The transmitted white light gradually faded away.
Su Mingan saw a bright room.
The golden crystal chandelier swayed in a circle of beautiful and brilliant light, like crushed stars, spilling on the scarlet carpet.
Facing the teleportation array is an empty chair, and then there is a huge window overlooking the entire Praia. From here, you can see the houses as silent as tombstones in the night, the energy light waves that explode in the alleys from time to time, and the deep black and rich river water of Praia.
On the walls of the room, there are oil paintings with uniform spacing. The red-painted picture frames contain various scenery outside Playa. There are forests of fallen red maple leaves, the vast sea reflecting the shadow of the City in the Clouds, and the red streets that seem to be burning under the setting sun...
Among them, Su Mingan saw a strange painting.
That is the only portrait painting among all landscape paintings.
A man wearing a cassock stood in front of a burning church, holding a flaming dove in his hand.
Blood red criss-crosses the painting, and the white dove flutters its burnt wings into the sky, its feathers falling to the ground like bright sparks.
It looks so poignant.
"...Welcome to the Tulip Palace in Praia."
The woman's voice came from outside the door.
With the creak of the small carved door, a bright yellow light came in.
She was wearing a bright red cloak and a long golden skirt. Perhaps because it was nighttime, she was not wearing a crown. Her long dark golden hair was scattered on her shoulders, and her light-colored eyes looked extremely smart.
Seeing Su Ming'an standing in the teleportation array, she slightly curled her lips and showed an extremely elegant and perfect smile.
As if seeing an acquaintance reunited after a long absence, her eyebrows were curved and there was a real smile in her eyes.
"Welcome back." She said:
"Long time no see, Su Lin."
…
[Lord God World·Server 98]
The night is dark.
On the square, the statue of Boss Rabbit exudes colorful light, the fountain roars in the night, and some players are sitting around the statue.
They generally either fiddle with the materials in their hands or watch the live broadcast in front of them. This is their work and life, and it is a way for them to survive in such a world.
"The seventh world is really easy." said the forging player who was splicing the equipment items in his hands.
"Well, it doesn't feel difficult at all." The girl drinking milk tea next to him responded.
The boy turned around and said, "It's not completely difficult, right? Xiaoli, have you watched too many live broadcasts of top players?"
"If you want to enjoy yourself, you must watch the players at the top of the list, and the program will be good." Xiaoli swiped at the interface of the live broadcast room in front of her. She was watching Lu Shu's live broadcast.
Although Lu Shu couldn't speak at all, the barrage effect in the live broadcast room was excellent. The people inside knew astronomy and geography. Just watching the barrage was like teaching herself the knowledge of the 211 University.
After listening to Xiaoli's words, the boy shook his head and assumed the posture of a teacher:
"Xiao Li, it's also important to support those players who are lagging behind. You see, those players at the top of the list have no shortage of supporters. It would be the icing on the cake for us to go and see them. It's better to go to the back and find those players that no one is watching, and just say a few words to them. Thank God, they will respond to me and give priority to my opinions... This gives me a sense of participation."
"If you want to have a sense of participation, why don't you go down by yourself." The girl sipped the milk tea and shook the cup to let the pearls sink to the bottom.
"Hey, drink like this." The boy put down the prop in his hand, held the girl's hand, and helped her tilt the cup.
The warm temperature passed between the two palms. Looking at the boy's hand covering it, the girl blushed a little.
"...Then I just want to accompany you, Xiaoli." The boy whispered beside her, and the temperature around her seemed to be rising: "Our parents are not around. If I die, or happen to meet someone A world like White Sand Paradise has gone completely crazy, what should you do?”
Xiaoli nudged him: "You won't go crazy, you are very optimistic."
"...It's hard to say." The boy said with a playful smile: "When I visited the forum before, I saw many people saying that there are many people who appear to be normal, even optimistic and cheerful, but are suffering from mental illness in the mainland—— This thing is so mysterious that you can’t see it. If you don’t go to the hospital and take a look, you won’t know you are sick.”
"So, are we actually staying away from danger?" Xiaoli hesitated for a moment.
She still feels a little guilty for not ending up and just being a purely casual player who eats and drinks.
"Look." The boy brought up an interface for her to see: "This is the order placed by the World Tree Guild to me."
The girl took a look and saw that it was an equipment forging order with a very high reward.
"World Tree Guild?" She was stunned: "Why are you related to them? Isn't that a super guild in the West? You..."
"That's right." The boy raised his head high and looked very proud: "I hugged him. Their guild happened to be recruiting individual blacksmiths recently. I happened to sign a long-term order with them."
"Really?" The girl shook off the milk tea in her hand and hugged her hard: "You're so awesome, Jun Yi!"
Does she know what this long-term order means?
Remuneration means points, and points means a better life.
Points are hard to earn. Players' income is in a pyramid, with the higher the income, the smaller the number of players. The signing of a long-term order means that their gains can be guaranteed even if the game is over.
"Look, let me just say that my original choice was right." The boy said in a rather proud tone: "It's really exciting to experience all kinds of worlds, but after these few worlds have passed, I feel like that's it. I Look at those rubbish players working hard just to kill people. They are not happy at all. Unlike us, who live a leisurely life and have a stable income... Xiaoli, don't worry, I swore at the beginning of the game that I I will protect you well and will definitely provide you with the best life... You just need to watch your live broadcast with peace of mind and leave it to me to earn points through forging..."
Xiaoli hugged him and rested her head on his shoulder, looking extremely happy.
This happy couple, who had promised each other, embraced each other under the colorful lights.
The milk tea cup rolled to the ground and was suddenly stepped on by a shoe.
A figure that was different from the leisurely people walked past here with extremely fast footsteps, almost as fast as running.
He ran past the splashing fountains, past happy people, and rushed into the night like a chasing monster behind him.
Xiaoli straightened up and seemed to feel that the man looked familiar.
"...Who is that?" She had been participating in live broadcasts for several months and was already familiar with all the famous players. She seemed to have some impression of the young man's appearance.
"I don't know." Jun Yi came close to her again and saw that she was still looking at that person. He blocked her view with his hand a little jealously: "Leave him alone, Xiaoli... I tell you, wait until the game is over. We will save a large amount of points, and I will redeem them for many benefits when the time comes. I believe that your father will definitely agree with us..."
Xiaoli hugged him tightly.
She cherishes this kind of happiness very much. There is no discipline from her family or constraints from material conditions. She just needs to stay with the other person, which is the most carefree thing.
The festive atmosphere on the eve of Christmas Eve gradually became more intense.
Colored lights flashed on the street, and gentle vibrato music played melodiously in the night.
Couples whispering hugged each other by the fountain. Next to them, middle-aged people with slightly hunched backs were taking a walk. Children, unsupervised by adults, ran playfully across the street to the other side.
In the live broadcast room, barrages floated like snowflakes.
Everything seemed peaceful.
…
The young man who had been running in a hurry ran across the street and stopped in front of a building.
He was about to walk in. But a man who seemed to have been waiting for a long time came next to him.
The person waiting looked about thirty years old, with young features, but his eyes looked a little desolate, and behind his hands, he looked quite calm and intimidating.
"Mo Yan, are you here?" The man spoke in a low voice.
"Here we come." Mo Yan said.
He never left the game after the end of the sixth world.
the reason is simple.
...He felt something was wrong with him.
During breaks and communing with his sword, he could feel his own obvious resistance.
It was like someone was breathing down his neck. Even when he slept at night, he always felt like there was someone lying on the ceiling.
He tried to look and saw Linen's face.
In the paradise of white sand, the face of linen.
... He knew that he was hallucinating. In that confession class and after drinking the truth potion, even if his will was strong enough, he still had unhealed psychological trauma.
He hid the matter and chose to watch the World Forum to see how other players handled the situation.
...Then he saw countless abuses directed at him.
Many of these insults are unreasonable. Just because they have appeared next to the first player, they will scold him and find every reason to scold him. It seems that scolding him can make them superior to others.
They scolded him for having other agendas, scolding him for being a licker, scolding him for holding others back, scolding him for being unclear about his position. They used all the insulting words and analyzed him from all angles, as if they wanted to pull him. A few actions put him on the pillar of shame.
He felt very wronged and a little autistic for a while. He felt that he had done something wrong to be so insulted by everyone.
So he began to reflect, began to make corrections, and began to carefully read the posts that criticized him, hoping that he could do better.
Then by chance, he saw another post.
...the same abuse.
However, the targets of people's abuse changed. Some were Su Shi, some were Yu Ruohe, some were Xiao Xiao, and some were Qin Ze. He even saw people scolding Lu Shu and Yueyue among them.
They can always catch the "danger of human nature" from all angles, and then make wild speculations and abuse others with the greatest malice. As long as someone appears in the spotlight, they will curse because these people are not the "perfect" saints in their hearts. .
So Mo Yan gradually understood.
It's not that he did anything wrong, it's just that these people like to curse.
They unilaterally give certain people "perfect" responsibilities and then supervise them as supervisors. In this way, as "judges" they will never need to be blamed.
——As actors who blame others, the more they blame others, the more glorious they will appear.
Mo Yan followed the man and walked into this snow-white building.
As soon as he entered the door, he smelled a strong smell of disinfectant, a smell he was very familiar with. In that white sand paradise, he often smelled like this.
He looked up.
In the ward and in the corridor, faint sounds of crying could be heard. People wearing hospital gowns were walking like zombies, surrounded by weeping relatives and friends.
The entire snow-white building seemed to be trapped in a sad mood.
"Mo Yan, your brother is in good condition." The man next to him said: "His mental state is quite normal. After being admitted to the hospital, he is in good condition. He just has thoughts of giving up on himself from time to time. You don't need to come and see him so often."
"I just have nothing to do." Mo Yan passed by the patient who was lying on the bench covering his face and crying bitterly: "Besides, my brother has gone to the seventh world. If I don't come back, no one will care about my brother."
"Nothing to do? I remember that you formed a team with the number one player in the Sixth World, right? They all said that you gained his trust. I guess many organizations will contact you?" The man touched his bearded chin: "Why don't you seize the opportunity, talk to the number one player, and ask him to take you with him in the seventh world? I don't think your brother Mo Wen has formed a team with someone? What about you? Why don't you try for it?"
"My younger brother can team up with them because of his powerful skills. As for me, there is no need to join them." Mo Yan said: "I closed the private message and did not add my brother as a friend. I don't want to involve my brother."
"Are you trying to take the initiative to contact me?" The man smiled.
"I'm not strong enough, so there's no need to drag brother down."
"..." The man was silent for a moment: "Mo Yan, did you read what those people on the forum said?"
Mo Yan raised his head and said nothing.
The pale light of the hospital passed across his eyes, and his expression was frighteningly quiet.
"A dog will always bark harder at people who are afraid of it than at people who are yelling at it. If you want to run away, it will be even more rampant and eager to chase after you. It is happy to appreciate your behavior. They look like they are running away in a hurry." The man said: "...This is a dog, but in a sense, animals and humans have something in common - you don't have to treat those guys as humans. The more you run away and the more silent you are, the worse they become. He is so arrogant, the more he screams, the more he screams."
Mo Yan looked at him with extremely calm eyes.
"What about eldest brother?" he said.
"That depends on how you see him." The man said: "Whether you see him as your close big brother, or as the number one player who is out of reach. As a superior person who gives you hope, or... as someone who drags you into the world together. People who are in the quagmire of public opinion?”
"Big brother is big brother." Mo Yan said.
The man laughed inexplicably.
"In a sense, your eldest brother did nothing wrong." He said: "His method of dealing with these voices is very effective. Don't you think that the guys on the forum are just a bunch of clowns talking to themselves? ?”
Mo Yan listened and thought.
"...But those guys were clearly dancing happily."
He said.
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