Players’ NPC daddy

Chapter 764: A Century-Old Golden Song from the Past

The snow-white ceiling, the snow-white curtains blown by the wind, and... the soothing sound of turning pages.

In the year 2100, trees have become scarce and paper books have been replaced by electronic files. The beautiful girl with small breasts and stockings who used to read literary novels in abandoned classrooms will also become a person who looks down at their phones.

The woman looked at the ceiling and moved her wrists. Something had tied her wrists.

It is a very sturdy restraint.

"I can't tell you're still an S, but unfortunately I don't like being an M."

"You should have been locked up in an official mental hospital and given compulsory drug treatment. But you've been soaking yourself in handmade nutrient solution and a crudely made virtual stealth cabin for too long, and your life is in danger, so we have no choice but to send you to a sanatorium." Kitchenware closed the book in his hand and glanced at the woman on the bed.

"This is a sanatorium built by our company. It is specially used to treat mentally ill patients like you who cannot distinguish between reality and fantasy and are planning to commit suicide."

"Oh, if you send me there, I will definitely not survive a day." The woman raised her eyebrows, still smiling even though she was quite weak.

"I have a lot of dirty laundry on big names [addiction to virtual stealth], and they will definitely find a way to shut me up forever."

"As long as you keep that mouth shut, you'll be safe."

"I can't close it. I've already handed the list to the police." The woman closed her eyes and hummed a song leisurely. "The one who defeats the boss should get a commensurate reward, right?"

The kitchen utensil held his face. No wonder the police let them secretly transport the person away. After all this time, they finally caught a really big fish.

She was sure that the evidence must be enormous, and she estimated that there would be an earthquake in the upper echelons soon.

The person who caused the earthquake was lying comfortably on the bed, looking like an outsider. If her feet were not tied up, she would have raised them.

"So what happened next?"

"It hasn't been decided yet. They decided to hold the elimination match on the surface in a while. Penguin... the newcomer said that we should just take advantage of this popularity and let the match continue for a while longer."

"Also, the exchange of authority between Earth and Sun has not been completed. I think it's because you have perfected the loopholes in the underground world, which has led to..."

The kitchen utensils kept chattering, and the warm sunlight made the woman drowsy.

The long-lost sense of security made the woman wait until the room was quiet for a long time before she reacted. In the past, she always tried to hear every word as much as possible, only in this way could she analyze and use it.

"To be honest, when that face appeared, I thought it was my past self redeeming my present self, but I didn't expect it to be a punishment."

"He doesn't know you well, and in his eyes you are just a bad guy with a lot of bad intentions." The kitchen utensil touched the old book in his hand, and after opening it, there was an old music player embedded in the book.

"Have you forgotten what you looked like when you first met us?"

From the beginning, she was not reading the book, but watching the player.

Although the policeman agreed to let them lock the woman up in a private nursing home, she was still not allowed to have access to any electronic devices.

Who knows what this woman can do with a pile of scraps... You have to know that this woman was once a practical person who wanted to make the world a better place. A player might even be a tool for escape.

"forget."

"Then think about it carefully before the treatment is over." The kitchen utensil placed the book player next to the woman's pillow and pressed the player.

[If you have too many complaints about this world, you won’t dare to move forward after you fall...]

"Really? Jay Chou?"

"It's a century-old golden song." The kitchen utensil walked to the door, opened it, and tapped the door handle with his fingers one by one.

After knocking again and again, she turned around and said, "I want to tell you that you are not sick and do not need medicine. You are not extreme, you are just the only one who is angry about it."

But the response she got was a nonchalant hum from the woman, as if she was immersed in her own world.

The door closed slowly, but the sound was like it was opening.

The woman rarely thought of the past. She liked music because she was easily affected by the emotions in the music and could feel the beauty just by listening to it.

So she took an old music player and carefully selected the so-called century-old golden songs to play back and forth in the laboratory. She thought that listening to these songs would definitely make these problem children feel a little more sunny and less complaining.

The problem children fiddled with the player, but they had no choice but to listen to the songs.
After listening for a long time, they will also hum a few words while working.

And now this player was placed next to her pillow and started playing in a loop.

"In the end, it was my turn to be tortured. I made this thing myself."

"My past self saves my present self...what a cliché."

"By the way, I have another question."

The cook suddenly pushed the door open. The woman immediately turned her head with all her strength, buried her face in the pillow and began to move vigorously.

"You used your own face to become the Black Beast Knight. Does this mean that you think you have turned evil now? How immature."

"Ah--" The woman struggled on the bed with all her strength and let out a shrill scream, trying to cover up the kitchen utensils' laughter.

Her face was red as hell.

"See you next time, where's the answer?"

"Goodbye." The woman who was caught with a dark history could only answer honestly.

The wanted fugitive was caught, and even though he was one of the founders of the famous [G] company, this news did not make the headlines. Most of the hot searches were about the famous someone using banned technology in secret, and being involved in multiple private human experiments and even kidnapping cases.

Netizens just treated it as a bystander and did not pay too much attention to it. As for the players of "Godlock", they didn't care about it at all. Only a few UP hosts who wanted to complete the "Comprehensive Analysis of Blaze" paid a little attention to it.

……

After returning to the company, or to be more precise, after walking from the skyway of one building to another, Kitchenware waved to the people who greeted them.

"I think she's healthy, but it's best to observe her for a while."

"As long as he's healthy." The boss breathed a sigh of relief, then raised his hand and patted the penguin next to him, whose face was still bruised and swollen. "This kid is the hero this time. We have to think carefully about what reward to give him."

"Give him another chance to plan?" Kitchenware said jokingly, "We always regard the opportunity to work as a reward."

Who knew that Penguin actually nodded and confidently pulled out a stack of documents from his waist bag.

"In fact, I did have an idea. After I was beaten up and had stars in my eyes, I complained about why I had to take this beating. I traced the root cause and found that it was my own problem. I reflected deeply on myself."

"In the final analysis, it's because there are too many players participating, so my next project is [Solar War]. Only players who own the sun and have completed the solar tour independently can participate!"

"This guy must have had his head smashed."

"It's really pitiful. Give him some subsidy."

(End of this chapter)