game time.
Day six.
The sun finally came out, and the continuous rainy weather came to an end. The cold sunlight seemed to mock Cheng Ye's overestimation of his abilities.
It also seems to show the game's maliciousness and complacency.
It seems to be saying: Your death is coming soon.
Cheng Ye yawned and felt sore all over.
He looked down.
Sure enough, the area where she was beaten yesterday was full of bruises, but this time Su Ru'er was very sensible and didn't hit her face. The area like her neck could not be seen if she put on clothes.
Cheng Ye followed his usual routine and went out to have breakfast with his parents.
Because he had recovered all his memories, he felt alienated from his family.
My parents are no different from before, chattering full of love.
Only Cheng Ye knew that they were not relatives.
He tried his best to play the role of a son as obediently as possible, and after eating, he found an excuse to go out.
He will finish this copy tonight.
Now, he wanted to seize the time to verify some of his guesses.
So far, he has downloaded three copies.
Every copy he has is a little too sincere.
In addition to his own reasons, he is also a little skeptical of the world.
It stands to reason that a game copy does not require a complete world.
Just one area is enough.
For example, a house, a university, or a village...
Even if the map is larger, like a chicken game, there are many cities, mountains and canyons, and even the sea...
It doesn't matter, just build more models and render them.
Just a bunch of data.
However, this copy now has a complete social and ecological system.
All seem to have a full range of emotions and logic.
When something happened at the school, someone immediately blocked the news and stabilized the situation.
The police came immediately to investigate the case.
There are literally tens of thousands of people discussing this on the forum, and they all have their own emotions of worry, fear, fear, or ridicule.
The published content is based on logical thinking and is not randomly generated by the system.
There are different types of programs on TV, some live and some recorded.
There is a takeout app on your mobile phone, so you can actually place an order.
Everyone has their own life trajectory, as if this is a real world.
If this world was virtual, these things would be completely unnecessary and would take up more memory...
The dungeon map only needs to be able to perform tasks. It's not about traveling, so what's the point of supporting so many useless facilities?
But now, everyone seems so smart, which cannot be explained by simple codes at all.
Is it appropriate to create such a large modeling composition for such a small copy?
Therefore, Cheng Ye was suspicious.
This copy is the real world, and everyone here is actually a real, living person with flesh and blood.
In order to test this guess, he wanted to walk around the city.
See if strangers you meet randomly are also so flexible and lively, with their own thinking...
He walked towards the park.
I saw many old people exercising inside, and a bunch of old men were playing chess around a small stone table.
The old ladies occupied the empty square and danced indescribable dances.
There were some leisurely old people sitting on the benches, chatting and laughing about different household matters.
There was an old man playing the erhu, and rows of old people were sitting in front of him, just like children sitting in rows in a kindergarten.
There are various sceneries everywhere in the park, but a small place shows various aspects of life.
Cheng Ye walked through the park and walked all the way down.
Along the way, he saw the lives of many people. There were children running in front and their mothers chasing after them.
There are young lovers huddled in the woods secretly, not afraid of mosquito bites.
There is a small playground in the middle of the park, where some bored people sit on the big swings and enjoy life comfortably.
...
All of this is no different from his past life on earth.
He continued walking forward, and after leaving the park, he randomly entered a small clothing store.
The store is small but very clean.
The clerk was playing boringly with his cell phone. The moment he saw Cheng Ye, he put down his cell phone.
"Hello, what do you need?" A polite voice.
"My girlfriend is having her birthday soon and I want to buy her a dress."
"Girlfriend." The clerk laughed: "Looking at your age, your girlfriend is more suitable to wear this kind of pink and tender clothes. If your skin is not very white, you can try this ginger color, especially Show it."
The clerk introduced the two clothes next to him.
"It does look pretty good..." Cheng Ye expressed his intention to buy it, and then changed the subject: "My girlfriend has been angry with me recently. How do you think she can make her happy?"
He had a troubled expression on his face, as if he was really trapped by love.
The clerk was a young lady in her twenties. She glanced at Cheng Ye a few times, maybe because she thought he was not old, so she covered her mouth and smiled.
"Having a tantrum?"
Cheng Ye nodded and thought distressedly: "I bought her breakfast in the morning, but I bought the wrong flavor that she liked. She felt that I didn't care about her..."
The shop assistant smiled again: "It depends on whether you want to stay with her for a long time."
"What should I say?" Cheng Ye looked expectant.
If it is AI, the other party will speak according to its own logic.
If not, she will reveal her logic and come up with a new perspective.
This is the biggest difference between humans and AI.
"If you want to be together forever, everyone's relationship is equal. If something is really your fault, apologize well and don't be like coaxing a child. If something is really her fault, just reason with her."
"In this case, she was unreasonable. How can one deny the goodness of the other person in a relationship just because of a trivial matter? There are so many beautiful moments, but I only remember that I didn't buy the right bread today, so It’s not right.”
"...If two people get along for a long time, one cannot always accommodate the other."
"..."
The young lady talked eloquently, as if recalling her own past.
Cheng Ye's eyelashes flickered slightly.
Is it really the real world?
Cheng Ye thanked the clerk and did not buy the two clothes. Instead, he bought more expensive jewelry to give to Chen Jun's mother.
He is going to end this copy tonight, and he doesn’t know...
What will happen to Chen Jun after he leaves?
If this world is real and he has passed on to Chen Jun now, what will Chen Jun face when he is gone?
Is it death, or is it just a blurred memory?
Cheng Ye couldn't judge.
But no matter what, even if he dies, the world will definitely continue to operate as usual, and no one will care about an insignificant college student.
But what about his parents, his relatives and friends, they must be sad, right?
Thinking of this, Cheng Ye lowered his eyes.
Can't help but think of the father of the first copy.
He really lost his well-behaved son and the future he expected.
Immediately afterwards, he thought of the daughter of the second copy.
His little finger hidden in his trouser pocket couldn't help but tremble.
The black and white eyes flashed slightly.
It seemed that the wind was blowing, which made his eyes sore.
He remembered that when he was waiting in line to send his daughter to school, someone said that he had started to lose his memory a year ago.
But his daughter was not surprised at all when she saw that he didn't remember, and even took the initiative to help him make excuses.
Cheng Ye had a vague guess.
His daughter may have known that the world is false very early.
She has been getting along with different players since a year ago, and she naturally calls the players daddy.
Excuse and protect players at critical moments.
She had known for a long time that her father was gone.
Thinking of this, Cheng Ye felt a little uncomfortable...
What he didn't know was.
After he left that day, his daughter said something lonely.
"Dad, I miss you."
Perhaps, Cheng Ye is the best father he has ever dealt with...
........
As night fell, Cheng Ye walked on the street.
He calmed down.
For some reason, he felt a little cold and tightened his coat.
The wind at night was so strong that the strands of hair on his forehead were blown back and forth.
Unknowingly, I walked downstairs.
All around, there are bright lights.
Maybe there are people laughing and laughing at this moment, and maybe there are people who are as sad as him at this moment.
Human beings' joys and sorrows are always different.
Some are happy and some are sad.
In this world, I don't know if there is someone like him who has also been assigned to this map by the system to do tasks.
They may have passed by each other before, but they didn't know that they were both players.
…
Cheng Ye opened the door.
The home is very warm, the food has been placed on the table for a long time, and my mother is still making the last braised pork ribs.
She walked over quickly and handed Cheng Ye tea: "You kid, you are out all day. If your father hadn't said that you might have something important, I would have called you to go home."
Cheng Ye smiled and took the tea.
My eyes felt sore for no reason.
How could such good parents end up in such a situation.
I hope Chen Jun can still live well after he leaves.
The father laughed and said: "The child is older, why do you always restrict him?"
After saying that, he turned on the TV, and the house instantly became lively.
The family sat at the dining table, and loud laughter suddenly spread from the house, echoing far away in the empty night.
…
At night, Cheng Ye was getting ready to sleep.
This should be his last night in this world.
He remembered that Yang Cunhua had said before that the intermediate dungeon would not give task prompts. It was basically a game name or a sentence for people to guess.
Although his mission is not as clear as the primary copy.
But it gave a prospect hint (miss one).
So the difficulty of this copy should be level three and a half.
As the game says, it just increases the difficulty, perhaps to prepare for the next upgrade task.
Cheng Ye closed his eyes and stopped thinking so much.
Dream.
End it all.
…
The fragrant nephrite beneath him suddenly turned into white bones, and his tender eyes turned into big black holes.
Cheng Ye's body trembled.
Su Ruer laughed angrily.
The thin ribbon in her hand had not yet transformed, so she remained lying down and propped up her head.
Cheng Ye put on his clothes decisively.
With a serious look on his face: "I'm offended."
The ribbon in Su Ruer's hand slowly deformed.
Cheng Ye was very serious: "Don't slap me in the face, it's a friendly discussion."
Su Ruer stood up.
Cheng Ye thought about it and decided that he might still have to let her take a few puffs to calm down, otherwise the dungeon might not be able to pass the level.
Su Ruer launched an attack on Cheng Ye.
Cheng Ye dodged as flexibly as possible to avoid being injured.
Su Ru'er was as fast as lightning, faster than Cheng Ye just now.
Perhaps she became a ghost and was not bound by gravity. Su Ruer was flexible and free.
The overwhelming wires came from all directions, and within a short time, Cheng Ye was covered in scars and his skin was torn.
He leaned against Qiang to give himself some support.
Fortunately, as long as the san value cannot be lost, everything will remain the same after leaving the dungeon.
"Desperate?"
Still the same sentence.
Su Ruer walked up to Cheng Ye and asked her calmly.
Her voice was like a hibiscus weeping dew.
Cheng Ye recalled the picture in the foreground prompt.
Su Ru'er was wearing a red wedding dress with a tender smile on her face, and Mr. Chen was helping her put on her shoes...
yes.
How desperate Su Ruer must have been at that time.
Mr. Chen finally redeemed her body, promised to marry her, and even helped her try on embroidered shoes the day before.
But what?
But Mr. Chen did not come in the end, and Su Ruer was tortured to death...
It was 1943. The Japanese army was in turmoil and skipped the Dongjiang River.
Everyone was fleeing, except Su Ruer.
She believed what Mr. Chen said: "I will come, you have to wait for me."
She stayed alone in the room, waiting stubbornly for Mr. Chen.
In the end, the building was empty, and she was the only one left in the normally bustling Yanchun Tower.
Then, the Japanese army came.
She became a victim.
Die forever on this bed.
At the moment of death, she was still waiting for her Mr. Chen to come...
"Heartless man..."
The voice is clear and gentle, ethereal and sweet.
Su Ruer's face was calm, exactly the same as that day, and she slowly walked towards Cheng Ye.
She was holding wire in her hand.
That was what the Japanese army had cut into pieces on her body.
The sword at the beginning is a Japanese sword.
These things were all things that had been used on her before.
She just wanted to let Mr. Chen experience her feelings.
Su Ruer got closer and closer.
Cheng Ye looked at the woman in front of him calmly with a sad face.
At first, he didn't pay attention to what the sword was.
But as he fell asleep more and more often, he finally discovered the clues.
The sword used to chop them was a classic Japanese saber, the same thing that had killed Su Ru'er.
And why did Su Ruer die under a Japanese saber?
After Cheng Ye's memory was restored, everything merged into a river and was integrated.
He finally restored the entire story.
Cheng Ye stared at the fragile woman so close, feeling a little unbearable.
How did she experience that miserable night with such a weak and boneless body?
Mr. Chen, I really feel sorry for her.
Cheng Ye stood upright, tall and straight, fearless in the face of danger.
His voice sounded like he hadn't spoken for a long time, his voice was hoarse and a little laborious: "I'm sorry..."
The wire that thundered through the air suddenly stopped.
When he looked up again, it was Su Ruer who was in tears.
She stood there, her beautiful face restored.
Tears welled up in his eyes, but he resisted not letting them fall.
Yes, she actually didn't think about taking revenge on him.
She just wanted an apology.
…
An apology is enough.
.......
PS: The knife will come late but it will come.
The copy is over, but the story has a twist. I will write it tomorrow.
Some details will be revealed tomorrow.
Thanks to the second leader, kind-hearted Bee Bee, for the friendly reward. Bee's "Shura Martial God" is something I have really seen since childhood...
