(I haven’t finished writing today, hehehe)
(For perfect attendance, I can only continue to use scrap stamps to top up the number. Let’s just treat it as an anti-theft stamp)
(As usual, replace it with the main text tomorrow , maybe wait until the evening?)
(I try to bring something new every time/move my eyes)
(For the sake of my hard work in writing a copy, Cough cough cough, don’t scold me)
Chen Jian felt that the driver who came to pick him up was a little strange.
He looks like he is in his early twenties, wearing a white coat and a pair of flat-rimmed glasses, and has a rather bookish appearance.
No matter how you look at it, you should be in the laboratory of the institute, rather than driving a taxi full of smoke and parking at the entrance of the university campus.
"You looked at me for the eighth time in fifteen minutes, and the longest time you looked at me was fourteen seconds." The driver spoke, his voice was very calm, and his eyes did not shift at all, "You have What do you want to ask me?"
"No...no." Chen Jian swallowed and subconsciously grabbed the handle on the inside of the door, wondering whether to jump out of the car at the next traffic light.
If it were normal times, he wouldn't be so suspicious, but this time is different from the past.
Half an hour ago, at six o'clock in the evening, he was playing games in his dormitory. The computer screen suddenly went black, and then a line of red writing popped up:
【Do you want to be a god? 】
【YesorNo】
Chen Jian watched "Infinite Horror", and his first reaction was that some boring book fan was suffering from the second disease, learned some hacking skills and pranked others. .
But then, the line of text was copied crazily, covering Chen Jian's entire field of vision like a seal in a few seconds.
Not only the computer screen, but also the desktop, wardrobe, ceiling, everywhere is occupied by the same question——
【Do you want to be a god? 】
【You want to be a god...】
【You want to...】
At this point, Chen Jian finally realized that he had encountered a supernatural event.
Relying on many years of experience in reading online articles, he maintained a precarious calm and moved the mouse to [No].
However, the next second, Chen Jian found that his limbs were no longer under control. He held the mouse tightly with his right hand and slowly moved the cursor to [Yes].
"No...I don't want to!" He had a bad guess and struggled violently, but his right hand firmly clicked.
【Do you want to be a god? 】
【Yes】
New text refreshed like crazy, filling the screen:
[Congratulations on qualifying for the game and being selected as a player in the Gods Game]
[After the game starts, your world will undergo earth-shaking changes]
[There is only one winner in this game, the winner becomes a god, and the loser dies]
Chen Jian found that his phone lit up, and a new software appeared on it. The icon was an "∞" symbol.
The software opens automatically, and the black words "Current Surviving Players" appear on the white panel. The numbers below are growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally freeze at "10,000".
[All players have been summoned and tasks are being distributed]
[Your task: arrive at No. 101 Liming Road to report on time before 20:00 on July 17, 2035]
[Failure penalty: death]
July 17th is today.
Time is running out.
Chen Jian, who has read dozens of Wuyouliu novels, knows the cruelty of the Lord God and does not want to risk the consequences of being late.
So he called a taxi and got in it uneasily.
……
The taxi drove all the way out of the suburbs, passing through the industrial area that was spewing white smoke, running over broken bricks and stones, and stumbling to a stop in front of an abandoned factory.
A pitch-black night enveloped the earth, and dim lights were scattered in the distance, unable to illuminate the road ahead.
The time displayed on the mobile phone was 19:50, and Baidu Map showed that the destination had been reached. Chen Jian was about to pay when he saw the driver getting off the driver's seat, walking around from the front of the car to the passenger seat, and pulling open the door. .
"Li Mo, I am a player like you." The driver took out a smartphone with a broken screen from his pocket, clicked on an interface, and held it up in front of Chen Jian, "My task is to pick up the You, send it to No. 101 Liming Road."
The black characters on a white background were clearly written on the mobile phone interface. Chen Jian breathed a sigh of relief, but more doubts arose in his mind.
Li Mo took advantage of the situation and turned on the flashlight that came with his phone, using the white light to illuminate it and walked to the trunk of the car.
Chen Jian asked from behind: "Then why didn't you tell me earlier?" It made me worried for so long along the way...
"No need, you were already in my car. , and didn't have the guts to jump out of the car." Li Mo's voice was calm, and Chen Jian saw him dragging something out of the trunk of the car.
"What about now? Why did you tell me again?" Chen Jian also got out of the car and stepped on a broken iron sheet with a crisp sound.
He turned on the flashlight on his cell phone and looked forward, finally seeing clearly what Li Mo was dragging in his hand.
He was a middle-aged man wearing a blue shirt, with gray hair and dark skin. He was a type that would be unrecognizable in a crowd. At this moment, his eyes were closed and he was unconscious.
Chen Jian opened his mouth wide, almost ready to scream, and then heard Li Mo say calmly: "He is still alive, but he was knocked unconscious by me. He was the original driver, and he happened to receive your order. , I have to do this under the guidance of the mission."
"I am telling you everything clearly to gain your trust. I think the mission requires me to pick you up. We have reached a cooperative relationship. I don’t want you and me to suffer internal losses due to unreasonable suspicions.”
The words were clear and logical. Chen Jian nodded awkwardly, not knowing how to calm down with this person. Some over the top "teammates" say something.
He approached cautiously and felt the driver's breath with his fingers, making sure that the driver was still alive before feeling relieved.
Li Mo waited for him to retreat, put the driver on his shoulders, and walked step by step towards the abandoned factory.
Chen Jian followed for a few steps and couldn't help but ask: "What are you taking him for?"
"To prevent him from exposing our location when he wakes up." Li Mo kept walking, "If the police know that we are players, it will be very troublesome."
"Why? For something like this, it is better for the police to intervene than for us to fight alone, right? You didn't say you can't tell others..." Chen Jian felt that he had become a problem baby, but if he didn't ask questions clearly about some things, he would always feel uneasy.
He even felt a little self-blame. If he hadn't taken a taxi, the driver would never have been involved in this inexplicable thing...
Li Mo said: "Only 10,000 of the 8 billion people in the world are qualified to become gods. Regardless of whether the end is evolution or death, this kind of supernatural event is enough to constitute an unstable factor affecting order. The most economical way to deal with it is to All 10,000 people were under control for research.”
The shaking flashlight cast a circular circle of light on the gravel-strewn dirt floor. The monster-like tall iron door of the factory was opened, and “101” was written in red on the wall. " number, and the words "Doomsday is Coming" are written on the other side in the same red color, crookedly like a child's scribblings. Chen Jian didn't take it seriously: "There's nothing wrong with cooperating with research. I have no interest in becoming a god or anything. I just want to stay in my dormitory and be a salted fish..."
" What if the result of the study is that it is safest to kill ten thousand of us?"
Li Mo stood in front of the factory door and looked back at Chen Jian, his face as white as a ghost under the flashlight: " As long as there is a 100% chance, if it happens, it will be 100% death.”
"So next, we must hide ourselves at all times and be prepared to hide here and there under the search of the state machine."
Li Mo's tone was very solemn. Chen Jian was affected by his emotions and became serious and nervous. stand up.
He thought that he was willing to sacrifice for the collective interests, but if it was like what Li Mo said, he would die just because he was selected, it would be too aggrieved.
Of course, as a good young man with good roots, Chen Jian felt from the bottom of his heart that Li Mo was too pessimistic, and the country might not be so indifferent as to disregard the lives of innocent citizens.
But he knew that some people were skeptics and it was difficult to be convinced, so he did not refute and followed Li Mo into the factory in silence.
There was no one in the dark factory building. The dust that had settled for a long time was blown to his face by the wind as he walked, making Chen Jian's nose itchy.
Li Mo put the driver's back against the wall and held up the flashlight to shine around.
Chen Jian followed suit, but felt the phone in his hand vibrate.
He turned over his hands and took a look, only to see two lines of black text on the white background of the "∞" APP:
[The current task has been completed, and the new task will be completed in ten Distributed within minutes】
[Current Surviving Players: 9517]
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Why do good people always die short?
Zhang Chengwen looked at the pale body of the deceased and suddenly wanted to kill one person in particular.
The deceased was a good person, so the person who killed him is a bad person.
Bad people should not stay in this world.
Zhang Chengwen walked towards the door of the mourning hall, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it with a lighter, and held it in his mouth.
There was drizzle outside the door, plunging to the ground diagonally, as neatly as a sketch. A few raindrops splashed into the room after falling, spreading a fine layer of frost on the tile floor.
Zhang Chengwen looked at the rain quietly, puffing on his cigarette one after another, thinking about his next plan.
Should we kill one person or the whole family?
Should he kill him directly or force that bastard to confess first?
After you are done, should you destroy the body and eliminate all traces, or should you surrender to the Public Security Bureau?
Killing is not difficult, but it is not that simple either. There are many issues to consider.
Of course, since Zhang Chengwen has never killed anyone, these troublesome things can be put aside for the time being.
Spitting the cigarette butt on the ground and crushing it with his feet, Zhang Chengwen strode into the rain curtain outside the mourning hall and walked towards the convenience store.
What he needs to do now is to buy a fruit knife.
……
Most funeral homes will have a convenience store near them, which is normal.
You always have to bring something to attend a funeral. Everyone else has brought something, but you are always embarrassed to leave empty-handed, even if you want to buy a pack of cigarettes? With cigarettes, you always need a lighter, right?
——Convenience stores are such a good place for emergencies.
But today, probably because of the rain, the convenience store that usually had a few businesses was extremely deserted. There was not a single customer all morning.
Zhang Chengwen arrived at the convenience store at 1:30 in the afternoon.
He stepped on the slippery floor, leaving light gray shoe prints all the way, picked the longest fruit knife on the shelf, and walked to the counter.
The person behind the counter raised his head and turned to him: "Most of the current fruit knives have their tips blunted and the sides are designed to prevent cuts. Unless you are extremely strong or find the right angle, Cutting the pulse and cutting the throat, otherwise you can't kill the person."
The man was wearing a blood-stained red trench coat, and covered his face with a white hollow smiley mask. At first glance, he looked like a ghost seeking life, which was weird. And weird.
Is this... cosplay?
Zhang Chengwen was stunned, but saw the man in red take out a masonry hammer from nowhere and put it on the counter: "For your current plan, it is more convenient to use this to hit your head. Six yuan Six, I’ll sell you the cost price.”
The voice of the man in red was very young, but there was a sense of indifference to human life, as if he was used to life and death, or...killed too many people.
Zhang Chengwen clenched the fruit knife and asked in a cold voice: "Who are you? How do you know..."
"Don't be so nervous. I'm just here for the first time, and I want to buy a shop. It's just a business.
The man in red chuckled and clasped his fingers in front of him: "Of course, I can also see that you have encountered some problems and want to solve them through some extreme methods.
"But with all due respect, Your ideas and plans are so rubbish that they will not only fail to help you achieve your goals, but will instead drag the deceased's relatives and friends into trouble - this is not the result you want to see, right?
“Based on this, we may be able to talk in more depth. For example, my hobby and main job is to help others formulate murder plans, and I can now give you a plan for free.”
< br>Zhang Chengwen looked at the man in red intently, sweat dripping from his palms.
Everything in front of him was absurd to the extreme. He wanted to kill someone, but someone saw it. The man recommended tools to him and claimed that he could help him make a plan...
But for some reason, there was an inexplicable touch in his heart, tricking him into believing that he needed help and that the masked man in red could really help him...
Zhang Chengwen asked: "Why? Help me?"
The man in red raised his hand and touched the chin of the mask, and laughed again: "Ha, maybe it's because I'm curious about your story."
...
White likes to know the stories of the dead, it makes him happy.
Because for normal people, nothing is more painful than death.
Feelings such as happiness can only be derived through comparison.
Just like a person in a wheelchair walking slowly along the street, the passers-by cast sympathetic glances at him, some of which were mixed with those who were lucky enough to have able-bodied hands and feet. They were glad that their conditions in a certain field were better than those of others. More than enough.
Only by smacking the pain of others can you realize that there is still room for change in your current situation. Whether you plan for a rainy day or take pleasure in misfortune, you are happier than immersing yourself in your own miserable life and feeling sorry for yourself.
White likes to chew pain, including others' and his own, and is not afraid to cause some tragedies manually.
It’s an abnormal psychology, a type of antisocial personality disorder, that has contributed to tens of thousands of serial killings and has been the subject of infamous lobotomy surgeries over the last century. (End of this chapter)