The Fourth Quadrant of Online Games

Wu Zheng looked at him slightly puzzled.

"That person is not as special as you imagined." Xiang Hong's tone was calm and there was a trace of pity, "Wu Zheng, you don't have to deceive yourself anymore, you have already noticed it, right? What are you talking about hating human beings?" Limitations, hope to lead human beings to break through themselves and enter a new era, these words are all lies. He may have deceived himself and you, but he cannot deceive me."

Wu Zheng's plain and watery face was a little turbulent, as if all the previous conversations were within his expectations, but now these are things he didn't expect and didn't want to hear.

"He despises the ugliness of human beings, but he can't get out of this restriction at all. He keeps saying that he is for all human beings, but in fact it is all for his own inflated desires and ambitions." Xiang Hong said slowly, "Otherwise, he Why at this moment, when he was about to die, did he rush to start Plan C, which had been shelved for ten years? In the thinking of ordinary people, this is not called putting everything in one basket for a lofty ideal, it is called jumping over the wall in a hurry."

He knew that what he said was really cruel, at least Wu Zheng's expression truly reflected this, and he himself couldn't feel it.

In the past years, he was at a loss and tried his best to escape from the swamp where he was born. During the long and painful process of self-denial, that man acted as his only lighthouse.

He deliberately forgot the selfishness and hatred shown by the man early on, and wishfully regarded the man as the goal of his life. He looked up at the great achievements made by the man and regarded it as the greatest achievement a person can achieve. , also regards chasing men and managing FREE for men as his ideal in this life.

Because of this, he forced himself to ignore how Xiang Renjie was an unscrupulous villain for the sake of his position, and even shifted the responsibility to his mother, believing that it was his mother who deceived the man and imprisoned him in a place where he didn't want to be treated. The place.Now think about it, a man who is willing to marry and have children with someone he doesn't like for the sake of resources, and then dismisses his own son, how can he pretend to have any great feelings in his heart?

It wasn't until he heard those words in the game, the longest words he heard from a man in his life, that he realized that it was time to wake up from his dream.

He was wrong, that's why, like now, in front of Wu Zheng, he took the initiative to raise the knife and stab it into the heart, and cut out the carrion with one knife.

"Perhaps he even managed to deceive himself. Giving a glorious reputation to selfish and narrow desires, it must be more comfortable when walking at night?" Xiang Hong chuckled, "I am as you all said As I said, I am weak, and I do some stupid things from time to time. I am not qualified to stand here and easily judge the man I changed to be my father, but I know what it is that I really want to save people.

A person who always sees the pain of others in his eyes, even though his own life is only so stumbling, but still always wants to take advantage of others.Anyone who is given a chance, wants to rush out to shield others from the wind and rain.In the eyes of his father, such a person may be very naive, with a look of foolishness from head to toe, but those little sparks that burst out in the most subtle places, accumulated over time, can really make him fall into the darkness like this Scoundrel, seeing a glimmer of true humanity dawning.

"I want to change the world, I want to change human beings. I am not qualified to deny such a wish." Xiang Hong said slowly, "However, those who can really implement this wish must not have the ambition to realize this wish. You Didn’t you find out, Uncle Wu? Excessive obsession with a single wish is the evil of human nature that my dad wants to deny. He couldn’t escape the cage of “me” in his whole life, until he was about to leave this world, he still wanted to die Clinging to the desire to survive, he wants to step on others to live. In my eyes, his life is worse than the mediocre beings he despises."

Wu Zheng looked away: "Xiaohong, have you never thought that letting a great man like your father live is a good thing for the entire human race?"

"Good things, bad things, who will judge this? Do you want to ask those players who are regarded as experimental products by you, ask about the big scene?" The fire that burned to ashes, "No one is qualified to put themselves thousands of years later, to comment on merits and demerits in advance. By the way, Uncle Wu, if you can talk to my dad, you can tell him, we have neither He thinks so hopelessly that he can live a decent future without his urgent rescue. He doesn't have to live so desperately. As for that plan C, it's better to suspend it. If you don't learn how to walk well, it's better to run in a hurry. Will be bruised and bruised, thank you for teaching me that over the years."

After he finished speaking, a sharp smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he stood up straight, and looked at the time.

"Qian Yida's press release should have been sent out. Before long, there will be countless reporters who want to break through the door of FREE. Uncle Wu, if you really have a little bit of FREE in your heart, it's not just that the man is irrelevant You can still save FREE for the last time. Take the initiative to close the server, apologize to the players, and end this matter. FREE will not die, as long as I am here, even if it fell to the bottom because of you today, I will It will also let it die and survive." Xiang Hong put his hand on Wu Zheng's shoulder lightly, "Because, this is my ideal."

Without waiting for Wu Zheng to express his opinion, he turned around and left the office first.

When he came and left, he didn't turn on the light. This may be the first time in more than ten years that he walked so steadily in the dark.

After Xiang Hong left, Wu Zheng sat motionless for a while, and let out a bleak laugh.

"Have you seen Mr. Xiang?" He murmured, "Your son, he has indeed grown up, and he has grown into a completely different appearance from you."

On the hospital bed a few kilometers away, above the head of the man lying like a log, the instrument flickered several times quickly and wordlessly, like an urgent sigh that could not be conveyed.

On the Big Hair Tuan, Pu Yiyang actually heard the man's last sentence "Don't go" very clearly.

"I'm sorry." He muttered and apologized to the person who couldn't hear, and finally rushed into the wormhole with the boat without hesitation.

At the moment he passed through, he clearly felt a strange feeling of being electrified all over his body and his scalp was tingling, because to be exact, his body and scalp were not here at all, so he couldn't help worrying whether this was something wrong or not. The reliable connection equipment has fallen, and his unlucky body will really be turned into coke by the electricity.

In the end, I don't know how long it took, maybe it was very long or very short, the feeling that his body was trembling with electricity, as if his soul would go out of his body if he didn't pay attention, finally subsided, and he was surprised to find that he had come to a magical place .

To say it is miraculous is not necessarily the case, because he is very familiar with this place.There is no spaceship, no darkness, this is the roof of the mathematics department building of Jiangcheng University, and the ginkgo trees in the courtyard are all brilliant yellow.

Wait, he thought, the time is not right.It was already winter, and it had just rained heavily the day before, and the lonely old trees by the side of their courtyard had already stripped off their golden clothes.

Immediately afterwards, he lowered his head and looked at himself, very well, the tattered robe that passed by disappeared, and he put on the permanent clothes again as if he had completed a one-click change. Pullover sweatshirt.

The people standing here are indeed no longer passing by in Delta, but Pu Yiyang in "reality".

There were some rustling sounds behind him, he turned around, just in time to see a man with his head lowered coming out of the small door leading to the rooftop.

The man had messy hair, half a pancake from the cafeteria in his mouth, a stack of messy draft paper and a few books in his hand, and he was looking up at him.

Pu Yiyang almost thought about whether he had time-traveled.

Maybe that mysterious wormhole was something like a time-space gate, and when he passed through it, he was kicked back to ten years ago with a plop.

The man a few steps away met his eyes, obviously startled, and saw him at a glance.

"You are..." Pu Zhengping's eyes widened like his son's, "Hey, I said, are you Xiao Yang?"

Pu Yiyang: "..."

Seeing his father, who was supposed to have turned to ashes long ago, jumping around alive and well, he still couldn't say anything.Even if I have seen it once on the Voyage Star, this psychological construction is still not so easy to complete.

At the very least, it was very close to his memory. The slovenly guy in a white-washed jacket was more pleasing to the eye than the hooded old stick he saw back then.

"I didn't expect you to find this place." Pu Zhengping scratched the back of his head and scratched his eyebrows, one leg beat out of tune on the ground, and it seemed to be the same Pu-style anxiety, "That, have you eaten yet? "

He handed over the half oily pancake in his hand.

Pu Yiyang: "...Thank you, I don't eat radish stuffing."

Pu Zhengping looked confused: "Ah? Didn't you love to eat when you were young?"

Pu Yiyang was a little sure that this was a genuine product, and maintained that indifference on his mouth: "So I don't like to eat it now."

His father had no choice but to take the pancake back resentfully, took a bite in his mouth, chewed a few times, as if embarrassed, put the pancake on the draft paper he had smeared black, and took another , wiped his hands nonchalantly.

Pu Yiyang heard the neighing neighing of Mr. Xiang, who was obsessed with cleanliness, in his head, and sighed with emotion on a whim. Fortunately, he was restrained a little by his mother, and he hadn't fully accepted his father's influence. Generally unkempt.

"Xiao Yang, I, I didn't make any preparations," Pu Zhengping said in a panic, "Why don't you sit down first?"

He moved a little to the side, revealing the seat where Pu Yiyang always sat.

That is also Pu Yiyang's father's favorite seat in his memory.

Pu Yiyang paused for a moment, then walked over, but instead of sitting down in the vacant place, he sat opposite the man.

"So, here is the sea of ​​nothingness?" He decided not to talk nonsense with the man, "What the hell is this place, and what are you?"

"How can you say that your father is a joke..." The man curled his lips slightly aggrieved, looked at Pu Yiyang again, and rubbed his oily hands, "Okay, Xiao Yang, you didn't say anything Wrong, I'm not actually your father."

Pu Yiyang didn't feel the slightest surprise, and looked at the man quietly, waiting for him to continue.

"I'm a piece of code left by your father back then. I have most of his memories and I'm used to thinking like him." The man also regained his composure and pointed to his temple. "In a sense, I am indeed Pu Zhengping, or rather, I am a projection of a part of his consciousness."

Pu Yiyang suppressed the turmoil in his heart and said, "He really uploaded his consciousness into the game?"

That Pu Zhengping shook his head, showing two rows of big white teeth: "It's a pity, Xiao Yang, he, or I didn't do this. I am not him, not a very complete him. You can understand that I am an AI with Inherited thinking and behavior patterns from him, but to put it bluntly, I don’t have an independent and complete soul.”

Pu Yiyang looked at the ginkgo trees downstairs that were happily yellow.

"So, why are you here?" he asked.

"Because I'm waiting for you." Pu Zhengping smiled wryly, "After completing Plan C, I felt uneasy for some reason. I always had a premonition that something might happen to me in a short time. Then I would never have the opportunity to sit here and talk to you. I think someday you will have a lot of questions that only I can answer... That's why I built this place. It's a The independent world is not in DELTA in essence. I built it to my favorite appearance, let myself stay here, and then set an access code."

Pu Yiyang asked a question that he probably knew the answer to: "What password?"

Pu Zhengping grinned: "You, my son, your consciousness is the only password to find me."