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In the white ward, a thin young man carrying a sword entered carrying fruits.
There were extremely messy scratches on the back of his sword, and a line of small signature letters of "Su Ming'an" was faintly visible.
He stared at the patient on the bed - the patient had a face that was almost identical to his, but there was only desert-like nothingness in his eyes, without any sparkle.
"Brother." Mo Yan sat in front of the bed, peeling the apple in his hand: "I'm here to see you."
The patient raised his finger. He was Mo Xiao, Mo Yan's biological brother. He suffered severe mental trauma due to the influence of the Sixth World's White Sand Paradise.
"The second brother hasn't responded yet. He may have really gone to become a person with a special status." Mo Yan said: "I don't want to believe the possibility that he has never come back. I prefer to believe that... the second brother is still alive. Even if he defected to the organizer and became a traitor to mankind. I...
Hope he lives. "
His second brother, Mo Wen, disappeared completely after entering the Great Library in Praia, the seventh world.
There are three brothers in their family, one is crazy and the other is missing, leaving only the normal Mo Yan to shoulder the pressure.
And their family is just a microcosm of countless human families today, and a direct manifestation of the traps of the world's games.
—The crisis of mental pressure and the temptation of people with special status.
Mo Yan stared at his brother Mo Xiao on the bed. His eyes became confused...perhaps mixed with panic about losing a loved one.
He once became a warm light in that hellish white sand paradise, an always optimistic pistachio, but at this time, he was afraid that he could not even illuminate himself.
"What should we do?" Mo Yan murmured to himself: "Living in a world like this, living in a world completely controlled by high-dimensional beings,
Even if it finally expires in one year and we win...will we really have a way out? Brother, what should I do about your illness? The second brother disappeared, will he come back? My parents were not selected into the game and they are powerless. Can I protect this family by myself? "
Mo Xiao on the bed stared blankly at the ceiling, motionless like a vegetative state, losing response to the outside world.
The knife in Mo Yan's hand made a slight "click" sound, and the apple peel fell to the ground like a paper ribbon.
The TV screen hanging in the ward was playing a promotional video promoting positive emotions and positive energy. The barrage passed across the screen like passionate slogans.
【I believe in the future! I believe that the overall points will definitely reach the target! ! ! 】【Already signed up as a volunteer, I want to do something for mankind. I'm very timid and don't dare to end up, but I also don't want to be a mediocre person waiting to die. people! kind! must! Win! 】【I am very open-minded. Even if I fail, this period of time is the most unforgettable time for me. I have no regrets if I am wiped out. 】【I have done all the things with my parents that I didn’t have the energy to do before. We built a virtual scene system to see Huashan Mountain, climbed Huangshan Mountain, went to see foreign pyramids, traveled around the world, and experienced different replicas of life... This carefree year was more complicated than usual. The decades of blindly working overtime for mortgage and car loans, and struggling with my children’s school are more valuable to me. 】【Staying on Zhai Xing is just living a repetitive life, working overtime like a dog, and working hard for certificates and diplomas. Compared with that kind of life, I am willing to welcome the world game! ! 】【The world game is also very good. I don't think this is a crisis of genocide. We have come into contact with a new century and a new civilization. 】【High-dimensional creatures may not be malicious to us, and the copy may not be completely controlled by them. According to the attitude of high-dimensional creatures, there are probably "pro-humanity faction" and "helping-humanity faction" among them. Otherwise, why would we still be alive? This is precisely because they did not want to kill us with a stick. 】【.】Mo Yan looked at these barrages coldly, clenching his fists and veins pulsing.
Since the beginning of the World Game, the tide of human attitudes has changed several times.
At first, people were afraid and rushed forward like whipped donkeys, fearing that they would all perish if their points were not up to standard. Later, with the emergence of sanity dungeons and mental trauma, panic became more serious, and fear of consequences became the mainstream of thought. People were more willing to place their hopes on the strong, making the strong stronger and the weak weaker.
but now…
but now.
…actually, the thoughts of “welcoming the arrival of world games”, “accepting the organizers” and “this is an opportunity for human evolution” began to appear.
Is this human optimism?
It should not be said that no matter what era, there will always be factions that believe that the invaders are good people. In this case, one word should be used to describe
- A "ball thief".
Mo Yan clenched his teeth and his fists clicked, but he was powerless to change everything.
The barrage river that was speeding past in front of him was separated by an entire screen.
"Don't... say anything."
He heard his brother Mo Xiao's voice coming from the bed.
"Brother...!" Mo Yan immediately leaned over and held Mo Xiao's hand.
Mo Xiao's hands were very cold, as cold as a piece of frozen frost, as if they had lost their temperature.
"You have to... survive." Mo Xiao's eyes were bloodshot, like overflowing bright red spider webs: "Stay alive."
He seemed to have forgotten more words and could only repeat "live" mechanically. This seemed to be the deepest obsession in his mind before he suffered major mental trauma.
Keep your loved ones alive.
"I will... of course I will live!" Mo Yan gritted his teeth - his brother became like this, wasn't it because of the corrupted copy of World Game? How could he get close to the organizer?
Others who have not been physically traumatized - of course they speak softly! Accepting 'Gao Dimension' and accepting the organizer, how can they understand the pain of their loved ones' trauma?
How can you truly put yourself in other people’s shoes without sitting in their chairs and walking in their shoes?
"When Big Brother's number one player is fighting on the front line, there will still be traitors like this who raise their flags and surrender..." Mo Yan gritted his teeth, remembering a previous conversation.
Before, someone had advised him to get closer to his big brother...the number one player.
After all, in Baisha Paradise, he has a lot of contact with the first player. If he can hold his thigh and form a team together, it is feasible based on this kind of affection. In this way, his family can also receive better treatment, and pigs can fly when sitting on the wind.
...But how could he be so shameless? How could he occupy other people's teammates' positions when his own strength was not up to standard?
[Whether I regard him as my closest big brother or the number one player who is far away. Is it the superior person who gives me hope, or the person who drags me into the quagmire of public opinion]?
Mo Yan didn't want to think about it carefully.
He didn't want to dwell on who his eldest brother regarded him as, nor did he want to weigh his weight in their hearts. Just stop by and meet by chance, just like Yu Ruohe, Yang Changxu, Su Shi, Qin Ze and others... Since they are just acquaintances, then they will be left behind as time goes by.
This sense of disparity has become wider and wider, reaching a prohibitive level.
He looked up.
On the TV screen on one wall, the channel has been changed. At this time, it is the first player's live broadcast room.
There has been a new discussion about 'whether to hand over Su Ming'an' and 'whether to let 10,000 people give in to him'.
Those people who take the initiative to seek refuge in other dimensions in the city of measurement, and the people who Zhai Xing wants to seek refuge in high dimensions at this time.
Too similar.
Mo Yan stared at the TV screen. Suddenly, he heard a voice in his head.
[Player Mo Yan. 】【Do you want to change all this? 】
"...?" Mo Yan glanced around and saw no one.
That voice reappeared.
[I know you are very dissatisfied with the current situation. 】【I can give you higher authority and more powerful power... You can use this power to build your vision. 】【One by one, are you willing to become a special person in the world game? ] Mo Yan suddenly understood the source of this sound.
—The organizer!
Has this seeped into him?
"Get out of here!!!" He yelled, startling the nurses outside the ward.
"roll roll roll!!!"
He roared, swinging the sword in his hand as if cutting the air.
"One by one, I am a human! I am a pure human! Don't try to infiltrate me, find someone who is willing to join you and be your dog!!"
Angry voices shook the ward.
In my mind, the voice disappeared, as if it had never sounded before, making people even suspect that it was an illusion.
But Mo Yan didn't notice that when he heard the sound, his clear and bright eyes flashed slightly blood red. Just after rejection,
The burst of blood-red color disappeared quickly.
"thank you."
Su Mingan looked at the two steaming dishes and one soup on the table in front of her, and was surprised that Xiaomei had such a high-tech cooking machine at home.
Just now, he witnessed an extremely sci-fi cooking process. Xiaomei stuffed some low-quality vegetables and water into a rectangular machine that was half a person tall.
Ten minutes later, the two dishes and one soup that had been prepared were pushed out on a rice plate.
...In such a sci-fi world, cooking skills are not even needed.
Xiaomei, who was wearing an apron, sat down across the round table. She didn't dare to look directly at Su Mingan's face, but she couldn't sit with her back to him.
She turned sideways awkwardly, almost wanting to bury her head in her rice bowl.
While eating, she behaved extremely "wildly", licking the bowl clean in an instant, even the rice grains and oil were gone. The inside of the bowl was so smooth that it looked like it didn't even need to be washed.
Su Ming'an looked at her dumbly as she "worked hard". It was obvious that Xiaomei paid a big price for serving him this meal. She must have been hungry for a long time, and seeing the rice was like seeing a treasure.
His heart sank.
... This is the deep pain and sorrow that can only be expressed by a person who has been hungry for a long time.
Did she insist on doing that kind of night job despite being hungry all the time?
"No, it's nothing. You're welcome. It's just a meal." The little girl said with a stern voice, "I picked this up from a garbage dump and made it from a scrapped cooking robot. I repaired it a little bit."
She seems to have a talent for mechanics.
Su Mingan noticed that in this small and broken room, there were many machines that looked like they were picked up. Automatic dishwashers, sweeping machine discs, simulated garment machine mirrors, and some small guns without ammunition.
However, Xiaomei has no channel to sell these. Once her wealth is revealed, she can easily be robbed or even killed.
"Where is your sister Dong An'an?" Su Ming'an asked.
When they first met, the mute girl Dong Anan was being chased by a robot, and she had the Dawn Code on her body.
During the day, Dong Anan was a timid mute girl who could only sign language. But at night, she is a ruthless girl who can assassinate him and even recognize him as Akto.
"We were chased by a mechanical army before, so we ran away separately. I don't know where she is now." Xiaomei said softly.
She hesitated for a moment and then said: "Also, what happened tonight..."
Su Ming'an understood.
"I am solving the red alert matter. After returning to Central City, I will order the punishment of those who bully you." Su Mingan said.
He knew the difficult position of people like Xiaomei. They had nowhere to redress their grievances, they had been bullied for a long time, and it had become a habit for them to be humiliated and violently beaten.
But to his surprise, Xiaomei actually refused.
"No, no, Xiaomei shook her head repeatedly. There was a faint glimmer of water in her clear eyes, and her thin shoulders couldn't help but shrug: "Please, please, please don't care about this matter." Bullying and other things are normal. If you resist, you will only be treated worse. If that middle-aged man hadn't died today, he would have definitely been imprisoned in a shelter in the future, but if the city lord pays attention to this matter again, everything will be over as soon as our black boss investigates!
She buried her head in her hands, her tone full of struggle and pain: "Our fringe area is divided into forces, and there is a black boss who is in charge of night business like ours. We girls are all under his control. Such a stable life, It's already very good, very good. I can't accept any more changes. City Lord, please stop paying attention to this. Dawn, Dawn, can't tolerate us!
If we ruin this day, we will be beaten and killed when we enter the city. I would rather linger here than enter a shelter and be electrocuted to death. If you are beaten by a customer now, you will be beaten, and at least you will still have freedom and human rights.”
After she finished speaking, she turned around and ran into the curtained inner room.
Su Mingan stared at the empty bowl at the opposite table that she had licked clean.
The meal in his hand remained untouched.
...There was no salt at all, and the vegetables were so spoiled that it was hard to swallow even a bite. He couldn't eat it.
Before, she was like a child who was afraid that others would take away her job. She hugged the bowl tightly and buried her head in it.
"Xiko." Su Mingan stared at the bowl: "I hate Dawn."
Xiko's image suddenly appeared on the screen, and she was awakened by his voice.
"You are the last person who should hate Dawn." She said: "This is the current situation of this city, and we cannot take care of everyone's wishes.
Human beings need to have enough awareness to survive in the apocalypse that could wipe them out. "
