First Player Chapter 891

  Chapter 891 Chapter eight hundred and eighty-nine · "White Snow in the City (Part 2

  Twelve locations, each station symbolizes the life of the residents in the city.

  Collecting this information bit by bit, Su Mingan gradually realized that there seemed to be an unknown iceberg hiding under the sea, which might set off a raging tsunami at any time. It will explode at some point and drown everything.

  The penultimate stop, Inaya Daiichi High School. Su Mingan met the head teacher Xia Jiawen.

  Xia Jiawen was well-dressed today, wearing a suit and leather shoes, holding flowers, and wearing gold-rimmed glasses. Standing at the school gate, she didn't know who she was waiting for.

   "Student Su, it turns out that you skipped class to do charity." Xia Jiawen saw the bread in Su Mingan's hand: "Work hard, and the teacher will forget that you don't ask for leave every day."

  Su Mingan's gaze was fixed on the rose in Xia Jiawen's arms.

   "Hush." ​​Xia Jiawen waved his hand immediately: "Today is a very important day for me, don't make a fuss, it will spoil my good deed."

  Su Mingan glanced inside the school gate. Apart from the students who were playing basketball, there was also a tall female teacher standing there. It seemed that Xia Jiawen was interested in her, so she deliberately waited for someone to get off work at the school gate with roses in her arms.

   "Teacher Xia..." Su Mingan said.

   "Go, go, don't stand here, light bulb." Xia Jiawen waved his hands again and again.

  Su Mingan coughed and followed Li Mingyue to leave, so he wouldn't remind Xia Jiawen that he can't wear a suit and shorts when confessing his love.

   "—You haven't come to class for the past few days, I have compiled all the cultural knowledge you lack into an electronic document and sent it to you, remember to read it, don't waste your studies!"

   Xia Jiawen's voice came from behind.

  Su Mingan waved his hand and continued walking.

  【TE7·Perfect clearance progress: 25%】

   At the penultimate stop, in an abandoned library, Su Mingan met a young blond businessman who was flipping through books.

  The blond businessman did not pray for food like other residents, but stood quietly aside. Su Mingan approached, and the blond businessman spoke.

   "Hello, are you a clergyman?" The blond businessman was carrying a bag and had a slender figure.

   "Is there something wrong?" Su Mingan responded.

   "Oh, it's true. I've always envied you priests, as long as you use the excuse of 'serving the gods', you can do everything in a fair manner." The blond businessman said.

   "Are you okay?" Su Mingan repeated.

   "It's okay. I'm a businessman, I just want to ask you if you need to buy something, my complaint doesn't affect our transaction, does it?" said the blond businessman.

   "What do you have?" Su Mingan asked.

"Letters, photos, books, and diaries are all made of paper. Unlike other merchants, I am only happy to collect written items from the ruins. These words record the last attachments of the dead and injured. Before they starved to death, Maybe there are good memories left, I don't want these items to weather out," said the blond businessman.

   "It sounds nice, but it's actually picking up other people's relics and selling them for money." Su Mingan said.

"Hehe." The blond businessman smiled. He wore a mask that covered half of his face, only showing a pair of azure blue eyes. Personnel, do you want to trade with me? Any food, water, and medical items can be exchanged, maybe the diary in my backpack has the information you need?"

  Su Mingan listened to the tone of the blond businessman, and was a little alert: "Are you a god?"

  His bet with the gods has already begun, and any key person he meets may be a god. I don't know if the blond businessman in front of me is a key person, but he is definitely more important than the old grandpas, grandmas and others I met before.

   "God?" The blond businessman smiled unabated: "You want to designate me as a god?"

  The blood-red prompt popped up at this moment, and the special effects were extremely scary.

  【Do you think the blond businessman in front of you is a "god"? 】

  【Once the designation is confirmed, it cannot be changed. 】

   "No, I didn't mean that." Su Mingan shook his head.

   There are a total of ten days, so don't rush to identify directly, maybe someone more suspected of being a **** has not yet appeared.

   "I want all your things." Su Mingan said.

  The other party sells information. Even if Su Mingan doesn't buy it, some players will still buy it if they meet this merchant later on.

   "Ah, big customer! I love you so much!" The blond businessman wanted to hug Su Mingan hard, but Su Mingan avoided him. Dust fell from the bookcases on both sides, and the thick spines of the books rolled on the ground. The businessman seemed to want to hug him, but Su Mingan directly punched him on the chin.

   "Your fist is really soft." The blond businessman took half a step back without getting angry: "Okay, then let's start trading directly."

  He took off the backpack, which was piled up with snowflakes of paper, photo albums, diaries, and letters. They are written items left by others.

  【Pay "two pieces of blue-level and above equipment" in exchange for things from the blond merchant. 】

  Su Mingan took out two pieces of blue-level equipment from his backpack. He fought for a long time in the Battle of Dawn of the Ninth World, and picked up a lot of blue-level and green-level equipment. After the transaction was completed, he carried his backpack and walked out of the library.

  The blond businessman stood in the library, looking at Su Mingan's back, his gaze moved slightly.

  【TE7·Perfect clearance progress: 30%】

  The last stop is the square in the center of the city.

  As soon as Li Mingyue arrived, the sallow and emaciated people immediately gathered around. The white pigeons on the square "crashed" and flew over the old clock tower and old trees.

  Su Mingan sat by the fountain, flipping through the contents of his schoolbag to see if there was any useful information.

  He took out one paper after another:

  A beautiful wedding photo, with the date written several years ago on the back. The bride and groom in the photo are smiling happily, without any special information.

  A handwritten poster, which should have been pasted on the side of the street, said [A beautiful girl can be exchanged for four bread], and the transaction address and number were written below.

A letter that seemed to have been bombed and was completely black on the paper was scrawled on the letter: [Xiaoyong, your father's illness has improved a lot recently, your grandma's skill of making noodles has been passed down, and now the whole family is very happy ,And so you go home. Come back as soon as possible, okay? 】

  A postcard with a picture of a roller coaster was torn in half, leaving blood stains: [Mom, where are you? Why didn't you come back after you went out to find food yesterday, you will come back every day. Mom, I heard bad guys knocking on the door, they seem to be coming in...]

   Su Mingan looked at it for a while. These are all relics abandoned in the ruins. When the contents of the backpack were almost gone, he finally found one that was relevant to him.

  A torn piece of paper:

  【The white Chaoyan flower means the birth of a miracle, and the blessings of the world will be engraved in your soul forever. I wish you a bright life, good health and eternal success. Life after life, forever and ever.

   Life after life, life after life.

  Eternal life, eternal life.

   Please let me find you, please let me wait until you.

  The white bird will guide me, the black bird will remember me. I would also like to turn into a bird, praying for the day when the Supreme Word Spirit is established, and praying for the day when a miracle is born!

  —God, grant us forgiveness.

   (Simple strokes: the match figure holds a long sword and pierces a bird with long and narrow tail feathers)]

   This note is beautifully written. Writers should be fanatics of the gods. It was because of the mention of "Chaoyan Flower" that Su Mingan noticed this note.

  …This stick figure is interesting. A man is killing a bird. What does this imply?

  Su Mingan thought for a moment, packed his schoolbag, and sat by the fountain, with the spring water flowing behind him. Li Mingyue was still distributing relief items, but she didn't say anything when she saw Su Mingan being lazy.

  People are coming and going, and the loudspeakers in the square broadcast the daily news:

"Recently, there have been more and more suicides by jumping off buildings. The Holy Alliance strongly condemns this behavior. Human life belongs to the gods. To commit suicide early to end one's life is disrespectful to fate, and it is not conducive to the spread of positive emotions in society. National laws and regulations. Please cherish life and refuse to commit suicide, life will become more and more perfect..."

suicide?

  Su Mingan thought about it. He had indeed heard a lot of news about suicide by jumping off a building along the way. Recently, there were a lot of people who committed suicide. Probably because people can't accept the end of the world and can't persist in living.

  The radio is still playing soothing music: "Please cherish life and live actively. Please believe that life will become better and better..."

   "Boom!"

   There was a heavy bang, and Su Mingan turned his head to see that there was also a distribution office on the other side of the square, but the distribution there was tobacco.

   "—no money to buy any tobacco, get out!"

  A skinny old man was pushed to the ground, scratching his head like a patient who has quit addiction: "Give me tobacco, give me tobacco... Please, please..."

  However, the man who sells tobacco has no mercy, and directly makes up for it, telling the old man to go away, and don't hinder him from doing business.

  Everyone else made a detour to the old man who was in pain. Even those who wore gold and silver did not help.

  Most people were wearing thin, worn-out clothes, passing by like refugees, hunched over, unable to even get enough food and clothing, and their eyes had long since faded. Someone bowed his head and coughed, with huge swollen bumps on his body. Someone fell down on the side of the road, staring helplessly at the begging change in the bowl, immersed in the fantasy of tobacco manufacturing, and drooling.

   "Hey hey hey, so happy, so happy..."

  They rolled on the ground, hugged their crippled bodies, and showed happy smiles in the joy of spirit.

  Happiness is an obligation and must be obeyed.

  Happiness is an obligation, so smile.

   "Haha, hahahaha, so happy, so happy..." The residents wriggled like maggots, even if they were on the verge of starving to death, their faces were full of smiles.

  It is obviously a **** of hunger and cold, and worms twisted by human beings are crawling everywhere, but people seem to live in heaven, talking and laughing, and no one dares to shed tears.

  Seeing such a scene, Su Mingan's chills intensified.

"We will be committed to improving people's lives. On the premise of dispelling the black fog on the front line, we will protect the lives of urban residents in the rear. Please believe that life will become happier..." The positive female voice in the loudspeaker is still calling, brisk and lively The music echoed in the world, like the most suitable music.

  The song that best suits hell.

  Su Ming'an couldn't help thinking—this is really like a group of deaf-mute people covering their ears and closing their eyes. They can't see or hear anything except the concept of “happiness”.

  For the future of the "human" species, human beings "alienated" themselves into deaf-mute monsters.

Beside   , Li Mingyue finally finished distributing all the relief supplies and walked towards Su Mingan.

   "It's over, let's go back." Li Mingyue said.

   "..." Su Mingan was silent.

   "Have you ever seen such a scene?" Li Mingyue observed his expression.

"…No."

"The field of vision is too grand, and these things will indeed be overlooked. War seems to be hundreds of millions or even billions of casualties, but it is equivalent to a vast universe when it is calculated for each person. In the eyes of ordinary people, every family is important to them. As far as they are concerned, they are all a universe. Even a reduction of the number '1' is equivalent to the collapse of the universe in their eyes." Li Mingyue said.

   "Wen Sheng. Don't take drugs to stabilize the mind, and don't use similar abilities too much. Otherwise, you will be like those lunatics on the ground." Li Mingyue sighed.

   "Have you heard it? Just 'hmm' if you hear it."

   "Forget it, let's go."

  Su Mingan got up and walked forward, but suddenly stopped.

  A little girl who looked about eight or nine years old rolled at his feet, with a grinning smile on her face, her limbs twisted abnormally, laughing and drooling:

   "Hee hee hee...Happiness, happiness..."

   "Mom... Where is Mom... Mom took a lot of medicine, Mom disappeared..."

  Blood shot covered her pupils, the clarity and immatureness that should have belonged to her age had long since disappeared, leaving only the hazy yellow turbidity like an old woman and the spiritual dream caused by tobacco in her eyes.

A few white pigeons stayed on her head, seeming to wonder whether the pair of pupils were eyes or food, and why they showed such a strange color. They touched the little girl's rough face, as if judging whether it was a human or some kind of maggot .

  There are a few pitch-black vultures circling in the sky, not knowing what they are waiting for.

  Su Mingan wanted to touch her, but the little girl suddenly jumped up like a kite with a broken string, and rushed out, rushing into the crowd, and soon disappeared. The vultures followed her and the crowd, like well-behaved pets waiting to be fed, waiting for the food to turn into delicious carcasses.

  Su Mingan stretched out his hand halfway, and slowly retracted it, leaving only the female voice of "Calling for Happiness" on the loudspeaker.

  His eyes darkened and he didn't say anything.

   "Let's go." Li Mingyue repeated in a low voice.

   "Clatter—"

  The white dove flapped its wings, and the bell tower sounded vicissitudes of life. The white wings cover the sky and block out the sun, even the sunlight.

  The bishop in a white robe walked in front, and the young man in a white robe walked behind, pulling out a long overlapping shadow.

  White doves sang happy songs above their heads, and their pure white feathers were like spring snow.

  【TE1·Perfect clearance progress: 40%】

  (end of this chapter)

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