Doll Survival Game [Unlimited]

My sister committed suicide.

After finding the body, Qiu Qiu looked at it, his face was as quiet as if he was asleep.

Qiu's mother was holding her and crying loudly. The policeman was comforting her. Qiu's father stared in disbelief, as if he hadn't reacted yet.

Qiu Qiu didn't cry, he stared at her face.

The police said that my sister left school on Friday, played outside all day, then found a hotel to check in, and then committed suicide by cutting her wrist in the early hours of Saturday morning.

She was premeditated, at least when she checked in, because the room was booked for two days, and she clearly told the front desk not to clean, and after returning to the room, the do not disturb sign was always hung on the door

It was premeditated.Qiu Qiu raised his head—red and blue lights flashed all over him, and the dark sky seemed to be right in front of him.

The parents grabbed the policemen at the entrance of the hotel and yelled at them, refusing to let them go, saying that it was not suicide or murder, and they wanted to check the hotel and the school.

Qiu Qiu looked at the policeman and took out a densely written 'suicide note', and his parents snatched it.

Then he watched Qiu's father's hands gradually tremble, and he roared: "It's just such a small thing! It's just... such a small thing!!!"

Mother Qiu didn't say anything, she just kept shaking her head and crying.

what.

Hopeless.

Qiu Qiu went over to take the piece of paper with no expression on his face. The thin and fragile piece of paper was not a suicide note, but more like the last entry in his diary.

On Thursday, the well-prepared debate game failed because of her own mistakes. The companion did not scold her, but kept crying beside her and asking her why.

I mustered up the courage to call my parents but they didn't answer, so I simply asked for a day off on the pretext that I had something to do at home, and planned to drag my suitcase around to relax before going back tomorrow.

On Friday, even though it was a bit cold, I still put on a new skirt, but the cake was accidentally rubbed on by a child in the car as soon as I went out. There are hundreds of skirts, so go back and change them and wash them quickly.

But it was accidentally scratched again, and a long hole was pulled out.

Clutching her skirt in embarrassment, she went to the public toilet to change, but she was so unlucky, a mother brought a little boy in to use the toilet, and the child lay on the ground and looked at her curiously.

After she said something, she was scolded by the mother again. Many people looked at her. She couldn't bear so many stares, so she just left with a blushing face.

But the suitcase was lost, and she was too anxious to forget it in the toilet, and she couldn't find it when she went back.

There are only winter clothes and a few hundred dollars in the box that I want to take home, and a small bag with my mobile phone and keys.

She stood at the door for a while, then left—forget it, there was nothing important.

But I forgot about it before, but no one has taken it... Today is more unlucky.

She walked step by step—the food she liked just happened to be sold out when she rushed over, and she wanted to get a manicure against her parents' disapproval, but the result was that there was a big gap between the real thing and the picture.

Her hands looked ugly and dark.

Well, let's rest.

When she arrived at the hotel, she sat by the bed and wanted to see if there were any funny variety shows, only to realize that the computer was in the suitcase, and she had brought it back to continue writing her thesis.

Why did I forget.

Are you going to rewrite the thesis?

Ah... the key seems to be in the box too, because I was afraid of losing it, so I put it in the box...

Should I call the police and get it back?

but.

Her eyes are dry, she doesn't have any tears, she thought.

——If you don’t find it, you don’t have to go home.

There is no need to write a thesis.

Why didn't I lose my phone? If I lost it, I wouldn't need to contact anyone.

"..."

No, you still have to go home if you lose your keys; you still have to write a paper if you don’t have a computer.

Even if there is no mobile phone, you have to contact others.

Ahh... so scary.

too tired.

She's going to spend the rest of her life like this.

Live every day of the rest of your life like today.

……

She filled the entire paper in detail and densely, as if she was looking for the reason why she was so desperate in the crowded fonts.

But in the end, she wrote—

[Nothing thrilling or sad happened, it's just me, too cowardly. 】

Luo Yiran looked at this sentence, and then looked at Father Qiu who was yelling.

Home is not a safe haven.

It's more like a hotel where you pay a "room fee" to stay.

Parents love them, but love has a price.

We must respond to expectations and accept pressure to be equal.

Like an extremely dull knife cutting his head, extremely painful feelings spread throughout his body, such intense emotions made Luo Yiran unable to laugh anymore.

He just looked at Qiu Qiu's parents almost indifferently, enduring the pain of wanting to shout crazily and torture himself.

At this moment, he had to admit that he underestimated this small copy at some point.

Because human suffering can indeed kill a person easily.

The pain he feels now is unbearable, and he wants to escape, and... is tightly attached to his "body", without any sense of separation, just like his own feelings.

Painful, powerless.

It is not a simple, present emotion.

It's the past, it's everything.

Qiu Qiu's more than ten years of education, growing environment, etc. have gradually accumulated all the pressure, helplessness and pain.

At this moment, everything belongs to Luo Yiran.

Qiu Xia, who suffered the same pain, has died, and sooner or later he will... die.

Luo Yiran looked at Qiu's father and Qiu's mother—but even if the idea of ​​self-destruction began to arise, he didn't want to find the key to leave this small dungeon.

A life that is programmed to be painful.

Even if there is a sign of getting rid of it, it will be twisted back.

But an npc, why is there such real and specific pain.

"..."

Because the emotion is real.

Luo Yiran walked up to Qiu's father and Qiu's mother, and he asked, "Why didn't you answer my sister's phone?"

Father Qiu paused, and his lips moved: "Yes, the meeting..."

He answered and then realized Luo Yiran's questioning tone at this time, and then became even angrier: "Why are you talking to me..."

Luo Yiran subconsciously wanted to laugh, but the corners of his mouth couldn't rise, so he said expressionlessly: "Don't you think you're doing something wrong? I don't want to think about why my sister would rather die in a hotel than come back to see you first." One glance."

Qiu Qiu is a good boy.Even though they were naughty when they were young, they grew up to be well-behaved, with good grades, obedient, loving sports, smiling and sweet, and everyone envied them for having such a child.

So when he showed such an expression, Qiu's mother and Qiu's father didn't even react.

"Mother."

Qiu's mother trembled, she looked at her good boy, and listened to him say: "The diary you encouraged us to write...is it good?"

"Is the chat history between my sister and my friends and classmates interesting?"

"Is it fun to watch my sister fall in love, and then suppress her step by step to force her to break up?"

"..."

Probably because the tone of the questioning was too aggressive, or he couldn't bear the appearance of being exposed and lectured by the child in front of outsiders, so Qiu's father blurted out: "She doesn't love herself! It's such an emergency in the third year of high school to go with a boy who is about to graduate and has nothing to do. do..."

"What?" Luo Yiran interrupted him with wide-eyed eyes. He finally smiled, a slightly unwarm smile. He looked at Qiu's father and Qiu's mother with cold eyes, and said what was in his heart: "You guys Hopeless."

Everyone said to be strong, and he also understood that some things were just very, very ordinary things, and when he was knocked down by them, he would feel that he was too useless.

However, a person who has been carrying a heavy load can't feel the straw that slowly increases over time on his body. He will only fall when he can't bear it, and then people around him will lament that he was actually crushed by a straw. useless.

And Qiu's father and Qiu's mother are the ones who put the straw.

When my sister was in the third year of high school, her parents pressed her to the point where she couldn't breathe because her grades were fluctuating. That's why she found someone who could relax her. It wasn't because of that person that her grades declined...

Ah, parents won't listen, they are the authority, what they believe is true.

Luo Yiran looked at the two people in front of him who were stunned because he said that they were hopeless, he knew that the current situation was not only because of them, but at this moment, he could only feel hatred towards them.

Who can I hate but you?

There must be one source of my pain.

Luo Yiran dialed the phone in front of the two of them, Qiu's mother stared blankly at Luo Yiran's expression, and after three seconds, she remembered that she had seen the message from the classmate named Lin Chi, and for a moment All thoughts were suppressed, she said fiercely: "What are you going to do!"

Qiu Qiu turned into a good boy because he saw what his sister was facing. He learned how to keep them from being disappointed and how to satisfy them. Because of this, he also understood how to make them happy. pain.

When the phone call was made, Luo Yiran looked at Qiu's father and Qiu's mother with a smile, and he said vindictively: "Didn't you say that you want me to get married at the age of 24 and have my first child at 26... You have even thought about the name of the child, right?" No? But sorry, I'm gay."

"I only like men, all my life... the whole life, I will never have children."

He couldn't tell anyone about the days when he found out about his sexual orientation, because he knew it was an inevitable result.

They never allow anything to happen that they don't like.If it happens, it is a mistake, and it must be corrected no matter what method is used.

Qiu's mother rushed forward screaming and tried to take away his mobile phone. Her daughter died and her son told her that he was gay. She felt like she was in a nightmare.

Luo Yiran's phone was hit on the ground, he didn't feel the joy of revenge when he saw his parents' furious faces, but his heart was ashamed.He knows why.

Because he still wants to be loved correctly by his parents.

He was really, really useless.

Too bad, I really want to escape.

In the end, my sister must be feeling the way she is now.

Luo suddenly turned around, he wanted to run away, away from here, away from this world... Death will not mean disappearance, but real life...

He paused.

In the mottled field of vision, a tall figure stood straight ahead.

Not far away, among the crowd of onlookers, a soft-faced magician was holding his mobile phone to his ear, and he looked at Luo Yiran with a smile.

Luo Yiran stared at his mouth shape, looked at him and said: Master, let's go back.

Luo Yiran's broken face turned cold in an instant, he pulled away Qiu's mother's hand who was tightly hugged because he stopped, and then showed Luo Yiran's gentle and indifferent smile: "Ma'am, please let go." open me."

The strangeness slanted down, and Qiu's mother let go.

Luo Yiran did not forget to nod slightly to the policeman on the side, and then he walked towards the magician.

He walked like a stranger who strayed into this place, no one around him could catch him, and he didn't seem to stay for anyone.

But passing through the surrounding crowd, the seemingly non-stop young man stretched out his hands to the man in the white shirt: "I'm tired."

The magician also picked him up very calmly, then turned and left.

Luo Yiran put his arms around the magician's neck, put his head on the magician's shoulders, and looked at the mother Qiu who was yelling behind him, as if she was about to collapse.

"Am I overdoing it?"

"That's the decision made by Qiu Qiu and you." The magician said calmly, "And the young master wouldn't ask this question."

"Because Qiu Qiu's emotions are still affecting me." Luo Yiran's expression was indifferent, but his hands were trembling, and the madness that surged up and desperately wanted to engulf him still existed.

Luo Yiran looked at the magician's face, then stretched out a trembling hand and put it under the magician's eyes: "You lost, you didn't make me happy."

"We didn't bet, so how can we win or lose." The magician laughed, and then he explained: "After all, you are about to take the college entrance examination, I thought that Ji Ming, who was so gentle at that time, was too heartless...and he knew it all Isn't that wonderful result?"

It's just that this small dungeon is a bit too ignorant, and the accident was chosen at this time.

Luo Yiran's face darkened, and he said inexplicably, "I'm not Qiu Qiu."

The magician paused, and then he turned his head, his slightly curved peach eyes were filled with tiny rays of light: "I know. After all, I came to this world and exist because of you, young master."

"Why can't I tell you apart?"