48 Hours a Day

Zhang Heng took a look at the cell phone in his pocket, and the automatic timing of the date display was no different from what the bartender said, which also meant that he spent 3900 days in the Caribbean Sea in the 18th century, yet only two hours had passed in the real world.

“This time you seem to be traveling a long way.” The bartender lady leaned on the liquor cabinet and looked at someone with interest.

Zhang Heng drank the whiskey and subconsciously wanted to wipe off the foam on his beard, but he touched his shiny chin. After a moment of pause, he asked the bartender lady across the street, "How long is the maximum length of each round? ”

“No one knows, but it is said that a player has been in a script long enough for six years, which is the longest known copy to be on the record, and that his copy is no different from the real world, so it took him a long time to figure out what was happening on that side and what was happening on that side. ”

“So is it really just a game? ”

“Why, why?” The bartender lady blinked.

“I have some historical foundations, and I have looked into a lot of information, and the copies I have experienced so far are almost no different from the history, because of course, my arrival, at a certain point, did deviate it from the original history.” Zhang Heng said that he opened the app of Baidu browser on his phone, typed the keywords Nassau, pirates and so on in the search bar, and quickly browsed the results of the query.

It was found that nothing had changed compared to previous historical records.

Roger Wood, who was still appointed Governor of Nassau by George I in 1718, came to New Providence with a fleet of spirits, expelled pirates from the island and re-established order there. Blackbeard Titch was shot dead by the Navy shortly after the shelling of Charleston, and Annie was captured by the Navy, but was eventually redeemed by her own father for spending time in colonial seclusion.

And all the legends about him disappeared.

His name did not appear in any of the press records, which is simply not possible.

In fact, Zhang Heng himself had some speculation after going through the script of the Mannheim Line of Defense. This time with the help of the Black Sail, he also intended to spread his reputation further in the last few years, in order to test his speculation after leaving the copy, and now he seemed to be able to draw conclusions.

“When I was in the second replica, I wondered if I was on a shuttle, but that was too unlikely. ”

“Mm-hmm?” The bartender lady made a questionable noise with her nostrils.

“Because in a power system, any minor change in the initial conditions is likely to trigger a huge, long-term chain reaction across the system. ”

“Butterfly effect.” The bartender lady punched a finger.

“Yes, if you really send all the players back to the past, then our history is long gone, I attended the auction copy, only that copy was there 4,5000 players, then the number of players even conservatively estimated is tens of thousands, so many butterflies, the change will be unimaginable. ”

“Perhaps people in the world line don't know that the world line has changed.” The bartender lady shrugged her shoulders.

“It is not ruled out, but this time with the many traces I left in that script, it cannot be completely unchanged in the real world, and I clearly remember these two distinct passages of history. ”

“Wow, looks like you've done a lot of great things this time.” The bartender lady was surprised.

“So now I'm more inclined to take a historical time node in each copy and make the game, and my question is, why did you do it, why did you choose the real history of humanity, what message was it sending, and what happens to the people inside when I leave that copy? ”

“What makes you so sure it's just your human history?” The bartender lady said after a long time, “As for the second question, you can buy an extra round of service with game points and go back and see for yourself, you have a permanent membership card with a 20% discount or very good value. ”

“Then give me an extra round of games.” Zhang Heng pondered back. After spending more than 10 years in the Black Sail copy, he accumulated an amazing 342 game points, more than a hundred more than previously expected, because he had done a lot of great things, whether fighting the Royal Navy's proud Scarborough before or later with Black Prince Sam and others to rob a Spanish treasure ship, battle Roger Wood to recover Nassau's fleet, and earn a lot of money and a reputation for drifting across the sea.

With over 700 points remaining to sell [Moresby's Bone], he now has over 1,000 game points, and spending 400 to buy an extra game opportunity is not too luxurious.

However, he had just concluded a long experience and did not intend to embark on a new journey immediately.

So Zhang Heng spent 400 points purchasing an extra round of service before using it.

He gave Betty's shell, the prop he got from the game, to the bartender lady and then left the lust city bar.

Stepping out of the lounge door, there are still songs and dances that penetrate the eardrum and men and women who shake wildly with the melody.

Every night here is so lively, it's like this city never sleeps.

Zhang Heng walked down the iron ladder. In the past, his figure would soon be flooded by the surge of people, but this time, the young people immersed in hormones and music saw him but unconsciously withdrew a few steps, giving way to space, even the best faces, the rebel teenagers who like to show their masculinity in front of their female companions did not dare to resist the wind.

They don't know why, after seeing a guy who looks like a college student, he couldn't help but want to back off. After so many days, basically everyone who comes here and plays knows that the two strong guys with sunglasses on the iron ladder can't mess with it, but now the two big guys in the suit are as harmless as goats and lazy goats.

Zhang Heng frowned, and he could probably guess what was going on. He had been a pirate in the Caribbean for over a decade in the 18th century and had become a nightmare that frightened the whole of Great Britain and even Europe. Although he did not like killing himself, he still had blood on his hands in order to survive in a cruel environment, he could not even remember how many people he had killed, how many people had died because of him, and his temperament had changed dramatically in latent silence.

He was like a dinosaur breaking into a chicken coop for the young people who were drunk in the peace years.