First Player Chapter 553

Chapter 553 Chapter 553 "Who killed the raven in the tower?"

"—what the **** is this! What is this white thing!" Someone fired a shot, but there was no feedback.

"—All defensive equipment is ineffective against him! Even the submachine gun was cut by him!"

"—This man is a monster! Monster! Run!"

They were screaming and running, utterly embarrassed.

In the face of this group of outsiders who are trying to start a virus war, Su Ming'an doesn't have a good face like Zhao Weidong.

The extreme contrast between good and evil in human nature is extremely obvious in these two groups of people.

When he was about to cut off a person's head, a middle-aged man with a stubborn beard knelt down at him and began to cry and repent, just like the three-piece suit of the sinner who confesses and redeems in a detective movie:

"—Please! Please, let me go, don't kill me, we are all for this world, and we just want peace..."

Looking at this person's appearance, Su Mingan laughed, and the blade in his hand kept falling.

"Sigh!"

The head of the middle-aged man rolled to the ground, and there was fear in his eyes. With a flick of the blade, Su Mingan drew a crescent-shaped bloodstain on the ground.

"That's what you said to an innocent little girl with purple hair." Su Mingan said to the corpse: "-'for world peace'."

—but when they stabbed the scalpel at her,

—Have you ever heard her cry?

He withdrew the knife and continued to walk towards the underground laboratory. The white tentacles were like giant pythons, smashing people into pieces. This cruel death method shocked a large number of researchers who were greedy for life and feared death, and they fled out crying.

The further down he went, the more he seemed to be able to hear a girl's cry for help. The girl who had been longing for sleep and always afraid of pain seemed to say to him from a distance—

【You finally came to save me. 】

Su Ming'an remembers that Yuan Shuangshuang died at night, if the current time is daytime...

The door of the underground laboratory was unlocked, he cut down the guard and kicked the door open—

Twisted, gray-white pipes spread all around, and in the center of the field of vision was a familiar, white bed with pipes tied.

"Drop, drop."

The display meter beating the broken line is still making a crisp sound, one after another, maintaining the girl's thin life.

The girl with purple hair, lying quietly on the bed, with the diary in her hand, her body was full of tubes, her body was covered with spots and broken skin, and her limbs were as thin as shriveled spider legs.

…but her eyes are still moving.

He saw her alive.

But what stopped Su Mingan was a black-haired young man sitting beside her bed and reading a story to her.

"—'We must firmly believe in the world of revelation, even if all the angels in the kingdom of heaven come down to tell me that things are different, I will not doubt my belief in every syllable of the words, but will close my eyes and cover my ears, Because they are not worth seeing or hearing.'"

The youth's expression is gentle and not depressed. He sits gracefully, leaning forward slightly, slowly turning over the book on his knees, his attitude is close and not offensive:

"'All the faithful have the ability to close their eyes and ears, to dismiss things 'not worth seeing or hearing', and the strength of their steadfastness comes from this...'"

He was reading, and suddenly closed the book.

"Luther's words may explain why you people have fallen here." Su Rin turned her head and looked at Su Mingan standing at the door: "Are you surprised, why am I faster than you?"

He was sitting beside the hospital bed, close to Yuanshuang Bipolar.

"Su Rin in Praia has several generations. It's not surprising that you have a skill similar to a clone." Su Mingan said.

"..." Su Rin smiled.

Seeing Su Mingan approaching, Yuan Shuangshuang's eyes twitched slightly, wondering who he was and why he came here.

She turned her head sideways, revealing her extremely short hair that was shaved for the convenience of the experiment.

She didn't seem to want to be seen, and her body shrank back subconsciously, but she couldn't move, she could only make a slight crackling sound.

【…My face is all broken skin, and my legs are blackened out. I don't look good, and the spots on my body are disgusting…My appearance is really no different from a monster, right? 】

[Xiao Ai suddenly said, I can stop insisting, I can have a good sleep. 】

"Who are you... who are you?" She said, "Are you... Xiao Ai? Are you here... put me to sleep?"

"I'm not Xiao Ai." Su Ming'an said.

"Su Ming'an, let's make a deal." Su Rin put his hand on the book cover: "You and Sibel each have [energy], right? Since both of you have energy, give me a share. In exchange, I will not prevent you from gaining the authority of the black crow. In this way, we can both satisfy each other's three elements of becoming gods - we can become gods together."

His hand was slightly forward, and it was close to Yuan Shuangshuang's arm embroidered with crows, which was her black crow authority.

He's threatening this. If Su Ming'an doesn't agree to him, he may kill her and forcibly take her black crow authority.

"You want to become a **** so much, do you want to stay in the dome?" Su Mingan said.

"How is that possible." Su Rin smiled: "I just want to see the strength of the gods in this world."

Su Mingan glanced at Sibel, wanting to hear her thoughts.

Sibel's eyes moved slightly.

"Okay, my energy, you can take it." She said to Su Rin, "Come out with me, this basement is too narrow for handover."

"Can I trust your character, No. 1 player?" Su Rin looked at Su Mingan: "She doesn't want to trick me out and give you the chance to become a **** first, right?"

"...you go." Su Mingan said.

He didn't know what Sibel was going to do, she should have her thoughts.

Su Rin and Sibel left.

Su Mingan was about to speak when he saw Yuan Shuangshuang closed his eyes.

"It's so noisy, you guys." She said, "That person named Su Rin...has been reading stories to me that I don't understand, and I said I don't want to hear them anymore. "

Su Ming'an always felt that Yuan Shuangshuang's comment was familiar, as if someone had said that to him...

"I'm so sleepy, I'm so sleepy..." Yuan Shuangshuang blinked: "Just now, there was a lot of noise outside, I heard screams, what did you... do?"

"No one will come to persecute you, those researchers are gone." Su Mingan said.

She let out a sigh of relief, and that immature, ragged little face pulled out a smile, as if relieved.

"Then you... You saved us, you are a good person." Her eyelashes moved: "Good person, you can promise me... From now on, there will be no more children like me, it hurts... Is it okay?"

"Sure enough, still, can't it?" She said, and suddenly vomited blood.

"I really want to... I really want to wear more skirts, I really want to eat chicken wings... But I can't put on any clothes anymore, I vomit as soon as I eat..."

"I don't care about world peace, I'm just so sleepy, so sleepy... so painful... I just, I don't want to be called a 'monster', but in the end I... seem to really be a monster.

Are we the people of the sky who are monsters...or are those researchers who forced us to be...monsters? "

She took a breath, and looked at him with her red eyes that were full of red silk, but looked exceptionally clear.

The halo of the room fell on her pale face, like dancing on the colorful glass.

In her, deformity seems to have become a kind of beauty. This contrast between the exterior and the interior is like the intertwined ice and fire, the deformed dry bones and her rotten flesh mixed together, and the contrast is intertwined.

A child like is as simple as a piece of paper.

—What is it that paints such a blank piece of paper into the monster-like appearance it is today?

Yuan both stared at him.

She seemed to sweep everything into her eyes, remembering the last scene in front of her eyes.

She looked at the world so greedily.

After a while, she closed her eyes little by little.

"Good night." Su Mingan said.

"...Good night," she said softly.

This person doesn't dislike her being a monster, and he still talks to her, which is different from the person who broke in and read her a story for a long time.

Although I don't know who the person in front of the bed is, he is very gentle.

I hope that children like her can meet such a gentle person in the future,

You don't have to be like her.

is too bitter.

It hurts too much.

【I don't understand what "death" is. 】

【Close your eyes, it won't hurt, is there anything better than this? 】

Her time has come.

The time of her death was exactly the same as what was recorded in her diary, exactly.

She closed her eyes, more beautiful than when she was alive, and the blood at the corners of her mouth was like spilled red wine.

The blood-colored crow on her arm turned into a bracelet, floating in the air like a sparkling gem.

【(Yuan Shuangshuang) has died. 】

【You can get (Black Crow Authority)】

Maybe Xiao Ai gave Su Mingan a chance, but she didn't come to grab the power.

This is his last step away from Baishen.

Su Mingan reached out to the authority of the black crow, but was stopped by a hand.

The one who stopped him was Sibel, who had rushed back. Her face was obviously much older, her white hair was dry, her skin was wrinkled, and even her lips looked shriveled.

Obviously, she did not choose to give her energy to Su Rin.

"You... sacrifice your life force again?" Su Ming'an said.

"I can't let a guy I don't trust become a god." Sibel said: "In order to beat him, I can only do this. It doesn't matter, this reincarnation is coming to an end, and my vitality will come back."

"Is he dead?"

"Not dead. He said, 'It's a repayment of your respect for the Knights of Light in Praia,' and then disappeared," she said.

"Did he really say that?" Su Ming'an said, "I hope he didn't hold back his ultimate move. If he can safely get to the end of the copy, I will happily write him a thank you letter."

Sibel didn't answer the topic, she moved her eyes, staring at the black crow authority floating on Yuan Shuangshuang's body.

She stared at this authority, her gaze seemed to stick to a hot soldering iron.

"Su Ming'an, I can see that you are not a good person. Your view of good and evil is quite vague..." She said, "A person like you can become a **** after meeting the conditions. Then the **** we have always believed in... What is it?"

In this last moment,

She actually asked the exact same question as Feng Chang back then.

The way of thinking that she and her brother had separated for a long time suddenly came close.

"—It doesn't matter whether it is a righteous **** or an evil **** who protects people, doesn't it?" Su Mingan said:

"—Wake or sleep, calm or crazy, does it matter? Our existence is more justified than any reason. The distinction between good and evil, the oldest and the most illusory, nothing matters.

Maybe we have already gone crazy, just like a few days ago, we have fallen into a beautiful hallucination, thinking that we have successfully come here, including reincarnation, but so what?

Weak people, incurable people, greedy people, selfish people... They can't do anything about many things. All they can do is to console themselves. The perfect' ending. "

"Siebel." He continued: "—we have achieved, all we can, all."

Siebel raised his eyelids.

She just flicked it slightly, and the tears that she had accumulated for a long time since she saw the apocalypse outside fell down.

There was a slight hoarse sound in her throat, but she couldn't say a word, her fingers moved, and her whole body was shaking.

—Just living freely is enough.

—We just have to live.

She slowly let go of the hand on Su Ming'an's arm, her wrinkled and slightly vicissitudes face filled with a smile.

Tears welled up in my eyes.

For this world, she is scarred,

But tears filled his eyes and blood filled his eyes.

"No matter how kind or malicious they have—" She stared into Su Ming'an's eyes, as if she saw her own reflection.

She said slowly, word by word—

"—or how do we see us as 'heretic'?"

According to legend, during the time of Charles II, the Tower of London was flooded with ravens.

There was an ancient prophecy - [Once the raven flies away, the Tower of London will collapse and England will suffer bad luck. 】

The monarchs of the past dynasties regarded the raven as a symbol of the rise and fall of the country. To ensure they became permanent residents of the Tower of London, the ravens had their flight feathers clipped to prevent the prophecy from being fulfilled.

The ravens whose flying feathers have been clipped cannot travel far. They live in towers day and night, becoming victims of tourism, losing the freedom to fly far away, and fulfilling the glory of the country.

Then, in the dome,

—Who killed the raven in the tower?

Is it the curse burster driven by the desire to survive, the castle researcher who is greedy for profit, the kind outsider who does bad things with good intentions, the young clan chief who tries to cover up the truth, or the **** who wants to destroy life to change the era?

or…

Those who are good at rejecting 'others', refusing to accept 'rational', those who cut their own feathers, human beings themselves?

Those who have to put on the shackles are the top players who seem to be "unstable".

Or are they ordinary people who are on the verge of madness?

—Who killed the raven in the tower?

—who killed man himself?

【Perfect clearance progress: 99%】

(end of this chapter)

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