First Player

Chapter 7 · "Please let me go to my utopia."

She looked at the thousands of comments and was a little moved, a little sad, and even scared. It seems that what is in front of us is not the Internet, but a tsunami composed of tens of millions of people.

If she was slandered or stigmatized, would these people still love her so much?

"Dong dong." There was a knock on the door.

"Please come in." Su Luoluo said.

Lu Shu, who was wearing a sweatshirt and suit trousers, walked in with slippers on and a box of medicine in his hand.

"Su Ming'an asked me to go to the hospital to buy new medicine. He said you shouldn't take the medicine you took before." Lu Shu said, "He won't be able to come back in the next few days. I'm responsible for staying here."

Su Luoluo showed a forced smile, which was uglier than crying: "Well, thank him, and thank you too."

Lu Shu stood at the door and was silent for a while: "If you don't want to laugh, don't laugh."

He could understand this feeling. When he was very young, he was forced to smile at a smile that he was not good at and greet his relatives who had their own hidden agendas. That feeling is worse than eating garbage.

"Is Xiao Yunduo really not coming back?" Su Luoluo asked.

In the morning, she sent him to take the college entrance examination, but in the afternoon, she suddenly received the news that "Su Wensheng is a foreign species." As if in an instant, he went from a rising star to a wanted criminal, just because of his status as a "alien".

"He... probably won't be able to come back in a short time." Lu Shu said, "This is equivalent to the Novice Village. It is no longer the map where he wants to go... Do you understand this?"

Su Luoluo was stunned: "What you mean is that the plot of the map 'Daoya City' is over, and he is going to fly to higher and further places. I am like the initial NPC of a novice village, right?" ?”

Lu Shu didn't expect Su Luoluo to see things so clearly: "It won't be that bad. Look, he will even buy you medicine."

Su Luoluo took the pill box: "I understand."

Lu Shu closed the door and left.

In the dark room, Su Luoluo opened the pill box and looked at his anchor homepage.

She knew that Xiao Yunduo was very good, so good that it was touching. He advanced her mother's medical bills and let her live in his house. The bad thing is her, she always feels confused about her own disparity and powerlessness.

The number of fans has exceeded 800,000, and she has vaguely entered the upper-middle class anchor level. Many people expressed their love for her. But those who had objections to No. 1 Meng Xunjia did not dare to accuse No. 1 Meng Xunjia, so they vented their anger on her.

Su Mingan, who managed the comments, left, and Su Luoluo had to face these negative remarks head-on. This was her job.

"Click" Su Luoluo bit the pill, but she didn't feel peaceful. The black and white words on the screen were all familiar to her, but together they looked sinister and unfamiliar.

[Ruoli: With 800,000 fans in just four days, she will definitely become a terrifying anchor. 】

[Rebellion: I always feel that her eyes are world-weary. Am I the only one who thinks so? 】

[Crazy: This anchor’s eyes are almost glued to the No. 1 Dream Patroller. He has likes and dislikes. He is probably very good at playing offline. 】

[Zixu: The editing level of the video is just like that. I can’t see why it’s so popular. The rankings are all fake. 】

[Bingfengzhi: "Miss Demon King" is such a good middle-class character. Does she really think she is the hero of the world? Good mouth area, a person's self-absorption. 】

[Monotonous point: People living in the spiritual world are like this. 】

…

She clicked on her homepage and was greeted by words calling her a bitch.

Clicking on her private message, she was greeted by someone asking how much she paid for the night.

Clicking on her feed, the comments were full of comments about her face and figure.

…This medicine doesn’t seem to be working well.

The vision was still fading, and everything seemed to be covered in a gray haze.

She opened the drawer and took out a box of bright red pills. This is a psychotropic drug with stronger side effects. It was given to her by one of her anchor friends, Lu. It is called Rose Blood. It is said that it is a drug that has only become popular recently, and its efficacy is also very good. More sufficient.

"Click", "click".

The clicking sound of the mouse and the crunching sound of pills sounded at the same time. The girl's pale face reflected the white light of the computer screen, like a dying body. She swallowed the rose blood, one pill after another.

Gradually, she felt that her vision became sticky, and everything around her seemed to be floating. Computers, tables and chairs, beds, paintings on the walls, the plane trees outside the window, the distant moon... They are like angels, laughing and dancing around her, singing songs of freedom and happiness. All the scenes are beautiful and beautiful. dream.

...Ah, the feeling of happiness.

His heartbeat was accelerating, his blood was flowing rapidly, and his whole body was so cold that he was trembling.

Under the influence of the drug, she felt everything became peaceful and beautiful. The comments that called her a bitch disappeared. They turned into elves singing and dancing around her, praising her loudly.

Miss Demon King—Miss Demon King!

You are so cute - you are so cute - you are so cute - you are so cute - you are so cute -

Across the Internet screen, she seemed to see a white cat, a ragdoll cat with big eyes, like two sapphires. It was looking at her with pity. Her pale appearance was clearly reflected in its eyes, reflecting her poverty and monotony, as if it was sympathizing with her.

She reached out and tried to touch it, but the cat jumped away. A cat is a free creature. It can jump from a ten-meter-high building and run away into the distance. She cannot.

"--ah."

She spoke softly.

The pulse beats beat by beat, so active and fascinating. Her breathing became more and more rapid, and she gradually couldn't tell whether this was a side effect of the medicine or her own happiness.

Pink hair, purple eyes, a beautiful devil lady.

Miss Demon King surrounded by everyone, Miss Demon King on the computer screen, Miss Demon King who is omnipotent.

She saw a colorful long bridge appearing outside the window, and the holy voice of an angel came from the other side, as if she could get true happiness if she stepped over it.

It was as if I heard the song of my own soul, which finally broke through my heavy and boring body, just like the last leaf of the sycamore tree, like the flying wind. She even felt that she was being watched by gods.

Eyes don’t need to see, ears don’t need to hear. But when they break through all the five senses and fall into madness, maybe humans can see gods.

Are gods watching her?

She stepped towards the window and suddenly heard a harsh male voice:

"——Stop! Wake up!!"

A hand tightly hugged her arm. She tried her best but couldn't break free. The beautiful colorful hands were getting further and further away from her.

Growing up, working, working overtime, socializing, entertaining, starting a family and starting a business.

I was insulted, accused, made assumptions, called a chicken, and had my face and body commented on.

These repulsive things instantly poured back into her mind like a mudslide. She finally returned to reality from the hallucination caused by the drug and saw the young man holding her arm tightly.

"...Su Luoluo."

Lu Shu didn't expect that this seemingly optimistic and cheerful girl would have such a painful side. If he hadn't heard the table and chairs collapsing, entered the room and grabbed her, she might have jumped off the building in a mental hallucination.

He remembered his previous self. He also suffered from mental illness, but after meeting Su Mingan, he gradually recovered.

"Don't take this kind of illegal medicine. The side effects are too severe." Lu Shu glanced at the red medicine box on the table, didn't recognize what it was, and threw it into the trash can.

Su Luoluo stared at the pill box in the trash can. She seemed to curl her lips and twitch.

"But. I saw a rainbow in the medicine."

Lu Shu held her trembling shoulders and whispered, "Don't do this."

Through her misty eyes - he seemed to see his past self. Many people he knew had lived in pain in the past, and it was the World Game that changed the trajectory of their destiny.

destiny.

Lu Shu tightened his fingers: "That's not a rainbow, it's poison. Don't give in to negative emotions. The future will be better, it will be."

With Su Wensheng... no, with Su Ming'an. No matter how gloomy your life was before, you will become lucky. No matter how great the malice is when you face it, there will be a hand reaching out to you through the black fog, just like the sunlight slanting through the cracks. That person would rather sink himself than to save you.

So Lu Shu believed that as long as he kept going - there would be a daylight. All he has to do is help that person.

Su Luoluo's shoulders shrugged slightly. She seemed to want to talk about something, but it was blocked in her throat. She pursed her lips, swallowed all the pain into her stomach again, covered her cheeks, and cried loudly.

Lu Shu left the room after confirming that she was fine.

Tired of crying, Su Luoluo lay down in front of the computer, fell asleep, and had a dream.

She dreamed that she appeared in a very distant place - where the color of the sky was like blood and the black mist lingered. In the dream, she laughed and faced everyone's swords. People looked at her in fear, as if she were some kind of monster.

"Witch - witch - witch!!" People roared, treating her as an enemy.

The blood-red flag was flying, and she was carrying a person behind her. She walked forward as hard as she could in the mud, leaving bloody footprints one step at a time.

"Kill the witch!" In the next moment, thousands of people's swords stabbed at her.

"Didi-di-di-di-di-di-!"

Su Luoluo was awakened by the alarm clock. She raised her head and looked at the clock and found that she slept until eleven o'clock in the evening. When it was time for her to start the live broadcast, she could no longer sleep.

"What a strange dream. It couldn't be a prophetic dream." She said to herself and washed her face: "Okay, don't worry about the weird dreams...you have to work."

At this time, she glanced at her mailbox, and there was an additional message in her mailbox, which was an email from the military and the coalition government: [The coalition government invites all Dream Tourists with more than 500,000 fans, on February 8 Head to the ruins at 0 o'clock! 】

Surolo responded to the email stating that he was willing to participate.

After replying to the email, she adjusted her expression in the mirror and put on a cheerful smile that belonged to Miss Demon King.

——As long as I put on the coat of the Internet, I will become your spiritual place.

Wiping away the tears on his face, he put on his Dream Patrol helmet.

——People who are tortured by negative emotions, don’t be sad or sad.

Pressing the dream patrol switch, adjusting his mental state, Su Luoluo slowly closed his eyes.

——Miss Demon King is here.

…

Alice took Su Mingan to the church.

In the quiet church, the kerosene lamp exudes a warm glow. A large cream cake is placed on the table. There are fourteen candles on the left side of the cake and nineteen candles on the right side.

Several young people stood here, spraying out the fireworks in their hands. The ribbons covered Alice and Su Mingan.

"Happy fourteenth birthday! Alice!" they shouted, giving Alice gifts.

"Thank you." Alice smiled.

Watching Alice receiving gifts one after another, Su Mingan felt like "the child has grown up." During his absence, Alice met many wonderful people.

Alice is a good child and these people are her good friends. Maybe they will really have a relationship beyond friendship in the future, but this is their freedom.

——He is just a player, he cannot accompany her for the rest of her life. She will meet more and better people in the future, she will definitely.

Su Ming'an looked at the smile on her face, and the reflection of the light flickered in her purple eyes, pure and beautiful.

"——And the detective here!"

At this moment, several people turned their heads at the same time and looked at Su Ming'an.

"Huh?" Su Mingan was stunned. He didn't expect these people to suddenly call him.

Suddenly, he saw the birthday cake on the table - fourteen candles on the left and nineteen candles on the right. He originally thought it was because there were too many candles, but now he suddenly realized that the fourteen candles on the left represented Alice's birthday, and the nineteen candles on the right - referred to himself.

Today is December 31st, the last day of the year. It is not only Alice's birthday, but also his birthday. I don’t know which player informed Alice of this information. Although his real birthday has passed, it is still considered his birthday in the game's date.

"Happy birthday, Mr. Detective." Alice approached him, raised her head, and clasped her hands behind her back, not knowing what she was hiding.