My Iyashikei Game

"If you can live, it's better not to think about dying."

A horror movie actor and a comedian actor stand face to face, looking at themselves in each other's eyes.

Although their futures are different, the paths they choose are somewhat similar.

A living person became the manager of the deep world, and a body that dragged the sick became the support of the patient group. They both stood in their respective dark nights and turned into a firefly under that night sky.

"I will live well." The young man still had that smile on his face: "My acting is very good, and you are the first person to know my secret."

He manipulated the game account left by Yanzu, and looked at the messages and pictures left by the child. These are proofs of his existence.

"You should have a lot of accounts like this, right? Don't you feel very tired of guarding them all the time? Maybe one day you won't be able to hold it." Han Fei moved a chair and sat next to the young man. He could detect the man The state is very bad, the pain in the other party's heart cannot be resolved, and every time new pain arises, they are forcibly suppressed in the bottom of my heart.

"My disease is like this. Normal people can feel happiness and despair, but I can't feel anything. The surroundings are desolate, very stuffy and stuffy. Nothing can be passed out, and things outside can't get in at all." Young The man didn't lift his head, and continued to look at the life of the deceased boy: "I didn't even have the idea of ​​telling others about this before, but for some reason, you made me feel very relaxed, as if... only you can understand this world. my voice."

"Has a 52-hertz whale met another 52-hertz whale?" Han Fei knew the truth. It was just his soul talking to himself. On the other hand, it was a tragic fact.

"Yes, although we met for the first time, you made me feel lucky for the first time. It seems that I have been holding on to this day just to wait for you." The man looked at the boy's memory and was silent for a long time. He spoke again: "Can you grant me a small request?"

"Will you keep a secret?"

"No." The man's empty eyes regained focus: "I will try my best to be the last avatar in the group chat, but like you said just now, if I suddenly can't hold on one night... "

The young man's heart was extremely depressed. He showed all the things that could create laughter to the audience, and left all the pain alone. During the process of communicating with Han Fei, he started to speak intermittently, and his fingers were shaking slightly. , seems to feel very cold, very cold.

"I hope that you can take over the Yinghuo account at that time, take care of the traces of their existence on my behalf, and guide new people who join the group chat."

"Did the old man who asked you to manage before also say the same?"

"Well, the night has no boundaries. Even if the world doesn't exist, the night will still exist. Compared with this night, we are small and fragile like a little firefly. We can't compare to the night sky, and we can't illuminate anyone. But we can choose our own way of living and not let ourselves blend into the dark night." Young men actually understand the right things and the truth of the world, but understanding and healing themselves are two completely different things. This comedian has worked hard.

Compared with other patients in the group chat, the young man was very lucky. He met Han Fei that night, a person who could fully understand him and resonate with his soul.

After saying that, the young man looked away from the computer screen and looked at Han Fei seriously, waiting for Han Fei's answer.

The ghost in room 4094 has not yet appeared, and Han Fei has not figured out who is calling the soul. He has been talking to his soul since he entered the room, and now he has finally reached a more important turning point.

Han Fei needs to make his own choice, and his choice also affects the choice of the next 4094 homeowners.

"Yes, I will record your account number and past, but I still hope that day will never appear."

After Han Fei answered, the young man's expression softened a little. For him who couldn't smile, this moment was unprecedentedly relaxed.

"Can you tell me your contact information? It's convenient for us to contact you in the future." The young man took out his mobile phone, and private messages from group friends kept flashing on his black mobile phone. It seemed that only the group was left in his mobile social circle. Chatted.

Han Fei revealed his mobile phone number that he had used for many years. The young man didn't have much response at first during the input process, but when he was about to enter the last number, his finger couldn't press it any more.

"This number..."

Raising his head incredulously, the young man looked at Han Fei with doubts in his eyes: "How do you know my cell phone number?"

The blood from the heart poured into the brain, and the young man's skin began to turn pale. The person who was summoned would immerse himself in the fragments of his past life according to his own memory, but when he realized something abnormal, He will gradually wake up and realize that he is just a lonely soul.

"Not only do I know your mobile phone number that you have used for almost seven years, but I also know that your mobile phone will always keep a sentence - the best actor is you in life (the first chapter is posted in front of the mirror)." Han Fei saw the changes in the young man, and the temperature of the entire 4094 room also began to drop.

"How did you know that? I've never told anyone that!"

"Because you are me, there is no second 52 hertz whale in the world, but there are us who are willing to be fireflies in the dark." Han Fei's face showed the same smile as the young man, which is kind and gentle smile

, this smile will make the people around you feel very comfortable, but only those who show the most gentle smile know that there is a soul behind this smile who can't smile at all.

"I will help you fulfill your last wish, become a new manager, protect all patients, even if you end up being the only avatar in the group." Han Fei put his hand on the young man's shoulder: "You insist on It's what I've been doing, and we've never given up, have we?"

The temperature in Han Fei's palm brought a little warmth to the young man, and the confusion and surprise on his face slowly turned into peace and tranquility.

The yellowed skin has completely lost its blood color, and a deep streak appeared on the neck of the young man. There was no makeup on his face, but there were obvious streaks left at the corners of his eyes, like a crying clown.

As more and more things were remembered, another stranger's roar began to come out of the young man's throat, and his reason was gradually swallowed up, but in this case, he still did not touch the computer and the memory of the patient behind him. desk.

Blood vessels bulged on the skin, and the young man's face was more and more different from Han Fei's. The other's body seemed to be dried out and slowly shrunk.

Room 4094 also changed with the young man. The spacious and arrogant layout was replaced by simple furniture. There were cracks in the walls, and the roof was pressed down, as if to crush Han Fei and the young man standing in the middle of the room.

It didn't stop until the shabby lights on the roof touched the young man.

Room 4094 became extremely dilapidated, and the young man in front of Han Fei became confused and confused.

"Snapped!"

The sound of the crock pot shattering startled Han Fei. He drew his knife and turned around, only to see the door of the other bedroom being pushed open and a teenage student standing at the door.

At his feet was a white earthen jar with white rice and a piece of yellow paper in the jar, with a name written on it - Firefly.

"This student is the owner of room 4094?" Han Fei guarded the young man behind him and stared at him cautiously.

The boy's lowered head slowly lifted, holding a roster and a photo frame in his hands.

Different from other residents in the building, the photo frame used by the boy did not contain a posthumous photo, but only a photo of a game character, which seemed to be the avatar used by Firefly.

"Is it you who conjured the firefly into the dead building? You don't even know his real name and photo, why do you have to see him?" Firefly people are now dying.

"I can't complete the conjuration by myself." The moment the student spoke, countless faces appeared in his mouth. Those faces were like waves, rushing out frantically.

The yin wind from the face made Han Fei unable to stand firm. If they hadn't deliberately avoided the young man behind Han Fei, Han Fei would have been thrown out of the window at this time.

"I haven't seen Yinghuo, and I don't even know his real name, but he is the most important person to me and to us." The student spoke, and Han Fei saw the walking dead in his mouth. Hiding in the darkness inside the body, wrapped in shadows. Skin and flesh are just a piece of clothing for them to isolate the outside world.

"You? Are you all members of the group of patients in the happy community?" Han Fei's mind turned quickly, and he guessed a lot of things at once: "Aren't you the kid whose online name is Yanzu?"

"The name of the group is not called Happiness Community. There is a problem with the soul-calling. One of your souls is mixed in Yinghuo's memory. Two different memories are intertwined, and the scene you see has also changed." Male The student's tone was cold, like a corpse, but Han Fei was fortunate that the other party did not show too strong killing intent.

"You should have seen what happened just now. Yinghuo is still guarding the agreement between you, and my soul is the same as Yinghuo. We will stick to this most precious thing." Han Fei The soul with kindness and tolerance entered Yinghuo's consciousness. When Yinghuo himself couldn't bear the soul-calling ceremony and was about to collapse, it was Han Fei's soul that stabilized his consciousness.

Yinghuo himself is willing to embrace death, but Han Fei, who has been tempered in the deep world for so long, is completely different. His strong will to survive is like steel, and even the dead will stand up.

"If you really think about your relationship before you were alive, then let me leave with Yinghuo. Yinghuo has been seeking death, but this experience may change some of his views. He has been protecting you before. The traces of existence, this time I hope you can give him a chance to come back." He had to take away the firefly to have the opportunity to save all the people in the building.

"We never thought about killing Yinghuo, and we never thought that conjuring would actually work. We have all tried calling his name, and it has never been successful for 14 years. But today, he really came here, and he insisted. Fourteen years of commitment, this time seems to be waiting for you." The male students misunderstood something, they will succeed in conjuring their souls tonight, more likely because butterflies will return to their souls tonight.

"Really?" Han Fei thought thoughtfully: "He seemed to have asked me something similar just now, hoping that I could become the new manager here."

Managers have different meanings in the deep world. When Han Fei said these three words, the eyebrows of the male student twitched slightly.

What's more worth thinking about is that the male student didn't correct Han Fei, and he didn't talk about this topic again. He just asked Han Fei to hold Yinghuo's mobile phone.

After the change in room 4094, Firefly's mobile phone is completely different from before, it has become very old, and the broken screen is also stuck.

on a group chat page.

The name of the group chat is written at the top of the page, but the name is not a happy community at all, but a line of dead words.

"This is us who Yinghuo has been guarding, and we who have turned gray and will never be online..." The male student lowered his head, and before he could finish speaking, he saw Yinghuo's phone vibrate.

When he reacted, he found that the name of the group chat had been changed, and the line of hopeless dead words had been changed to - Dead Building Owner Rights Protection and Mutual Aid Group.

Seeing the words "successfully modified the group name" on the screen of the mobile phone, Han Fei was also stunned for a moment. He glanced at the male student a little embarrassedly.

"I just wanted to give it a try, but I didn't expect the administrator to modify it directly."