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"How many cases are there today?" The man behind him suddenly said.

"Twenty-three." The white-haired man said: "The mental breakdown... The reason is the sixth world. These people went crazy as soon as they returned, and their families sent them to seek help. These people are lucky... Those with no one around, I'm afraid they don't know where they collapsed

——This time, the organizers finally showed their hideous true colors, and they were going to attack us idiots. I hope most people can understand that this is not a charity game. "

"Damn. This dungeon is simply a machine for mass-producing lunatics - the United Regiment is going crazy, so many people who help them, so many lunatics who suddenly appear..."

The pale pupils of the white-haired man moved slightly, revealing a hint of sadness: "Not only that, as far as I know, the suicide rate is also on the rise."

"...Will someone commit suicide? Here?" The man behind him was stunned.

"Even in the original world, there were so many suicides every day, and in such a world, there will only be more." The white-haired man sighed: "World Games, the organizers...they are like Daredevil. The sword of Mochs hangs over our heads and will fall at some point. Those extreme conservatism, unacceptable thinkers, politicians, and scientists who can't adapt to changing rules...their collapse, from the beginning It's going on, it's just that today's information is so mixed up that we can't see it."

"..."

"I can't see it, but it doesn't mean it doesn't exist..." He took a breath again: "The world is changing by leaps and bounds, people's ideological positions and means are different, some people choose to follow the trend, some choose to catch up, some people choose to catch up. Choose to gain experience from skills and props, and some people try to talk to the organizer directly... Then some people can't face it, and it is normal to choose to end their lives."

"...that's ridiculous."

"People in this world are like dead skins." He said, "Look at the people walking on the street, sitting in the store, lying on the bed, speaking in the forum... that one by one. , don't look at them as bystanders, in fact, they are already dying... psychologically dead, they are like dehydrated patients."

"..."

"And our living space has long been squeezed to the point of shattering, and now we're just trying our best to barely breathe." He lit the cigarette with his finger, and the cigarette **** floated down flocculent white ash: "...You saw it too. Well, Cole, seeing those people who committed suicide in the main **** space live - those are really despairing, and even their souls have been wiped out.

Those people think that human beings have no future, everyone is in endless shame, people with bright stars are reduced to toys, the long river of history has been cut off from our generation, and tomorrow will never come a year later... "

"Stop talking," Cole said.

"Those who committed suicide, those who are truly dead, and will not be resurrected, have you seen the way they died in the screenshots of the forum? That's really shocking... Their eyes are the most hopeless ones I've ever seen, all The memories, fantasies, dreams, ideas... have all been wiped out." The white-haired man didn't mean to stop.

He leaned against the wall, blowing smoke rings, his eyes gradually became indifferent:

"Some people set themselves on fire, their ashes were scattered like snow, some people died in the explosion, and there were raindrops of flesh and blood everywhere. Some people chose to swallow poison, and their skin shriveled little by little in the live broadcast room...

Are they doing it wrong? Not quite. They have the right to give up their own lives.

They've lost their minds. Like believers who have lost their faith and lost their gods in their hearts, they have come to a completely unknown era, and there may always be only dark times in front of them..."

"Stop talking." Cole repeated again.

He clenched his fists and closed his eyes, his face full of unwillingness.

"Recognizing the facts and making a choice are two different things after all." The white-haired man said:

"Those people, those who seem to have died vigorously, in front of so many people - they have already decided that a year later, everyone's pessimistic ending, and made the choice to give up.

The mutual destruction of human beings has become a norm. Although in such a world, we temporarily put aside our prejudice and hatred on Zhai Xing and become one... But we are not one line after all, human beings It is also impossible to have group thinking like the intellectual brain. Bringing everyone together into one heart...is simply impossible.

The organizers are happy to divide the human race. Cole, you have also seen so many identities in control of different powers, so many assimilated by the dungeon world, so many people who decide not to become players anymore...

As far as the fifth world is concerned, there are many people who decide to stay in that world forever, want to control their subordinates like gods, and no longer want to become human beings like ants.

Including those who hold special authority, they have abandoned their identities as human beings and moved closer to high-dimensional creatures... They are actually not wrong. They have made their choice and are firm.

And what about us... me and you guy, standing here in the artificial rainy day, smoking shoddy cigarettes that nostalgic the past, talking about these nutritious topics.

Our actions, in essence, are no different from those of the guys at the World Forum. It's just that we say it verbally.

Humans always like to beautify their behavior.

Cole, we probably can't escape this fence of our own construction..."

"I'm just sympathetic to those guys, but I came across such a copy." Cole said: "I'm here just to find some peace, not to listen to you guys talk about such a large series of big truths that have been obsolete. , Qin Er - find someone who is willing to listen to you, there will be a bunch of them in the World Forum."

"...I'm just expressing some emotions." Qin Er smiled: "After all, if people keep suppressing themselves and live like a machine, they will really become crazy."

"If you don't participate in the dungeon, you can become a lunatic, and people's psychological ability is really fragile."

"Don't look too high on human beings, and don't look down on human beings too much, Cole." Qin Er said: "Look, although there are always people who have lost their minds, in such a world, there will always be pioneers of the times."

"Pioneer?" Cole gave a slightly hideous smile: "Just those lunatics from the top players?"

"You think they're crazy?"

"In an abnormal world, the people who have won the first place will not be normal." Cole said: "The brain circuit of the top players is obviously consistent with the copy set up by the organizer, and the human who has the same brain circuit as the organizer, which is the brain circuit. What a normal human being."

"Perhaps you're right." Qin Er nodded in agreement, "But as far as I know, it seems that so far, no player on the top of the list has gone mad."

"It's easy to explain." Cole sneered.

He raised his head and looked at the screen of the live broadcast room in the rain curtain, his eyes were piercing for a moment:

"—Because those top players have already gone crazy. How can a lunatic go crazy again?"

"Yes?"

"Since the first time the game was cleared, no one was [normal] anymore." Cole twitched the corners of his mouth.

Qin Er looked away.

What he was looking at was the doctor in white with a scalpel on one of the live broadcast screens, staring blankly at a corpse road on the ground.

Blood stained every corner of the narrow corridor, and even the yellow escalator seemed to be painted with blood.

The weird, terrifying, cloud-like darkness seems to flow slowly along the screen at any time.

... just watching this scene made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Not to mention the players in it.

...Even if these players eventually survive, they are probably not far from being lunatic in the end.

"This copy is dividing human beings horizontally." He said: "Normal people, and, [madmen]."

"When humans reach a certain limit, they are no longer human." Cole said: "The way of thinking and the three views of this group of people will be very different from ours. They have long been biased by these copies, but this The dungeon is especially obvious - the stronger the player, in my opinion, the deeper the influence of the dungeon, the more insane."

"For example, the strongest No. 1 player?" Qin Er pursed the corners of his mouth while facing the screen.

"He." Cole laughed.

His drooping hand swayed slightly unconsciously, and the world was almost upside down before his eyes.

In my ears, the sound of raindrops was dripping.

"...He is the biggest lunatic." Cole said, "I expect that kind of lunatic to lead mankind-then I might as well find a chance. Believe in a religion, and rely on the gods to lead me."

"The first player is a lunatic." Qin Er nodded: "But he is also the most rational and normal lunatic. Before he really goes crazy and loses his mind, everyone can believe that he is the most normal person."

"Qin Er?" Cole frowned.

"I've noticed that person's eyes... Have you seen it? The way he looks at us people doesn't look like he's looking at humans, he doesn't look at his compatriots, he looks like he's looking at NPC characters in the game." Qin Er said: "I was thinking at the time, why does this person have such eyes... It's like he values ​​us very much, but at the same time doesn't seem to value us at all. I haven't thought about this issue until now. Understand, so I simply gave up thinking."

"What do you mean?"

"It doesn't mean anything... I just said it casually." Qin Er suddenly started another topic: "Ah, by the way, I forgot to tell you, I recently became a believer."

"You, an atheist, would do such a thing?" Cole raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah." Qin Er smiled: "I'm feeling right now that the future is bright."

"Interesting, how can a guy like you be so obsessed with... What kind of teaching?"

"The Lighthouse Teaching."

"……what?"

"The Lighthouse Cult." Qin Er repeated in a very light tone, "...Maybe I'm going crazy too."

"You're crazy, you want to believe in that kind of guy?"

"Unexpectedly, I actually think it's not bad." Qin Er smiled:

"...In such a desperate world, everyone has a **** in his heart.

Think of madmen as gods... Do you think it's me who's crazy, or is it people who generally believe this way, and those humans? "

...

Hashimoto Chiharu woke up from a nightmare.

When she woke up, her back was drenched, and there was a layer of fog in front of her eyes, and her whole body was filled with water vapor, as if she had just climbed up from the sea.

The wall clock on the wall was ticking and the hour hand was pointing at three o'clock.

Three in the morning.

She let go of the sticky hands that were gripped by the horns, and wiped the fine beads of sweat on her face.

Her hair was tangled like seaweed, she pulled it away with great effort, lifted the quilt, and checked the defensive array that had been arranged in advance.

...Fortunately, no one came in during the brief time she fell asleep.

She was really scared.

When she saw the other world scene in the previous fifth world, she was temporarily attracted and decided to end it, but she did not expect to encounter such a dangerous dungeon.

San value is set, crazy is really crazy, even returning to the main **** space will not restore the mental state...

This copy is unlike any before, with substantial danger and pervasive fear.

Fear that drives me crazy.

Hashimoto Chiharu had a partner before.

On the first day, while chatting, she formed a companion with a female player she did not know before. They said that they would support them together for five days, and live together until the end.

...But in just one day, the female player became mentally ill.

Standing in the corridor, still observing the clues, she almost cut her throat with a knife suddenly pulled out by the other party.

On the second day, the situation of the other party was not relieved in the slightest.

She saw that the other party collapsed instantly, became a lunatic, and then was killed by other players as an alien.

... And seeing a normal person being driven into a madman, she felt real fear at this time.

Although this copy of her has the legendary first player, her fear has not been reduced by half.

She pays attention to her san value all the time, it is more than sixty now.

And these 60 o'clock, it has already made it difficult for her to fall asleep, and the nightmares continued.

As far as she knew, the female player who suddenly went crazy went crazy when the san value was still fifty points.

There was no warning, as if a string was suddenly pulled, and the man completely turned into a lunatic in an instant.

She doesn't know how many points of san she will suddenly collapse~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Maybe even at the next moment...

Because of her fear, she even thought about committing suicide like this. Even if she was emptied of all her strength and returned, it would be better than becoming a lunatic.

The main **** space is not the original world, and the return is also a return to the personal small space. If there is no other person in the personal small space, no one will know if a person rots in it.

She was afraid of this ending.

...Why did the original mild world copy become like this?

She simply couldn't get used to this kind of real change.

She held the quilt nervously, as if she wanted to sink herself into it, but suddenly heard footsteps.

Calm, slow, like someone was walking down the corridor.

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