First Player

Later, he understood the reason why she was in so much pain—she had killed someone.

That day, when Agnes pointed the spear at Su Luoluo, the pollution on Su Luoluo exploded. Black light flashed, and Agnes was chopped into black mud. Su Luoluo was confirmed as the devil, and everyone in that era hated her.

With each passing era, the pollution on her body becomes heavier. She killed a lot of people by accident, even if she didn't mean to. But she seems to have changed from a high school girl to a murderer - she is obviously the savior, but she has to bear all the scorn.

Su Ming'an kept thinking that it would be fine if she just endured it for a while longer - she had decided not to run away, and he couldn't help her make the decision.

While doing his own thing, he watched with some despair as the purple train drove forward without looking back, with clouds and mist covering the front.

When will it come to an end? One day, it will fall off the cliff?

She spoke less and less, as if she was losing her humanity.

Once, he passed by her room and found it empty. As if something grabbed his heart, he immediately went to look for her and finally found her in the park. She was sitting in the sun garden, her skirts full of dirt. When he came over, she raised her eyes in confusion.

Seeing Su Ming'an coming, she said "Huh?" like a huh cat.

But this time, Su Mingan couldn't laugh anymore.

"Why did you come here?" Su Mingan knelt down and patted the soil at the corner of her skirt. She shouldn't be running around.

"..." The girl stared at him with her dim purple eyes for a long time, and the blue-green light began to swim in her pupils, like cancer cells in her body.

"I know, it's your rest period now. But remember to make a report before running out, otherwise I will think something went wrong." Su Mingan wiped her hand, but the blue-green traces could not be wiped clean at all, like a deep Deep viral imprint. He smiled bitterly.

He almost saw the clouds and mist so close at hand that the train was about to sink into it.

However, she didn't respond. She didn't show him the familiar smile as usual, nor did she call him Little Yunduo.

She just held his hand, as if she were close to a cat, and her eyelashes were closed, almost touching his pupils.

"You are..." She looked confused:

"who?"

At this moment, the railway track in Su Ming's heart collapsed.

He stared back at her blankly, thinking he heard wrong, until his hearing really confirmed her words - she was asking him, who are you?

……who I am?

He held her hand tightly and brought it to his forehead little by little. The posture at this time is not like a god looking after the believers, but like a believer praying.

At this moment, he looked into her blank eyes. He thought of Yue Yue who was trapped in the red earth and was dying. At that time, she also had such confused eyes and such irreparable loss.

But Su Luoluo couldn't save him without the thirty-three-third-eye miracle.

"...Stop it, Su Luoluo."

He trembled for a while and finally said this.

Stop it.

You have the authority to cause and effect, but this should not be your destiny.

You have nothing to do with my perfect clearance, there is no need.

Su Luoluo blinked his eyes, and his consciousness gradually recovered for a while. She told Su Ming'an a story that she made up herself.

"There was a skilled craftsman who carved a nightingale out of wood. The nightingale came to life and gradually had its own thoughts. But the only pity is that the nightingale is made of wood. Even though it can move, it has no heart."

"It wanted to go to the jungle to live, but found that the jungle had long turned into a steel jungle, and the trees and flowers were gone. It wanted to go home, but unexpectedly saw a beautiful girl. The nightingale likes beautiful things and follows He took the girl back home."

"The girl is good at painting. She likes the nightingale very much. She painted the jungle for the nightingale that it longed to see. She also painted for it the big river, the blue sky, and the blooming flowers..."

"But for some reason, the girl often fainted while clutching her chest. The nightingale heard a word from other humans - 'heart disease'. It didn't know what it was. It asked the girl, and the girl said she had a heart problem. "

"What is the heart? Nightingale doesn't understand."

"The girl said that the heart is a symbol of life and emotion. Only with a heart can human beings laugh freely and cry sadly. The heart is the source of all sensibility and art."

"The nightingale begged the girl. It also wanted a heart. Because it had never experienced the love the girl said. Even when it saw the jungle in the painting, it only felt beautiful and had no other emotions."

"Then the girl drew a heart for the nightingale..."

As Su Mingan listened, Su Luoluo suddenly began to breathe rapidly.

Her condition worsened again. Su Mingan could only send her back.

After the door closed, Su Mingan stood outside the door, the bright blue light dragging his shadow very long.

"Four days...four days..." he told himself.

Don't get too emotionally involved.

You will have to leave sooner or later, and some of your fate has already been decided.

After that, Surolo began to have more and more frequent mental breakdowns. Even though they are very close, she always disappears without warning. Although he was able to find her quickly, he still felt heart palpitations every time. She disappeared more and more often, and he looked for her more and more. They agreed to call this kind of escape and seeking "hide and seek", using game-like terms to describe the cruelty of this action.

But his patience only wore off little by little, and he grew tired. Until Su Luoluo proposed to lock her room.

That's it once and for all.

…What’s the difference between that and a prisoner?

Su Mingan looked at the closed door, and the key in his hand fell to the ground. He actually began to wonder why he had to bear such a burden, let himself watch her slide into the abyss, and lock her with his own hands, just like taking care of an old man with Alzheimer's disease. Obviously their relationship was just a glass of milk at first.

But he quickly concealed his thoughts.

"Dong dong!" There was a sound of banging on the door, followed by her hoarse cry. She was sick again.

"Let me go! Please let me go! Xiaoyun... Lord God! Please let me go! I don't want to go on. I don't want to be sent razors, bullied online, or abused... Please …I want to go to school…I miss my mother…I don’t want to travel through time anymore…”

He could hardly restrain himself from raising his hand, and the key was in his palm - but even the suggestion of locking it was her own.

Everything is her own idea, she is unwilling to give up, she wants to save more people... She is also the one who proposed - [If I want to give up, don't let me escape. 】

…Lock me, shut me down, force me. Don't waste my karmic authority.

This is what she said herself.

He also promised her that if she, a coward, wanted to look back, he would not look back to her. Especially since she is just sick now and she will continue to do it when she wakes up.

He didn't force her, he was just faithfully fulfilling his promise to hold hands with her. So...the key won't fit into the lock, and the closed cell door won't open.

"... Just take a nap. When you wake up, you'll be fine." Su Mingan tightened her fingers and put the key back into the backpack compartment.

"Please...let me go...I'm just a coward...stop scolding me, don't hate me..." The hoarse cry of the girl almost collapsed came from the door. Her condition was very serious, and her throat was about to be damaged. The cry breaks off:

"Su Ming'an...why don't you let me go...let me go..."

Su Mingan gritted his teeth and endured, turned around and left.

…

He had a dream.

I dreamed that he was lying in the sunflowers all over the mountains and rolling around wantonly. The sun shines warmly on his face.

There was wet soil under his feet. He touched it and began to dig downward.

He didn't know what he was trying to dig. There was no logic in the dream, he just wanted to dig deeper.

The soil was pushed to both sides little by little, and he dug out something hard, which was a planetarium star medal. Several honorary stars were engraved on the gold-plated surface, and there was a line of small words "Belongs to Mr. Wang, a dedicated and dedicated citizen of the planetarium." It should have been rubbed with hands over and over again. The edges were stained with blood.

He couldn't remember the story behind this medal, so he continued to dig deeper.

The soil sank a little bit, and he dug out a little rabbit hair rope. He was stunned for a moment, but still couldn't remember the story behind it. Its owner should be far away from him...

The soil was pushed out bit by bit, and more and more things were dug out.

A cross pendant, with the breath of snow.

A lemon candy with colorful paper reflecting the light of seven colors.

A blackbird sculpture with a smooth surface, as if it had been touched many times.

A sunflower, golden and smelling of sunshine.

A tomato, moist and fresh.

A spring cake, even if it is stained with soil, still exudes fragrance.

Like a giant dragon hunting for treasure, Su Mingan kept digging down and dug out various items.

Flute, white bird's body, lotus, ice, ginkgo leaves, curse sparks, red roses, knight's sword, tulips, ruby ​​necklace, quill...

Finally, his fingers paused and he saw a huge thing standing on the soil.

…How did he dig out a piano?

He stared at the piano blankly, and suddenly heard a cry.

"——Lord God!"

This voice is a bit unfamiliar, it should be the voice of the time travellers. They would always call his name in reverence and then turn away. All he could do was pick up the pen and cross out their names over and over again.

He turned his head, expecting to see a group of bright and dazzling smiling faces, and the soldiers would show their most sincere smiles——

However, he only saw graves all over the mountains and plains.

Keys, peace charms, longevity locks, photos, shell bracelets...these things were stacked behind him like raised hills. He stared blankly for a while, the voices calling him were still coming, coming from these "relics".

He suddenly understood why he heard these voices - they died for civilization, and he was the god of civilization, so he should hear their sorrow.

...It turns out there are already so many.

He stopped for a while, starting from the highest name tag, and slowly buried it into the soil. The soil that he had pushed away was buried back bit by bit by him. The laughter of Lou Yue, the whistle of steam, the sigh of the witch, the cry of this world... As the heavy snow gradually falls, it settles into the ground.

The dead cannot see the end of the years and the end of the ark. All they can see is the last yellow sand, the wine and sword on the battlefield, and the bits of soil falling between Su Mingan’s fingers, falling on their non-existent Hair tips.

When Su Mingan buried them, he would occasionally be touched by memories and think of the owner of the relics. So he would whisper to the relic and talk about the short time they spent together. Although these people regard him as a god who cannot be offended, there are sporadic things that touch him.

"..."

"..."

He talked to himself for a long time, talking about the two-god volley in Year 0, the time travel in Year 1, the trial in Year 2, and the thank-you letter event in Year 3...

Until a gust of wind blew.

He buried everything, including the cross, the blackbird... even the piano. While burying the piano, he stared at the sinking soil, and he felt as if he was burying himself.

After stopping for a long time, a small patch of morning sun rose in the distance and the snow stopped.

He heard no more sounds in his ears.

People seem to be sleeping quietly underground at this moment when the sun rises.

…

When he woke up, he saw a sharp blade.

A handsome young man was sitting next to the bed, holding a sharp blade against his neck. The red and blue earrings dangled in the young man's ears, and the blood-red lines shone on the young man's skin.

It's Xue Qixia.

Su Mingan looked at Xue Qixia calmly. He didn't know what player skills Xue Qixia used to break in, or what Xue Qixia wanted to do.

"Player No. 1, I want you to sign a contract with me." Xue Qixia saw Su Ming'an's calmness. He didn't expect that Su Ming'an was still so calm despite the immediate death rule being slapped on his face.

"What kind of contract?" Su Mingan remained calm.

"Mizushima Kawakora came to see you. You definitely want to attack the ancient martial arts family. I can't let you go." Xue Qixia took out a prop: "If you sign this prop and become an unbreakable ally with me, I will let you go." Pass you."

"So this is the reason why you have been targeting me." Su Mingan said: "You are... afraid of being liquidated. You are afraid of death."

Xue Qixia said calmly: "I don't want to be your enemy, but I also don't want to be liquidated because of unwarranted hatred. So, I choose to take the initiative. I just want to live. If you sign, we will pretend that nothing happened."

"You threaten me with game props, so aren't you afraid that I will liquidate you after the game is over?" Su Mingan said.

"I'm offended, I confess." Xue Qixia said: "I don't think you can live until the end of the game. You will either die in the middle or at the end. I can't see the slightest bit of life in your eyes."

He placed the prop in front of Su Mingan.

Su Mingan's eyes squinted.