I rely on my face to pretend to be poor in the world of infinite flow

At that time, the morning sun has appeared, but it has not yet risen.

The city is in half light and half shadow.

In early summer, the lush forests cover the southeast sky, and the morning glow in the sky is blown by the morning breeze, like a phoenix spreading its wings, gorgeous and magnificent.

The orange-red phoenix gradually dimmed and turned back into a cloud of light and dark.

The people on the ground looked up, and their vision passed through the bustling high-rise buildings, looking up at the clear sky like glass, waiting for the morning sun to rise, and the golden sunlight fell on the ground.

The clear breeze blew the girl's face, she closed her eyes slightly and opened them again, and saw the young man walking towards her under the light and shadow of the sun.

[Come on sister] Open your eyes and look at the person walking towards her against the light. Behind that person, the sun rises little by little, and the brilliant light shines on her world across that person.

Before she could see clearly, she blinked her dazzled eyes and subconsciously called him: "Yu Xingzhi."

The young man calmly stopped in front of her, blocked the light from his dazzling eyes, and tilted his head slightly to look at her: "Huh?"

She opened her eyes and saw the other person clearly. She was standing there in a smoky blue suit and a snow-colored shirt, with a casual posture, like a male model waiting to be photographed in a pictorial.

His long black hair was tied behind him, and his bangs made his bright and perfect face look clean and gentle, but his maroon eyes were too cool, and he looked at people with his head slightly tilted like this, making people involuntarily open their eyes wide. My heart trembled slightly, I didn't know whether it was awe from the absolute beauty or a harbinger of danger deep in my soul.

In fact, there was nothing wrong with that person, the corners of the rose-colored lips seemed to have an indistinct curvature, gentle and reserved, but the retro gold-rimmed lenses did not look friendly, and there was a sense of distance that could not be touched.

Tan Yaozu nodded slightly, full of gentlemanly elegance and subtlety, except that his chestnut-colored gentle eyes looked at people without blinking, and did not take care of the tension that the other party had for him.

"Sorry," the girl with the ball head said apologetically after seeing the person in front of her clearly, "I mistaken you and that person."

The extravagant voice murmured, "Well, it's okay. But, what are you doing here?"

The girl with the ball head looked at the street to the east, and the golden sunshine from the horizon was like a carpet paving an avenue.

"I want to see how the sun rises on my favorite map."

"The scenery here looks very ordinary, why is it my favourite?"

"Because, it's very similar to what my grandmother remembers. Unlike your NPCs, our interstellar people have many types, and a small part of the race is said to be the descendants of humans who left before the end of the blue star. Like the inheritance in the game, our interstellar people also have A kind of inheritance, the ancestors left some things they mastered, such as language, in the AI ​​and left them to the younger generations to inherit. The pictures in the memory are also a kind, when it was handed down to the grandmother, the information about Lan Xing had been fragmented. But I Still got a little clip."

The girl with the ball head said, slowly forgetting the nervousness and subconscious fear of this person.

The man's unblinking gaze, as if he was listening intently, made her speak.

"That was when a certain ancestor was very young. She was a child when she left Blue Star, and her home was in a city similar to this map. There will be a holiday after the exam, and you can wear beautiful long skirts in summer. It was still cold in a skirt when I got up early in the morning, and I was waiting for the first ray of sunshine from the east on the street in front of my house. She would wear her favorite skirt every day and wait for the first ray of sunshine.”

"There is a plant called locust tree, which is full of white and fragrant flowers in early summer, and picks a bunch on tiptoe, and eats the petals and nectar with morning dew into the mouth, which is the taste of early summer in my memory. Flowers are planted in front of people’s houses, red in spring, blue irises in summer, and golden sunflowers in autumn.”

"This is a true memory of Blue Star that I have passed down from my ancestors from generation to generation." The ball-headed girl smiled, her eyes filled with morning dew, "I really want to see it with my own eyes in my lifetime. Such a beautiful scene. I thought I would never have the chance to reproduce that scene, but in this game, I really saw it. Really, thank you so much."

Tan Yaozu looked at her quietly, even looking very gentle: "Are you going to die?"

The girl with the ball head nodded: "I am indeed, I am about to die. No matter how technology develops, there will always be new diseases that are difficult to overcome, and people will always die. I have been ready since I was 14 years old. In order to accept the fact that I died, but I have never been able to be truly calm."

"Are you calm now?"

The ball-headed girl smiled and nodded, her clear eyes were serene: "I finally saw the blue star in my heart, and also saw the blue star before it died. People are the same as the stars, but the loneliness of the stars is not something that one person can control." Eliminated. I want to leave my figure in the most beautiful place in memory, and go offline to say goodbye here. Can the game be the same as reality? If a person dies, the place where her body stays will become nourishment , a bunch of flowers and a tree will grow on it, if it can be like this, it will be great, then I can be regarded as accompanying this star."

Tan Yaozu looked at her, the coolness in his maroon eyes seemed to fade away, turning into a clear river.

There was a faint smile on the corners of her rose-colored lips, and she whispered softly: "Although it's not possible, you can stay."

The ball-headed girl opened her eyes wide.

The demon king standing in front of her against the light made a soft promise: "After the body in reality dies, the image left in the game world will still exist, and become an aborigine of this blue star, and accompany it forever."

The girl's eyes were bent, and she got the best gift in her life: "This is the best adventure of the devil king I got. Thank you."

The morning breeze blows, the grass leaves are flying, and the clouds in the sky gradually dissipate like a phoenix.

On the grass in the distance, the children played the ball earnestly with bare feet, the skirt of the girl's white dress was blown by the wind, the paper-carved white crow flew into the sky, and the white feathers woven into heavenly steps opened a door.

Greet the birth of one human being after another, and watch one human being fall into sleep after another.

Fireflies grow from rotten grass, life and death fight in the food chain, bones turn into soil, and flower trees grow.

It is the cruelty of the stars, but also the gentleness.

……

In the vast and boundless universe, on a certain hospital bed, a certain lonely creature is saying goodbye to all the acquaintances.

Calmly take off the terminal on the wrist, and bid farewell to this world after taking one last breath.

"I love you as much as you love me, goodbye, now, I'm happy."

The disappearance of a person is just an insignificant little sigh to the world.

However, the follow-up that followed may have nothing to do with that person.

In the game world, the space distance is very far apart, and the relationship between people may become more abundant.

Many people know that the player named [Sister Come on] died of a terminal illness. Before that, they thought she was just an ordinary person like them.

Players bid farewell to her memorial service offline, and gathered online to mourn.

"Let's take pictures in the scenery she likes, she likes these the most." The boy who cried the saddest wiped away his tears, trying to do something meaningful.

Then, when they were discussing the girl's life on the map, the door of a resident's room behind them opened, and a girl with a picnic basket came towards them.

She hesitated for a while, regretting that her undeveloped body could not wear the skirt beautifully because of the disease.

"Hey, I hope I didn't scare you guys."

Hearing the familiar voice, relatives and friends paused: "Am I hallucinating, I seem to hear my sister's voice?"

"Not only did I hallucinate, I also hallucinated, and I saw her."

Only one person rushed over in disbelief, looking at her with the same smile as before with red eyes.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

"Is it a trace of my sister's past? It's really great. If my uncle and aunt know, it will be very comforting."

The girl hesitated for a moment: "Although you can think so, but I think it's more like, I changed a form and survived in the game."

Everyone, speechless.

……

In a short period of time, posts similar to stories like "My relatives and friends who died in reality, she appeared in the game..." spread all over the game community and social media.

At the beginning, no one believed them, and they all thought they were playing ghost games. Some thought it was writing a novel, while others thought it was an insult to their IQ.

But as more and more insiders supplemented and testified, soon almost the entire StarCraft knew that a certain player who died in reality appeared in the game "Doomsday Hell" after death.

If it is just a data NPC, but she is lifelike and knows everything about this player, including the contents of the secret diary when she was a girl. Even her parents would think that this is definitely their daughter's soul in front of her.

Is a ghost that appears in a game a real ghost?

There is still no contention in the field of philosophy and soul research, but a bigger storm has occurred.

Not only this player, but more and more people found that there are other dead players living in the game.

"Impressions? I don't have any impressions. I feel that it is similar to before, but I can't log off. In the game, I feel like I am my own person, which is much simpler than before. When I was a player, I was really a second-class person. That's right."

"Of course I am me, not some data... nonsense, I remember that I am dead."

"What's so special about dying? When I was saying goodbye to the game, I met an NPC at the fruit stand next door. The old lady knew that I was going to die, and asked me if I would like to help her look at the fruit stand after I died. I think the NPC in this game is really sweet Big, maybe thought that he was a citizen of hell, so he agreed casually. I didn't expect to wake up in her house when I opened my eyes after death."

In the beginning, it was a mixture of sorrow and joy, with some warm scenes. People in reality could not accept the departure of the dead, and returned to the game to say goodbye to each other. Some people simply came to the game from time to time, as if their relatives just went to another urban life.

But then confusion ensues, with some of the dead claiming they were murdered, while the accused interstellars argue that it was a conspiracy by the game.

Suddenly, a conspiracy theory popped up on the hot search: Did the game kill these players and imprison the player's consciousness in the game?

This perception has been accepted by many who have been unable to bring their loved ones back to reality.

"Games took my child! Games killed him!"

"This is an insult to the dead. The game deliberately uses the dead as a gimmick to attract people. I am sure that my lover is dead. The one in the game is fake, just data! I can't accept that they dare to play with our feelings like this."

"You are fake, no one can replace her in my heart, even if you look like me, I still remember, my she died, I lost her forever, I will not let anyone replace her, you are fake , you shouldn't exist!"

Some people even attack NPCs in the game, thinking that if they kill them, they can take them out of the game.

Some want the impostors gone, thinking they defile the dead themselves, and want them to die.

"But, I am really me. I am very happy that I can stay in the game I like in this form. I am very happy to see you again and continue to live in the world in another way."

"Why can you make decisions for me? Decide for me that I should disappear?"

"My existence insults your love? Is your love for me above me? Because you love me, you can directly decide for me that I should die?"

This incident has erupted a great contradiction in reality. On the basis of ethics and legal principles, countless controversial things are happening, and there is no solution for the time being.

Some people hope that these NPCs will disappear and die, while others are happy that they exist and try their best to maintain and protect them.

Some people advocate the wishes of the deceased, while others think that people in the game have no right to decide the property in reality, even if it belongs to the deceased himself.

These contradictions all point to the game in the end, thinking that everything is a conspiracy of "Doomsday Hell".

"This game, no matter what it wants to do, is too dangerous, block it!"

"Bah! What do I care about sexual quarrels between greedy human beings?"

"I hope that the game will release a questionnaire, similar to the donation of remains after death. I hope that when I die, I will donate my soul to the game and become an NPC in the game. I can't break through the tenth level of spiritual power to live forever, but I hope Live this way."

"Yes, I hope it's fair! Why are they all players? Some people can continue to live after they die. Why does my relative die? There is no him in the game! Doesn't he deserve to live as an NPC?"

"Ah, I met that famous medical scientist in the game. I used to be his student, and he continued to study medical skills in the game, but told me, because the game is very different from reality, some research cannot be done. To continue, I need my assistance. Think about it, how much human spiritual wealth can continue because of this! Why should the game be blocked? It should be strongly supported!"

"I found my wife in the game. One of my favorite articles, my wife passed away unexpectedly before I finished writing it. I was sad for a long time. I didn't expect to see her in the game! I didn't expect my wife to be in the game. I actually finished writing the follow-up in the code words, madam, you are so kind, I love you forever! Talk about the joy of chasing texts in the game!"

"I'm dying. I hope the game will allow me to continue living as an NPC. If possible, I hope I can choose my identity in the game. I can donate all my inheritance to the game..."

"…I beg the producer to look at me. My grandfather is a hero. He has been suffering from illnesses for more than ten years and has lost his mind. The family wants to implement euthanasia. I don't want him to disappear like this. Please the producer Let grandpa live in the game!"

"My child is only so young, her life is over before it even started, please let her live, I just want to see her again..."

"...If people are not allowed, can pets be allowed? My cat is very cute, turning a cat into an NPC will not affect any of you's wishes!"

……

There are many disturbances, and all living beings are in various states.

In the midst of the quarrel, no one in "Doomsday Hell" came out to express their opinions, and everyone finally calmed down from the quarrel, thinking that this game has never seemed to have any decent official status.

It's like, this game appears in everyone's terminal with a strong self-care, never shifting or changing according to anyone's wishes.

The dead just exist there, no matter anyone's hatred or true love, they will never disappear, nor will they return to reality.

No matter how many people begged or cursed, some became NPCs, some were rejected, there is no standard to judge.

Even if someone donated a lot of money, nothing was promised without any promise.

Some people became NPCs after death, and his coins were converted into hell currency and returned to his NPC account. Some people just died after they died, and the coins sent to the game company were returned to his account during his lifetime.

The game is like a demon king who does whatever he wants, watching all the devils with cold eyes, and rewards the players for their adventures lightly according to their mood.

But for the players of the game, they actually vaguely know what the game likes.

Although it is a game called "Doomsday Hell", and although the biggest boss of the game is called the Demon King, the game seems to prefer players to be friendly and help each other, and hopes that players will be good people.

The game rewards friendly players and punishes indiscriminate killing.

From this perspective, the game seems to welcome kind-hearted players to become natives.

Players did not dare to speak out their guesses, because they had a premonition that someone would criticize them, questioning how the game judges whether a person is good or bad. Could it be that a noble dead person has not changed because he opposed the game turning people into NPCs? If he becomes their NPC, can others take it for granted that he is a bad guy?

After all, it's just the players' guesses. In this panic-stricken situation, everyone doesn't want to blackmail the game.

Of course, not recruiting gangsters does not mean that you have to be as quiet as a chicken, give up the right to speak to a group of hot chickens, dare to enforce the law on the Internet, abuse and spread rumors, you must spray him to death, and let them know how many kind, friendly, kind and lovely people will help Meng Xinhe, the hell player who helped the NPC grandmother cross the road, may have been a well-known cancer that killed you in other games before.

What kind of game, there is what kind of players.

What kind of player the game hopes to have, the player will show what kind of player.

In the midst of such hustle and bustle, three days later, the real final battle, called the Battle of the Demon King by the players, came as expected without being influenced by any will.

Before the decisive battle against the Demon King, ten players gathered to discuss tactics.

The dead ball head girl, although she became an NPC and existed in the game, but the final battle belongs to the player, no matter what, she is no longer a player, and her place will be replaced by the No.11 survivor.

That player has always been very strong, and he was eliminated at the last moment to protect his teammates. He deserved his name in the top ten.

Even in other games, these ten players are all well-known players on the list, except for one discordant factor.

Disharmony factor Yu Xingzhi sat quietly next to Xie Cha, not only was his strength discordant, but his overly outstanding and perfect appearance was also disharmonious.

Although everyone was fighting on the same map before, because Yu Xingzhi hardly saw any contribution from the beginning to the end, Xie Sha was behind him the whole time, and they had never even met each other. Some people had even heard of that hell The vase with the title of the first beauty has no idea what he looks like.

This pre-war strategy meeting is the real first.

I hadn't seen anyone before the meeting, and the joke about Xie Cha and Yu Xingzhi had been circulated among the players countless times, and all the ugly and sarcastic things were said.

After meeting-

In my heart: [Fuck, is it just true? 】

In his mouth: "Yu Xingzhi?"

The young man who was named naturally raised his head, looked at the player with a stern expression, his water blue eyes were clear and clear: "I am. What's the matter?"

【Grass!Lao Tzu's heart beats wildly!This is really...]

The iron-blooded straight man had no expression on his face: "Oh. It's all right."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head coldly, beat his chest with his hands, exerted too much force, and let out a cough.

The other person frowned and looked at him with distaste while turning his pen: "Yu Xingzhi, isn't it... a man has survived with his face, tsk."

The pen in his hand kept falling to the ground, and while picking up the pen with an irritable sound, he kept making a muffled sound, frowning and couldn't help looking at the young man sitting there.

Even with loose long hair, the appearance of youth will never be mistaken for gender, but excessive beauty is beyond gender.

No matter how disgusted, human beings cannot refuse beauty.

It's as if they showed disgust intellectually, but praised uncontrollably in their hearts.

The villain in my heart screamed: 【That person is too good-looking too! 】

A text message was sent in the terminal group: "To push the boss together with this vase, I feel like I will be dragged down."

Sending a text message: "A man who uses his face as a vase can live a better life than me, I feel sour..."

In my heart: [It is said that the devil likes him, I think it is okay to use a beauty trick! 】

Newsletter: "How many thighs has he hugged? The dungeon is so dangerous, and there are still people in the mood to fall in love?"

In my heart: [No wonder the price of the trading company to invite Yu Xingzhi to play with me has been increasing, I thought those people were mocking, if I had money, I would also like to invite him to play with me. 】

Text message: "Don't look at it, he doesn't charge it now. What's the use of being beautiful?"

Text message: "Why, didn't Xie Sha recharge with him? Then what is he trying to do?"

Text message: "You don't understand the world of the boss. In fact, my thighs are also very thick. If you don't mind, he can hug you."

A row of text messages: "..."

silence.

"...I'm sorry, I accidentally typed out what was in my heart. But it's really beautiful."

"Yangou!" He hates iron but not steel.

"Please turn left and look up, and say this word to Killing God, thank you."

"You are so hypocritical!"

After uttering these five words, a dignified female player raised her head, brushed the hair next to her ear, tilted her head and stared lazily at Yu Xingzhi, and blinked: "Do you want to exchange the terminal number?"

Xie Sha's hand clenched Yu Xingzhi's, his dark eyes were cold and tired, and he looked at her quietly with an incomprehensible expression: "He doesn't have a terminal, do you want my terminal number?"

Meiyan Yujie, slightly stiff: "No, thank you."

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