Let's play horror games

Note: Parallel world setting, peaceful modern background.Lao Hei is a top hacker, and the protagonist is an ordinary college student.Due to different backgrounds, the characters' personalities may change slightly.

*Glass slag sugar attention, thunder be careful

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At the same time, in the old part of City A, there is an unnamed basement.

The long-haired young man with a gun at his waist squatted in the corner, nibbling on a pot of food that had been messed up like a dog.But if you take a closer look, you can see the name of the senior member-only restaurant in City A clearly written on the take-out box next to it.

He treats instant noodles and high-end cuisine equally, and eats restaurant dishes like bad water. This guy is probably the only one.

He clicked his tongue while eating, while looking up at the young man in black: "Old Hei, you haven't gone to see your little friend yet?"

The youth called Hei did not reply.He was sitting by the wall, wearing silver-blue headphones, watching the laptop screen intently.

Chang Mao didn't get angry when he didn't get an answer, he just sighed and said: "Old Hei, it's hard to start a family in our line of business, yes, but it's hard, it's not like there's no chance."

"However, Mansao is different. Mensao is lonely, old black."

Hei's face remained unchanged, only his fingertips moved slightly, and he closed his eyes.The cold light on the screen reflected his pale face.

"...I don't want to make promises that I can't keep."

Changmao plausibly said: "Hey, it's just to make a boyfriend and girlfriend sweetly, and it's not a marriage proposal. It's good to be happy with each other now. How can we care about it in the future? Besides, even if you get married, you will get divorced and remarried... Bah bah Bah, I'm sorry, old black, look at my mouth."

Long Mao pinched his neck in frustration.

Hei gave him a cold look:

"I don't want to hurt him again."

The wound on the opponent's chest back then left scars on the opponent's body and in his heart.

Long Mao paused, feeling that the surrounding cold was still within the tolerable range, so he continued without fear of death:

"I didn't bury you, so what's the reason? Old Hei, if you want to be with someone, just say so, and if you don't want to, just let go. What's the point of sending messages like this to tease children and hang on to him!"

Although we haven't seen each other for a long time, he is also a friend of that person.Knowing what Lao Hei did this morning, he couldn't help being a little bit apologetic.

Black smiled. "After talking so much, the real words are waiting here."

Chang Mao resentfully said, "You are not the only one who knows him in the whole world."

Hei nodded: "That's right."

He closed the computer and stood up.

"That's why I did it."

"I know he has his life. We may never see each other again in this life, and he will meet a lot of interesting people, make a lot of friends who love him, and maybe have an object of love."

"These are things that can't be helped, it's okay. But, I don't want him to forget me."

After speaking, he smiled slightly, put on his windbreaker, turned around and walked out, leaving behind a long haired face.

"This guy, doesn't he have an expression of 'it doesn't matter' at all?! No, Old Hei is this kind of guy who cuts black?!"

He muttered again: "Oh, look at the hard work of the two of them. Life is not about drawing cards. Why do you have to be in a team of two and draw until the end? Forget it, let's find a new friend to play."

As he spoke, he twirled the gun he got from his new friend, and ran out bouncing around.

*

Night, 23:20, Haiyuan Road.

Haiyuan Road is a bit old street, there are no shops on both sides, and the old cigarette stalls have been open for more than ten years.

You are standing next to an empty cigarette stand, and the city A is a bit cold at night, you are wrapped in a thick down jacket, with your neck curled up, and your hands are tightly clenched on your phone in your pockets.

You know you're waiting for an unlikely person, like a miracle, but you're still waiting.

There is no evidence that he sent the text message.However, Haiyuan Road is the street that you used to walk together every morning.You will pass by the old cigarette stand, he buys newspapers, and you are in charge of fighting with the boss for candy, and when you get it, you stuff it into his mouth with a smile. Although he doesn't eat sweets very much, he will eat anything you feed him.

It was a cold night and there was no one on the road.For some reason, the street lights were not turned on, and it was dark all around.

At this time, your mobile phone vibrated, and you hurriedly took it out.This time it is not a message that cannot be answered, your sticky note function is turned on, it says:

"Can I see you."

You poked the keyboard of your phone vigorously: "Nonsense!"

He returned a smiley face.

You have made progress, but you can still use emoji, you think angrily.

23:25.You look at the quiet Haiyuan Street, the stars shine on the world, everything is clean and transparent, like the deep deep sea, the world becomes more beautiful.

And all this, just because you know he is looking at you.

It's a very small thing, but it brings courage and warmth to your heart.

Facing the deserted street, you whispered, "You're there, aren't you?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't come out." You raised your head: "Didn't you like to listen to my stories before? I also read poetry now, and I will recite one for you."

You take a deep breath, your voice trembling slightly, and read the first sentence.

"I'm tied to you like an anchor."

--I miss you.

You start walking while reciting.

"Please tell me everything. Stab them into my chest like a river of yellow light, and, make me cry."

The street lights passing by suddenly turned on, and the dim light shone gently on your body, like a hug.

You paused, and spoke slowly, like a promise.

"...in every hour, every day, every year. Every age of blindness, century of stars."

23:28.No one answered, but you knew he was listening, watching you with those deep black eyes as if you were the only one in his eyes.He always does.

You raise your voice, quicken your tone:

"Give me your hand, out of the depths of the sorrow that is scattered everywhere!"

--Don't always bear it alone.

"Come back from the bottom of the rock, back from time underground!"

--Please, come back.

"Give me stillness, water, hope. Come to my voice, my... flesh and blood!"

--Hope we can be together.

You let out a breath, and said the last sentence: "...be resurrected with me."

ended.

"Do you like this poem?" You pretended to be calm, raised your head, uneasy.

All was silent.

11:29, 58, 59.

11 points.

Then, all around suddenly brightened!

The first is the lighting of electrical appliances. Where you walk, all electrical appliances are turned on, street lights, voice-activated lights, monitors, and everything plugged in in the building. You hear the panicked voices of residents: "What's going on?" don't get up!"

That's too much! Even though you think so, you can't help but laugh out loud and keep walking.

The TV in the roadside electrical appliance store turns on with your steps.The host said: "Happy Valentine's Day!"

You smile a bit.

Next, you go through the copy shop.The printer is buzzing, printing out all kinds of photos: the neighborhood you lived in before, the dogs you fed, the streets you walked, and the beaches you visited.

You push open the unlocked door and watch everything from 7 years ago flow here and fly all over the place.

The printer took about 10 minutes to print.Finally, a photo of the two of you together.You pick it up.

You remember, he only took this picture, and it was taken by you. In the picture, you smiled brightly, and he pursed his lips, a little at a loss.

7 years ago, when he left, this photo also disappeared.It turns out that it is still there, well preserved, you think.

Yan Li always said that he should forget and move on.But how can I forget?

You didn't realize it until the drops of water dripped on the paper, and hurriedly wiped away your tears, not wanting to spoil the paper.

With tears in your eyes, you say in a trembling voice, "Happy Valentine's Day, you bastard."