My Healing Game

Looking at the search page on the phone screen, Han Fei couldn't look away for a long time. He didn't understand why the comedian in front of him would search for such things.

In his opinion, the other party has everything he ever wanted to have. He has become an excellent comedian, has many works loved by people, and lives in a spacious house where he can lie on a comfortable and soft sofa.

The man in room 4094 was Han Fei's ideal self in his previous fantasy, but when he really saw the other person, he found that the other person was not only unhappy, but even reached a very dangerous point.

"Why is this?"

Through brief exchanges, Han Fei can probably see that the comedian is a kind and gentle person. He is holding his child late at night to visit. The other party thinks of all kinds of dark things the first time, but thinks that the child is sick and needs. help.

"He shouldn't live like this, people like this shouldn't live like this!" Han Fei saw his shadow in the comedian, and he repeated these words in his heart, more of not wanting to shake himself. .

The phone on the sofa vibrated suddenly and a new message was received.

Han Fei subconsciously touched the screen, it was a private chat.

Nervous: "Can you contact Yanzu? I sent him a lot of messages and made a lot of phone calls, but he didn't return me."

Nervous: "He deleted all the things in the circle of friends. After I clicked to see it, there was nothing but a blank."

Nervous: "Are you there? Firefly? You have been bubbling less and less recently. Don't scare me!"

The guy called the tendril sent several messages in a row, and the busy comedian in the bedroom heard the vibration, and he hurried out.

Picking up the phone, the young man immediately made a call after reading the message, but no one answered him.

I dialed several times in a row, and there was only a beeping busy tone on the phone, no one connected, and no one hung up, like an invisible black hole.

"Why didn't you answer the phone? Didn't you say it?"

The calm on the young man's face had completely disappeared. Han Fei didn't know who was his on the phone, but he could feel the young man's restlessness.

After opening the group chat, the young man finally received a reply after chatting with a large number of people in private.

After seeing the reply, he stood in the living room, keeping his posture, motionless, his eyes fixed on the screen.

After a long time, he didn't react until Han Fei walked over and saw the content on the phone.

He habitually squeezed a far-fetched smile on his face. He didn't hide the content on the phone, but said with a somewhat lonely expression: "A friend of mine is gone."

"gone?"

The young man glanced at the night sky outside the window: "Go there."

Saying these two sentences seemed to have exhausted his energy, and his already exhausted body sat on the sofa like a worn-out cloth sack.

Lifting the thin quilt, he seemed to be looking for the medicine bottle he had put in the bedroom, and he seemed to be using it to hide his trembling fingers.

The black mobile phone lighted up again, and messages kept coming, and the young man opened those messages in front of Han Fei.

The man appeared to be completely different from the previous one, replying seriously one by one, and finally he clicked on a group chat called Happiness Community, looked at one of the heads that would never light up, and wanted to say something, but But I can't type.

Thoughtful: "@Everyone, it has been determined just now that the youngest child in our group left three hours ago. His account data, as before, will be kept by Yinghuo."

Hahahaha: "Yanzu is gone? Are you sure? Are you sure when you go to the hospital! He is the happiest child in our group. The doctor said before that he is recovering very well! We still have an appointment. Let’s go online for the foreign server players this time!"

Ruyu drinking water: "The child showed me the homework he wrote seriously the day before yesterday. He clearly said he was going to go back to school?"

Looking at the scrolling information on the screen, the young man finally typed a few words.

Firefly: "It's true. I contacted his stepfather, but unfortunately I didn't tell him to reconcile with him until the end. I'm sorry."

Thoughtful: "Why do you apologize? You don't need to apologize to anyone!"

Ruyu drinking water: "We are all very uncomfortable, but don't let our emotions take over. Please pay attention to taking medicine on time. If Yanzu's account is really unwilling to accept his stepfather, then we will follow the rules and hand it to Yinghuo."

Hahahaha I knew in one day: "Thanks for your hard work, Firefly."

An account and password were sent to the young man's mobile phone. He watched the account and posted it for a long time, then turned on the computer and used the child's account to log in to a virtual game on a social platform.

This game is to develop a business style. The boy’s image in the game is tall and strong, and he looks very handsome. His signature is Yanzu’s new Shanghai ancestor. But in reality, he is small and thin. He is often bullied and framed. Not good at communicating with people and dealing with various relationships.

The farm he built has not been taken care of for a long time. The last time he landed was half a year ago.

This game requires a social platform account to log in. It is completely tied to a social account and records various traces left by a person on the Internet. There is a memory screening room, a book of joy, a sad emotion processing station and so on.

Manipulate the villain to walk in the room. The only krypton gold item in Yanzu’s hut is a huge rare-level photo frame. There is a group photo in the frame. There are dozens of people inside. Everyone is a game image, but among them A part of the image has turned gray.

Looking at the group photo, the young man slowly lowered his head and looked away.

When he walked to the young man's side, Han Fei patted him on the back lightly.

The man’s head could no longer be lifted. He supported the table with both hands, suppressing the choking, and said in a calm tone as much as possible: “I met this child in a healing game, in a group chat in that happy community. , And most of them are patients. For various reasons, we got together to cheer and hold on to each other, but many of the avatars never lighted up again."

"Did you build that group?"

"It was given to me by an old man who has passed away. I am now the only manager." The young man is a very good actor~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Controlling emotions is the basic skill of an actor. When he raises his head again , There was not much pain on his face, he tried his best to show a kind of sunshine, even if he was already riddled with holes.

Taking out a note from the locked drawer, the young man turned it slowly. Each page recorded a different account number and password. He turned it slowly. It seemed that this thin page was very heavy.

After finding a blank page, the man carefully recorded the boy's account number and password. He checked it three times and confirmed that it was correct before putting the notebook back in the drawer.

"I really didn't expect that the child would leave before us." The young man stared blankly at the boy's virtual game character. The child's virtual account and all his memories were unclaimed, a living person, and finally Only these are left: "He is obviously the most cheerful and optimistic person in the group. Every day he encourages everyone to post his own good changes in the circle of friends..."

"But optimistic, no matter how far you play, you won't be happy."

Han Fei didn’t understand why he said this sentence. He didn’t even know who he said it to. Maybe he was talking about a boy who had left, maybe he was talking about a young man, maybe he was talking about himself. .