我的征尘是星辰大海。。。

The dirt and dust from my pilgrimage forms oceans of stars...

-------当记忆的篇章变得零碎，当追忆的图片变得模糊，我们只能求助于数字存储的永恒的回忆

作者:黄教授

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原始脚本

露西瞥见陆宇两手空空，捂着嘴笑起来，声音像银铃般清脆。
我妈妈以前总跟我说，将来一定要找个中国老公，中国男人最懂节省，攒钱娶老婆的样子最靠谱。
他这话刚落，旁边的马斯克也勾了勾嘴角，语气里带着点嘲讽。
确实，中国人的节省程度超出想象。
陆先生，你就没有任何想买的东西？连一点个人需求都没有吗？他说着还还冲露西挤了挤眼。
眼，笑声里带着几分玩味。
平可夫自始至终盯着手里的工具袋，对两人的调笑充耳不闻，指尖无意识地攥紧了袋口。
露西跟马斯克说笑了两句，转头看向他，好奇地问，将军，您这袋子里装的都是什么宝贝啊？看着沉甸甸的。
平可夫扯了扯嘴角，干笑一声。
就是些手工工具，我这人喜欢动手，没事总爱捣鼓这些。
说罢又下意识的把袋子往怀里紧了紧，没再多说。
马斯克见状，立刻从口袋里掏出一部银色的手机，扬了扬下巴，语气里满是炫耀。
你们可能没见过这种最新科技，这可不是普通手机，相当于一台移动手提电脑。
我刚试过，功能超强，能直接投屏到显示屏上当笔记本用。
里面还有各种通讯模块和芯片，我随时能组装出一个小型高科技互联网实验室。
他说着特意看向平可夫，眼神里带着点挑衅。
陆羽看在眼里，心里隐隐觉得平可夫和马斯克之间的气氛有点紧张，像是藏着 没说开的较劲。
这时马斯克又把目光转向陆羽，语气带着探寻，眼神也多了几分审视。
陆先生，你是真的没想要的东西？陆羽愣了愣，坦诚的摇头，我还没想好。
欧莱既然安排了我们的住处和基本需求，照理说不该缺什么。
而且我到现在都不知道他让我们来的目的，暂时没找到 非要买的东西，打算明天再看看。
聪明人的做法。
马斯克笑了笑，话锋却一转。
但你有没有想过，也许明天就没机会再来购物了，这可是个风险。
我想过，但我愿意冒这个险。
陆羽点点头，语气平静，有限的信用点，我想留到最关键的时候用。
他这话刚说完，一直沉默的平可夫竟不经意的点了下头，像是认同他的想法。
露西看着三个男人严肃的样子有点摸不着头脑。
她从购物袋里掏出一根巧克力棒晃了晃，你们要不要尝尝？我特意挑的，不知道味道怎么样。
几人没再多说，随着电动车缓缓停下，各自拿着东西回了自己的房间。
陆羽回到房间，先走到门边轻轻转动把手，确认门已经锁好，才从口袋里掏出那几张叠得整齐的宣传纸。
展开纸张时，他特意放慢了动作，目光立刻落在背面的小字上。
白天在超市只是匆匆扫过，此刻终于能逐行仔细阅读。
纸上的文字清晰却刺眼。
一 恭喜你，玩家。
你获得了游戏的提示，因为这就是一场游戏。
二，游戏里凡是免费的东西一定不要漏掉，它们免费却可能极具价值。
三，给你的建议是所有值得注意的都要注意。
若你留意到餐桌上的缩写，恭喜你，已开始接近游戏目的。
四，你的同 同伴也许是敌人，因为你们是竞争者。
5，危险往往在夜晚降临，你要提前防范。
游戏、竞争者、危险，陆羽低声念着，心里像被投入一颗石子，泛起阵阵寒意。
他刚把宣传纸叠好藏进睡衣口袋，就听到门外传来轻微的咔哒声。
他屏住呼吸，蹑手蹑脚走到门边，透过锁眼往外看。
走廊里的白光很亮，却没看到任何人影。
犹豫了几秒，他轻轻转动把手，将门拉开一条小缝，探头悄悄张望。
不远处，马斯克正站在露西的房门前，手里举着白天买的那部手机，屏幕亮着，正对着门上的人脸 识别区域扫描，没过多久，滴的一声轻响，露西的房门竟被打开了，里面立刻传来露西带着惊讶的轻呼，你怎么进来的？紧接着，门就被马斯克从里面关上了。
陆羽心里一紧，刚想缩回身子，眼角余光又瞥见平可夫的房门缝隙里，有一角深色的衣角快速闪了一下。
随后门就彻底关严了。
看来平可夫也在观察外面的动静，他赶紧关紧自己的门，后背抵着门板，心跳得飞快。
晚上会发生什么？宣传纸上说危险在夜晚降临，不是空话。
他看向房间里唯一的床，又扫过空空如也的衣柜，一个念头突然冒 出来，睡在床上太显眼了。
陆羽快步走到床边，把被子和枕头摆成有人躺着的人形，又拉过床单盖好，尽量做得逼真。
随后他蹲下身，钻进床底，蜷缩起身子，双手捂住嘴，尽量让呼吸变得又轻又慢。
黑暗中只有走廊里偶尔传来的细微声响，他睁 睁着眼慢慢等着睡意降临，心里却始终绷着一根弦。
陆羽在床底的黑暗里迷迷糊糊睡去，不知过了多久，一声沉闷的巨响突然砸进耳朵，紧接着头顶的床板猛地晃了一下，像是被什么重物撞了。
他瞬间清醒，死死捂住嘴，连呼吸都屏住了，侧耳听着外面的动静。
几秒钟后，周围又恢复了死寂，刚才的巨响仿佛是错觉。
可没等他松口气，房门外突然传来露西带着哭腔的尖叫，还有哐当一声房门被撞开的声音。
陆羽手脚并用的从床底爬出来，先贴着门板听了听，确认没有危险后才轻轻拉开一条缝，走廊里的白 光刺得他眯了眯眼，眼前的景象让他心头一震。
露西只披着一件皱巴巴的外衣，里面的衣物凌乱，头发散乱，正靠在墙上大哭。
马斯克赤裸着上身，后背上肿起一大块青紫色的瘀伤，脸色难看。
平可夫则站在两人对面，全身裹着不知用什么材料自制的防护服，手里 里握着一把用工具组装的武器，像是把扳手和刀片拼在了一起，看着锋利又结实。
到底怎么回事？陆羽推开门走出去，声音压低了些。
平可夫先开口，语气冷静，刚才都遭到袭击了，我在壁柜里听到动静，出来时就看到他两个这样。
他朝马斯克和露西抬了抬下巴，露西 哭着摇头，话都说不完整。
我我睡得好好的，突然有人撞门，我吓得赶紧喊马斯克。
马斯克皱着眉，伸手揉了揉后背的伤。
我听到动静刚起身，就被什么东西砸了后背，没看清是什么，只知道跑出来的时候门是开着的。
陆羽看向平可夫，刚才在床底他就猜对方可能早 有准备，你躲在壁柜里没被袭击？平可夫微微点头，手里的武器没放下。
睡前就把壁柜加固了，听到外面有异响，没敢贸然出来。
这时露西的哭声小了些。
陆羽和平可夫对视一眼，像是早就有了默契。
陆羽故意问露西，马斯克怎么会在你房间里？露西的脸瞬间红了，支支吾吾说不出话。
马斯克也有些尴尬，挠了挠头。
我我想着晚上可能有危险，露西说让我过去陪她，顺便商量下明天的事，没想到真出事了。
平可夫扯了扯嘴角，没戳破，只是看着两人。
袭击者没露面，也没下死手。
更像是警告。
陆羽点点头，想起宣传纸上的话，又看了看平可夫手里的武器、自己床底的藏身地，两人都提前做了防范，才没受伤。
他看向马斯克和露西，轻声说，看来欧拉没打算伤害我们，这只是个小小的考验。
平可夫认同的嗯了一声，目光扫过走廊尽头，像是在警惕着什么。

修正脚本

露西瞥见陆宇两手空空，捂着嘴笑起来，声音像银铃般清脆。
我妈妈以前总跟我说，将来一定要找个中国老公，中国男人最懂节省，攒钱娶老婆的样子最靠谱。
他这话刚落，旁边的马斯克也勾了勾嘴角，语气里带着点嘲讽。
确实，中国人的节省程度超出想象。
陆先生，你就没有任何想买的东西？连一点个人需求都没有吗？他说着还冲露西挤了挤眼，笑声里带着几分玩味。
平可夫自始至终盯着手里的工具袋，对两人的调笑充耳不闻，指尖无意识地攥紧了袋口。
露西跟马斯克说笑了两句，转头看向他，好奇地问，将军，您这袋子里装的都是什么宝贝啊？看着沉甸甸的。
平可夫扯了扯嘴角，干笑一声。
就是些手工工具，我这人喜欢动手，没事总爱捣鼓这些。
说罢又下意识地把袋子往怀里紧了紧，没再多说。
马斯克见状，立刻从口袋里掏出一部银色的手机，扬了扬下巴，语气里满是炫耀。
你们可能没见过这种最新科技，这可不是普通手机，相当于一台移动手提电脑。
我刚试过，功能超强，能直接投屏到显示屏上当笔记本用。
里面还有各种通讯模块和芯片，我随时能组装出一个小型高科技互联网实验室。
他说着特意看向平可夫，眼神里带着点挑衅。
陆宇看在眼里，心里隐隐觉得平可夫和马斯克之间的气氛有点紧张，像是藏着没说开的较劲。
这时马斯克又把目光转向陆宇，语气带着探寻，眼神也多了几分审视。
陆先生，你是真的没想要的东西？陆宇愣了愣，坦诚地摇头，我还没想好。
欧莱既然安排了我们的住处和基本需求，照理说不该缺什么。
而且我到现在都不知道他让我们来的目的，暂时没找到非要买的东西，打算明天再看看。
聪明人的做法。
马斯克笑了笑，话锋却一转。
但你有没有想过，也许明天就没机会再来购物了，这可是个风险。
我想过，但我愿意冒这个险。
陆宇点点头，语气平静，有限的信用点，我想留到最关键的时候用。
他这话刚说完，一直沉默的平可夫竟不经意地点了下头，像是认同他的想法。
露西看着三个男人严肃的样子有点摸不着头脑。
她从购物袋里掏出一根巧克力棒晃了晃，你们要不要尝尝？我特意挑的，不知道味道怎么样。
几人没再多说，随着电动车缓缓停下，各自拿着东西回了自己的房间。
陆宇回到房间，先走到门边轻轻转动把手，确认门已经锁好，才从口袋里掏出那几张叠得整齐的宣传纸。
展开纸张时，他特意放慢了动作，目光立刻落在背面的小字上。
白天在超市只是匆匆扫过，此刻终于能逐行仔细阅读。
纸上的文字清晰却刺眼。
一 恭喜你，玩家。
你获得了游戏的提示，因为这就是一场游戏。
二，游戏里凡是免费的东西一定不要漏掉，它们免费却可能极具价值。
三，给你的建议是所有值得注意的都要注意。
若你留意到餐桌上的缩写，恭喜你，已开始接近游戏目的。
四，你的同伴也许是敌人，因为你们是竞争者。
五，危险往往在夜晚降临，你要提前防范。
游戏、竞争者、危险，陆宇低声念着，心里像被投入一颗石子，泛起阵阵寒意。
他刚把宣传纸叠好藏进睡衣口袋，就听到门外传来轻微的咔哒声。
他屏住呼吸，蹑手蹑脚走到门边，透过锁眼往外看。
走廊里的白光很亮，却没看到任何人影。
犹豫了几秒，他轻轻转动把手，将门拉开一条小缝，探头悄悄张望。
不远处，马斯克正站在露西的房门前，手里举着白天买的那部手机，屏幕亮着，正对着门上的人脸识别区域扫描，没过多久，滴的一声轻响，露西的房门竟被打开了，里面立刻传来露西带着惊讶的轻呼，你怎么进来的？紧接着，门就被马斯克从里面关上了。
陆宇心里一紧，刚想缩回身子，眼角余光又瞥见平可夫的房门缝隙里，有一角深色的衣角快速闪了一下。
随后门就彻底关严了。
看来平可夫也在观察外面的动静，他赶紧关紧自己的门，后背抵着门板，心跳得飞快。
晚上会发生什么？宣传纸上说危险在夜晚降临，不是空话。
他看向房间里唯一的床，又扫过空空如也的衣柜，一个念头突然冒出来，睡在床上太显眼了。
陆宇快步走到床边，把被子和枕头摆成有人躺着的人形，又拉过床单盖好，尽量做得逼真。
随后他蹲下身，钻进床底，蜷缩起身子，双手捂住嘴，尽量让呼吸变得又轻又慢。
黑暗中只有走廊里偶尔传来的细微声响，他睁着眼慢慢等着睡意降临，心里却始终绷着一根弦。
陆宇在床底的黑暗里迷迷糊糊睡去，不知过了多久，一声沉闷的巨响突然砸进耳朵，紧接着头顶的床板猛地晃了一下，像是被什么重物撞了。
他瞬间清醒，死死捂住嘴，连呼吸都屏住了，侧耳听着外面的动静。
几秒钟后，周围又恢复了死寂，刚才的巨响仿佛是错觉。
可没等他松口气，房门外突然传来露西带着哭腔的尖叫，还有哐当一声房门被撞开的声音。
陆宇手脚并用地从床底爬出来，先贴着门板听了听，确认没有危险后才轻轻拉开一条缝，走廊里的白光刺得他眯了眯眼，眼前的景象让他心头一震。
露西只披着一件皱巴巴的外衣，里面的衣物凌乱，头发散乱，正靠在墙上大哭。
马斯克赤裸着上身，后背上肿起一大块青紫色的瘀伤，脸色难看。
平可夫则站在两人对面，全身裹着不知用什么材料自制的防护服，手里握着一把用工具组装的武器，像是把扳手和刀片拼在了一起，看着锋利又结实。
到底怎么回事？陆宇推开门走出去，声音压低了些。
平可夫先开口，语气冷静，刚才都遭到袭击了，我在壁柜里听到动静，出来时就看到他两个这样。
他朝马斯克和露西抬了抬下巴，露西哭着摇头，话都说不完整。
我我睡得好好的，突然有人撞门，我吓得赶紧喊马斯克。
马斯克皱着眉，伸手揉了揉后背的伤。
我听到动静刚起身，就被什么东西砸了后背，没看清是什么，只知道跑出来的时候门是开着的。
陆宇看向平可夫，刚才在床底他就猜对方可能早有准备，你躲在壁柜里没被袭击？平可夫微微点头，手里的武器没放下。
睡前就把壁柜加固了，听到外面有异响，没敢贸然出来。
这时露西的哭声小了些。
陆宇和平可夫对视一眼，像是早就有了默契。
陆宇故意问露西，马斯克怎么会在你房间里？露西的脸瞬间红了，支支吾吾说不出话。
马斯克也有些尴尬，挠了挠头。
我我想着晚上可能有危险，露西说让我过去陪她，顺便商量下明天的事，没想到真出事了。
平可夫扯了扯嘴角，没戳破，只是看着两人。
袭击者没露面，也没下死手。
更像是警告。
陆宇点点头，想起宣传纸上的话，又看了看平可夫手里的武器、自己床底的藏身地，两人都提前做了防范，才没受伤。
他看向马斯克和露西，轻声说，看来欧莱没打算伤害我们，这只是个小小的考验。
平可夫认同地嗯了一声，目光扫过走廊尽头，像是在警惕着什么。

英文翻译

Lucy caught sight of Lu Yu walking empty-handed and covered her mouth with a laugh, her voice as crisp as silver bells. "My mom always told me I should marry a Chinese man in the future, because Chinese men are the best at saving, and the way they scrimp to save for a wife is the most reliable." As soon as she finished speaking, Musk beside her smiled wryly, a hint of sarcasm in his tone. "Indeed, the extent of Chinese thrift is beyond imagination. Mr. Lu, don’t you have anything you want to buy? Not even a single personal need?" He winked at Lucy, his laughter carrying a playful edge. Pingkofu kept his eyes fixed on the tool bag in his hands, oblivious to their teasing, his fingers unconsciously tightening around the bag’s opening. Lucy exchanged a few jokes with Musk, then turned to him and asked curiously, "General, what treasures do you have in that bag? It looks heavy."

Pingkofu twitched the corner of his mouth and let out a dry laugh. "Just some hand tools. I like working with my hands, always tinkering with things." He instinctively pulled the bag closer to his chest and didn’t say more. Seeing this, Musk immediately pulled a silver phone from his pocket, lifted his chin, and spoke with a tone full of boasting. "You might not have seen this latest technology. This isn’t just an ordinary phone; it’s like a mobile laptop. I just tried it out—its features are powerful, and it can project directly onto a screen to use as a notebook. It has various communication modules and chips inside; I can assemble a small high-tech internet lab anytime." He deliberately looked at Pingkofu, a hint of provocation in his eyes.

Lu Yu observed this, sensing a subtle tension between Pingkofu and Musk, as if there was an unspoken rivalry. Musk then turned his gaze to Lu Yu, his tone probing and his eyes scrutinizing. "Mr. Lu, do you really not want anything?" Lu Yu hesitated, shaking his head honestly. "I haven’t decided yet. Since Oulai arranged our accommodation and basic needs, we shouldn’t be lacking anything. Besides, I still don’t know why he sent us here, and I haven’t found anything I absolutely must buy. I’ll take a look tomorrow." "A wise approach," Musk said with a smile, but his tone shifted. "But have you considered that there might not be another chance to shop tomorrow? That’s a risk." "I thought about it, but I’m willing to take that risk," Lu Yu nodded, his voice calm. "I want to save my limited credits for the most critical moment." As he spoke, the silent Pingkofu inadvertently nodded, as if in agreement.

Lucy, puzzled by the seriousness of the three men, pulled a chocolate bar from her shopping bag and waved it. "Do you want to try some? I picked it specially; I’m not sure how it tastes." Without further discussion, the group fell silent as the electric cart slowly came to a stop, each carrying their belongings back to their respective rooms. Back in his room, Lu Yu first walked to the door, gently turned the handle to confirm it was locked, then pulled the neatly folded promotional papers from his pocket. As he unfolded them, he slowed his movements, his gaze immediately landing on the fine print on the back. He had only glanced at it in the supermarket during the day; now he could read it line by line carefully. The text on the paper was clear but jarring.

"One: Congratulations, player. You have received the game’s hint because this is a game. Two: In the game, never miss anything that is free; they may be free but hold great value. Three: The advice given to you is to pay attention to everything worth noting. If you notice the abbreviation on the dining table, congratulations, you are approaching the game’s objective. Four: Your companions may be enemies, for you are competitors. Five: Danger often comes at night; you must prepare in advance."

"Game, competitor, danger," Lu Yu muttered, a chill settling in his heart like a stone thrown into a pond. He quickly folded the paper and hid it in his pajama pocket, then heard a faint click from outside the door. Holding his breath, he tiptoed to the door and peered through the keyhole. The corridor was brightly lit with white light, but no one was in sight. After a moment’s hesitation, he gently turned the handle, cracked the door open, and peeked out stealthily. Not far away, Musk was standing outside Lucy’s door, holding the phone he had bought that day. The screen was lit, scanning the facial recognition area on the door. After a few seconds, a soft beep sounded, and Lucy’s door swung open, immediately followed by Lucy’s startled gasp: "How did you get in?" The door was then closed from the inside.

Lu Yu’s heart tightened. Just as he was about to retreat, the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of a dark-colored piece of fabric quickly flickering through the crack of Pingkofu’s door, which then closed completely. It seemed Pingkofu was also observing the commotion outside. Lu Yu quickly shut his own door, leaning his back against it, his heart racing. "What will happen tonight? The note said danger comes at night—it wasn’t empty talk." He looked at the only bed in the room, then scanned the empty wardrobe. A thought suddenly struck him: sleeping on the bed was too conspicuous. Lu Yu quickly walked to the bed, arranged the quilt and pillow to resemble a person lying down, pulled the sheet over them, and made it as realistic as possible. Then he crouched, crawled under the bed, curled up, covered his mouth with both hands, and made his breathing as light and slow as possible. In the darkness, only faint sounds occasionally came from the corridor. He kept his eyes open, slowly waiting for sleep to come, but a string of tension remained in his heart.

Lu Yu drifted into a daze in the darkness under the bed. After an unknown amount of time, a dull thud suddenly slammed into his ears, followed by a violent shake of the bed board above his head, as if hit by something heavy. He snapped awake, clamped his mouth shut tightly, held his breath, and listened intently to the sounds outside. After a few seconds, everything returned to silence, as if the loud noise had been an illusion. But before he could relax, a scream laced with sobs came from outside the door—Lucy’s voice—and then the sound of a door crashing open. Lu Yu scrambled out from under the bed, pressed his ear against the door, and only cracked it open after confirming no danger. The white light in the corridor made him squint, and the sight before him made his heart pound.

Lucy was leaning against the wall, sobbing loudly, wearing only a crumpled coat, her inner clothes disheveled, her hair messy. Musk stood bare-chested, a large purple bruise swelling on his back, his face grim. Pingkofu stood opposite them, wrapped in some kind of homemade protective gear, holding a weapon assembled from tools—a wrench combined with a blade—looking both sharp and sturdy. "What’s going on?" Lu Yu pushed the door open and walked out, lowering his voice. Pingkofu spoke first, his tone calm: "We were all attacked just now. I heard noise in the wardrobe, and when I came out, I found them like this." He motioned toward Musk and Lucy. Lucy shook her head, crying, unable to speak clearly. "I-I was sleeping soundly, and suddenly someone rammed the door. I got scared and called Musk." Musk frowned, rubbing the injury on his back. "I heard a noise, got up, and was hit in the back by something. I didn’t see what it was; I only know that when I ran out, the door was open."

Lu Yu looked at Pingkofu. From under the bed, he had already suspected the other man was prepared. "You hid in the wardrobe and weren’t attacked?" Pingkofu nodded slightly, not lowering his weapon. "I reinforced the wardrobe before sleeping. When I heard an unusual sound outside, I didn’t dare come out rashly." Lucy’s sobs quieted a little. Lu Yu and Pingkofu exchanged a glance, as if in tacit understanding. Lu Yu deliberately asked Lucy, "How did Musk end up in your room?" Lucy’s face instantly turned red, and she stammered, unable to answer. Musk also looked a bit awkward, scratching his head. "I thought there might be danger tonight, and Lucy said she wanted me to stay with her to discuss tomorrow’s plans. We didn’t expect something to actually happen." Pingkofu twitched the corner of his mouth, not exposing them, but just looked at the two. "The attacker didn’t show himself and didn’t strike to kill. It felt more like a warning." Lu Yu nodded, recalling the words on the note. He glanced at Pingkofu’s weapon and his own hiding spot under the bed—both had taken precautions in advance, so they escaped injury. He looked at Musk and Lucy and said softly, "It seems Oulai didn’t intend to hurt us. This was just a small test." Pingkofu grunted in agreement, his gaze sweeping across the end of the corridor, as if on alert.