Dressed as overturned green tea Omega after Neptune

Bo Yu is a perfumer. The perfume he concocts is extremely self-contained. Those who like him regard him as a miracle and call him a genius.The haters couldn't bear it, claiming that the base notes of the fragrance made people feel like a daydream, and saw him as Satan.

Some time ago, in order to find inspiration and break through the bottleneck, Bo Yu rarely stopped to go back to China for vacation, and was accidentally pulled by an old classmate to attend a lecture at his alma mater.

Few people know that Bo Yu suffers from severe face blindness, and can only remember each person from their clothes and expressions.

He didn't like this kind of occasion where he needed to chat with many people, so he deliberately killed time in the library, calculated that there were 10 minutes left until the opening time, and then stepped into the auditorium.

Just like he used to step on the spot to and from get out of class.

The back door of the library leads to the auditorium. There is a long step down from the third floor. The bricks and stones on the ground under the steps are white and fine sand-like patterns. In the afternoon, the steaming heat, white sunlight and lush green shade Against the background, people have a trance of daydreaming.

The continuous chirping of cicadas in the distance and the smell of camphor trees in the wind brought back the mind.

Bo Yu was walking on the green and quiet campus, when someone waved to him with a phone at the back door of the auditorium.

Bo Yu glanced at his muted phone, and walked towards the other party.

The old classmate was Bo Yu's class monitor in high school, and his alma mater was a high school. At the beginning, because of his face blindness, he often troubled his counterpart who was the class monitor.

"Sorry, muted." The other person's face appeared in the summer air, once you look away, it will be slightly blurred in memory, Bao Yu adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, and could only stare at the other person's face, and quietly wrote down The breath of the opponent.

A perfumer's memory of smells is infallible.

"You really don't like crowds just like before." The old squad leader thought that the other party obviously didn't like this kind of occasion, and he was dragged here because of himself, so he clasped his hands together and thanked, "Please, last time! It's really you who are our school A rare celebrity..."

The voice of the other party faded away, mixed with the opening remarks of the host in the auditorium.

Although Bo Yu didn't like this kind of occasion, but since she was a child, she attended speeches as a representative of top students, and she was very familiar with this kind of occasion.

He was wearing a white shirt and a slender blue and black tie. Except for the elegant gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, he looked like a college student.

Wearing a three-piece suit on this occasion is too pretentious.

Bo Yu came to the stage with a smile, polite and personable, calmly made eye contact with the teachers around him, took over the topic of the host, and tried to satisfy the host at a pace that would not make the audience feel bored time, complete the task perfectly.

During the process, he scanned the audience, but didn't find what he wanted to find, so he became a little absent-minded.

After the end, Bo Yu politely declined the dinner invitation on the grounds that he was a little tired just after getting off the plane, and Bo Yu and the old squad leader who sent him off went out.

"There don't seem to be many people on campus. I remember that the summer vacation time hasn't arrived yet."

"Ayu, you are really, from the past to the present, the old-fashioned people can't collapse."

Bo Yu glanced at the other party: "Is there?"

He is indeed insensitive to the frontiers of technology, but he is not a primitive man either.

"Don't you know that the second virtual universe is popular now? I originally thought that this symposium would be held in the second virtual universe, but thinking that you came back after a long time, I definitely want to see the changes in your alma mater. "

Bo Yu: "The second virtual universe?"

The old squad leader's cell phone rang suddenly: "These bastards have caused me trouble again. I have to deal with the matter in a hurry. I will contact you later. Remember not to mute it again."

Bo Yu watched the other party leave, and called his assistant.

"Sophia, I want to ask you something, what does the second virtual universe do?"

The other party was on vacation. Hearing his words, she felt speechless through the phone, but Sophia was a professional, and she immediately answered him with a rigorous and rational attitude: "The second virtual universe is a great far beyond holographic technology. Invention, everyone can create their own world on it. You can also invite others to enter your own virtual world.”

Bo Yu thought about his game experience, was he invited into the world?

But it feels like the game time is very long, and it always feels strange that he can still catch up with the lecture in reality.

"Is the time in the virtual world out of sync with reality? How?"

Sophia could hardly help rolling her eyes: "Boss, I can fully understand your joy, because I am in the same mood as you at the moment, but there is no need to call me to show off like Versailles, right?"

Bo Yu: "Show off, what?"

"As for the second virtual universe, you can experience it yourself. After all, this is already your industry."

Bo Yu was startled for a moment: "What did you say? What's the name of the architect of this second virtual universe?"

"Not sure, I heard that he is a deceased person."

Bo Yu frowned: "Passed, why?"

"It seems that the plane crashed."

Bo Yu was absent-minded, pursing the corners of his lips: "What's the name of the big boss of our company?"

"Bo Yu."

Bo Yu remained expressionless: "I'm not joking."

The other party's voice was even more expressionless: "You know, Sophia never jokes. The only big boss of our company has no one but you."

Bo Yu: "Where's the big boss before me, what's the name of that person?"

"JOY, Zhao Yan, or Mu Xingzhou?"

"……,I have no idea."

Bo Yu didn't say anything else, hung up the phone, and went to the computer room in the library.

Log in to the second virtual universe.

Identity scans verify logins.

He saw the identity of the background administrator, which was different from others.

Bo Yu clicked in.

The surrounding scene slowly faded.

He was in a library, and on the table in front of him was a reference book on perfumery, with a piece of A4 paper in the book.

The beginning of an RPG game is written on the paper.

After a while, a young man will come out and tell him that he is the owner of this piece of paper...

Bo Yu closed the book, pursed the corners of his lips, sighed silently, and looked at the young man standing in front of him.

"Azhi, what's going on? Why do they say that the architect of the second virtual universe is a deceased person?"

The young man in front of him is exactly the same as the one he saw in the library. Bo Yu always thought that the other party was the game architect himself, but now he can clearly distinguish that it is Ah Zhi.

[It's just dead. 】

The A4 paper is expressionless and extremely calm: [Your friend Zhao Yan, invites you to join him in building a perfume-derived pheromone ABO virtual life world in the Second Virtual Universe, and the projections of the two of you are the joint administrators. 】

[But one day, your friend Zhao Yan died, I don’t know how he died, but he died anyway. 】

[In order to make the game realistic, you all blocked your real memory. After logging into the game world, you will only remember that you are a staff member.Doesn't remember reality until after logging out. 】

【So, when you miss him, you will enter this world, and stay with Zhao Yan who stays in the virtual world, as if he is still alive. 】

[However, Zhao Yan in the virtual world has all the memories of his life, so he knows that he cannot face you. 】

[This is all about the game. 】

The tone of the A4 paper is mechanical, like a statement without emotion.

Bo Yu looked at him and asked softly: "This is all about the 'game', what about the whole of reality?"

The young man in front of him was expressionless, but Bo Yu pushed back his bangs that covered his eyes, and saw the big tears falling silently on A Zhi's face, he pursed his lips tightly, showing no emotion on his face.

Bo Yu's heart twitched slightly, and his voice softened: "Why are you crying?"

【Do you like Wen Zheng? 】

"I like both."

Ah Zhi lowered her eyes, her face expressionless and tears streaming down her face: [How could this be? 】

Facing his lack of cooperation, Bo Yu was overly gentle: "Because it's the sincerity of the game architect, there's no way I don't like it. Why are you crying?"

【You like him, log in, you can find anyone you like...】

Bo Yu's tone was calm and gentle: "But I want to stay in reality and go see the real game architect. Why are you crying?"

Cried so sadly that I couldn't look at myself.

The A4 paper choked up silently, and slowly looked up at him, eyes wet with tears under the bangs, black and white clear and gentle, eyes filled with bottomless loneliness and despair, looking at him.

[Do you really want to know? 】

"Well, I want to know, what makes Ah Zhi so sad, isn't it, because I didn't know what I did wrong?"

Bo Yu looked at the off-white logout button next to him: "Can I see it?"

A4 paper closed his eyes, his Adam's apple rolled, as if his last strength had been exhausted, and the expression on his face slowly emptied, as if he was ready for the end of the world, he nodded slightly.

Bo Yu pressed the hand on it.

……

The heart-piercing cough sounds like a broken lung after all the organs in a person have been exhausted.

He was breathing with all his strength, and he was also dragging and torturing that body with all his strength.

The large empty room, luxurious and low-key decoration is also in the cool atmosphere, like a funeral dug out of the grave.

There are many exquisite collections of perfume bottles on display in the room, each occupying its own place.

It's like a house full of tombs.

But they are indeed no different from death.

The secretary tensed up, like an emotionless machine, walked in calmly and cautiously, but kept a long distance.

"Reporters are waiting for the press conference, and the memorial service and funeral are also ready at any time..."

The thin and pale man in the room, like a devil integrated into the tomb, was awakened with the movement of opening his eyes.

The hoarse and deep voice, the first syllable, made people feel chills all over, although the voice was so soft that it seemed that it would disappear into the air if you were not careful: "There is no funeral."

The secretary lowered his head and exited silently.

She wasn't a secretary at all, but the real secretary walked out silently because she said a few words a few minutes ago, and was dismissed by the iron-blooded tyrant.

She looked at the old and generous senior, biting her lip.

The senior sighed instead: "Now, he doesn't even know how to get angry, he just let me out. After you take my place..."

He raised his hand, but in the end he couldn't say a word, he just sighed heavily and patted her shoulder lightly.

Sophia walked out calmly, except for her red eyes, there was no emotion on her indifferent face, only reason.

"Inform the press conference that there is no conclusive evidence yet, and the belongings in the carry-on luggage cannot be fully proved. The group is still doing its best to search..." Her voice trembled suddenly, trying to control it, but there was still a hint of choking, "Wait..., We will let you know when we have a conclusion.”

Sophia put on sunglasses: "Give more weight to the gifts prepared by the media, and let them try to write better."

However, no matter how good it is, where can it be better?

It is nothing more than the fact that Bo Yu, the chief perfumer of the Mu Group, was in an air crash and crashed into the Pacific Ocean. The Mu family refused to hold a funeral for him, and still insisted on searching and rescue.

Or, the air crash has happened for more than three months, and the Mu Group still refuses to admit that the chief perfumer was killed. The funerals held by fans and relatives for him have been forcibly stopped by the Mu Group. At present, the Mu Group has been criticized by all circles because of this matter , Public opinion believes that in order to squeeze out the last trace of value of the deceased, the upper management refused to let the other party rest in peace, was too cold-blooded, the stock price fluctuated constantly, and the hips were pulled all the way, which almost caused turmoil to the Mu's Group, but the boss behind the Mu's Group still insisted on going its own way.

……

The man's pale and thin face, because of the piercing cough, his pale lips were stained with a shocking blush.

Unlike what those people thought, he was neither desperate nor crazy, and he was more rational than ever.

He doesn't need anyone to remind him that that person will sleep in the deep sea forever.

"Ayu, I won't die. The person I love will never die."

He gently closed his eyes. In the dream just now, Ayu was still touching his head, kissing him, and said, I am real.

Dear ones, of course you are real.

If the world says you don't exist, then the world is false.

I am also fake.

The author has something to say: the game architect always designs himself to be dead, dying, because the person he loves will not die, and Ah Yu will not die, so he can only die.

Mu Yuesen's end of the world; vampires have been waiting for someone who can't wait, always wanting to sink into the sea; Zhao Yan left the truth in the game egg, because he didn't want to forget, in reality, after he died, he also hoped for this virtual world In the movie, he will always remember Ayu, so he buried this truth egg.

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However, they will go to each other, don't be afraid.

The boring and complicated theoretical framework in the middle is just to walk together.

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