Lei Feng System

Galaxy Year 4075, the federal planet C14.

A heavily armed force surrounded the highest federal laboratory and destroyed all the robots that were trying to resist. The commander of the operation came to the office of Dr. Eric, the first genius of the Federation, with a solemn expression.

"You are finally here, please come in." A gentle and polite voice came from behind the door, not at all like a vicious thug.

"Dr. Eric, you were arrested for subverting the federal government. Because of the seriousness of the crime, you will lose the right to appeal. Come with us." The commander announced coldly.

"Subvert the Federation?" Dr. Eric, who was sitting behind the test bench, sneered. "It's nonsense! Sooner or later you will know that my actions will make the world a better place!"

"The system you loaded in our brains made us lose our combat effectiveness. You know, it's deadly! Lei Feng, who is that? But a piece of false history and a fictional character! If everyone is like him, Our world will be destroyed sooner or later! Doctor, I think you are crazy!" The commander frowned in disgust and waved to the sergeant behind him, "Grab him."

The sergeant promised and tried to push the mentally limited injection into Dr. Eric's vein. Dr. Eric has no abilities and no other animal bloodline, but his mental power is the highest in the entire federation. In order to ensure that he was arrested and brought back to justice, everyone involved in the operation has undergone strict elections and can withstand tremendous mental pressure.

Surprisingly, Dr. Eric did not resist at all, watching the blue liquid enter his body quietly. Just before he fell into a coma, he said word by word in a hateful tone, "Since you cold-blooded races cannot be changed, you should all be destroyed! Go to hell!"

The commander frowned, with an ominous premonition in his heart. You know, they are facing a legendary figure in the Federation, and their actions cannot be so smooth.

"It's not good, sir, we found a 300-pound ion bomb in the basement! There is no way to remove the 10-level energy membrane of the outer cover!" A hurried voice came from the communicator.

"All personnel retreat immediately!" The commander shouted orders, and then looked at the subordinates who tried to move Dr. Eric in a panic, "Don't move him!"

It was a pity that it was too late. The moment Dr. Eric's body slid off the chair, the pressure transmitter placed under the chair cushion activated the ion bomb and also removed the energy membrane. A dazzling white light flashed, and the highest federal laboratory and all the life in it turned into swimming ions and dissipated in the air. The gray sky was torn apart a dark crack by the huge energy, and it disappeared in a flash.

Earth, country C, year 201X.

A thin teenager sat at a computer desk and flipped through pages. His skin is very pale, his hair is half-length and not short, and although his features are handsome, his lifeless gloomy eyes cover most of his look.

He clicked the mouse mechanically, browsed various game web pages with no expression, and found out the strategy games that he could complete alone without having to communicate with others.

A beautifully made advertising pop-up caught his attention, and he stopped by pressing the mouse finger.

[From infinity to eternity, the reincarnation of life and death! The most shocking adventure game of the year is launched! Galaxy Battleship, you deserve it! Dear, try it for free for one month and give away Taobao coins! 】The nondescript, patchwork advertising slogans completely lowered the quality of the gorgeous pop-ups. The teenager was a little disappointed, moved the mouse and chose to close it.

The pop-up window was still there, the boy continued to click, and after repeated several times, he finally determined that his computer was poisoned. He stared at the screen blankly, his dark eyes like a pool of stagnant water, without any emotions of anger, frustration, or anxiety. The blue light from the screen shrouded his dumb face, and the atmosphere in the room was a bit strange for a moment.

The teenager sat quietly for a while, moved his fingers slightly, and chose [Try Now]. An electric current rushed to the fingertips along the mouse, and his eyes were dark, and he fell silently into the swivel chair.

The scene changed too suddenly. The last second was in his room, but the next second he appeared in a student dormitory. The boy who was extremely lacking in expression couldn't help but widen his eyes.

But he calmed down quickly and touched the canopy bed beside him with his hands, the touch was very real!

The teenager didn't care about his situation at all. He didn't want to know where he was, or how to go back, and he didn't want to explore the mystery. The world was meaningless to him. He lives just to live.

He looked around the narrow bedroom, saw the laptop opened on the desk, walked over slowly, and continued his unfinished business-browsing the game webpage.

A few minutes later, there was a sound of footsteps, the door of the dormitory was pushed open vigorously, and five fifteen or sixteen-year-old teenagers walked in happily.

"Han Zhuoyu, I brought you a meal. Today you have your favorite braised pork ribs." The tallest young man walked over and put the lunch box on the desk.

"Has the fever gone?" another teenager asked worriedly.

Everyone gathered around, and you expressed your concern one by one.

The teenager who appeared inexplicably, Han Zhuoyu looked at them blankly. The faces of these five people were familiar, they were vaguely his classmates. But he couldn't call his name alone.

He didn't answer, turned around and continued to stare at the computer screen. No one cares about Han Zhuoyu, and Han Zhuoyu does not need other people's care, so everything in front of him is fake! No matter how real the touch is, it is fake!

Confirming this, the teenager continued to browse the web, letting a group of people around him noisy and joking. He is a world alone, and no one can fit into it.

"Enough!" The tall teenager suddenly unplugged the power and said solemnly, "Indulging in the Internet is not good, and you are still having a fever. Let's eat quickly. After dinner, cover the quilt and sleep. I will help you for a day. false."

The other four teenagers also worked hard to persuade them. From their intimate tone, it is not difficult to see that they have a very good relationship with their roommate "Han Zhuoyu".

Han Zhuoyu looked at the black computer screen blankly. A few minutes later, he picked a bed at random and fell asleep comfortably on the pillow.

The five teenagers thoughtfully lowered the volume of the conversation, and someone tucked the quilt for Han Zhuoyu.

After waking up, Han Zhuoyu began to live in a different space. This is the No. 1 Middle School of City H, which is no different from reality. He repeated the boring life of going to school, school, eating, and sleeping every day. Although he kept silent, his roommates seemed indifferent and cared for him.

On this day, Han Zhuoyu returned to the bedroom and found that the teenager sleeping on his upper bunk was crying. He saw someone coming and quickly wiped away his tears, his eyes were red.

If you are a normal person, you will definitely ask ‘what’s the matter with you’ at this time. But Han Zhuoyu didn't ask anything, opened the lunch box and ate silently. He set aside the vegetables and meat separately, eating a bite of white rice, another bite of green vegetables, another bite of white rice and another bite of meat, and his eating movements were regular. This is a repetitive stereotyped movement unique to autistic patients.

The cry of the teenager came intermittently, and Han Zhuoyu seemed to have not heard it. After eating, he washed the lunch box and turned on the laptop to play games.

It wasn't until the other roommates came back one after another that the heartbroken teenager was comforted. His father went bankrupt and was also charged with commercial fraud.

The teenagers who had not experienced any pain were silent, and the sad breath filled the dormitory.

Han Zhuoyu yawned and climbed into bed to take a nap. He is always at odds with everything around him.

A few days later, the crying boy was taken away by his family. When he came back, he was already too thin, with a dazzling white filial cloth tied to his right arm. His father committed suicide in fear of crime, and his mother fled hastily, leaving him with his elderly grandparents.

From this day on, the happy bedroom atmosphere was replaced by despair. Fifteen or sixteen-year-old teenagers are most likely to be influenced by the outside world. Hearing too much pessimistic remarks will naturally become very depressed. A little setback will be magnified hundreds of times, and the thought of unlovable will suddenly arise.

XX is broken in love, XX quarreled with his parents, and XX failed in the exam... The whole world seems to be against them.

Han Zhuoyu turned a blind eye to their changes. When they got together to talk about the darkest fear in their hearts, he still played the game quietly.

One night, the boy who lost his father said quietly, "What's the point of living like this? It's better to die."

The suffocating silence spread. Everyone looked at each other, and after a while, someone agreed, "I want to know what it's like to die, whether it will become a soul floating in the air."

"You're right, it's really meaningless to live, maybe it's more fun to die!" Someone echoed.

"I want to die too, but I am afraid of pain," said the most timid young man.

"It won't hurt if you take sleeping pills." The boy who lost his father said calmly.

After a moment of silence, everyone agreed.

Han Zhuoyu played the game blankly.

The teenagers exhausted various methods to collect sleeping pills. The scattered pills were hidden in the public piggy bank in the dormitory, and the piggy bank was placed next to Han Zhuoyu's computer.

Finally one day, the collected sleeping pills were enough for everyone to commit suicide. The boy who lost his father locked the door, lit white wax, and distributed the pills to everyone. Even Han Zhuoyu received more than 20 pills.

"Let's eat, we are still good brothers after eating." The boy who lost his father put a handful of sleeping pills into his mouth and gulped water.

Seeing his fearless movements, the other four teenagers seemed to be infected, and took the pills one after another, lying on their respective beds, and plunged into the embrace of death in the most relaxed posture.

When the bedroom fell completely silent, Han Zhuoyu turned off the computer and stared at the twenty or so sleeping pills in a daze. A few minutes later, he swept the pills into the trash can and fell asleep in his bed. He didn't want to go to advise them, he didn't want to join them, and he didn't want to call 120 to save their dying lives.

His world has always been only himself, and no one else has anything to do with him. What's more, he knows clearly and plainly that all this is false.

When he woke up the next day, he dressed slowly and went to class very normally, turning a blind eye to the five corpses lying on the bed. The teacher in charge of early self-study kept asking his roommate why he hadn't come, but he ignored him, just staring at the scenery outside the window.

The teacher left angrily and hurried to the dormitory to check the situation.

The screaming sirens resounded across the campus, and the murder of a super adult in the C14 dormitory caused shocks throughout the city. As the only survivor, Han Zhuoyu received the most severe investigation. But he didn't say a word of vindication from the beginning to the end, nor did he confess his guilt at all. The case was closed a month later, five teenagers were convicted of suicide, and Han Zhuoyu was acquitted.

That morning, an inorganic electronic sound rang in his mind [C14 bedroom is completely gone! Player Han Zhuoyu has reached the conditions and will be bound to the system soon! The countdown starts, 10, 9, 8, 7...]