Indescribable cyberpunk

"Mr. Thompson, are you ready?"

In the hazy drizzle, a person wearing a light yellow translucent raincoat stood in front of a silver-white metal chassis. Behind him stood a photography group. The host wearing a microphone at the corner of his mouth looked at the numbers on the left side of the chassis that were accurate to milliseconds. Clock asked.

There are 10 seconds until eight o'clock sharp.

He stretched out his left hand flat and gave a thumbs up, making a no-questions-asked gesture. His right hand rested on the edge of the case, and his thumb was placed in front of the red button.

The countdown begins.

5! 4! 3! 2! 1!

He pressed the button hard with his thumb, and there was a hum of mechanical startup mixed with a few muffled sounds, and the lights suddenly brightened around the tower where the crowd was!

From an overhead perspective.

Starting from Community No. 8 and going straight to Community No. 1, the giant tower nearly 100 meters high standing in the center of Xiacheng District suddenly started to move at this moment.

Starting from the top floor, the light waves representing the three-dimensional holographic projection continue to light up, projecting the already set scene images to major communities in Xiacheng District.

"Look, it's foggy!"

In the park of Community No. 3, someone opened his arms to embrace the "gray fog" created by holographic projections that spread from the upper floors downwards.

People in the gray fog cheered enthusiastically.

Everyone knows that this is the beginning of the Ghost Festival in Thousand Sails City!

Herod~~

In the obscure gray fog, the loud neighing of horses sounded.

With faint blue fire burning in its pupils, a skeleton horse made of a skeleton with some drooping skin and flesh jumped out of the gray mist in mid-air, circling around the hollow between the central buildings of the city.

After just a few seconds, the gray fog on the horse's back began to stir, and the warrior holding a long sword gradually emerged, driving the horse and galloping towards the parks of various communities.

Every time they reached a park, giant jack-o'-lanterns with devilish faces began to rise in that area, emitting a sneer.

Crack! ! !

Thunder exploded, and the gray fog on the top floor suddenly began to form a vortex around a central point, creating a doomsday-like scene.

Just when everyone was surprised and shocked by this sight, all the undead knights suddenly hovered in mid-air, then turned around in unison, heading towards the tower.

At the same time, within the thick layer of fog, a huge, brown wooden horn pierced the mist, followed closely by a terrifying five-masted sailboat that seemed to sail out of hell.

The hull under the front collision angle was broken into a hideous crack. The weather-beaten hull was covered with various cracks and dark green seaweed. The black canvas hanging on the mast was also in tatters. However, these parts were pieced together. It is a very domineering pirate ship.

Just when everyone thought that this was also a fantasy existence projected by holograms, it began to circle around the central tower. The huge hull smashed the rain in the sky into pieces as it moved, and occasionally passed by the buildings of several high-rise communities. On the outer streets, the boat ramp was less than two meters away from the crowd of onlookers.

The rushing wind pressure mixed with the rain knocked several people who were closer to the ground, causing a burst of exclamations from around them.

"What an idiot. This is Thousand Sails City, and that ship is a real thing disguised as our giant airship. If you had stretched your hand further just now, you might have broken two of your fingers."

Friends who were traveling with him and knew the inside story quickly helped him up, and the teasing in his words could no longer be obvious.

The pirate ship shuttled around the central area non-stop, and saw that it had already detoured most of the area. At the top of the thickest mast in the center of the pirate ship, someone was standing on it, with a loudspeaker disguised as a telescope suspended in front of him. .

Swallowing, he suddenly opened his mouth and shouted: "Do you want my treasures? I have hidden them in hidden places in the community. Go and find them!"

As he finished speaking, a large number of colorful ribbons were sprayed out from the cannons on both sides of the ship. This part was actually a virtual image, just a little trick to add to the fun.

In order to increase the lively atmosphere during the Ghost Festival, the Qianfan City government prepared not only the opening ceremony, but also many colorful activities. Facts have proved that this approach was very successful, and it easily aroused people's enthusiasm for shopping.

Such a massive performance is actually just one of the opening elements that appears in the central building complex of Thousand Sails City. The place where the Ghost Festival really begins is not here.

In various communities where the flow of people is more dense, it is another scene at this time.

In Community No. 8, a parade of ghosts dressed as hundreds of ghosts was slowly passing through the streets. Several virgin ghosts in plain clothes standing in front were holding orange paper lanterns and constantly throwing them at the onlookers on both sides of the street. Pile of hand packed fried beans.

Occasionally, some children dressed up as various ghosts and monsters would rush out of the queue with jack-o'-lanterns. If they caught someone, they would ask for candy. If they gave it, they would get a hug. If they didn't give it or didn't have it, they would not only be beaten by a group of "little ghosts". With graffiti on his face, he has to bear the contemptuous looks of other pedestrians nearby.

The streets and alleys of No. 13 Community are full of fireworks. It’s not that people are setting off fireworks, but that every household is burning paper money and rice bundles for praying with half-closed doors. When you get closer, you can see that no matter how big or small, there are With a table of food, there must be two incense candles at the end of the door. The incense burner is placed in the middle, and rice cakes or steamed buns are stacked in the shape of a pagoda on both sides.

From time to time, adults would lead children to clasp their hands in front of the incense candles and bow down to pray. After a while, the children would change into costumes that looked like judges or imps in the back room, with runny noses, and rush out of the door swaggering, waving their hands. They broke off small branches from nowhere, and went around in small groups to "check the water meter."

However, for Zhu Jue at this moment.

All the excitement belongs to others.

The epidemic prevention center arranged for him and the doctors sent from his clinic to provide medical assistance in community No. 35, and they will set off to report there this morning.

Now he and Suzi are waiting for the arrival of the urban rail car in Xiacheng District.

"Ah, what a naughty kid, he actually stuffed the candy wrapper in my pocket."

As soon as he sent away an "evil ghost", he turned around and took out a handful of candy wrappers from his pocket. Zhu Jue turned the handle of his umbrella and glanced at Suzi, who was taking out candies from his pocket. He complained helplessly,

"Isn't it just that I didn't bring any candy? I didn't know there was such a rule."

"Although the Ghost Festival in other cities is not as important as Thousand Sails City, there should still be some activities. Have you not experienced it?"

Suzi asked in surprise.

"Well, the place I used to live in was the old town of Yecheng. The people there couldn't even think about the festival."

Feeling guilty, he took a candy from Suzi's pocket and tore off the wrapper, stuffed it into his mouth, found an excuse to pass it over, pretended to look at his watch and continued,

"Let's go in quickly, the train is about to leave."

The urban structure of Qianfan City is destined to have natural limitations in ground transportation. It is very troublesome for ordinary vehicles to travel between various communities. Closer communities can walk through overpasses, but such a huge distance is naturally impossible to use. Using the same method, rail cars that run through the entire city and have three-dimensional lines have become the first choice besides self-driving airships.

This time they were going to a low-level community like Community No. 35. The docking of the airboat was very problematic, so the two gave up the self-driving airboat after discussion.

Entering the waiting hall, Zhu Jue looked at the scene outside through the window on the other side.

"How do you think this Ghost Festival compares with the Spring Festival in Rongxia City?"

In Zhu Jue's impression, the only festival with such a grand scale was the Spring Festival in Rongxia City.

"Festivals represent traditional culture. This method of relying on modern technology to attract people's attention cannot be compared with the Spring Festival. The gap is too big, and there is really nothing to comment on."

As a person from Rongxia City, Suzi obviously admires the festivals in his hometown more. I don’t know if there is any favoritism in this. Zhu Jue compared the two in his mind, and finally had to admit that the Rongxia City Spring Festival had more charm.

Apart from anything else, in terms of cultural expression alone, Thousand Sail City's Ghost Festival is indeed a few blocks away from Rongxia City's Spring Festival.

"boss!"

While the two were talking, a familiar voice sounded from behind. He turned his head and looked over, and Lin, carrying a purple backpack, was walking this way.

Zhu Jue, who was about to ask about the progress of the translation of "Nakter Manuscript", could only stop talking and redirect the conversation to the Festival of Ghosts.

"We don't know how long we will need to stay in Community No. 35 during this trip. Will we miss the entire Ghost Festival?"

According to the statement given by the epidemic prevention agency, this operation will not last more than a week.

"Will definitely miss it!"

Lin looked at the train timetable next to her, her face looked a little ugly for some reason.

"The Ghost Festival is actually prepared for communities above the 25th, like the pirate ship. If you want to see it, you have to look twice now, and wait until you get to the community on the 35th. Anyway, prepare to be disappointed."