First Player Chapter 955

Chapter 955 Chapter Nine Hundred and Fifty-Three · "Hello, Su Wensheng." (Thanks to the leader of "Lonely Clouds on Both Sides")

Occultism is an ancient discipline that deals with herbs, history, religion, philosophy, mythology.

Ying thought that Zu Lixian, as a mystic, must be a cold researcher. The room should be orderly and cold, with pale experimental instruments everywhere. But when he opened the door, he saw a flower tree standing under the room.

Constrained by the height of the ceiling, the flowering tree does not grow very high, but it looks luxuriant. Wintersweet-like flowers are dotted between the leaves, which are rare real plants in the old world, not chemical imitations.

A cold fragrance rushed over her face, and Ying's footsteps stopped at the door.

He saw that apart from this beautiful flower tree, the walls were covered with pale roses, the ceiling was dotted with pure white lilies, and even the wooden stairs beside it were accompanied by green vines, which were extremely bright, and the whole house was full of vitality. As if to breathe.

There are ink and wash paintings hanging on the wall, as if there was a woman standing here, adding strokes with appropriate shades of strokes. She will show a bright smile, and will also carefully cultivate beautiful flower trees, living a romantic and emotional life.

—But Ying only felt cold inside.

Through the information on the ontology, Ying already knew about Su Wensheng's past life—Su Lixian, as Su Wensheng's mother, hardly appeared in Su Wensheng's life. Her address, job, and phone number are all unknown. Even when grandma was sick and Su Wensheng was locked up, she didn't show up, not even a call of condolences.

She is the most famous occultist. But she didn't care about what happened to Su Wensheng and let him be tortured. They even plant flowers and paint pictures here in a very sentimental way.

Ying clenched his fists tightly. The more he observed the warmth of this building, the more he felt Su Wensheng's helplessness.

【—Why don't I have a mother? 】

【—Why doesn't she care about me, why doesn't she call me all the time, is there something wrong with me? 】

【-why why…】

The brighter the flowers and plants, the colder this family relationship will appear.

Ying searched the building for a long time, but found no valuable clues, but there was a beautiful harp in Zurich's room.

Beves introduced: "Ms. Su Lixian likes to play the harp, and this is her favorite harp. We all thought that if she hadn't been immersed in the occult, maybe she would have become an excellent harpist."

Ying touched the gorgeous carvings of the qin, looking at this expensive qin, his eyes were cold.

Bivis said: "The paintings downstairs are the paintings jointly created by Ms. Su Lixian and Ms. Lin Yuzi, they are companions."

Ying said: "Lin Yuzi?"

Bivis said: "Even Yi Zhongyu's mother has passed away for several years."

Ying sneered: "Ms. Su Li is really popular. The Yi family is not an ordinary family. She can become friends with Yi Zhongyu's mother."

Bivis smiled slightly: "Ms. Su Lixian is the most famous occultist, and many people want to make friends with her. If she hadn't committed a major crime, she would still have a place in the world today. She is such a dazzling person .”

Ying wondered in a daze, is there a possibility that Su Mingan's mother will be as dazzling as Mr. Su Li?

Ying held the camera and pointed at Bivis: "You can leave now, I want to check the computer in her room."

Bivis' face was stiff: "I don't need to leave, I can guide you..."

The camera shot up in an instant, almost covering Bivis' entire face. Bivis backed away with a livid face. He must have been photographed in an extremely ugly way. The first dream watcher didn't know how to find the shooting angle, so he directly died. Slap in the face.

"I don't need guidance, I'm going to check her computer, go, go!" The video chased away the pigs in the pigsty, and drove Bivis out of the room.

With a bang, the door closed. Bivis clenched his fists tightly, bleeding from his fingernails.

Ying turned on the computer in the room, but there were only some irrelevant occult records. He felt annoyed—as expected, no useful clues would stay here, the coalition government had already scoured everything.

Just as he was looking around, a halo in the corner swept across his body, as if authenticating his irises, and then, an electronic mechanical sound sounded:

【Welcome back, Ms. Su Lixian. 】

【Please enter the password:? 】

"Huh?" Ying narrowed his eyes.

—Is this left behind by Zu Lixian?

This is the mechanism for authentication iris, which means that no one has successfully opened it. It really made him find something new. But why can his iris pass the authentication?

"Password?" Ying didn't know what password Su Wensheng's mother would set, so she casually said, "6666?"

【Incorrect password, please try again. (The remaining times are four times, the times are exhausted, and the information will be destroyed.)]

"Hey, hey, there are only four chances." Ying raised his eyebrows: "I think... Su Wensheng's birthday... Forget it, this kind of heartless mother will definitely not use this as a password..."

He thought for a moment, then gave up thinking.

Directly send the problem to the main body, and it will be smashed beautifully.

"Ontology, here is a password, you see what to enter..."

Su Mingan sat on the railing of the bridge, and the long night wind blew his black hair with moist moisture.

Wang Mingming, Han Han and Shang Qi sat beside them. Now it's time for vacation, they choose to look at the scenery and play cards.

"Hey, Su Xiaobai, aren't you coming to play?" Wang Mingming called out.

Su Mingan shook his head, his legs were hanging on the railing of the long bridge, and below was the endless wide river.

Su Mingan whispered, "Try 0528."

0528 is Mr. Zurich's birthday.

【Incorrect password, please try again. (remaining three times)]

"792801." Su Mingan said.

792801 is Zurich's laboratory code.

【Incorrect password, please try again. (Remaining times twice)]

"Wait, I'll think of a way." Su Mingan rubbed his temples.

"Okay, then I'll give up first." Ying said.

Breathing the moist air, Su Mingan squinted his eyes, looking at the gradually sinking rays of light in the distance.

The lights on the street came on one by one, and people began to come out of the buildings and put away the clothes to dry.

At this moment, a spiritual light flashed through Su Mingan's mind like a thunderbolt, his body trembled, and he suddenly said:

"Try 3030!"

Shadow frowned and entered "3030".

【The password is correct. 】

Ying looked at the electronic screen that suddenly unfolded in front of him in surprise. After the password was correct, there was only one file inside: 【Recording.mp3】.

—Did Zurich leave only one recording?

Movie click to play.

A boy's clear voice came:

"Hello."

Ying was shocked—it was Su Wensheng's voice! This recording was actually made by Su Wensheng.

Ying said: "Ontology, I'm playing the recording here, please listen carefully."

Su Mingan sat on the railing and listened carefully with the help of his common senses.

Su Wensheng's recording said:

"If you can hear this recording, then you must be Su Wensheng."

"You have to remember what I say next."

"You must be wondering why you often lose your memory. Because you carry too many people's wishes, and this emotion lasts for thousands of years. If you always keep their emotions in mind, you will be swallowed by endless emotions. Therefore, I will often hypnotize you to make you forget these heavy feelings. But at the same time, I have left some clues that can support you in pursuing the memories of the past."

Su Wensheng spoke calmly, and his trembling could be heard. He seemed to be struggling with intense emotions:

"Now, you should have investigated the Ark Project, and you found that there is a new life plan hidden behind it. I will tell you what the new life plan is, so that you don't have to investigate again—the 'new life plan' is to cover up history and make mankind completely forget In the past, let their eyes be limited to the last few short years."

"As long as the history of mankind is obliterated, human beings will no longer resonate with past arts and emotions. When you try to become a god, human beings have lost the foundation of their beliefs. Today's gods can rule them forever, and human beings will no longer Can't roll over."

"I guess, at this time, you should already know the importance of becoming a god."

"You should have already investigated some myths—thousands of years ago, the old gods once sheltered and warmed mankind. But the upper **** usurped the old god's position and showed no mercy to human beings, making this world oppressive and depressing. cold."

"Su Wensheng, please calm down after hearing this, and don't be swallowed by the turbulent emotions."

Su Mingan gently pressed his chest, he didn't feel any emotion, only peace in his heart.

But he was surprised by Su Wensheng's farsightedness—Su Wensheng actually calculated that he would come to investigate Su Lixian's house, and calculated Su Mingan's investigation progress completely in advance, knowing which link Su Mingan had actually investigated, almost exactly. It was as if Su Wensheng was watching Su Mingan's footsteps in real time.

This kind of thinking ability and judgment ability shocked him.

"Okay, let me continue." Su Wensheng's recording continued:

"I can tell you without hesitation. The old **** who disappeared a thousand years ago can be said... to be you."

Hearing these words, Su Mingan was shocked.

He looked at the white tentacles slowly protruding from his back, and pressed it back.

"Today's God, He must really want to completely destroy you. But He really cares about you very much, His feelings for you..." Su Wensheng's tone hesitated: "Well... very contradictory."

"He must have been in touch with you, I guess, he even made a statement like 'I like you very much'. No matter how you feel about him, you can rely on him a little bit, but you can never trust him completely. He is reluctant to part with it occasionally You die, but He will not show mercy when necessary."

"besides…"

Speaking of this, Su Wensheng's tone became painful. He was panting violently, and for a while, only his low panting voice was in the recording.

Su Mingan listened quietly, only the wet wind on the bridge blew past his ears.

"me…"

The pain in the voice became a thread, Su Wensheng coughed and seemed to be vomiting blood.

"Damn, the emotions of countless people...here again..."

"This recording... come here first... I have to... erase my memory first. Su Wensheng, if you hear this, most of your memory must have been awakened. You remember... recording in time can awaken your own memory in the next period The recording... that's it, it's over first."

There was a "click", the recording was hung up, and the bridge was silent.

Su Mingan looked at the rolling river, his heart was already filled with shock.

This is the recording that Su Wensheng left for Su Wensheng himself. Every once in a while, in order to prevent being swallowed by countless emotions, Su Wensheng must erase his memory, and then record a recording that can awaken his memory, and pass on his memory piece by piece.

Erase, wake up, erase, wake up, erase again, wake up again.

Remember, forget, recall again, forget again.

Keep ups and downs in emotions, keep stitching yourself in memories, keep putting pieces together into a complete self, again and again.

Su Mingan is not Su Wensheng himself, he was not awakened by this recording. But he's already gotten a lot of information—for example, that he's the Old God himself. The gods of today have usurped his place.

"Su Xiaobai, don't be sad." Han Han saw Su Mingan bowed his head, thinking that he was sad because he couldn't save Grandma Lin, so he hurriedly comforted her.

Su Mingan turned his head and returned a relieved look.

—and at this moment.

"—Courage is commendable. With the four of you?"

At the end of the bridge, a man with pure white body came. Xiaguang fell on the shoulders, as if gathering brilliance.

In an instant, Han Han's face turned pale, and his voice was stuck in his throat. Wang Mingming and Shang Qi next to them were so frightened that their legs and feet became weak, and they sat on the ground paralyzed.

They have seen sculptures similar to that person in churches, auditoriums and other sacred occasions countless times. Every inch is perfect to the extreme, which arouses a lofty feeling of faith. People praised loudly, knelt down, accompanied by sacred music, silk and flowers.

—But they never thought they would see it in reality.

The person whose whole body was full of brilliance walked towards here slowly. The vehicles on the bridge stopped for a second, and the expressions on people's faces also froze at this moment. Their hair, cloth, and breathing were all still. up.

Only Su Mingan was sitting on the railing, his black hair fluttering with the long wind, like the only long river flowing in time.

"God." Su Mingan said.

Their bet is not over yet, why did the gods come to see him?

Taunt, cooperate, suppress, or... break the contract?

The whole body of the **** is pure white, and the pupil color is extremely light.

He stood still in front of him, looking carefully at Su Mingan's eyes, as if there was something bright inside.

"I need you for something, follow me." The **** said, his voice was like the escaping wind.

"I have something to do for the time being." Su Mingan said.

Wang Mingming and others looked at Su Mingan who was so contradictory, their faces paled with fright, even if they couldn't move, they still wanted to dissuade Su Mingan.

... Can you have anything more important than the order of the gods? It's almost fatal.

The eyebrows of the gods frowned, and the heavy coercion made others unable to straighten up. It could be seen that he was already a little unhappy, and his tone became low: "What's the matter?"

Su Mingan said:

"Go to the grave and offer three bouquets of flowers."

(end of this chapter)

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