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2021-04-05

  Chapter 144, Chapter 142 · "Love this world"

Lv Shu treats him The reverence is also a kind of stubborn, even obsessive to twisted reverence.

For such unstable factors, Su Mingan can do only this.

"Big Brother Lighthouse." Jasmine said, "It's okay. Let's sleep first. If you can't find it, you might as well trust the other person... I think the big brother is really anxious, but just It's useless to be anxious..."

Jasmine was very reasonable.

Looking at Lu Shu's confident look, maybe he is really prepared.

......Su Mingan really can't hold it anymore.

Before he could even find a house for Jasmine, he set an alarm clock and fell on the bed.

"Don't go out, stay here and wait for me to wake up..."

He put a bunch of food at the table, and after ordering Jasmine, he quickly closed his eyes .

Maybe it was because he was really tired. After closing his eyes, he felt his body sinking like a bed, and his consciousness quickly dimmed.

Like stepping in a cloud, he closed his eyes, his eyelids isolated everything from the outside world.

...but he heard a sound of piano.

Crisp and beautiful, like seeing a deep blue sea, white dolphins jumped up in the sea, and the water was sparkling.

The mood that calmed down, suddenly surged again.

Some strange coagulation between time rose in his heart. He opened his eyes suddenly and saw a room that seemed a little hazy in his vision.

The room is not big, and the breeze came in with the spring breeze and dyed along the curtains. A piano was bathed in a waterfall of light.

The black and white solid color keys are quietly staggered, and the brilliance ignites the dust floating in the air.

……Dreaming? Qingming dream?

He fixedly looked at this piano. It looks familiar to him, but it shouldn’t be so lonely...

His thoughts just appeared. Saw a person suddenly appeared on the piano bench.

Fingers appeared on the keys that had been pressed by oneself. The black woman with long hair, half of her face was close to the halo, her cheeks were dyed in the light, and her hair was like dripping mercury.

Her face is stained with mist, her eyes are not clear, and her fingers are extremely clever. Like a school of silver fishes flowing around her, the sunlight is dappled with light and shadow.

Her piano sound is very good, every key is played accurately, whether it is slow or fast can be connected, cross-domain skills are demonstrated vividly and thoroughly.

Lay people may praise her skills, but Su Mingan can see that there is a lack of "spirituality" in her piano sound.

It is like a walking corpse that has lost its soul, a silent black-and-white film, an artificial puppet that can only be imitated mechanically.

Su Mingan looked at it for a while, only to feel sarcasm, and then turned away without reluctance.

He knows that this is a lucid dream, a dream that can be controlled by his own consciousness, but he hasn’t done it for a long time since he entered the world game. The time is very tight every day, how can I have time to do it? This kind of dream of wasting energy.

He must go to sleep as soon as possible to prevent further deterioration of his mental state.

As for this kind of dreams that resemble memories, it is meaningless, and he doesn't need these psychological comforts now.

Su Mingan moved his mind, he wanted to make this scene disappear.

He saw one after another bloodstain appeared on the woman's body, and her fingers were broken at the roots, which was a precursor to the collapse of the dream.

But Su Mingan saw that she appeared beside her.

My self when I was young.

The woman's dry attitude of playing the piano changed in an instant. She looked like a withered flower and became alive. Her tone was extremely gentle:   "You are loving this world."

Su Mingan heard the voice of a woman teaching "self".

"...Anyway, I love this world."

She continued.

The haziness of the woman's face disappeared spontaneously. Su Mingan saw that the eyes she looked at for a moment were silent and brilliant, like a willing drowning person.

He was coldly snorted, then turned around and left without staying.

"——Ming'an, you are different from me, your eyes are real... Your feelings are mother's most precious treasure."

A woman came from behind Prayer-like voices.

The piano music is getting faster and faster, one after another notes quickly chasing from behind, accompanied by the woman’s persistent voice:

"——Ming’an, Your eyes, your eyes with such strong emotions, are really beautiful."

He kept walking.

The sound of the piano came over, chasing his pace.

"——The warm wind of winter, the snow lotus on the top of the mountain, the pearl of the deep sea... You are everything I can imagine, you are the brightest treasure of mother, the eternal pride..."

His pace suddenly stopped.

A hand slammed his arm from below, he turned his head and saw that the hand that was grabbed was full of blood.

When the woman suddenly appeared next to her, the haziness on her face disappeared completely. It was a beautiful woman with almond eyes, very similar to him.

Her face was stained with blood, little by little running down her cheek.

The sound of the piano is still floating, like waves rushing towards him.

The woman's eyes were fixed on him, as if she had locked him with her eye sockets, and the way he looked at her was reflected in her eyes. She seemed to be afraid that he would suddenly disappear.

She opened her mouth somewhat laboriously, and then said:    "...Ming'an, you are the only one in my world."

"Anyway--"

Her eyes are heavy, but her hands are getting weaker and weaker.

Su Mingan put her hand on her hand, and then a little bit, peeling away her fingers.

"——Love this world."

She said these words like a declaration, and then let go of her hand.

The sound of the piano stopped suddenly.

The sound of glass breaking came from my ears. In the afternoon, the room turned into fragments and dispersed little by little, and the pitch-black gap gradually appeared.

Under the influence of Su Mingan's thoughts, this dream comes to an end.

He looked at the fading room, at the quiet piano bathed in a waterfall of light.

The woman has disappeared.

He saw himself playing.

"You should feel sad." Su Mingan said to the puddle of blood left by the woman on the ground:    "After eight years, what you left in my memory is present in my dream. Here, it’s still such a ridiculous appearance."

"You should be thankful that father cultivated me into who I am now."

"I will love this world, but not because You."

"...Don't appear in my dreams again."

He said, and then he didn’t look at the scene again, but closed his eyes, freed himself, and let go Enter a deeper dream for yourself.

During his sleep, he never dreamed of anything.

In this dream, I slept very deeply and deeply, as if my body was trapped in a white cloud.

He can't feel anything, nor can he feel any worries... It's like countless dreamless nights on Zhai Xing. In the silent night, there are no stars in front of him. No month.

...so that, when he just opened his eyes and greeted the morning sun of the personal space alarm clock, he still had unawakened confusion in his eyes.

He sat up, rubbing his eyes, and softly opened the forum with his hands.

……

【——The main god space reappears the terrorist murder case! Edward and Lu Shu on the third list both died-no matter how infighting among humans is endless, do we have a tomorrow? 】

"..." He stared at the top line of words, his eyes dim, as if he hadn't seen it clearly.

The dawn of the personal space simulation fell into his eyes, so bright and hot, he squinted his somewhat sour eyes.

"Fake news?"

He muttered to himself, and clicked on the forum to stick to the top post.

And then... he saw the butterfly corpse that was blown up to the edge of the green woods in the District 12 server.

Xiao Hong.

He continued to scroll down.

Lying down by the flower bushes is a fragment of a mantis's broken knife, jade-green, gleaming in the morning when Chenhui has just lighted up.

Xiaobi.

He looked down silently, and finally saw the corner of the garment.

black, with emblem pattern, is the style of Hanfu that Lu Shu wore that day.

The mutilated corners of the clothes were burnt and burnt, and the owner of the clothes was nowhere to be found.

...... The death of the main god space is real death.

He closed the forum post, the whole person seemed to be frozen and still not coming back, he stared at the panel for a long time, his eyes were out of focus.

Jasmine, who was sitting in the chair and resting, woke up, her clear eyes looked here, like a lamp breaking through the fog.

"...the big brother of the lighthouse?"

She asked and found that Su Mingan's condition was obviously wrong.

"..."

Su Mingan lowered his head.

When he opened his hand again, he saw the crescent mark on the palm of his hand, oozing bright red blood.

"ding dong !"

He suddenly heard the system hint.

[The player (Lu Shu) requested a video communication. 】

Su Mingan looked at this communication request and was stunned for a while.

He chooses to accept, and the picture shows, Lu Shu in a black Hanfu is sitting at the tea table. Behind him is the scenery behind the redwood pane. The sky looks very nice.

In front of him, there was a purple clay pot on a small stove with a crimson butterfly resting on his shoulder, and even the praying mantis, which was always jumping around, stopped quietly at this time.

"Su Mingan." Lu Shu is looking at him:   "This is a timed video recording."

Su Mingan stared at the screen.

"I think you have discovered it, because you have always been smart." Lu Shu's finger rubbed the teacup: "My attitude changed suddenly because I saw the note describing your past."

"You are very smart, you should be able to guess, I believe this note so much because I also saw a note describing my past."

"world game omnipotent, paying too much attention to rules... If you just give me a fake note about you just to make us centrifugal, I don’t think it will."

"So." Lu Shu stared at him: "I Believe everything presented on that note."

Su Mingan awaits his later text.

"...I once thought about why I believe you so enthusiastically. Once I didn't think it was blind, nor did I feel it when I watched the world forum." Lu Shu lightly said: "But I watched it. After Jasmine’s performance, I suddenly discovered... I was lost too."

"I didn't see your full picture, I just believed what I wanted to believe."

"I I came from the hidden Aristocratic Family since I was a child, and I have never seen the big world."

"I am very similar to Jasmine... We obsessively believe in a person whom we have identified. We do not let go or change. I don’t even know I’m bleeding."

"...Just when I wanted to obliterate my past self, I suddenly understood it again." A note appeared in Lu Shu’s hand. The strip of paper was carefully tied up with rubber bands without any leakage.

"If, just because of a piece of paper, I have decided that you are not a good person... Then it is no different from the previous self, the same short and the same paranoid."

"...so."

His fingers picked up the rubber band on the note, and then slowly pulled it away.

"...I don't believe your love is just a disguise. Or..."

He slowly unfolded and flattened the paper, and then slowly moved to the camera .

"...Su Mingan, you just pretended to be."

Su Mingan looked at the content of the note on the screen.

……

[(Prophet's clue): Absurdity is overflowing in reality, and he was born in absurdity. Love is the disguise of art, ideal is the ladder of desire. The world he was watching was once bleak, he became the most special person by the river-he was once ordinary, because he was renewed, because he had no expectations. 】

……

Lu Shu hovered the note in front of the camera for ten seconds, then slowly retracted it, rolled it up again cautiously like a treasure, and stuffed it into his arms .

"How can you understand this?" Su Mingan talked to the video screen.

"...I understand." Lu Shu over there continued:    "After this judgment-I still think you are a good person. I'm sure of you, maybe on the note It is about your past, but now you must be bright and just."

He said, suddenly turned around and took out a huge plastic bag from behind.

"...The number one player, Su Mingan, I will clear all obstacles for you."

"I will kill the guy Edward... Let those who want to cultivate their minds The organization understands that the leader of the world is never the kind of [bad guy] that can serve."

"Su Mingan, you are a good person, you should keep going."

"This is a video recording screen. I recorded it before I left and set a time. If I successfully return, I will cancel it. Nothing happened."

"In other words-if you succeeded in seeing this video."

Lu Shu looked at the camera, her eyes clearer than ever.

"...it means I'm dead."

"But Edward will die too. I thought, the best result is my safe return, and the worst result is also I'm perish together with him-but no matter how you say it, no one can target your way."

"Don't care what the audience say, don't care what those people think."

……

"Keep on, go on."

……

[You have received a deposit message. (Timed delivery by my friend Lu Shu)]

[Open the package, and you will get a plastic bag of cabbage*1 (due to the low value, no points are counted)]

[Open the package , You get a little mantis*1 (automatically deduct 50 trading points)]

[little mantis (growth: red) (unnamed)

Level: lv.1   HP: 400   MP: 0   Direction: physical type, speed type

Note: Early-Stage has a huge appetite, please pay attention! Please keep feeding the cabbage to ensure survival!

Note: The inheritance Insect of the praying mantis "Xiaobi", awakened after the death of the previous generation. 】

……

Su Mingan stared at the blank panel in front of him, and the little praying mantis jumped around, seeming to be hungry.

"The big brother Dafa..."

Jasmine seemed to understand what happened. She clutched his sleeve tightly, not knowing what to say.

"Jasmine." Su Mingan suddenly said, he opened the world forum, quickly browsed the course of the incident, and then locked the location of the battle.

"...Huh?"

Jasmine looked at him ignorantly.

"Some people are still worth saving." Su Mingan said, raising his hand.

"...Even if they don't have all the perfect clearances."

His hand touched his temple.

……

"——Sometimes I may be lucky, it is me who got this ability."

He said.

Annihilation is activated.

(End of this chapter)