The Trial Game of Life

If Wen Xiaoming is a scatter trumpet who diligently received materials from online games, then Chi Yan is the leader of the 800 trumpet for a while, and never shouted before the battle.

But this is in Yongye City. He doesn't know if his words will work. After yelling, he stopped and took a sip of water, turned his head to look at Peng Mingfan.

Peng Mingfan shook his head at him. "At present, I have only received some conventional materials, and not many people have sent them. Basically, they are ordinary players in the low-level area. The advanced materials of Kirin Blood are even more invisible."

At this time Wen Xiaoming was ready to evacuate. He heard Yan Yan and looked a little more serious. "I will hand it over to you, okay?"

With the addition of Chi Yan, Wen Xiaoming felt that he could take the time to do something else. But the job of collecting materials seems to have little technical content. It is really not easy to operate, because it needs to deal with other players, and if it fails in the end, I am afraid it will affect the overall situation.

The three of Chi Yan are still small, and their combat power is not outstanding in this capable night city. Wen Xiaoming should not have thrown such a heavy burden directly to them, but—

"Let's do it." Chi Yan nodded at him seriously and solemnly, with Peng Mingfan in the left hand and Qian Wei in the right hand, "We will not give up until the last minute."

Peng Mingfan pushed the glasses, which was considered the default. Qian Wei patted his chest and supported his brother.

Wen Xiaoming likes their unwillingness to lose, and the most lacking vitality in Yongye City.

"Oh by the way, I forgot to tell you that all the collected materials will eventually be prepared for Yu Yiyi. Do you know the former Emperor? He is now studying Fuxian, maybe you can pk, who Complete the task first."

At the end of the speech, Wen Xiaoming patted Chi Yan's shoulders, and the quantum invisibility cloak covered the whole person, disappearing in front of them, leaving only one sentence: "Look forward to your good news."

Chi Yan blinked and looked at Peng Mingfan, whom he believed to be the most reliable, and asked, "That former Emperor of the Emperor, should he not value the name of the Emperor so much?"

Qian Wei rushed to answer: "Who knows, maybe someone else--huh!"

The crow mouth was forced to silence.

At this time, the former European Emperor Yu Yi, the mood is really not very beautiful.

He left Zone G and immediately returned to Zone C. He happened to meet Lilith and the mouse in the same room. The mouse has been forcibly washed away by Lilith, revealing a facial feature that is slightly dull, but it is better than the skin is white enough, so it can still be regarded as a beautiful face. He is not tall, too thin, if there is one point on the whole body that is unforgettable, then there is only a little cinnabar mole on the eyebrow. With that white dress, there was a sense of holiness.

Yu Yiyi didn't recognize him for the first time, and he was full of vigilance for this man who suddenly appeared beside Lilith. The mouse read his mind and quickly proved himself, which dispelled Yu Yiyi's doubts, but the sense of holiness in him disappeared instantly.

"What are you going to do now? The light is about to be reproduced, right? Is this the will of the gods?" The mouse seemed to forget the fear of others, and kept asking, the **** nagging.

Yu frowned, "What are you talking about?"

Lilith stood with arms around him and said, "He has been talking nonsense. I can't ask anything, I have to use other methods. You stay with him here, and I will go back to area a."

"be careful."

"Relax, my grandma is not so lucky."

Lilith waved her hand, walked neatly, stopped at the door, and looked back at the mouse, "It's you, be calm, don't make trouble, you know?"

The mouse flinched in the sofa.

Yu Yiyi is even more curious about the story of Lilith and the mouse in the bathroom. But this is not the time to ask about these things, he agreed to leave Lilith alone, the same reason.

The runes blocked the space, and the defensive circles were arranged one by one, and immediately the research of the rune continued. When Chi Yan's shout came, his research was at a crucial point, and he felt a little strange for this new European emperor.

There are European emperors out of Jiangshan.

At the same time, Hangzhou street, roadside shops.

Xiao Tong talked to k about the bowl of wontons, "Since you want my story, you are not in a hurry to punish me, the delinquent warden, how about we make a bet? If you win, I will take me I will tell you what happened when I was with Lin Yandong. I will answer whatever you ask."

k was interested, "What bet?"

Xiao Tong: "Just bet they can successfully pass the level of the evil spirit badge."

k: "What if I also bet they can succeed?"

Xiao Tong: "Then I will bet that they are unsuccessful, and the odds are always five or five. If you win, I will give you the story, and they are all happy; if I win, that is not the end I want to see, of course I I don’t want to tell any more stories. When Lin Yandong and I enter the Qingye program, I want you to assign us to the same copy, nothing more.”

Gambling that you do not want to see, this bet sounds very interesting. K smiled and narrowed his eyes, "You ran back to the g area, wouldn't you just bet against me?"

Xiao Tong: "So Mr. Crow bets?"

K still has doubts about whether the grown-up prisoner has other plans. In Leng Miao's heterogeneous space, these people did what he didn't know about.

Chi Yan's energetic voice is still coming from afar, as if he will not be tired for a long time, and the voice carries the enthusiasm unique to young people. k looked down at the bowl of wontons with red oil in front of him, thought for a moment, and thought it was unknown and more interesting.

As a qualified Mr. Crow, he never underestimates any player, nor does he underestimate himself, just a bet, without harm.

"Gamble, just bet. You humans always have tragedies and comedies. I have been used to tragedies in Yongye City. I occasionally bet on the joy of the world."

What is the joy of the world?

Countless players in Yongye City can answer this question. It can be watermelon in summer, hot pot in winter, spring flowers, autumn and moon, yellow and white vulgar objects, and it can also be the joy of the rest of the life after each copy passes.

You can also go home.

In addition to Chi Yan, there are also many Hangzhou residents who have lived in this city during their lifetime. They seldom restrain their inner excitement. They can't control any copy or the Yongye City, so they have to find their own home.

They found it.

Yongye City restores the reality one by one, what the reality looks like, what it is presented to them. Their house, loved ones, and even a stray dog ​​by the road are so real.

The only false in this truth is themselves.

"Dad, it's me, me!"

"If you continue to struggle with me, you will call the police. My son is dead. Don't think of cheating our old man's money. Look at you, you are young, why don't you have any basic sympathy? You touch you Your conscience, ah? You ask yourself, why do you want to lie to us poor people? Where can you earn a bite in this world, do you have to do this kind of conscience, and leave me immediately!"

One side is more than half a year old, with white temples.

One side is premature and declining, not young.

Both sides are no longer the appearance of the other party's memory, the dialogue between true and false, across the distance between life and death, seeing the players around the heart blocked.

A yellow-haired take-out brother set aside the crowd and hurried towards the residential building behind the crowd. He has no time to worry about why so many people are around here, because he is just an audience who is doing a celebration game, and even if he wants to talk to the participating player, they can't even hear it. There are participating players, the surrounding npc will default to the other party's priority, and will not interact with him.

He rushed into the door quickly, thinking the elevator was too slow, and jumped up and down the stairs after a few landings.

"Your takeaway!"

The moment the delivery was delivered, the sound of "ding" rang in his ears, he had no time to breathe, and quickly opened the system panel to check the progress of the task-

Current progress: 2930

"Huh..." He was exhausted and gasped against the wall.

This is a time-limited task, the content is just a simple delivery, but the time is very tight. Fifteen minutes ago, just because he wanted to rob time, he was still walking on the eaves and running on the roof like he was playing other copies in Yongye City. But he patronized the speed, the takeaway was all spilled out, and customer complaints flew like snow flakes, and the efforts he had made before naturally became useless.

Hurry and hurry, he finally rushed the progress bar to the end, the last order left, this task can be completed. He stood up, wiped his face, and went down the stairs. As he walked around the corner, Chi Yan's voice floated outside the window.

"Hangzhou is my hometown. I didn't die long ago. Everything here is still the same as when I died. The billboards on the road seem to be familiar. I can name every star." Chi Yan has now moved to At the top of Leifeng Pagoda, while waiting for players to send materials and pick apples, while holding a small horn, the players in the city whispered.

"I also accompanied my distant aunt to fight the Carlyle Pagoda during the Chinese New Year this year. Dear friends, there are escalators in front of the Leifeng Pagoda. Don’t learn from me, walk more, and die early. My mother always called me a dead boy Baby, I also wore a green hat on the New Year's Day. She was shouting about to be mad at me, but I didn't expect that I would die first..."

He sings a one-man show alone, plays gags, and teases himself. Funny, not funny.

The people who listened to the story couldn't help but stop looking, looking out through the half-open window, which was full of human lights in the city.

"I always think about whether I am a little bit more obedient, and if I am obedient, I won’t die so early, I can live longer and better, and I won’t cause a lot of trouble for others. I still want to go back and see they……"

Yellow hair squeezed the brim and didn't want to listen anymore, but turned his head and saw the old man who was standing in the crowd holding a broom and was breathless, standing on the stairs.

He covered his heart and the wrinkles on his face were all wrinkled together, panting like an old bellows.

Yellow hair's heart is a little blocked, don't overdo it and ignore it. Since he walked past the old man, he has to rush to deliver food, earn points for rewards, and continue to survive in the **** Yongye City...

But Chi Yan has been talking, very annoying.

"But I think, I couldn't do something while I was alive. I walked in Yongye City, can I do it? Can I live a good life? Not pretending to be strong because of my illness, really Are you going to love life? Can I really be a child that makes my parents proud, won't they worry about them..."

"I thought I was dead, but I wasn't dead. Is Eternal Night City an endless tortured hell, or a life-saving redemption paradise, would it be better if I didn't look back and continue to move forward bravely? If one day I 'S parents have also come to Yongye City, they will know that I live very well here, and their son has finally become an outstanding adult..."

"I want to tell them that they are brave, kind, and upright. I have not lost the things they taught me. I have been working hard. I have always believed that good people have good luck, and everyone is really good to me. I just came to Yong Yecheng took my Tang brother's thigh, but I thought about it later, why only I succeeded in holding my thigh?"

"Because when I first met him on the day of my death, I gave a little girl a green hat, haha."

"He may think I'm pretty good."

When Chi Yan said this, his yellow hair had already reached the ground floor and was about to push the door out. He grabbed his hand on the door handle, clenched tightly, closed his eyes, and told himself it was just an npc, and this game had nothing to do with him.

He is just an audience.

What's more, they are already used to life and death, still care about such an npc?

"Even if it's just a pretend look, even if it's just one day today, everyone will come together to play a game that will be better tomorrow, maybe tomorrow will really get better?"

"Laozi believed your evil."

Yellow hair let go of the door handle and turned to rush upstairs. The old man was still in his original position. He hurriedly patted the door, shouted "Someone fainted", and found neighbors and family members.

Hurrying footsteps passed the player who was still crying on the ground. He raised his head, and there was a trace of blankness in his eyes. In tears, he could not see the yellow hair in the crowd, but he recognized his father's face.

Huo Ran got up and shouted after him, "What's going on? Wait, wait for me!"

But where would the crowd stop and wait for him, for these npc, he was just a liar who didn't know where he came from. He watched them stop the car and leave, standing alone on the side of the road, at a loss.

At this time, a taxi stopped and the window rolled down, showing a pretty face, that was Su Miaomiao. She waved her hand and smiled and asked, "Friend, do you take a taxi?"

The player was stunned, and then opened the door to enter. "Come on with the car in front, go to the hospital, hurry!"

By the time he arrived at the hospital, his dad had been pushed into the operating room. At the entrance of the operating room with the red light on, the sweaty yellow hair stood on the left, and the hurried players stood on the right.

The yellow hair didn't know why, so he just came over like a ghost. He should be on the way to do the task now, just send the patient to the car, why not follow him.

But an unprovoked emotion wrapped his heart and urged him to let him take the step involuntarily and join the rescue operation together, breathing with everyone.

After a sigh of relief, he couldn't help looking back.

In this whole corridor, all the way to the nurse station, there are strange npcs, players and spectators. They don't know each other, the players can't even see the audience, but people who should be in different dimensions are here in the same picture because of the same thing.

"What a wonderful life, I used to think that I was a big hero who saved the world. I didn't expect to become the emperor. The equipment I got was still a mecha suit. I suspect that there must be a copy of eva in the system of Yongye City." Chi Yan Still joking heartlessly, he is always so marginal, sometimes sensational, sometimes secondary two.

Yellow hair wiped the sweat on the forehead, opened the system panel and saw that the time limit for takeaway had expired, and the punishment buff obtained after the mission failed, with a chuckle smile. He had to continue his task, the reality is that fucking.

The player could not see him, and he would not know that the person who helped him stood by. He kept looking up at the red light that was lit at the door of the operating room.

Will it be saved?

His father, in the real world, if such an accident occurs, will he be saved?

Can he pray?

If there is really a **** in this world, if tomorrow will really be better, then let him see one hope, even one.

In the operating room, the doctor who acts as a player pours the therapeutic agent into the patient's mouth while others are not paying attention. After waiting for a while, the medicine took effect, the patient's heart rhythm returned to normal, and her breathing gradually stabilized. She sighed with relief.

At the end of the operation, she put down the appliance, and when she was about to leave, the familiar prompt sounded.

"Ding! Good hands, 15 points."

"Ding! Survival value is full, your teammates are awake."

Surprise fainted in her eyes. She did not care to greet others, took off her mask and pushed open the door to go out. Waiting for her outside were the players weeping outside the door and the cheers from the far end of the corridor.

"Wake up, someone wakes up!"

Spectators who were comatose because of the poisonous gas in their bodies were allocated to the major hospitals in the city because of the excessive amount, and this hospital is also among them.

Her teammates are here too, and they are running towards her now.

A hug in exchange for cheers.

The player just stood at the door of the operating room just now. He looked at the joyful scene in front of him and looked back at his father who was pushed out by the nurse.

He endured tears and reached out his hand, touching his head like he did to him countless times when he was a kid.

"You have to be good."

"I will be fine too."

"Even if I don't meet again, I will live alive."

The sound of joy drowned his crying, and the sound spread far away, causing the yellow hair who had walked out of the hospital to stop again and look back.

Across the road, in a parked taxi, Su Miaomiao put on sunglasses and restarted the car. When the car started slowly, she picked up the intercom in the car and said, "Wake up again, friends, how are you there?"

"Sloppy."

"I have two here, push it a little more and it will probably wake up."

"I said, isn't this Jin Cheng's job? Why are we doing it now?"

"The limelight can't let him out alone."

"It sounds like you're in the limelight. If you want to be in the limelight, then go for a banner, or make a big-horn broadcast throughout the city, just say that our red team is born..."

"Isn't this a good example to learn from Lei Feng..."

"I rarely do good deeds once. I warn you not to extinguish my enthusiasm, otherwise you will be blackened in minutes."

"..."

The taxi was far away, and the babble of the voice was scattered in the wind, and I could no longer hear it.

Under the tree by the road, just less than three meters from the taxi stop, someone looked at the back of the car away, and did not move for a long time.

The eighth in the Red List, Meng Zhen. He had prevented Jin Cheng and Tang Cuo from killing Lin Yandong at the beginning of the celebration, but when he stood in front of the game machine in the game hall, he hesitated.

In the end, he still didn't receive the evil spirit badge.

Perhaps it is because he actually understood from the beginning to the end that Jin Cheng and Tang Cuo were right. All his struggles and hesitations were deceiving themselves.

Thinking of this, he turned his head to look at the direction of Yan Chiyan, and raised a signal firework. Seeing the fireworks blooming overhead, the bitterness in his eyes became firm.

As he had guessed before, the copy of "The Ghost Story is Coming" seems to separate the player and the audience, but in fact everyone is in this game.

In this bureau called life, no one is an audience. They can also indirectly affect the player's mission through interaction with npc.

As long as someone is willing to take action.

And in the entire Yongye City, like the scene in the hospital just now, it is not alone. When Meng Zhen got on the bus and left, there were also fireworks in the distance.

One after another fireworks light up the night.

"The opportunity appeared." Jin Cheng opened his eyes again in the office of the high-rise of the Financial Building and woke up from a brief entry. Tang Cuo, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, turned around and asked with his eyes.

Jin Cheng: "I don't know exactly what this opportunity is, and where it appears, but just during that time, those players who provided the power of my faith seem to have become more excited. The spirit sea can best reflect one The spiritual appearance of a person, a person with a strong enough soul, such as you, is not easily affected by the badge of evil spirits. I force them to believe in me, and I will support them. It is not as good as their own will. I think Lin Yandong also I'd love to see it like this."

Tang Cuo: "That's fine."

"It's really good." Jin Cheng smiled, his spirit seemed to recover a little, and stood up and said, "We should also seize the time, clear customs early, and end early."