First Player Chapter 950

Chapter 950 Chapter 948 · "Sheep in the Rain (7

Su Mingan stared at the file, and the two words "drowning" were shining brightly.

He suddenly remembered the system prompt at the beginning of the dungeon:

【Welcome players to the tenth world!】

【World Name: The Old World·Dream Patrol Land】

【Basic task for all players: Survive, live to the twentieth day. 】

【Check your identity as: Su Mingan. 】

Detect your identity as...Su Mingan?

He plays "Su Mingan", not "Su Wensheng".

At first, he thought that Su Wensheng was his vest this time, but now he found out that he was actually Su Wensheng's replacement—Su Wensheng had died long before Su Mingan arrived.

At this moment, Su Mingan suddenly felt a headache, as if something was exploding in his mind. He got up staggeringly, rushed into the room under the suspicious gazes of several people, and lay down on the bed panting heavily.

A large number of memory images flooded his mind, as if dragging him into the past memory—

I've always thought the world was weird.

It seems that it should not be like this before. The spring breeze and flowers should stay here, and there should be no gods in the sky.

I thought that some people would raise objections, at least feel that we should go back to history, but under the dark sky, I only saw the silent majority. People target themselves, unilaterally give themselves the responsibility of "loving society" and monitor whether others love this society. Under this logic, the more they accuse others, the more they love society.

In the end, no one is going to trace the truth anymore.

I don't like the way the world is.

Later, I raised an orange cat. My mother told me that keeping a pet can reduce my internal friction. The orange cat always looks at me with a lazy look, as if pitying me.

After all, I know my thoughts don't make sense and I can't change anything. I was born in an ordinary family, my father was a guard in a small town, and although my mother was the most famous mystic in the world, she was always away from home, as if I was born without a mother.

In the process of raising orange cats, I began to understand the weight of life. Sometimes when I see a dead body starved to death by the side of the road, I wonder if this person is an orange cat raised by a rich man, would he not be starved to death.

But I can't change a thing, I'm just a normal person.

When I was eight years old, I was squatting under the teaching building, pouring water for a wild cat. There was a burst of giggling student voices from behind, vaguely mentioning words such as "fifth floor", "art classroom", "beautiful".

I didn't understand what they were saying until I passed the fifth floor of the teaching building, where there was a long-abandoned art classroom.

Through the glass window of the classroom, I saw the teacher and female students without clothes. At that moment, a flash of lightning flashed in my heart, and I suddenly understood why the world has fallen into this way. Everything I saw, from top to bottom, turned out to be soaked in filth.

I yelled and opened the door and entered, saying that I would call the police. The female student gave me a grateful glance and ran away. The teacher pressed my shoulder with a gloomy expression, as if I had made some terrible mistake.

The cold wind of the winter moon poured into my neck, and I shivered. I suddenly remembered the laughter of the students just now—yes, they should have seen this scene, but they did not choose to open the door, but They left with a smile, they were extremely "smart". Only I broke the scene desperately, like some kind of "order" destroyer.

I remembered my grandma's advice. She said that the family is getting poorer and poorer. My mother hasn't sent money to the family for a long time. It is very hard for me to go to school.

But breaking this scene, is it considered an outrageous thing? Or is standing outside the glass window watching silently and making "good-looking" remarks be considered a kind of outrageous human nature?

I don't understand, I have just passed my eighth spring and autumn, and I still can't understand why the "silent majority" was born. My blood is too hot, my face is too hot, my hands are moving too fast, they all make me so desperate.

On the way to the office, I couldn't help but look back and look under the teaching building. The female student fled out wrapped in torn clothes. The students screamed, as if she was some kind of monster. She was still young, but the marks on her body were like wounds that could not heal. Every line of sight made the wound worse , as if there were maggots parasitic on her body following people's eyes, making her life full of holes in the future.

I watched her flee desperately, she gradually escaped from this **** for her, like a bird with broken wings.

I stood in the office, and the principal patted me on the shoulder, telling me not to spread the matter, and not to call the police. He would rate me as a three-good student, as long as I remained silent.

—But how can I keep silent?

I remembered that art classroom, the tables and chairs were all brand new, presumably this wasn't the first time this happened, even in places I couldn't see, it had happened dozens or hundreds of times. If I were to keep silent, I would throw myself into hell.

I shook my head.

Eight-year-old me did not understand what silence was.

Later, I was detained in that office. My father came to look for me, but was kicked out by the security guards. The principal said that I violated the school rules and disciplines and needed to be punished.

The torrential rain outside the window was getting bigger and bigger. My sight seemed to be through the layers of walls, and I saw the art classroom. There were still people coming in and out, with a smug expression on their faces. I put my hands on the window glass, pulled down the long traces, and wiped away the mist. I saw my pale face, my pupils shrank slightly, and my lips were tightly pressed, as if they were pitying me.

I seem to see an orange cat, and I become this cat.

ah.

I suddenly understood.

It turns out that "going out of line" is indeed a crime.

If everyone is silent and you yell, you will be taken away, as a matter of course.

I was taken away.

To shut me up, I was sent to a dark place. There was no light to be seen there, only endless beatings and confinement, and it was said that it was a place for bad boys.

When I was so hungry that I was about to faint, I thought to myself, if I hadn't opened the door of the art classroom that day, or if I had chosen to remain silent in front of the principal, wouldn't I have become a “bad boy”?

But no matter how many times I think about it, a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times... I will choose to push that door open. I want to save that girl, her escape has alerted people. I vaguely heard that the art classroom was sealed up later, and many people began to pay attention to this matter, and no one was victimized by it.

That's really, really good.

I am an ordinary person, I can only do what ordinary people can do. That is to be able to take a step forward bravely. In this way, perhaps the "silent majority" will not be born.

In the pain, I laughed. I hope that the girl will be safe and successful in the future.

After staying there for many years, my body gradually grew taller, and my whole body was covered with whiplash wounds, countless. I began to think repeatedly about how I can change this society and how I can keep myself from being changed.

Later, the school was thoroughly investigated, and someone came to rescue me, and I was able to see the sun again.

The moment the sun shines on my face, I smell the smell of sycamore trees by the roadside.

The person who saved me is called "Doctor Su", who has the same surname as mine, and he is a doctor with justice in his heart. In chatting with him, I heard the term "Project Ark".

Dr. Su said that this plan is an extremely evil plan, and the countries, cities, and forces involved are extremely large, and it is impossible for him alone to uproot it. It is a "artificial qualified person" plan.

I just found out that the dark place I was in was one of the experimental bases of the "Ark Project". The children in it were all experimental subjects, and they conducted human experiments through various cruel means. Fortunately, I was lucky enough not to die in the in.

Dr. Su patted my head and said that I was still young, so I should go home and not get involved. When I leave the small town after the college entrance examination and become a big shot in the future, I will come to him again.

I went home and stood under the sycamore tree of my house. I haven't set foot here for many years. I think of the braised prawns made by my father, the purse sewn by my grandma, and the orange cat I raised. It must be very fat and big now. Clear and clean.

I pushed the door and entered.

In front of me is the body of the orange cat.

In an instant, I seemed to have fallen into an ice cave, with cold hands and feet.

I frantically searched for my father and found his diary.

【December 7: Son, did you go home today? 】

【December 12: Son, the school told me you were locked up. It's all because Dad wasn't strong enough to get you out. Although I don't know what you did, but you must have done something right. Dad believes in you, and Dad is waiting for you to come back. 】

【June 13: I went to tidy up your room today, looking at your stationery, Dad felt so sad. I lay on your bed for a while, and when I woke up, my surroundings were warm. I thought you had come back, but when I turned around, it turned out to be the sunlight outside the window. It turned out that it was already summer. 】

【July 1st: Dad misses you very much, in your dream tonight, give Dad a hug. 】

【September 21st: Grandma's illness is getting worse, and Dad has to take her to see a doctor far away. If you go home, don't blame Dad for not being able to welcome you. Dad sincerely hopes that you are all well. 】

【November 29: Dad came back today to pick up things. Grandma no longer remembers Dad, but she still remembers your name. She always called "Wen Sheng" and "Wen Sheng" in bed. The doctor said that if you could go and see her, she might still remember something. Your cat has also been very ill recently, but Dad really has no money...]

I hugged the diary tightly in my arms, feeling very blocked in my heart.

I tried to call my mother and yelled at her—where the **** are you and why don't you come home and have a look at us. But I don't even have her phone number.

I buried the orange cat.

A person took a shovel and buried it. Its body is really fat, like a big orange loaf under the ground, it looks funny.

I watched, but couldn't laugh.

I looked at the bruises on my arms, touched the cracks and palm marks around my mouth, and looked at my limbs like reeds. Standing under the plane tree, I couldn't laugh at anything.

The orange cat is lifeless and stinks, and its eyes can no longer reflect my sadness, which confuses and angers me—why even you have become like this? Why can't even you survive?

But I could only fill in the soil silently, put its favorite cat food on the ground, and sat there for a long time. Then, I called and asked how the girl student was doing.

She is the one I saved. If her life goes well, my efforts will be worthwhile.

A classmate told me that later she suffered countless cold looks. The neighbors pointed at her, saying that flies do not bite seamless eggs, and that she will be dirty in the future. People took pictures of her disheveled appearance that day, and as the incident spread wildly on the Internet, her information was exposed. Then, one night, she jumped into the lake.

I slowly put down the phone.

Unparalleled pain and numbness, like a poisonous snake climbing up my back. I suddenly felt as if I had been drowning in the deep sea since I was born, falling bit by bit, and never floated up.

I smashed the shovel into my hand, and seeing the blood flow out, I actually felt pleasure in my heart, but this pleasure made me even more sad.

What the **** did I save?

How can I shake this deep-rooted darkness?

For the first time, I felt that the world finally beat me once. But I sat under the sycamore tree for a long time, until the sun went down, and decided to continue as before, the blood is not cold yet.

After that, I continued my studies and went to high school.

Until the age of nineteen—

"Wow!"

As if there was a sudden cracking sound, the memory ended, Su Mingan flashed in front of his eyes, and he returned to the narrow room again, and the self in the mirror was panting heavily.

He covered his beating heart, tightening his fingers bit by bit.

"Su Wensheng."

Su Mingan said in a low voice.

He has imagined this identity thousands of times—he once thought that Su Wensheng is a genius, just like Asa Actor, who is so intelligent that he can save the world at a young age. He also thought that Su Wensheng was like Su Rin, what kind of adventure he had, so that he could bury the game with many twists and turns.

But he never once thought that Su Wensheng was just an ordinary person. A nineteen-year-old, ordinary child who can't even escape from school, and can't even keep a cat—just like countless ordinary people in the world, he has no power except the righteousness and kindness in his heart.

But the known information tells Su Mingan—Su Wensheng has countless vests, Su Wensheng is the leader of the Human Self-Salvation Alliance, Su Wensheng is the deputy director of the Urban Protection Department, Su Wensheng is Dr. Su of the Psychological Research Center, Su Wensheng has close ties with the old Holy See , Su Wensheng may even be the legendary alien king.

Nineteen years old, a high school student who can't even protect himself.

With countless vests on his body and shoulders, he stands on the top of the world.

What a disharmony this is, which makes Su Mingan feel unbelievable. The first nineteen years of Su Wensheng's life were nothing special—only what happened in the last year.

Moreover, Su Wensheng had drowned. Su Mingan is just playing "Su Wensheng".

(end of this chapter)

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