First Player

"Yes, now it has finally come true. We are in a remote fishing house. After that, we will become free explorers, and no one can tie you down." Xiao Ying said.

"I do not want……"

"So, Su Ming'an." Xiao Ying's eyes flashed. Like a believer thirsting for God. He almost showed his complete darkness, evil, and selfishness in front of the gods, hoping that the gods would agree to his request.

"—Stay in this fishing house."

"Let me leave..."

"——Only in this way can we be free. I don't want you to become a dead nightingale."

"Let me out..."

"——Because once you go out and become a god again, you return to that holy city——"

"no……"

"——You are really no longer free."

"no……"

"——Promise me, okay?"

"..."

"——Only Duiying can give me what I want, so I agreed to Duiying. I can't let you turn back into a god. If you insist on going back, we will have to meet with swords."

"..."

"——Promise me, okay? You can obviously pity Su Luoluo and search for her again and again. Then you can have mercy on me, just this time."

"..."

"——Su Mingan..."

"..."

"--Please."

…

"……no."

…

This was the last conversation between them.

Even if only his instincts remained, Su Mingan never let go.

Xiao Ying's knife trembled for a long time, and finally fell down, stabbing Su Ming'an in the neck. Unfortunately, Chaoyan suddenly appeared and choked his blade. He hesitated too long and made his decision too late. These few seconds of hesitation had completely different results.

Xiao Ying ran away.

In the seventh year of Tianshi, Su Mingan gradually recovered his mental state. After Xiao Cheng leaked the secret, he learned about Chaoyan's lifespan.

On the rooftop, he and Chaoyan looked at each other several meters apart.

"Why." Su Mingan said.

He couldn't believe it... Why would your lifespan come to an end?

"I want to leave the power of life to you. I am very skilled in it. Even though it will be weakened after separation, it will be useful to you." Chaoyan replied calmly.

"I need you, Chaoyan." Su Mingan said.

"I'm not the protagonist in your story, and you have a longer way to go. We should at least give you something in return." Chaoyan said, "The one named Yueyue doesn't have much life left in her soul. She has the right to life." You can give it to her. As your anchor, she can stay with you longer, right?"

Su Mingan's pupils suddenly narrowed.

——He has actually been avoiding this issue intentionally. Same goes for Yue Yue.

They learned long ago that the soul has a limited lifespan. Yueyue has lived for so many lives, and this life is extremely long, possibly as long as a thousand years. Her lifespan... turns out to be coming to an end soon.

He remembered that she rarely saw him recently, mostly staying in the old palace to rest. She seemed very silent throughout the old world.

But why...must...

As if the castle in his heart collapsed, he remained motionless and unable to speak any words for a moment.

——Ask him how to agree or reject Chao Yan. How could he weigh the lives of these two men?

——Even if he asked Yueyue for her opinion, she would definitely prefer not to take Chaoyan's life. Just like Chaoyan at this time, she also tends to save Yueyue's life.

The bright red tram pole appeared in his hand again, and he stood silently beside the railway track. The wind from the train blew his black hair, and a harsh whistle sounded in his ears. In a daze, he himself was tied to the railway track, watching the heavy mountain train rolling towards him little by little, and the cold wind stung him.

He once again thought of his initial answer to Chaoyan.

[I want to... block in front of the train myself. This way no one on either side will die. 】

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"...But it's not the end yet," he whispered.

Chaoyan opened his eyes slightly.

"It's not the end yet... isn't it." He said: "Akto's soul has a life span of thousands of years. No matter how short Yueyue's soul life is, it can still survive at least one or two copies. When the time comes, I We will find a way to keep her alive forever. Even if the time flow of future copies is longer...this is a problem we will have to face sooner or later."

Chaoyan sighed.

She thought again that this was really something unique to him, a bit innocent and rare...idealism. Nothing has changed in the past five years, and it won’t change no matter how you teach me.

She took a few steps closer, held his face, and pinched his cheeks.

This action didn't have any special meaning, as if it was just something she did subconsciously. It's like an elder treating an immature child.

"I know you can't make up your mind." She said, "Okay, I'll try my best to live for a while, and in the end, let's have a good chat."

Her eyes were like a pair of green emeralds.

Su Mingan once thought that this was something eternal, just like her years. The power of life brought about immortality that others envied, but she gave it up easily.

"I have no relatives, no close friends, no lovers, no bonds, and no hatred." She pressed her forehead against his, which represented blessing. Eyelashes gently brushed the outer edge of his pupils: "I have nothing in my dull life. Therefore, I want to die as soon as possible and be reincarnated in the future, so that I can at least have some bonds... Just like Alice, she has a very good person. The detective who dotes on her, even if such a life is difficult, at least it is happy."

"Immortality is just a kind of torture to me. I can't keep anything. No matter how young a child is, it will turn into loess in front of my eyes. The last person in the world who is related to me by blood has long since died."

"But for you, I can endure this torture."

"Su Ming'an. You have never known my real name. If I let you know, I'm afraid you would be surprised. So, it is better to keep this expectation."

"When I am about to die, I will tell you secretly."

"Feel free to take me if you need to."

"By the way, I almost forgot one thing..." She thought of something and suddenly stared into his eyes, as if she was deliberately angry about something.

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[NPC (Chaoyan) favorability: 100-2! 】

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She slowly moved her forehead away and smiled:

"alright."

"This way... it will be foolproof."

…

That night, Su Mingan stood on the bell tower and looked at the dazzling array of relics for a long time.

He didn't go to Chaoyan, nor Yueyue, nor Su Luoluo, who was on the verge of collapse. The three of them were almost hanging on the line of death, but he could never get on the railroad track.

He didn't know who else he could save, and saving almost became his instinct. The heavy snow dyed his hair white. He casually looked down and saw Yue Yue sitting on the tower.

She also looked quietly at the rolling white mountains in the distance, her black hair turning white.

He closed his eyes.

...There is a pain in my heart that cannot be eliminated by any action.

…

Since then, Chaoyan's decline has not stopped. He knocked on the door, but there was no sound in the room for a long time. When he unlocked the door with the key, he found her lying on the bed, barely able to get up, like an old man in his twilight years.

As for Su Luoluo, he hasn't seen it for a long time. After all, he locked her up with his own hands, and her madness lasted longer and longer. As time passed, he stopped going, lest she become more internally consumed.

This is just a microcosm condensed into two people. There are thousands of such desperate situations in the Millennium Plan, but he can't see them.

In the 10th year of Tiansheng, Su Mingan heard that Su Luoluo could hardly remember anything, and his sanity had been almost completely eroded.

When he entered the room wearing protective clothing, Surolo was sitting on a chair, his hands and feet were tightly locked by iron chains, like a monster, his skin was almost covered with a blue-green sheen, and his eyes were blank.

——But even the chains were locked by herself.

During the few moments she was awake, she locked herself up to prevent her from going crazy and harming others.

...She is still like this.

There's not much a coward can do, but before she chickens out, she locks herself.

Su Ming'an's consciousness fell into a trance. He looked at her on the chair and suddenly had a vision of the dragon locked tightly in the basement.

Their figures seemed to overlap completely at this moment.

He became Dr. Su in Daoyacheng, and she became the alien beast in the basement.

...It turns out that they have reached the point of no return.

"Su Luoluo, if you want to give up, just speak up." Su Mingan stood in front of her, and he could still feel the pollution on her body even though he was one meter away.

She raised her head, her eyes were dark red.

Her first words were -

"Little Yunduo...is dead, right?"

Su Mingan's pupils narrowed.

——She seemed to mistake him for the military that captured her, and didn't recognize him as Xiao Yunduo. Her cognition now seems to be completely confused.

"I'm Xiao Yunduo, Su Luoluo." Su Mingan took a few steps closer and wanted to touch her shoulder, but she showed a grinning expression of resistance, like a cat with fried hair, refusing to let him touch her.

"You...you let me see him, okay? Please...if it's him, he will definitely let me out. I don't want to continue..." She screamed hoarsely, crying while pleading: "Let me see him. Xiao Yunduo, please, he will definitely let me go..."

"I'm sorry, I'm lying, I'm just a coward... I don't know if my causal power is strong enough, and whether it can completely construct the Dream Patrol game... I don't want this power anymore, I don't want it anymore..."

She could no longer hear the sound.

"We still want to see...the sunset..." She said intermittently: "Little Yunduo...save me..."

This is her only good memory, as if all her obsessions are tied to this.

The blood flowed from her struggle, stained with blue-green color, as if the cancer cells had penetrated into every drop of her blood.

His fingers trembled, almost wanting to force her to save her and make her stop constructing cause and effect, but he remembered their promise from the beginning.

…

【"Don't let me escape."】

…

The more painful she was, the more confused he became - like two threads strangling his neck tightly. The more he pulled, the more pain she felt.

"Yeah." He responded softly. Looking at her crazy appearance, it was almost unrecognizable that she was that young and beautiful girl. I miss Xiao Yunduo so much that I even look crazy...

He closed his eyes and almost forgot what he was talking about——

…

"...Little Yunduo was killed by me."

…

Su Mingan was finally shaken.

He wanted to turn around and leave, but suddenly... maybe she really wanted to give up, rather than going crazy. Because it was difficult for him to discern her mental state, maybe she was really tired.

He unchained her and fed her a large amount of his own blood. When she regained consciousness, she stared at him in confusion until she confirmed what he had done.

"...You woke me up," she repeated.

"Um."

"I finally... gathered all the malice on myself, and you... drove them away," she said.

There was a look of collapse on her face.

Then he suddenly realized...it turned out that she had never wavered. He was the first to waver.

He thought she was asking for help, but she wasn't. He broke his promise first.

Su Luoluo collapsed.

This time it was a real breakdown. She couldn't bear the pain of wasting all her efforts. Although she was saved, she was greeted by a void of despair. Her body was in dire straits, but she had done nothing.

The string of reason broke instantly, and she rushed out like a madman, with no life in her eyes. He didn't know where she was going, maybe the cliff, maybe the sea.

The only thing keeping her alive now is obsession. If he takes it away, she will die.

...They have done so much just for the future a thousand years from now.

but,

…where is the future?

Su Mingan walked to the rooftop alone. He wanted to commit suicide and "take a rest." Even he could hardly hold on any longer, and he could think of the most testing way...

The pouring rain wet his hair. He looked at the lights of thousands of houses downstairs and took a step towards the rooftop. His eyes were filled with the loneliness of a quiet night.

"..."

A red umbrella was held above his head.

"Where are you going?" Noel held up the umbrella.

"An ideal country." Su Mingan said.

"Are you too tired?"

"Um."

"Today is the Peace Festival, do you want to eat peace fruit?"

"Need not."

"There are still three days, hold on."

"Um."

"Want an umbrella?"

"No."

A strange scene occurred to the audience. On the rooftop, Noel watched helplessly as Su Mingan walked to the edge of the rooftop without stopping his "suicide". Instead, he quietly stood there with an umbrella, took off his top hat, bowed and saluted, like calmly seeing off a traveler heading to a foreign country.

"Best wishes," he said softly.

Black dots fall in the rain,

Like a fallen black crow, laughter came out, as free as the wind.

Passing by the red and green festive lights, it is inconspicuous.

Lu Shu and Lu Meng, who were discussing downstairs, turned their heads and saw the body smashed into the puddle, with blood splattered all over the shoe. They stared almost blankly, their minds blank, and it took a moment to recognize the smile on the fleshy face.

The blood was smeared on his body, like a pair of wings spread out on his back.

On the high building, Noel threw down his red umbrella, like saying goodbye to a nightingale flying towards the distant jungle.