with not only dust floating there, but also asbestos fibers and rat droppings.  The expired dust mask of the wrong number provided limited protection to Doug and could not prevent dust from passing through the gap between the mask and his face and being breathed in by him.  ¡°Perhaps he inhaled asbestos fibers or dust.  He choked and coughed.  Tears flowed.  Vaguely, I remembered my mother's nagging.  She said that when working in a dirty environment, you will inhale a lot of dirty things.  They are dangerous to health and can be fatal in severe cases.  Look at the black mud on the mask, isn¡¯t it?  The scene of the mother washing the mask in the sea water came to mind.  Golden sandy beach, endless sea, gentle and amiable mother.  That was the most beautiful picture in Doug's pitiful childhood.  Shaking his head, Doug got rid of the fantasy in his mind. He knew that he was hallucinating.  He must hurry up now, otherwise he is not sure when he will be in this claustrophobic place.?Crazy in space.  The sound of his footsteps echoed in the pipe.  He ventured deeper.  Doug seemed to be blessed by the god of scavenging. Just when the rope around his waist was about to run out, he saw a large piece of copper wire.  This piece of copper wire is very long, winding along the pipe.  If you collect them all, you can almost catch up to what Doug collected in three days.  Doug happily pried up the U-shaped rings. The sound of the U-shaped rings falling to the ground was like the sound of throwing coins when worshiping the God of Scavengers. It was pleasant and pleasant.  Until the last U-shaped ring detached from the pipe, the copper wire fell down, and another cloud of dust was stirred up.  Fortunately, it's very dark here, no longer in the sun.  Otherwise, the countless dust particles floating in the air will definitely drive people crazy.  "Come back, the time is up" Mary's voice came from the top of the pipe, reminding Doug that his collection time was up.  Let him go back as soon as possible.  Everyone¡¯s collection time is limited, and often a pipeline will be sifted over and over again by different light workers like a plow to prevent leaks and strive to collect every piece of available metal.  This is why Doug didn¡¯t try to be clever and hide part of the copper wire until he could pick it up again tomorrow.  He will not underestimate the sharp eyes of any colleague.  He collected the U-shaped rings at a faster speed, put them into his pockets one by one, and at the same time made a mark, indicating that this was the end of today's walk.  Then, he pulled the long copper wire and walked back. The copper wire pulled by Douglas was like a long snake, moving in the pipe, making a sound of metal collision.  Picking up the small bundle of copper wire left in the pipe and stepping over the paper-like rat carcasses, Doug knew he was almost out.  He looked at the expanding light, his heart filled with longing.  Every time he was about to step out of the deep tunnel, he had this feeling.  Perhaps, this is what the Life Religion calls rebirth.  Doug stood on the platform of the pier extending out to the sea under the dazzling sunshine.  "Did you know you came back ten minutes late?" Mary scolded Doug angrily and took the copper wire from his hand.  Wrap it around the turntable.  She turned the crank, and the soft copper wire wrapped around it obediently.  In the sunshine, her golden hair stuck to her pale face.  She was also skinny due to malnutrition.  Doug didn't just watch her work alone.  After squinting his eyes to adjust to the sunlight, he joined the ranks of spinning the carousel.  "I found a lot of copper wire, and it's almost time to catch up with the three-day supply." Doug and Mary stood side by side, talking about the scene in the pipe.  "This is not a reason." Mary interrupted Doug's defense and urged him to speed up and finish turning the copper wire.  Mary and Doug were not the only ones in the huge port.  Around them, all kinds of men and women were busy. These men and women were holding various strange-shaped hammers in their hands, and they were walking on this ancient cruise ship with the sound of hammering with iron pieces.  Their job is to break it into pieces and dismantle it into pieces.  Heavy industry holds an acetylene nozzle to peel the iron plate from the hull.  Then, let these iron pieces float up to the beach with the buoyancy of seawater like palm leaves.  Workers on the beach were dragging ropes.  Tie the pieces of iron together and drag them ashore. ?? And light workers like Doug are responsible for disassembling lightweight parts on cruise ships.  In addition, there are some people who are responsible for finding oil storage facilities such as gasoline and diesel, and putting these precious liquids into boxes and taking them out.  In this age of oil depletion, their value goes without saying.  The workers are like a group of ants busy in their nest, trying hard to find usable materials on the scrapped ship so that they can see the light of day again.  "It's really a lot." Mary sighed in a calm tone.  The reason why she cut her hair short was to prevent her hair from getting stuck in the gaps of the machine and various rotating parts.  This is no joke, if you keep your hair long and work here, it is tantamount to walking with death.  No one knows when the hair will be twisted into the machine.  When the time comes, even the gods will not be able to save you.  Can only wait to die.  "Otherwise I would have been late to come back. You still don't believe me?" Doug said with a bit of showoff.  He took out all the U-shaped rings and poured them into the container.  "You wait, I'll call Martha." Although there is only one word difference between Martha and Mary.  But the two are not sisters. They are far different from each other in appearance and personality.  Martha is sixteen years old, tall and has a healthy, wheat-colored complexion.  She is born with a loud voice and is the daughter of the little foreman Barbie.  Therefore, even though she is too big to enter the pipeline, she is still the leader of many light workers.   "Hey! Doug, Mary, what are you two standing there doing? Come here!" Martha yelled.  Still have to work When Doug heard her say this, he knew that he had a new task, and walked over dejectedly.  He only complained in his heart and did not say it out loud, because he knew Martha's temper.  If the cow is angered, he will not get any good results.  This is a large group of copper wires that were found somewhere. Different from the exposed copper wires that Doug found in the pipes, these copper wires are cables, wrapped in insulating rubber.  A group of light workers gathered around under Martha's roar.  They got the stripper and gave each person a section. The division of labor was clearly defined and they began to work together as a team, which they had become accustomed to.  In the hands of these light workers, the insulation of the discarded wires was peeled off layer by layer, and the copper wires that had just come into contact with the air were still sparkling without oxidation.  Finish these tasks that are outside work.  Doug finally got a chance to have Martha check out the results of their day's work.  The skinny Mary and the strong Martha stand together. Their sickly paleness and healthy wheat complexion tell the story of their different experiences.  "This is the result of your work today?" Martha said with contempt.  "Yes" Doug said, but when his eyes saw the wheel, he felt like the sky was falling.  The copper wire is gone, the extra two-thirds are gone.  There is only one good day left.  The expected snacks are gone.  Doug couldn't tell how disappointed he was, but he resigned himself to it. He didn't need to guess, but he knew that Martha took away the extra wires while he was stripping the cables.  "Yes." Doug said yes for the second time, his tone full of helplessness.  Martha is gone.  Mary frowned and whispered, "Gore said another light worker is taking our jobs." Doug's expression changed, "It's really surprising." "Yes, the current situation is great.  It¡¯s unlikely to last long.¡± ¡°It¡¯s just¡± Doug agreed.  Standing on the deck, he could see the golden beach extending into the distance.  There are some puddles dotted among them.  Many stranded freighters were also stranded there.  Their captain seemed to have gone crazy, jokingly crashing the huge steel fish into the beach.  And they, the shipbreakers, were like flies, unceremoniously dismembering these stranded fish.  On the distant horizon, the seawater that was once polluted by oil has turned blue, reflecting the color of the sky, white clouds, and sunlight.  Doug jumped off the boat and walked towards the settlement.  The center of the settlement is a concentric circle of mirrors.  These mirrors all face the huge bucket in the center.  The sunlight reflected by the mirror is concentrated to boil water and generate steam to generate electricity.  This is a concentrated photovoltaic power generation device, which provides all the electricity in the settlement.  Doug returns to his residence.  It's said to be a residence, but it's actually just a giant tire cut in half, resembling a snail shell.  However, this is enough for him.  Lying in the dent of the tire, Doug stretched his waist and took out his treasured glasses and gloves.  The glasses show the scenery, and the gloves provide the sense of touch.  Even if this is just the most basic and cheap somatosensory device, it is enough to open the door to a new world for Doug.  Chapter 2 I¡¯m already dead The sky is cloudless, which is when the signal is at its best.  The satellite hanging high in space received Doug's login request and took him to another world.  The glasses covering most of the face emit a red light that scans the retina.  Then, Doug read out the login password quietly but clearly: "You are dead." The password is correct.  The flashing green cursor pushed back and typed out lines: Account verification successful!  Welcome to Penglai, Doug!  Login time: 13:45-2043.10.1 This text gradually faded away, and finally four big words appeared: Player - Ready!  Doug felt like he was falling downward from the pure black void, and gradually gained a physical feeling.  Finally, things around you become clear.  This is the classroom on the third floor of the school, where he logged off yesterday.  Doug looked around. The scenery around him was almost real, but not completely real.  Everything in Penglai has an almost perfect 3D model.  Unless you look closely around you, it's easy to forget that all this is just a flood of 0s and 1s.  This is only the effect of the most basic school host. I heard that if you can buy the latest top-level host, the difference between Penglai and reality will be completely eliminated.  However, Doug doesn¡¯t expect a so-called top-level console.  How many years have we been able to have this set of equipment?It is almost a gift from the goddess of luck.  As a shipbreaker, Doug never had any savings, and the salary he earned from each day¡¯s work was just enough to pay for the next day¡¯s food.  Even the price of the most junior school host is not something he can afford.  Fortunately, the creator of Penglai, Harvey, plans to use the virtual world of Penglai to popularize education for children who cannot afford to go to school in reality.  Only Doug can get a Penglai host.  Knock on the door of this wonderful world.  Doug walked to the back of the classroom and put his hand on the locker. With a crisp metal click, the locker popped open.  There isn't much in it, just the most basic textbooks.  When his hand made contact with them, they disappeared from the locker and appeared in Doug's character's inventory.  Except for a few books, there are very few things left in the inventory.  The system provides steel swords, wooden shields, torches, and leather armors.  These are not enchanted equipment, and their attributes are pitiful.  However, this is the best equipment he can wear.  Things in Penglai are just as expensive as in real life, sometimes more.  Shipbreaker food stamps cannot be used instead.  In this dark age, Penglai Point has become one of the most stable basic currencies in the world.  Even more reliable than the US dollar, Japanese yen, RMB, British pound, etc.  There is a mirror on the top of the locker that reflects the appearance of Doug's game character.  Compared to him who is skinny in real life, he is much taller and stronger in the game.  However, his aesthetics are quite reliable.  He did not turn himself into a monster with a tall body and prominent muscles, similar to the orcs of the Life God Cult.  Most of the students in the school are reliable in appearance because there are special restrictions.  It prevents one from adding grotesque decorations such as devil's horns, angel wings, etc. to the image.  When registering an account, you can name it as you like, as long as it is not repeated.  In other words, the existing name was not initiated.  Therefore, some celebrities or wealthy people will spend a lot of money to buy the names they want.  People who sell their names are called nickname dealers.  Once upon a time, Doug dreamed of being one of them.  It's a pity that he entered Penglai too late, and his good name was already mentioned by a pig.  People rarely use their real names online.  In the virtual world, no one knows you're a dog unless you tell them.  The establishment and popularization of Penglai culture was based on this concept.  Probably except for Doug, very few people use their real names as character names.  For example, Martha, the foreman of light industry, is named Katarina in the game.  This kind of name is completely unknown.  When he first entered the school address, Doug was asked to leave his real name, character name, email address, etc.  This information is stored with the principal and only he can view it.  Of course, character names are not allowed in school.  In order to avoid the teacher opening and closing his mouth to say some incomprehensible things.  For example, "Watermelon Ninja Rantaro, stand up and answer the questions!", "Hulala Talulah, please listen attentively!", "The king is patrolling the mountains, please read your reading notes!".  Students must use their real names. If there are duplicates, add numbers after them to distinguish them.  Fortunately, the name Doug is quite special and does not require a number after it.  The bell rang, and an icon flashed in the corner of the field of vision. It was inconspicuous but would not be ignored.  Doug was reminded that his first class would start in ten minutes.  Doug¡¯s hands shook at a specific frequency and he controlled his body to return to his seat.  As time goes by, the number of people in the classroom gradually increases.  First, a green light spot floated on the seat or in front of the locker.  Then a few lines outline the outline of the body, which gradually materializes.  Like a ghost appearing out of thin air.  As the number of people increased, the voices of conversations grew from small to loud, making it as noisy as a vegetable market.  Doug's chin rested on his arms, observing the people around him with interest.  Such leisurely time is rarely seen in shipbreaking yards.  There is always only scolding and hard work.  Just when there were five minutes left in class, Doug heard someone calling him again.  "Hey! Hey! It's Doug, man's loyal best friend." The owner of this voice shouted in a strange tune and made a "dong dong" sound on the table with his hands.  His strange noises and exaggerated movements attracted the attention of the students in the classroom.  Although this kind of drama has been performed countless times, it is still so attractive.  Doug turned to look at him.  I saw him and a few friends standing in the aisle between the tables and chairs, talking and laughing, and squatted down and made a gesture of stroking the dog's head.  And several of his friends laughed in agreement with his actions.  After laughing, he looked at Doug's clothes and asked, "It's so beautiful and handsome! Where did it happen?" Doug's clothes were automatically delivered by the system when entering Penglai.?Set of original costume.  Black shirt, dark green jeans.  Speaking of which, it's really better than what he wears in reality.  And the guy with the Bond 47 on his head is wearing expensive and dazzling clothes just like his nouveau riche friends.  It looks like I probably bought it from an offline store.  By the way, I almost forgot to say that.  In this era, Doug heard that in affluent areas, real clothes usually have corresponding Penglai redemption codes, and they can be redeemed for corresponding clothes in the second world of Penglai.  "Your sister bought it for me." Doug said calmly, "Next time you want her to act like a spoiled child, remember to convey my gratitude." Several friends of Bond 47 and classmates in the classroom listened.  Doug's answer made everyone laugh out loud.  Bond's chubby face turned red instantly, which showed that he had not turned off the expression sensor, and it also showed that his Penglai host was advanced.  There is an allusion to the reason why the students laugh.  When this semester first started, everyone was not familiar with it.  Bond 47 once staged a good show with his sister at the door of the class.  No matter how you say it, it is not appropriate for him, who is already a high school student, to hold his sister's lap and cry bitterly at the door of the class, muttering "I don't want to go to school! I don't want to go to school".  At that time, Doug happened to record this video.  Therefore, a bad bond formed between the two.  With a tap of Doug¡¯s finger, a familiar cry rang out, and the students laughed even louder.  Bond Forty-Seven was at a loss. Finally, he clicked on the panel, and with a "clang" sound, he completed the change and put on his warrior equipment.  Most of his equipment glows with light, and each piece of equipment is attached with different magical properties.  If Bond 47 had met Doug in a worn-out leather armor elsewhere, he would have killed him countless times.  But this is the planet Canberra.  A planet built specifically for education, a planet where players are prohibited from fighting.  The only weapon is language.  Doug ignored the hysterical Bond 47 and leisurely turned on the muting option.  Then, he looked back and saw him salivating and going crazy.  This feels great.  The last five minutes before class passed like this.  Doug sat upright, and the textbook "Modern World History" materialized in his hands.  An "extremely smart" middle-aged bald male teacher, wearing a mage's robe, talks about the powerful ships and cannons of modern times and the decline of the world.  After the decline of mankind.  Doug carefully wrote this sentence in the footer of the book.  And I thought about what kind of life I would have if I lived in that era of abundant resources.  Penglai¡¯s physics engine is very powerful.  The sound of wind, rain, and reading.  The strong wind blew into the room from the window, blowing up the papers on the desk and blowing off the teacher's wizard hat, revealing his Mediterranean Sea in front of the students.  Pieces of dark clouds gathered in the sky, lightning struck and thunder sounded.  Big raindrops fell one after another.  It was so powerful that it lifted up the turf and knocked away the soil.  What's going on?  Students in the classroom faced the wind and closed the windows tightly.  This is absolutely not normal.  In Canberra, the planet of education.  The weather has always been mild. To describe it in eight words, it is gentle breeze, drizzle, and rising sun.  How could there be such bad weather?  Just when the students did not obey the rules and ran to the window, looking at the violent storm outside, the teacher planned to activate the authority and fix them back to their seats.  Everyone was stunned, and a video started playing in everyone's field of vision.  The founder of Penglai, Yu Sheng, appeared in the video.  He does not look like a dying old man in his sixties or seventies.  But what he looked like when he was twenty.  Wearing bell-bottom pants and toad glasses, he jumped among the crowd, humming a strange melody, and sang, "I'm dressed up but I have nowhere to go. I can only carry the dead man on my shoulders and walk forward. Don't run, don't run"  After singing this sentence, he suddenly stopped dancing.  The music stopped abruptly.  At this moment, all the dancers beside him disappeared, and everything on the street turned into fine sand.  A coffin appeared in front of young Harvey.  The young man lowered his head, and there was the old Harvey in the coffin. He looked at him with both mockery and sadness.  He raised his head, looked at the camera and said, "Hello everyone, I'm dead." Chapter 3 Three Seals After Yu Sheng said this, he pulled his palms outward, and a long talisman appeared from the golden smoke cloud.  He held the talisman in both hands and started reading line by line from bottom to top.  "I, for the rest of my life, hereby declare that I am mentally normal at this moment and have the ability to be fully responsible for my actions. I hereby publish this video and declare it invalid."All the previous wills" Yu Sheng read aloud faster and faster, mixed with a lot of incomprehensible legal terms, which gradually made it difficult to understand clearly. "It's all useless nonsense!  "Yu Sheng threw this heavy book into the air. "I announced that I will hold a grand game, and the winner will get my fixed assets of 60 billion US dollars and 65% of Penglai's shares.  , become the Lord of Penglai!  " He turned around and appeared at the door of the bank. He walked inside. Countless gold coins fell from the air, fell to the ground and then bounced up. The complex light reflected was dazzling and dazzling, and the clanking sound of the collision was messy and sweet.  Young Yu Sheng opened his arms and embraced these attractive wealth, like an ant embracing a golden dragon. Then, he turned around again. His figure shrank sharply, turning into the appearance of a seven or eight-year-old child.  The unclear gold coins disappeared, replaced by a dilapidated tube building, and the sound of the food market selling outside the window could be heard. Yu Sheng's robe disappeared, and what he was wearing turned into a pile of game consoles and T-shirts.  He ran around in the messy room of computers and stopped after running for a while, happily patted the machine under him, stared at it in fascination and said, "I wonder if you know what it is?  " "Atari 2600.  " "It's beautiful, isn't it?  "Xiao Yusheng looked at this ancient game console with bright eyes. "It is my first game console.  New Year's gift in 1980.  It has been sixty-three years since I came into contact with the gaming world.  Of course, I took it out not to show its long history, but" He paused pretending to be mysterious, picked up the handle from the bright red floor, sat on the sofa, and his eyes fell on the table.  On the black and white TV. He was silent and started to play a game. Halfway through, Xiao Yusheng seemed to remember that he was recording a video. He smiled shyly and said, "This game is called "Adventure" and the author is.  Warren Robinette.  Atari's game consoles at that time did not allow personal imprinting.  So he played a little trick.  " The character controlled by Xiao Yusheng used a giant sword to chop down a red dragon. However, due to the pixels, the thing called the red dragon looked more like a deformed slime surrounded by jagged teeth. After chopping it, Xiao Yusheng  Yu Sheng conducted a series of operations in the maze-like room and finally entered a secret room. There was nothing in this room except two lines: "Made by Warren Robinette."  "Xiao Yusheng pointed at the screen, "This is the earliest Easter egg in the game.  Robinette hid him deep within the game without revealing anything to the outside world.  Atari produces and markets the Adventure game around the world.  But he had no idea.  At that time, children all over the world were talking about it, and I was one of them.  Finding Robinette's easter egg was the coolest gaming experience of my life.  " Xiao Yusheng threw down the handle, stood up and walked forward. The living room in Tongzilou disappeared, and the road ahead became darker and darker. Finally, he appeared in a darker room. In the corner of the room, an incandescent lamp swayed and gave off dim light.  "  Before I die," the old Yu Sheng said in a deep voice, "I created my own easter egg, and I hid it in my most popular game - Penglai.  The first person to get it will inherit my entire estate.  " "It's well hidden.  I wouldn't just bury it under a rock or simply create a dungeon.  Write ¡®Come to me¡¯.  It's not that simple!  " Lao Yusheng rubbed his temples, as if the old man lacked energy. He drew a few symbols in the air. Three printed cards appeared from the void, and they slowly rotated around the old man's fingers. It seemed that there were three colors, corresponding to  Three materials, bronze, mithril, and jade. Just as they were rotating at a constant speed, Yu Sheng began to recite a poem. Without saying a word, the letters appeared below: The three keys correspond to the three doors of this place.  Virtue will be tested. Only those who brave the wind and waves and overcome many difficulties will reach the other side and gain similar wealth. He finished singing, and only the bronze key hung in the air.  The old mage walked backwards and walked into the black cave. After a few seconds, he stood in front of the three-person door and knocked on the bronze bracelet, and the huge noose began to operate.  , pull up the giant door.; In addition to the shining treasures such as gold, silver and jewelry, there are many treasures in the cave.  There are also several computers and game consoles.  In addition to the Atari 2600 that Yu Sheng had just played, Doug also recognized another machine. It was an arcade machine.  Gore Heavy Industries has one, and it is a rare toy in a shipbreaking yard.  At least, Doug couldn't play it.  However, even though he didn¡¯t play it, he could still recognize it.  Just like he has seen pigs running, but he has never eaten pork.  Doug believes that other machines should be products of that period of the last century.  As for its use, he really couldn't think of it.  The rest of my life with the bronze seal hanging around my neck disappeared, and the video ended.  However, the window did not close, but Yu Sheng¡¯s personal website popped up.  The pages of the website change accordingly.  The top row is a line of mosaic Chinese characters, which are automatically translated into the English used by Doug in Penglai. This line of characters means standings.  Below are the uppercase Chinese characters for ten, which Doug also translated into Arabic numerals.  Every name after the number is the rest of your life.  Number of points: 000000.  </a><a>Mobile phone users please read it here.  </a>
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