A Midnight Escape Story for Farmers

The elevator wobbled slightly and sank downward.

There is no light source inside the narrow iron box, and after the double doors are closed, it is plunged into absolute darkness.

Fang Shiqing groped back, and slowly found the corner of the elevator, and sat down.In the darkness, he could only hear the sound of his own heartbeat and breathing, as well as the distant background sound of the external iron sheet rubbing against each other.

He felt so peaceful that he hadn't had such pure peace and relief for a long time.This simply gave him the illusion that he was not walking towards a monster that would kill him in a sinking narrow elevator, but was sitting in a rickety bus on his way home.

— on the way home, on the way.

This is very good, he thought, and it couldn't be better.

I have seen netizens discussing what kind of suicide method is the most peaceful and painless and will not cause trouble to others.

My current situation is probably the essence of this answer: instead of causing trouble to others, it can help my teammates.

In the case of no way out, by giving up one's own life, in exchange for the chance of other people's survival - this kind of death is so logical, almost to the point where it can be called "sacrifice", it will definitely be remembered by others , Catch up with the death day, maybe you can get a few pillars of incense.

Such a noble word can be placed on a person like myself, which is really worthless to a meaningless life while alive.

However, it is not appropriate.

He is very clear that what he has done has nothing to do with "nobility" in essence.

Of course he wanted other players to live a good life.Everyone has their own reasons for nostalgia for life and reality, and they are all willing to work hard to survive, even by any means; this desire for life alone is much stronger than him.But the reason why he chooses the current method is definitely not out of any selfless thought of self-sacrifice, but just because he wants to do it himself.

It's just because he didn't dare to face his wish frankly, so he deliberately found a fig leaf for himself.

He likes playing games very much.There are hundreds of millions of people who play games in this world, but they can be summed up into three types: the first type is playing games as a career, such as e-sports players, live broadcast anchors, and game planners; Games are used to relax the body and mind, usually play moderately, and manage the boundaries between entertainment and work very clearly.You Qingyu is probably this type, she played a lot of games, and she didn't fall behind in her studies.

The third type... is the one who fails in real life and has to hide in the virtual world to find comfort.Rather than saying that the game is addictive, it is better to say that the sense of accomplishment and control can only be found in the game, so it is increasingly impossible to return to the real world.

He thinks he is that kind of person.

Once frustrated, hide in the game; once there is a situation that cannot be faced, hide in the game.Once you lose something, hide back in the game.

Everything is always going well in the game.As long as you exercise hard, you can improve your physical attributes; as long as you give the right gifts, you can increase the favorability of NPCs; as long as you work hard, you can make your life better and better.Everything falls into place, predictable and manageable.

He also thought about whether he really likes games that much, or is he just addicted to the sense of accomplishment and control brought by games?Or, just use this excuse to avoid reality?

——If possible, wouldn’t it be nice to be able to escape forever?Wouldn't it be great if I could hide in the game forever, escape from reality forever...

So he likes this fake game world.Here I live in a remote town like a paradise, with a healthy body, inherited a farm, can meet many friends, earn money step by step, and move towards a bright and predictable future—if I can get rid of the night and the dungeon Shadows, that's even better.

After all, he didn't want to go back to the right life at all.Rather than saving up to 200 million and then going home, he hopes to stay in this false world forever and play an endless game forever——

Even if the price is death, loss of personality, or turning into an NPC in the game, that doesn't matter.Anyway, it is a life that does not make any contribution to others or society.

Of course he knew that this mentality was very unhealthy, and it might even be some kind of mental illness.So every time a similar idea pops up, I will change the topic in my heart as soon as possible; so I find a lot of reasons to stop it, such as - it will cause psychological shadows to others, it will bring pressure to teammates, everyone loves life so much How can I not love, I am so sorry for all the people in the world who died before they lived enough, life is so beautiful——

And so on, the net is a bunch of high-sounding excuses.

But only your own heart cannot be deceived.Life is good, of course it is.But life like a dirty glass bead, if meaningful, is very limited and very... boring.

Glass beads are not worth smashing, but if they can be exchanged for better treasures, then what can't be destroyed.

To get to the bottom of it, what he's doing now is just to realize his own wishes, and it's just self-satisfaction, which is the most selfish behavior.

What's funny is that he has the courage to carry out this matter because he has to wrap it with a layer of righteousness "to keep other players alive".

In fact, this is also an escape.My life seems to be non-stop——constantly escaping, as if escaping can prevent those unpleasant things from catching up with me.

However, this long journey can finally come to an end.

——I will be able to reach the end of my dream soon.

There was a slight tremor coming from the bottom of the elevator in contact with the ground, bringing a slight sense of weightlessness.The double doors in front of him slid open again silently, and bright white light spilled in.

Fang Shiqing stood up, patted the rust on his body, and walked slowly towards the door.

The BOSS—that three-meter-tall mosaic monster stood quietly a dozen meters away, looking at him with its eyes open.

He originally thought that no matter how much he watched before, he would be more or less afraid of the monster when he was in front of it.Unexpectedly, although the height of the BOSS is still the same, the aura is not as good as before. It seems that the pressure is much weaker. I don't know if my mentality has changed or what has happened to it.

BOSS moved its long legs with three joints, swayed forward two steps, and stopped again.Fang Shiqing looked up at its face, wondering if it was an illusion, but he actually read the taste of joy and fear from that dead face.

——Uh, is it... happy that it was finally able to finish the building?

This display of emotion makes it appear more personal, and further weakens the fear brought about by the alien's appearance.

The BOSS straightened its tapered arms, and the tip of the cone stuck to the ground. It moved quickly, and it turned out to be writing.

Fang Shiqing recalled the contents of the records picked up in the water, which said that the boss spends half of the day in a rage, and when he is not agitated, he can write and communicate.It seems that this boss is currently in a sedation period?

The words on the ground were written upside down, which greatly facilitated his reading.

"—Are you really willing to be a sacrifice to this building?" it reads.

"..."

No, everyone is already here, so what are you asking?Still making it official?

The river gods and immortals in myths and legends, when they accept boys and girls as sacrifices, they usually don't ask whether the sacrifices are willing or not, right?

Fang Shiqing continued to stare at the boss, but the boss turned his eyes away and avoided his sight.

"..." This attitude seems a bit strange.

If it wasn't for that face, he didn't know how long he had been dead, and if it wasn't for the fact that the environment was so bad, he would have mistakenly thought this was a courtship scene in a girl manga—"Would you like to be my sacrifice?" The protagonist took the heroine's hand and asked affectionately.

Seeing that he didn't respond for a long time, the boss scratched another sentence on the ground.

"I need blood, heart, and most of all, will. If it is not voluntary, it will do nothing to my building."

Fang Shiqing didn't quite understand this sentence.Does it mean that the "sacrifice" sent down must be voluntary to die?If he was forced to come down, can't he help him build a building?What's the point?

But the question didn't make sense to him.He tentatively asked: "If I volunteer, can your building be completed?"

The boss drew a tick on the ground.

"... Then, will I... die?"

The BOSS ticked again.

"After you fix the building, can my teammates, uh, the few people who were in the building with me, leave safely?"

The BOSS ticked again.

"—I see," he nodded, "I came here voluntarily."

It was quiet on the rooftop, and no one spoke for a while.

After Xiao Fengdi went down, there was no reply.The players watched the elevator fall a little bit, and their hearts sank. The specific feeling may vary from person to person, but no matter who they are, they can't really "feel joy because they survived."

"Brother Xiao...he should, be able to catch up?" Zeng Xin asked with trembling lips.

"It should be possible..."

You Qingyu lacked confidence in her words.

In fact, they are very clear that "whether they can catch up" is not the point.The point is, even if he is faster than the elevator and reaches the boss ahead of time, he may not be able to do anything.

That BOSS—is not something that a mere human can deal with.

The best result is that those two can escape from the boss.However, in that case, the players will still fall into the same deadlock as before.

"It will definitely work—"

Just halfway through a sentence, a white light flashed around him.

The familiar viscous squeeze came from all directions, and the next moment several people were thrown onto the messy construction site and fell into a pile indiscriminately.

"What is this... ah."

You Qingyu turned over and sat up, and saw the workers not far away who were halfway through their work looking at them curiously, and finally realized what happened just now.

--came back.

They came out of the copy.

This is the main scene of the game, the abandoned building that is being rebuilt.

He Xiangwu was planted on a pile of broken bricks, gasping for breath.He rolled from the bricks to the flat ground, and a pile of minerals and gems that were teleported immediately hit him.

He picked up a gem in a daze, silently hugged his head, and broke down and howled.

Zhao Jun was still dizzy when he fell out, and only woke up after rolling on the ground twice.He looked around in a daze, and it took him a while to come back to his senses.

"This is, it came out?... How did it come out?"

It was obvious that he escaped from death with great difficulty, but the situation in front of him was really not festive.When he saw the two girls hugging each other and crying, he became even more confused.

"What's the matter?...Where's Xiaofang? Where's the person?"

Gu Jinhong sat next to him, and after a long while, he slowly replied: "He probably isn't here anymore."

The whole body of BOSS was trembling violently, his four arms and slender legs couldn't help trembling, and his already cloudy eyes were wide open.It was so excited that it couldn't even draw steadily, and the lines written on the ground were crooked.

"Thank you," it read.

——I really didn't expect that I could still get thanks from the BOSS.Fang Shiqing felt absurd for a while, and then magically became a little happy again.

"It won't hurt," it continued. "If you feel scared, you can close your eyes."

"..."

How does it feel weird.

"It doesn't matter," Fang Shiqing said, "Anyway, a person can only die once in a lifetime, no matter how the experience is, there is no time to reminisce afterwards, right?"

The boss paused for a moment.He suddenly felt a chill between his chest and abdomen.

Sharp cones pierced his entire body, coming out from the back.The numbness spread rapidly from the stabbed place, and soon spread to the entire torso.

The pointed cone kept pushing forward. The BOSS walked up to him crookedly, bent down slightly, and grabbed his chest with a pair of normal arms.

The numbness this time spread faster than the one I experienced when I first arrived on the first floor, probably because it is now closer to the main body of the boss.

He just felt that his vision was also blurred.Reluctantly looking down, he saw a lot of red liquid dripping from his body; the hands probably tore open his chest with bare hands, penetrated the flesh and blood, broke the ribs, and held the beating heart inside.

Engineering students are always very practical in their speeches. The BOSS said that they need a heart of flesh and blood.

A human being without a heart must not be able to survive.

What a sublime anesthesia, he thought dazedly, that would disembowel a person without feeling—almost like—some kind of bee foraging.They inject toxins into the prey, and the prey loses the ability to resist and falls into a state of anesthesia, and then it can use the flesh and blood of the prey to conceive the next generation.

This BOSS is the queen bee entrenched in the deepest part of the abandoned building, and he wants to use the flesh and blood of the sacrifice to give birth to his brainchild - his building.