First Player

Chapter 8·"It's okay, it's okay." (Thanks to the leaders of "Li Xianyu and Li Shu")

Su Mingan sat on the table full of exquisite desserts, lowering her eyes and saying nothing.

In front of him is a laptop filled with tributes.

The spirit stood beside him and showed him these hymns. Every hymn is filled with fanaticism, and people seem to be marionettes with their free will tied up.

"They will write eulogies on the Internet, I can see it." The god said: "The oracle can be delivered to thousands of households in one second. Isn't it much faster than the traditional method?"

Su Mingan sighed.

As the times progress, a certain god in Yunshang City still needs to convey the oracle through a stone tablet. But this god only needs to use the Internet, and people can see it by clicking on their mobile phones.

"Have you heard a story?" Su Mingan straightened his expression.

"I am glad to hear it," said the spirit.

"A long, long time ago, a civilization came to an end. Powerful invaders descended on this civilization. The invaders used technology to suppress and profit temptation, causing the people of this civilization to kill each other." Su Mingan said: "At the critical moment, there is a person who stands When he came out, he let eight companions work with him to protect the world."

The god's eyes fluctuated: "Then what? Did they succeed?"

He picked up a strawberry with a fork and handed it to Su Ming'an's mouth. Su Ming'an slapped the strawberry away.

Su Mingan said: "No, they failed."

The god's eyes showed surprise: "I thought you would tell me a success story."

Su Mingan said: "I haven't finished speaking yet."

"Later, that man built an ark. He sent his companions to the ark, and asked them to set sail with the memories of the end of civilization into the depths of the universe to find a new home."

"He knew that even if he sent an ark out, he would only be sending out the embers of civilization. But at least the fire is still there."

"On the Ark, at least there are still people, and they will become civilized strangers. They will cry when they are homesick, laugh when they look forward to the future, they can still breathe, they are still alive, they still have thoughts, and they will …Singing, painting, recording words. They have not yet been reduced to words on a screen or tombstones in the mind of an intruder.”

"Later, civilization was indeed destroyed."

"If the spacecraft wants to find the next planet for survival, it will take a long, long time, measured in thousands of years. So the people on the spacecraft use a tool that allows them to dream, sleep in the hibernation cabin, and think about the past over and over again The civilization of China is nostalgic and attached to it.”

"In their dreams, they returned to the civilization that had not yet been destroyed. They laughed in the spring, fished by the lake, tied straw into hats, made garlands out of flowers, and hung the knots representing blessings on their wrists. The next spring in the whole city.”

"Occasionally when they wake up, they feel lost. Facing the vast, dangerous, lonely and lifeless universe outside the window, facing the cold spaceship with only single-digit life, facing the embers of their hometown, they will embrace each other and give each other The only warmth left, and said in the poet's words: "

"【once,

I dreamed that we were strangers to each other.

After waking up,

I found out that we love each other deeply. ]"

"Civilization is gone. But people are still there. Maybe one day, they can find a new home. Then they can really wake up."

The god was silent for a moment. When he heard "civilization no longer exists", the look in his eyes made Su Mingan feel for a moment that the god was about to cry. But the feeling quickly dissipated.

His voice was hoarse: "I love this story. It makes me feel hopeful."

Su Mingan: "I don't like this story. It makes me feel hopeless."

The contrast in the tone of the two was extremely strong, and there was an unbreakable barrier between them.

God: "Whose story is this, and which part of your journey is it?"

Su Ming'an: "It's no one. It's a story I only tell you, a story that belongs only to you."

There was a strange color in the god's eyes, and his pupils trembled slightly. He should have felt interesting, but there was nothing. All he could sense was the faint sadness in Su Ming'an's tone. He rarely understands human emotions. In His eyes, under the suppression of the impetuousness of the Internet and social involution, humans have become more and more silent, hypocritical, selfish, narrow-minded, settled in a corner, and without any intention of resistance. Don’t care about anything but a stable job and a wedding trailer.

He trained them well.

People who entertain themselves to death are not even interested in tracing history.

The spirit said, "Your story pleases me, so I give you a second choice."

Su Mingan raised his eyes.

This should be equivalent to the reward for reaching a certain favorability value, but it is a pity that gods do not display favorability.

The god said: "As long as you become my archangel, I can postpone the opening of the first tower by one day. I will give you the ability equivalent to the sixth-level Fu Zhuan family, allowing you to freely investigate everything about this world. All countries have I have to make way for you. How about we make a bet as proof?"

Su Mingan was startled.

He heard incredible things.

Originally, the gods forced him to become an archangel without giving him anything. Su Mingan was very disgusted. But the gods are now on the path, and they actually know how to give benefits, and they are very tempting benefits.

What he fears most is not death, but the lack of information.

Information is the most critical thing in the world game. But so far, he's missed out on a lot.

For example, he did not observe the depression medicine in Su Wensheng's room to find out whether it was a special medicine or something else. For example, he did not touch the angel statue in Li Mingyue Church. For example, he had no in-depth contact with Xiao Ying and Chao Yan, and his understanding of them was only superficial.

His time and energy are limited, which determines that he can only focus on one plot line. If he chooses to investigate the Ark Plan, he will no longer have time to investigate Daoya City. But if there are more branch routes and all the plot line information is superimposed, the final success rate will be higher.

If given a full day of investigation, he could solve many mysteries.

"..."

Su Mingan hesitated.

Normally, he would have agreed directly. But this time it was different. The gods had shown methods to prohibit suicide before. He was worried that after making the wrong choice, there would be no chance to look back. Just like the red rose in the seventh world, he was almost trapped in Yunshang City forever.

He was simply walking on a tightrope.

"Su Mingan, what are you worried about?" Chang Ge's clear voice sounded in his mind.

Su Mingan thought of this guy. He was usually very quiet and sensible.

"Su Mingan, you can promise him." Chang Ge said: "If you are afraid of being controlled by him after becoming an archangel, I can help you... commit suicide."

Su Mingan's face was tense.

...suicide? What is Changge saying?

Changge said: "We now know that you are not Su Wensheng himself, so even if you die, perfect clearance will not fail. After all, you should have a lot of TE lines. Moreover, it is you who becomes the archangel of the gods, not I, I am an independent player, I can help you commit suicide at critical moments, and then you can transfer to your clone."

Su Mingan was silent.

What Chang Ge said made sense, but Su Mingan didn't agree with it. The first thing is - he doesn't trust Changge.

He has a hard time trusting someone.

But...Noel.

Su Mingan suddenly thought of Noel. If it were Noel, with just a code word, Noel could take action even if he was controlled.

"How are you thinking?" The god stretched out his hand, as if wanting to pat Su Ming'an on the shoulder.

At this moment, the little fox on Su Mingan's shoulder jumped out and took a fierce bite, almost biting the god's hand.

"Go, go, go! Who allowed you to steal my messenger!" Xiao Ai yelled.

The god frowned, and flew up with a kick, like a shot. Xiao Ai bounced out like a ball, jumping up and down on the ground, jumping four meters high every time, with excellent elasticity.

"How are you thinking?" The god retracted his leg and asked again, as if nothing had happened just now.

Su Mingan glanced at it and looked away.

In the god's expectant eyes, Su Mingan said: "I don't."

"You clearly wanted to agree just now, but now you reject me." The god's face showed clear confusion: "Why? Is it because I kicked it?"

Su Mingan noticed that the god's way of thinking was completely abnormal. The first thing he suspected was the reason why he kicked Xiao Ai.

"Didn't you say you could let me see my future?" Su Mingan said, "Let me see it first."

The god raised his hand: "Close your eyes."

Su Mingan closed his eyes. After waiting for a moment, he didn't hear the voice of the gods, so he asked, "Can you open your eyes?"

no answer.

Su Mingan waited for another moment and opened his eyes.

For a moment, he smelled a moist breath, and he was standing at the zebra crossing, holding an umbrella in his hand. It was raining heavily and people in the city were coming and going, but no one noticed him.

……This is where?

"Ming'an?"

Suddenly, a soft call came from behind.

Su Mingan turned around and saw a girl holding an umbrella. Her black hair was shawl, her eyes were clear, and her appearance was all too familiar to him.

"Yueyue...?" Su Mingan said softly.

"Well, what's wrong with you?"

Yueyue saw the alertness in Su Mingan's eyes.

She pursed her lips. Then, she suddenly threw away the umbrella in her hand and hugged him.

Su Mingan looked at her flying hair in astonishment, and the umbrella in his hand was almost thrown out. She hugged him very tightly now, her lips pressed against his shoulders, and her fingers wrapped around his back.

In the heavy rain, passers-by looked at them strangely. No one recognized Su Mingan, as if he was just an ordinary person.

"Okay, okay..." Her voice was very soft: "It's over... It's okay... The world game is over. Are you still going to get sick recently? What does the psychiatrist say?"

"If you often forget who you are, remember to look in the mirror more often."

"If you really feel pain, take some medicine. Although drug resistance is basically there, there is no other way. We will find a more suitable treatment method..."

"Stabilize yourself...don't look at me with such strange eyes...Ming'an. Have you forgotten who I am again?"

Su Ming'an's back was straight, and the temperature in his arms was hot. His hands stretched out helplessly, not knowing where to put them. Finally, he slowly retracted his hands and gently hugged Yueyue.

He understood at this moment that this was the future that the gods wanted him to see.

——The world game is over, and mankind is at peace. People quickly returned to their daily lives in order.

His own mental state was very poor, and people no longer remembered all his efforts. So, did the gods deliberately create this scene to make him give up saving him?

"Take a sip, come on." Yueyue took out a spray and pointed it at Su Mingan: "Take a sip of this first, and I'll take you to a doctor right away."

She seems to be used to taking care of a mentally ill person who goes crazy at every turn. There was no filial son at the bedside for a long time, and she was not even his blood relative, but she had become accustomed to it, and the habit had become a kind of considerate numbness.

"I'm not sick." Su Mingan pushed away the spray. Maybe he will really have mental illness in the future, but he is mentally healthy now.

Yueyue stared at him silently and silently increased the dosage of the nozzle in her hand.

He looked around, wanting to end the dream. This illusion of the future should not stay for a long time. It is enough for him to see it. There is no need to be immersed in it for a long time.

"God, finish it!" He raised his head and shouted to the sky: "That's it, I'm done reading it!"

There was still the same rain in the sky, and pedestrians looked at him strangely, as if he was a mental patient who had escaped.

Yueyue still looked at him silently.

"God! Did you hear that?" Su Mingan threw down his umbrella. In an instant, the overwhelming rain fell on his head and hit his face. His black hair was wet and stuck to the side of his face, and his whole body sank into the cold. middle.

He was still looking around, trying to see where there was an exit. The heavy rain slid down his clothes, like a crazy man running around.

However, when he lowered his head, he suddenly saw Yueyue's eyes.

...Her silent, sad eyes reflected him, like looking at a seriously ill patient. Her hands were full of colorful medicines, like rainbow candies one by one. Her hands stretched forward, as if she wanted to hug him, but didn't dare, like a polite kiss that was about to end.

This made his eyes sting, as if a sharp ice knife was cutting his pupils.

His fingers trembled uncontrollably, and after a long silence, Su Mingan slowly whispered.

"……Yue Yue."

"Hmm...?" Yueyue looked at him.

"Actually, this kind of scene doesn't make me despair at all..." he said.

There was always a distant calm in her eyes. When she looked at him, the silence in her eyes turned into his reflection.

She reached out and hugged him tentatively. This time, their embrace was not as intense or tense as before, but was extremely gentle, like small animals comforting each other in a heavy rain.

Yueyue patted his back slowly, again and again: "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay..."

He bit his lip and held back the words he couldn't say: "..."

...Actually, this sight doesn't make me despair at all.

Because in my plan,

There is simply no better ending than this.