First Player

Chapter 3 · "Hello, Su Wensheng." (Thanks to the leader of "Guyun Cross Strait" alliance)

Ying opened the door and saw a flower tree standing under the room.

The walls are covered with pale roses, and even the wooden stairs are accompanied by green vines. There are ink paintings hanging on the walls, as if a woman had stood here, adding strokes of appropriate shades one by one. She will show a bright smile, and she will also carefully cultivate beautiful flowers and trees, and her life will be romantic and full of sentiment.

——But Ying only felt cold inside.

As Su Wensheng's mother, Su Lixian almost did not appear in Su Wensheng's life. Even when Su Wensheng was locked up, she didn't show up.

She is the most famous occultist. But she didn't care at all what happened to Su Wensheng. They even plant flowers and paint here in a very emotional way.

Ying's fists clenched. The more he observed the warmth of this building, the more he felt Su Wensheng's helplessness.

[——Why don’t I have a mother? 】

[——Why doesn’t she care about me? Why does she never call me? Is there something I did wrong? 】

【--why why……】

Ying searched the building for a long time but found no valuable clues. However, there was a beautiful harp in Zurich's room.

Bivis said: "Ms. Zurichen likes to play the harp, and this is her favorite harp. We all think that if she had not been immersed in the occult, maybe she would have become an extremely good harp player."

Ying touched the gorgeous carvings of the string harp, his eyes cold.

Bivis said: "The paintings downstairs are paintings jointly created by Ms. Zu Lixian and Ms. Lin Yuzi. They are companions."

Ying said: "Lin Yuzi?"

Bivis said: "Even Yi Zhongyu's mother passed away several years ago."

Ying sneered: "Su Lixian is really popular. The Yi family is not an ordinary family. She can actually become good friends with Yi Zhongyu's mother."

Beavis smiled slightly: "Ms. Zurich is the most famous occultist. If she had not committed a major crime, she would still have a place in the world today. She is such a dazzling person."

Ying wondered in a daze, is there a possibility that Su Ming'an's mother will be as dazzling as Su Lixian?

Ying carried the camera and pointed it at Beavis: "You can leave, I want to check the computer in her room."

Beavis' face was stiff: "I don't have to leave, I can guide you..."

The camera shot up in an instant, almost covering Beavis's entire face, and Beavis stepped back with a livid face.

"No guidance is needed, I'm going to check her computer, hurry up, hurry up!" The image drove the pigs in the pigsty and drove Beavis out of the room.

With a "bang", the door closed. Beavis clenched his fists so hard that his nails bled.

…

Ying turned on the computer in the room, but there were only some insignificant occult records. He felt irritated - as expected, the coalition government had already looted everything.

Just as he was looking around, a halo of light in the corner swept across his body, as if verifying his irises, and then an electronic mechanical sound sounded:

…

[Welcome back, Ms. Su Lixian. 】

[Please enter password:? 】

…

"Huh?" Ying narrowed his eyes.

——Is this a backup plan left behind by Su Lixian?

This is a mechanism that only appears when authenticating iris, and it really made him find something new. But why did his irises pass the authentication?

"Password?" Ying didn't know what password Su Wensheng's mother would set, so she casually said: "6666?"

…

[Wrong password, please try again. (There are four remaining times. When all the times are used up, the information will be destroyed.)]

…

"Hey, hey, hey, there are only four chances." Ying raised his eyebrows: "Let me think about it... Su Wensheng's birthday... Forget it, such a heartless mother will definitely not use this as a password..."

He thought for a moment, then gave up.

Give the problem directly to the main body, and it will be messed up beautifully.

"Ontology, there is a password here, please see what you should enter..."

…

Su Mingan sat on the railing of the bridge, his black hair blown by the long wind at night.

Wang Mingming, Han Han and Shang Qi were sitting next to him. It was vacation time now, and they chose to look at the scenery and play cards.

"Hey, Su Xiaobai, don't you come to play?" Wang Mingming shouted.

Su Mingan shook his head, his legs hanging on the railings of the long bridge, with the endless wide river below.

Su Mingan whispered: "Try 0528."

0528 is Zurich's birthday.

…

[Wrong password, please try again. (The remaining times are three times)]

…

"7 An said.

Lab coding for 7.

…

[Wrong password, please try again. (The remaining times are twice)]

…

"Wait, I'll think of a way." Su Mingan rubbed his temples.

"Okay, then I'll give up now." Ying said.

Breathing the moist air, Su Mingan squinted his eyes and looked at the gradually drooping glow in the distance.

At this moment, a flash of light flashed through Su Mingan's mind like thunder and lightning. His body trembled and he suddenly said:

"Try 3030!"

Shadow frowned and entered "3030".

…

[Password is correct. 】

…

Ying looked at the electronic screen that suddenly unfolded in front of him in surprise. After the password was correct, there was only one file inside: [Recording.mp3].

Click to play the movie.

The clear voice of the young man came:

"Hello."

Ying was shocked - this was Su Wensheng's voice! This recording turned out to be made by Su Wensheng.

Ying said: "Noumenon, I'm playing the recording here, please listen carefully."

Su Mingan sat on the railing and listened carefully with the help of common senses.

Su Wensheng’s recording said:

"If you can hear this recording, you must be Su Wensheng."

"You have to remember what I say next."

"You must be wondering why you often lose your memory. Because you carry the wishes of too many people, and this emotion lasts for thousands of years. If you always keep their emotions in mind, you will be swallowed up by endless emotions. Therefore, I will often hypnotize you to make you forget these deep feelings. But at the same time, I will leave some clues to support your pursuit of past memories."

Su Wensheng spoke calmly, and you could hear his trembling:

"Now, you should have investigated the Ark Project, and you found that there is a rebirth plan hidden behind it. I will tell you directly what the rebirth plan is, so that you don't have to investigate again - the 'rebirth plan' is to cover up history and completely destroy mankind. Forget the past and let their eyes be limited to the last few years.”

"As long as human history is erased, humans will no longer resonate with the art and emotions of the past. When you try to become a god, humans have lost the foundation of their faith. The gods can rule them permanently, and humans can never stand up again. .”

"I guess you should already know the importance of becoming a god at this time."

"You should also have investigated some mythological stories - thousands of years ago, the old gods used to protect humans. However, the gods usurped the old gods' throne and showed no mercy to humans, making the world oppressive and cold."

"I can tell you without hesitation. The old god who disappeared a thousand years ago can be said to be...you."

Hearing these words, Su Ming'an was shocked.

He looked at the white tentacle that slowly protruded from his back and pressed it back.

"Today's gods, His feelings for you..." Su Wensheng's tone hesitated a little: "It's very contradictory."

"I guess He even made remarks like 'I like you very much'. He will occasionally be reluctant to let you die, but He will not show mercy when necessary."

"besides……"

At this point, Su Wensheng's tone began to sound painful. For a moment, the only sound in the recording was his low breathing.

Su Mingan listened quietly, only the moist wind on the bridge blew by his ears.

"me……"

The pain in his voice became a thread, and Su Wensheng coughed.

"Damn, the emotions of countless people...are here again..."

"This recording... comes here first... I have to... erase my memory first. Su Wensheng, if you hear this, most of your memory must have awakened. Remember that recording in time can awaken the next period's memories. My own recording...that’s it, it’s over now.”

With a "click", the recording was hung up, and the bridge was silent.

Su Ming'an looked at the rolling river, and his heart was filled with shock.

Every once in a while, in order to prevent being engulfed by countless emotions, Su Wensheng must erase his memory, then record a recording that can awaken his memory, and pass on his memory piece by piece.

Erased, awakened, erased, awakened, erased, awakened again.

Remember, forget, remember again, forget again.

Constantly rising and falling in emotions, constantly stitching myself together in memories, constantly piecing together the fragments into a complete self, again and again.

Su Mingan is not Su Wensheng himself, and his memory was not awakened by this recording. But he has already obtained a lot of information - for example, he himself is the old god. The gods of today have usurped his throne.

"Su Xiaobai, don't be sad. We will definitely be able to recover history." When Han Han saw Su Ming'an lowering his head, he thought he was sad for not saving Grandma Lin.

Su Mingan turned his head and gave a relieved look in return.

——And at this moment.

"——Your courage is commendable. With the four of you?"

At the end of the bridge, a man dressed in pure white came forward. The rays of light hang down on the shoulders, as if gathering brilliance.

In an instant, Han Han's face turned pale and his voice got stuck in his throat. Wang Mingming and Shang Qi next to them were so frightened that their legs and feet became weak and they collapsed on the ground.

They have seen sculptures similar to that man countless times in churches, auditoriums and other sacred occasions. Every inch is perfect, which makes people feel a high sense of faith. People chanted loudly and knelt down, accompanied by sacred music, silks and flowers.

——But they never imagined that they would see it in reality.

The man with the radiance all over his body walked slowly towards here. The vehicles on the bridge stopped for a second. The expressions on people's faces also froze at this moment. Their hair, fabrics, and breathing were all still. .

Only Su Ming'an was sitting on the railing, her black hair fluttering in the wind, like the only long river flowing in time.

"God." Su Mingan said.

Their bet wasn't over yet, so why did the gods come to see him?

Ridicule, cooperate, suppress, or... break the contract?

The whole body of the god is pure white, and his eyes are very light.

He stood still in front of him and looked at Su Ming'an's eyes carefully, as if there was something bright in them.

"If I have something to ask you, come with me." The god spoke, his voice like the escaping wind.

"I have something to do for the time being." Su Mingan said.

Wang Mingming and others looked pale with fright when they saw Su Ming'an being so contradictory.

...What can you do that is more important than the command of the gods? It's almost life-threatening.

The god's eyebrows frowned, and the heavy pressure made others unable to stand upright. He was already a little unhappy, and his tone became low: "What's the matter?"

Su Mingan said:

"Go to the grave and lay three bouquets of flowers."