Doomsday successor app

The card in Song Ci's hand was a bomb card, and it even had an emoji.

(╯‵ ′)╯BOOM! ···*～●

The time setting is exactly 14:14, but the pause is displayed next to it, and the function has been turned off.

At the beginning of this round of games, Shouzhugan put it in a gift box and sent a child to give it to his sister.

But after Song Ci asked about the woman, he knew that the matter was not over. The child who bumped into him was not just a gift.

So, he came back quickly, found the boy, and secretly took the death card.

Song Ci raised the card: "This is the prop Asuka gave you? Do you know what happened to the manager who broke the prop last time?"

Poor 7 is still howling in hell.

This matter must have spread all over the Asuka network, and the thin bamboo pole with a dark face said in panic: "Give it back to me! Give it back to me! This shouldn't be like this, you should die, everyone will die!"

He rushed over and reached out to grab Song Ci, about to detonate the prop.

He touches the corner of the card, yanks, rips—

The card was torn in half.

Song Ci glanced at the card's instructions, which said that the item could be destroyed by tearing it.

What a pity, Song Ci also thought that this card might be kept for other purposes.

The thin bamboo pole held the torn card in a daze for a moment, then hugged his head in pain, howled and knelt on the ground: "Failed, failed, why is my life always a series of failures!"

He hugged his head and cried: "I just want to live an ordinary life, why is my wish always so far away!"

His voice came from the roof and echoed over the city.

Song Ci let go of his hand, and the remaining half of the card fell to the ground. He crawled to pick it up, trying to join them together like a puzzle.

Song Ci looked at him and said: "You were originally a dead person, but now you are still alive. This incident is unusual. In my opinion, you are too far away from the ordinary."

Thin bamboo pole dropped the card, hugged Song Ci's thigh, and said with snot and tears: "I, I want to be as ordinary as you!"

Song Ci: "..."

Akabane who has been watching the excitement: "..."

Akabane frowned and said, "This... is really amazing."

Song Ci looked down at the thin bamboo pole, and he seemed to see something from this painful and frustrated face.

"Actually, you don't like ordinaryness at all. You want to change your life, but you know better than anyone that this world is cruel. You are so oppressed that you can't do anything. You can only cry for yourself and tell yourself that you are humble In life, you never dare to expect too much. But if you don’t pursue anything, it will encourage the oppression of life, it will take away everything from you, and you will only have one path left in the end—”

Shouzhugan listened to his voice, with tears streaming from his eyes, he clutched Song Ci's clothes tightly, and muttered to himself: "I hope this world will die, otherwise let me die!"

He shouted loudly, and the abnormal frenzy appeared in his eyes again.

In his last life, he was weak and humble, unable to do anything, so he could only walk up to the rooftop alone, kill himself, and accidentally took a life away.

But Asuka found him, and the network instigated his soul, making him the No. [-] administrator, who specially mixed in with the players and pretended to be an ordinary person.

This time, he had a choice, and he wanted to survive, so he deceived his kind again and again. He misled Song Ci, making him think that this level was to find Da Vinci, and he died only because of mission failure. But he was playing tricks.Not only does he want to win, but he also wants the world to apologize to him for what he failed to do in the first place.

"Anyone may want to destroy the world at some point."

Akabane is half eating melons and half regretting.

"The game is over." Song Ci said to the thin bamboo pole holding him.

Several minutes have passed since 14:14, the city is safe and sound, Song Ci has not entered the darkness, and even the game virtual panel that he could see before is no longer visible, which means that he has cracked this level.

Song Ci looked down at the thin bamboo pole: "You died a week ago, what will happen now? Go back to the grave?"

Shouzhugan looked blank: "I don't know. I didn't realize that I was dead until I arrived in Asuka's world. I don't know where I'm going."

However, the result came quickly.

The thin bamboo pole holding Song Ci's hands suddenly became transparent, and then his feet melted like ice cream, slowly evaporating.

"Am I dying? Am I going to die again? But I don't feel pain, I wake up and I don't feel anything..."

Thin bamboo pole watched his hands and feet gradually disappear, laughing and crying, his torso slowly dissolving, and finally only a head remained, he finally looked towards the direction of the white cloud in the sky, and murmured: " I'm sorry, sister..."

After the words fell, he completely disappeared.

There is only one light spot floating, soaring into the air, and finally turning into a phantom.

Song Ci raised his hand to look at his balance, and he noticed just now that although he passed this level, not only did his player balance not increase, but the time in his hand decreased instead, becoming the same as the game balance.

This game has no rewards at all!

Song Ci stared displeasedly at the direction where the thin bamboo pole disappeared: "We have all been deceived, fool."

He then asked Akabane what he thought. After all, the administrators of this game were all his "grandsons", and he was very familiar with them, so why didn't he point out the key to this game from the beginning?

Akabane quickly changed the subject: "Xiao Ci, you haven't eaten yet, let's go eat some meat together."

Song Ci sneered in his heart. In fact, this person never expected that Asuka would play this game with them. This was equivalent to his spy, and it played with them in the same way.

"No, I still have to go to the art museum." Song Ci said.

"The time on the card has passed, even if you go there, you won't gain anything." Akabane advised.

Song Ci took out the card, turned it to the back, and asked Chi Yu again: "Look at it, did you notice something wrong?"

"What's wrong?"

"Time, the time at 14:03, the handwriting of this line of characters is obviously different from other words." Song Ci pointed to the above time. Not only are the handwritings of this line of characters different, but the position is also strange. Its arrangement order is accurate. Is such that:

14:03 Rodfield Art Gallery

··· See or Be Square

This arrangement, as if this time is redundant.

"so what?"

Akabane pretended to be stupid on purpose.

Song Ci tore the card and just tore off 14:03, leaving the latter half.

He took the half and said to Akabane: "This is the real message. You know you can't stop me from going to the art museum, so you deliberately asked the flower delivery clerk to add this time before I woke up, you want If I don't get there at this hour, I think I'm missing out."

Song Ci concluded: "Akabane, you deliberately stopped me on the road a few times before, you said I don't need to think of anything, but in fact, you don't want me to go to that art museum at all."

After he finished speaking, Akabane was obviously silent.

"Don't stop me, or—"

Song Ci stepped forward and reached the fence of the roof. Holding the encyclopedia in his hand, he stretched it out of the roof.

"Otherwise, I'll throw this book out."

Song Ci was holding it, and the wind blew the pages of the book, and when it hit a certain page, there was another cry of miscellaneous fish in the book: "Boss Song Ci! Help us!"

"Don't leave us behind!"

Screams echoed in the air.

Akabane tried hard not to laugh: "Xiaoci, the real me is not in that book, I am in you."

"lie."

Song Ci said lightly.

"I can tell whether you are on me or not, and now you are not, and I guess, you can no longer return to me, and you will succumb to this book, as long as this book is far away from me, you You can't follow me any more."

Akabane was silent for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "Are you really going to throw me away?"

Song Ci was categorical: "It will be thrown into the hazardous waste classification."

Akabane sighed: "Okay, I surrender, let's go to the art gallery."

He was so straightforward, which made Song Ci a little puzzled, afraid that he might be up to something.

However, Akabane just said: "But don't forget, Xiaoci, anyone may want to destroy the world at some point."

Song Ci pursed her lips and took back the book.

He walked downstairs with the book, took the subway line, bought two tickets at the art gallery, and entered it.

After coming in twice, he was already familiar with the layout here and quickly found the painting.

It was the only portrait of a person in this exhibition, and it painted the dead Chi Yu Hai, but it was not Mo Qing's last painting.

Mo Qing is a painter who loves to hide his signature in his paintings. His name can be found in each of his paintings, hidden in various small details.

However, it is not in this painting alone.

Song Ci only found a handwriting similar to the signature:

cy

Song Ci stared at these two words, and judged that this was not Mo Qing's painting, but that it had been dropped by someone.

Akabane in the book didn't speak any more, but waited silently for something.

Afternoon tea time passed, and there were fewer and fewer people in the art gallery, and finally there was not even a single figure in sight.

At the same time, the sound of footsteps came, as if someone breathed behind his ear.

Song Ci turned around quickly, and there was no one behind him.

However, there was a line of bloody footprints on the ground, and blood dripping along the way.

Song Ci looked along the line of blood, and suddenly heard a voice.

"Xiaoci..."

The other party called him in a low voice.

Song Ci turned her head and saw a familiar figure in her eyes.

Just three meters away, Akabane stood there, his blood-red hair burning like flames, his lonely eyes were paranoid and gloomy, without any light.

Blood dripped from his hand and flowed all over the floor.

Song Ci lowered her eyes and saw the thing dripping blood.

In his hand he held a fresh, freshly severed head.

The author has something to say: Line [-]: I also want to live an ordinary life like you qaq

Song Ci: ...Sorry, I can't find the word ordinary in my dictionary.

Then Akabane fed you one: (╯‵ ′)╯BOOM! ···*～●