The steam engine didn't give him enough time.

After a few seconds of wandering thoughts, the steam bus arrived at the stop.

The exhaust sound of the air pressure valve rang in his ears, the door opened, and Chen Yan raised his head blankly, just in time to meet the eyes of the passengers in the carriage.

There were so many people commuting on the steam bus today that they almost filled the entire carriage.

They looked at him sitting on the bench, stretching his feet, and then saw the leather shoes on his feet.

Someone who is doing something good suddenly screams: "Fuck! You're perverted!"

Chen Yan blushed in embarrassment: "I'm not! I didn't! Don't talk nonsense!"

The sound of the confrontation attracted more curious eyes, and the passengers in the carriage focused more and more attention on Chen Yan. The embarrassing comments that made him want to commit suicide appeared in Chen Yan's ears.

"It's a transvestite... There are actually people like this in the empire... I thought they only existed in novels."

"Maybe he's just a performance artist."

“Performance artist wearing women’s shoes wandering around Central Park on a winter evening?”

"This kind of character has never been seen in the empire... Why do I feel that this person is going to be popular... Do you want to go up and get an autograph? Maybe I can sell it for a good price in the future."

"..."

Chen Yan originally wanted to leave, but the foot wearing the leather shoe was no longer under his control. As soon as he stood up, he seemed to be about to fall.

Just when the embarrassment was about to reach its next peak, a powerful and deep voice suddenly came from the front of the car:

"Holy light! Let that poor man go! Isn't there anyone who can help him? What happened to the Rook people who are always willing to help others?!"

Chen Yan looked at the rearview mirror next to the front of the car, and just happened to see Donald wearing a red hat in the rearview mirror.

Donald was frowning, with a serious expression. His fair and rosy skin paired with this expression made him look like he was constantly serious and angry.

Two young men walked out of the car with smiles and helped Chen Yan get into the car.

One of them whispered in his ear: "Don't feel embarrassed. Imperial people are free. Transvestism is just a hobby. Everyone has various hobbies."

Chen Yan opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say the words "I'm not".

Fortunately, after getting in the car, people stopped commenting on him.

What's even better is that the guy who was going to sign the autograph just now didn't show up either. It seemed that he felt that Chen Yan didn't have enough "commercial value".

Chen Yan spent the longest sixteen minutes of her life hiding in the chatter of people in the carriage.

The No. 306 steam bus stopped at the bus stop on Walker Street. Chen Yan jumped off the bus and staggered towards Apartment No. 33 as if running away.

Fortunately, night had completely fallen, the visibility on the street was dim, and the workers who were not working in the factory had gone home early. None of the few pedestrians on the street could notice the women's leather shoes on his feet.

Chen Yan limped home, opened the door, smelled the aroma of bread coming from the kitchen, and almost cried with joy.

"Yanjun is back!"

Ogami yawned and walked out of the kitchen. When she saw the women's shoes on Chen Yan's feet, her eyes suddenly became complicated.

"Yanjun, you..."

Chen Yanren had to explain clearly to himself: "I'm trapped by this weird thing! Help me take a look!"

After hearing the sound, Nuomiguo also walked out of the kitchen. The three of them came to the hall, lighting up the not-so-bright kerosene lantern, and looked at the women's leather shoes on Chen Yan's feet.

"Hey! They don't seem to be ordinary shoes!" Nuomiguo focused on Chen Yan's feet and sounded surprised.

Listening to her tone, Chen Yan suddenly felt hopeful: "Do you know what this thing is?"

Nuomiguo's little face became serious: "I have never seen anything like this before. I just feel that this thing is somewhat similar to some legendary items."

When Chen Yan heard about the drama, he immediately told her what happened today.

"That's right..." Nuomiguo's eyes were complicated: "Yanjun is really lucky."

Chen Yan bit the bullet and asked, "How do you say it?"

Nuomiguo seemed to have changed the subject and asked a strange question: "Jun Yan, what do you think the world was created by?"

When Chen Yan heard this question, he subconsciously remembered the girl's words that rang in his ears when he saw the world through the vision of desire.

[The world has recorded everything in the endless time in the past...all of which constitute the world that exists in endless time.]

He didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, so he could only answer Nuomiguo's question tentatively: "Creation God?"

He immediately denied his answer: "No, no one has seen gods, and so-called miracles are almost all lies. The world should not have been created by gods."

Nuomiguo nodded and answered him in a positive tone: "Yes, the so-called gods are just a group of extraordinary beings who have mastered extraordinary knowledge and completed the evolution of life forms."

She asked: "Jun Yan, do you think the world has memory?"

Chen Yan thought of those "real" memory fragments of the world, as well as the leather shoes on his feet that were embodied in the memory fragments of Vidya Gandhi, and felt that he could answer this question with certainty:

"I think so."

The expression on Nuomiguo's face was very pleased: "If Mr. Yan can answer this question so definitely, he is already much better than most people."

Chen Yan's face looked bright. Fortunately, it was already night and the kerosene lantern was not too bright, so Nuomiguo didn't notice the shyness on his face.

He could answer this question entirely because he had witnessed it "with his own eyes" - through the vision of desire.

Nuomi Guo turned around and looked at the weak wick of the kerosene lantern, her eyes wandering to no one knows where.

"It is recorded on the inscriptions of the Deep Sea Age that after the world fell into darkness, there were still existences similar to 'life', surviving in [huge fear].

They were once humans, but when the world lost its light, they became "wandering spirits" in a sense.

Those souls wandering in the doomsday are lonely and helpless. They may pass away at any time, so they want to continue to exist - just like human beings regard eternal life as the ultimate goal.

The ubiquitous dangers in the deep sea era make it impossible for them to escape, and most of them even live or die.

But they can still continue their lives in another way - by recording everything they experience in various carriers:

Carvings on stone tablets, songs under the deep sea, heritable biomass, mitochondria with self-awareness...

They try their best to leave their own traces in the world and "survive" in this form - they believe that if they can leave their own traces in the world, they will achieve "immortality".

They worship a complex and baseless [Consciousness Totem], and the original body of that totem is called [Cosmic Spirit], which is a [Life Form Transcendent] that does not exist in this world."
Chapter completed!