Live broadcast to save the United States

Yoshio Achinogami was swept in by the torrent of pain. His throat, chest, and even his limbs seemed to be frozen by the cold sea water, as stiff as a sculpture. Every breath oppressed the nerves and heart, as if blowing from a broken bellows It came out average.

There seemed to be auditory hallucinations in the ears, buzzing, and rampage along the ear canal in the brain, Jiasheng Yuanzhi heard his own heartbeat echoing between his ribs, as if his soul had already left his body at this moment, and was about to be killed by something unknown engulfed by the place.

He wants to save himself, but all his strength has been exhausted. He clearly wants to break free, but because of exhaustion and fatigue, he can only watch himself sink into a darker abyss.

The live broadcast room seems to have noticed the abnormality of the wine-red haired boy at this moment. The translucent screen that was originally floating in the air began to flicker, and the golden barrage that rarely appeared appeared again. The spell, but this time it is aimed at the audience who can only watch from outside the barrage.

[Do you choose to help bear part of Jiasheng Yuanzhi’s pain? 】

【whether】

At this moment, most of the audience in the live broadcast room chose "yes" without hesitation. They wanted to help Yuanzhi Jiasheng a long time ago, but because of the difference between time and space, they could only watch Yuanzhi outside the screen. Shang Jiasheng struggled, if allowed, they would like to appear directly beside Yuan Zhijiasheng, protect him well, and prevent him from doing such laborious and cruel things again, telling the wine red-haired boy, In fact, he is not alone, and they are there.

After hesitation and weighing, another group of people also chose 'yes'. They are wise, rational and cold types, and they are naturally unwilling to take risks. In the doomsday I have witnessed, I finally chose 'Yes' out of overall and rational considerations.

The golden subtitles are fading, and the golden light is like scattered phosphorous powder falling on the top of Yuanshang Jiasheng's head, rendering that beautiful wine-like red hair dreamlike, and a warm current envelops Yuanshang Jiasheng. Shang Jiasheng's cold and trembling body seemed to be wrapped in a thick quilt, and a warm soup slipped through his throat. Gradually, the wine-red haired boy could rethink, breathe, and breathe again. Controlled his trembling limbs.

"Huh...huh...haha..." The pressure that weighed heavily on his back continued to lessen, and Jiasheng Yuanzhi blinked his eyes that had been misted for some time, and his fast beating heart also recovered. original rhythm.

Breaking free from the inexplicable torrent of emotions, Jiasheng Fuchinogami exhaled deeply, and those golden rays of light still lingered around him. These emotions came from the care and help of the audience in the live broadcast room. He provides a steady stream of warm power.

The burgundy-haired boy saw those bullet screens, closed his hot eyes, and murmured with a wry smile: "...I have to admit that my supernatural ability 'Death Recall' is right."

"I did feel alone, I felt tired, I wanted to rest, I didn't want to be alone anymore."

"But now I realize that I was wrong. When I was struggling, you cared about me. When I felt lonely, you comforted me. When I wanted to give up, you supported me. When you are in pain, you are also willing to share for me—ah, why did I not realize until now that I am not alone.”

Jiasheng Yuanzhi laughed with tears in his face, the haze and mist had dissipated from his face, what emerged was frankness, straightforwardness and freedom.

The fate of Sisyphus belongs to him, and his rock is his business. Struggling towards a height is enough to fill a person's heart. What's more, the best life above the abyss is not walking alone on this rough and thorny road .

At this moment, all the resistance and resistance of Yuanshang Jiasheng to the live broadcast room have disappeared. If there is no this live broadcast room, maybe he will still struggle hard to save the world, but his soul and heart will definitely be worn out repeatedly. dilapidated with consumption.

"I'm going to find 'Death Retracement', he really understands me, and no one in this world understands him better than me."

After the burgundy-haired boy finished speaking, he took firm steps to chase after the departing humanoid alien ability.

But the audience on the other side of the screen had a different feeling.

"Is this the pain and pressure that Mr. Jiasheng has been enduring all this time... Hiss——it really hurts, so painful that I want to just give myself a knife to relieve myself!"

Dazai Osamu fell on the sofa of the Armed Detective Agency, his body had completely rolled to the ground, his face was pale, but there was a smile on his face, but looking at his face covered in cold sweat, it probably didn't feel good.

"Although I have already seen that Mr. Jiasheng has a psychological problem, but I didn't expect it to be so serious... and what we have endured is only a part of Mr. Jiasheng's pain." Paralyzed on the chair, unable to move, enduring the painful past and Yosano Akiko gasped, trying to move her twitching fingers to relieve the invisible pain on her mind and body.

"If it's just pure physical pain, I'm afraid most people can bear it, but what is conveyed in this live broadcast room is the pressure from the mind and soul."

Edogawa Ranpo's shoulder twitched, he never liked pain, but if he could help that idiot a little, then he could work hard to endure the pain.

Atsushi Nakajima was already speechless from the pressure and pain, let alone other people, but they didn't regret choosing that 'yes'. How did he grow from immature to mature little by little, and how he worked hard to fight for that glimmer of hope.

Ask yourself, if they were themselves, fighting alone repeatedly and getting stronger little by little from the very beginning, would they really be able to persevere like Jiasheng Yuanzhi?

It is precisely because he can see the weakness of Jiasheng Fuchinoue that he has admiration and respect.

"It hurts... Has Xiao Jiasheng been enduring this kind of pain all this time? It's really terrible... She can trust me a little more, but she actually went to find that little Russian boy—oh, wait until I find him, Be sure to complain and let Xiao Jiasheng make it up to me!" Gojo Satoru rolled on the tatami and muttered, while his students were sitting in a corner of the sofa, clenching their teeth to bear the shared pain and pressure.

"...Why is he still so energetic?" Chanyuan Maki closed her eyes in pain.

"Well, I also want to know...maybe it's because idiots are better able to bear it?" Nagasaki Yeqiwei, who had just entered school, leaned on Zenyuan Maki's shoulder and said weakly.

The dog curly spine was lying on the panda's body, already in pain and unable to speak, but the panda was fine, after all, it was a mantra, but it was also sick.

"Look, the idiots over there are better than us." Knotaba Yuhito, who was accused of being an idiot, blinked, rubbed his head and laughed dryly. He joined Tokyo High School not long ago, and learned about himself from Gojo Satoru In the future, he was quite surprised, but when he saw Jiasheng Yuanzhi's efforts, he had always admired Jiasheng Yuanzhi. Jiasheng Yuanzhi was the same as the person described by his grandfather. Shang Jiasheng is trying his best to help others, and Yuzu Yujin hopes that he can get a happy ending with his eyes closed happily surrounded by others.

"Fuhei, are you okay?" It may be because of the physique of the knotweed Yuren, he eased up early, but Fuheihui did not adapt so quickly, and he was lying on the knee of the knotweed Yuren, his face was pale He clenched his teeth tightly and adjusted his breathing, letting his body adapt to the pain as soon as possible.

Not everyone surfs as hard as Wujo Satoru. Although some viewers can see the live broadcast room, they don’t pay attention to it because it doesn’t involve their own appearance. After all, they also have their own things to do; Everyone is willing to post barrage, after all, the default ID name is quite subtle.

Some people like it very much, such as Nagasaki Wild Rose and Zenyuan Maki. Their comments are: "This ID is well set up! It suits me very well! It seems that the live broadcast room is also very discerning!", and "The ID really wins my heart Sooner or later, I will definitely turn this sentence into reality!"

Some people don’t like it, so they seldom post barrage. For example, Fu Heihui, who has always been worried about his ID name as [Bad Sea Urchin Top Student], commented: “Who is a sea urchin!”

As for Gojo Satoru, he didn't show likes or dislikes, but judging from his high-intensity surfing performance, he probably likes it.

It doesn't matter if the family is a nitrate. Although there is a prefix, the ID name still praises her as a beauty, which is quite good.

As for Edogawa Conan and Amuro Toru in Mihua Town, although Edogawa Conan thought it was a prank or conspiracy by some supernatural person when he first found out about the live broadcast room, but soon he judged from the image that it was real. Sex, as a detective, Edogawa Conan knows exactly what kind of difficulties Yoshio Fuchinoue is facing. While paying attention to the live broadcast and trying to analyze future intelligence, he is also trying to help the other party—although there are still a few in the live broadcast room. More powerful audiences often react faster than him to send out bullet screens to help Jiasheng Yuanzhi, but this does not affect Conan's favor and respect for Jiasheng Yuanzhi.

As for Toru Amuro, he also has great respect for Yoshio Fuchinogami, but this does not affect his attempt to analyze and study the information about the future revealed in the live broadcast room, but he is also the one who did not hesitate to ask the golden barrage. Those who do not hesitate to choose 'yes'.

"Brother? Your face is suddenly so pale? Is there something wrong? Do you want to check it first?" Vodka nervously looked at the silver-haired man leaning on the back of the car seat with a sudden change of expression. Gin glanced at Vodka, He said coldly: "Drive your car, I'm fine."

Gin was quite wary of this suddenly appearing live broadcast room, and tried to unbind it, but failed, and the information about the future and those about the magician were quite useful, so Gin tolerated it for the time being. down.

Qin Jiu snorted softly, he had bestowed on him rare kindness, and the young man with wine red hair had to pay the corresponding price.