[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy protagonist every day

When Luo Xiaolou went to Mo Yu's office, he used his optical brain to do something that he should have done a long time ago.

He posted a post on Tianzhu's largest game forum. The article was long and detailed, mainly recording his whole process from "time travel" to the present.The post was not popular, and it was regarded as nonsense in less than 5 minutes, and it was quietly submerged under the popularity of various emotional experiences and technical dry goods.

Luo Xiaolou didn't force it either, but just touched his left wrist unconsciously, he remembered his previous life, the life of fetching water from a bamboo basket, of course, that wasn't really a life either.

"Your memory is just some data, just mess it up and reorganize it." This is the explanation from Mo Feng, "As for your body," said shallowly, "it's just cultivated by the donor's DNA .”

Thinking of this, Luo Xiaolou didn't have any thoughts, he raised his hand to turn off the optical brain, but suddenly remembered Qinglian's face.

That person should feel the same way, after all, they are the same kind of people, or in other words, the same kind of data?

Luo Xiaolou frowned, thinking to himself, this is the death of a rabbit and a fox. He got up and went to Mo Yu's office to report, stepped on the suspended ladder, sighed in his heart for the last time about the technological level of this world, and made a speech in Mo Yu's office. Before the whole clothes.

But in fact, there is nothing to organize, blue hoodie, skinny jeans, and simple canvas white shoes.

Pouting his lips and thinking for a while, he suddenly felt that the door in front of him was very thin, so thin that it was defenseless, so thin that it seemed to be able to pass through the wall.The surrounding was empty, he had been here for three months, and he had long since lost the conscientious surveillance of the secretary, but he knew clearly that there was no way for him to escape.

"Mo Yu," Luo Xiaolou murmured the name of that person cautiously. He didn't understand why he didn't want to knock on the door when he had already prepared himself mentally.

"Should I see you?" he asked softly.

This feeling is like a drama actor who is about to take the stage behind the black curtain before the performance begins.

Touching the cuffs, there was no need to wear those exquisite suits for a long time. Compared with strict attire, he preferred soft fabrics and comfortable touch.

Luo Xiaolou lowered his eyes, finally, there is no need to hide.

Quietly, a cold embrace came from behind him, similar to some kind of intimate comfort. This is not the first time Mo Feng has done this, and Luo Xiaolou was not surprised or questioned. There was silence behind the black curtain, Luo Xiaolou spoke slowly. "us……"

"Three months and eighteen days."

Mo Feng's supplement came from behind, with a rare seriousness and indifference.His slender arms hugged Luo Xiaolou's body. It was obviously an extremely intimate gesture, but it only made people feel cold.

"You owe me." Mo Feng said coldly.

***

The real NPC of Tianzhu game has always been criticized by players, but the current artificial intelligence cannot keep up with the complex game plot. While complaining and depressed, players and developers also chose to turn a blind eye, but Such a predicament inspired the fighting spirit of the system master Mo Feng.

He believes that he will develop a new type of NPC, a loyal but free game character.

Traditional game vendors call themselves gods, and they worked hard to create human beings in the database, but Mo Feng became a demon. His huge family background gave him the courage to go the wrong way. He secretly recruited a group of volunteers, including A popular game master Qinglian, Mo Feng extracted their DNA and watched them grow up in a petri dish with their eyes closed.

Twelve people, twelve rooms, twelve fake suicide scenes...but the same memory.

They will participate in the running of the game as real people. If there is no accident, the memory of the last one will be tampered with again and die in the game cabin.

Mo Feng took full control of it, and he put the first memory data he had compiled into the minds of the twelve experimental subjects.

The company's top executives know about this, and everyone in the know knows that experiments on living people, even if they are only done with dna, are in violation of the current law, but in the face of huge game interests, the company I chose to take the risk.

Mo Feng carefully controlled the variables to a minimum. He was too afraid of a loophole. The private room, the surveillance video, and even the npc's supervisor configuration were all blood relatives who were ranked high in the company.

NPCs can't be too smart, but they can't be so ignorant that they have no thinking. Therefore, the life memories received by the experimental products are all behind the current era, which also caused the illusion of time travel by Luo Xiaolou and others.

Obviously everything is perfect, and it should be perfect...

***

"No, you owe me."

Luo Xiaolou broke away from Mo Feng's embrace with his backhand, and he knew the memory of the other party in that movement.

No, it is Mo Feng who owes Luo Xiaolou. If Mo Feng is not so self-righteous, not so self-willed, and even if Mo Feng has not fallen in love with Qinglian who just came out of the petri dish, then, then... Luo Xiaolou I found that he couldn't think anymore, so what?It's nothing more than a longer time to deceive yourself and others.

Luo Xiaolou raised his hand to look at the lines on his palm. In fact, until now, he still can't believe that he is just a person who thinks by a code.He has flesh and blood, can rejoice, can cry, no matter how you look at it, he is a normal and ordinary person, but if he really confirms it carefully, then all his doubts in the past few days will be explained.

When he opened his eyes in the bathroom, his first reaction was time travel, not someone's prank...

That house is not popular at all, it doesn't look like a human residence at all...

Mo Yu appeared so coincidentally when saving him, and how did he open the door...

A job opportunity delivered to her door... She was hostile to Qinglian like an opponent when she first met.

He was so accurate at the unbelievable wake-up time, and Mo Feng could easily guess his thoughts and actions...

Luo Xiaolou bowed his head and smiled wryly. In the final analysis, this is simply a set procedure!

Then, Mo Feng also opened the door of the office in his unique way...

The lines on the wall came into view, and the image of the puppet was the same as in Luo Xiaolou's memory. Luo Xiaolou's breath stopped, and he felt that he could fill in all the details little by little.

The designer made a piece of rubber integrate all the beauty, from golden hair, to bright eye shadow, as well as high heels and long skirts, Barbies have different shapes, they seem to be able to laugh, move, and wait, and the figure shines Flickering, impeccable.

But there are always some things that are different, right, there are always some feelings that belong to oneself, right, Luo Xiaolou thought desperately.

In the room, the black silhouette of the man was slender and perfect, like the figure of the baron at the end of a fairy tale.

Luo Xiaolou's eyelashes trembled slightly with his sudden heartbeat. He didn't speak, and breathed very lightly, as if he was afraid that too much force would collapse this fragile silhouette and ruin this gorgeous and soft dream. Quietly retreat.

A false world, a life of masks.

From a certain point of view, even Luo Xiaolou himself would feel that such a scene was unreal. He stood dumbly, and Mo Feng stepped to his side, with a smile on his lips, leaning over and talking to Luo Xiaolou. Lou said something.

"You like him, don't you? You married him."

For Mo Feng's provocative words, Luo Xiaolou felt that he would be angry and accuse him, but the real situation was that he only felt a kind of deep exhaustion and shallow doubts, and he didn't even give an explanation or roll his eyes. give more.

"What do you want me to do?" Luo Xiaolou raised his eyes and raised his lips, he was speaking to Mo Yu.

The man had black eyes and pale hands that had looked at him with an emotion that would have made him cringe, hands that had embraced him in the vast ethereal heights of play.

"As usual." Mo Yu's voice was so calm that it seemed to have no emotion.

Luo Xiaolou forced a smile, since seeing the facts clearly, his mood has changed, how can it be the same?

He walked slowly to the game room in the room by himself. The game cabin glowed with blue light, like coffins, and the data panels standing on the wall were like stacks of tombstones. He knew in his heart that Mo Feng would modify his game soon. Memory, once entered, may not come out until death.

A special kind of throbbing drew Luo Xiaolou to look back at Mo Yu's face, and the face that caught his eyes was handsome and real.

reality?

Luo Xiaolou was provoked by his own adjective, so if he said that, then he was a fake?Unexpectedly, he lowered his head and checked his history on the light on his wrist.Once I entered the post that seemed to carry all my life, I saw the latest reply saying.

"Haha, the landlord is sick!"