First Player Chapter 959

Chapter 959 Chapter Nine Hundred and Fifty-seven·"link the fire"

【Silently choose the starting point,】

【Choose the return journey proudly,】

【He who chooses dawn at night,】

【Dawn chose him as the wind of freedom. 】

【—Shelley "Choice"】

There is a "click", and the door lock falls off.

Outside is a blood-red corridor with flickering candles. Noel was dressed in a black outfit that was convenient for movement, and his pupils had a faint blue color.

"How did you get in here?" Su Mingan was surprised.

"The news that the gods took away Su Xiaobai, an intern from the City Guardian Department, went crazy on the Internet, and I knew it was you when I heard it." Nuo Er waved a bracelet in his hand: "This is a prop to conceal the aura, it is not easy to sneak in." Difficult. Let's go."

Su Mingan said suddenly, "I haven't played the piano for a long time."

Noel raised his eyebrows: "I'm also surprised that the gods have prepared a piano for you."

They walked out, the corridor was empty and quiet, like a scarlet tunnel.

Suddenly, Su Mingan opened his eyes wide.

—A series of red circles appeared in his field of vision, which were clues for his "Clue Insight" skill. In the past, he could only see a red circle occasionally, but there are forty or fifty red circles on this corridor.

So many important clues! What a treasure trove.

Su Mingan stopped in an instant, the gods must be watching his every move closely, even if he escaped in a hurry, he would definitely be intercepted. It's better to read all these clues.

"Is there a clue? Look, I'll accompany you." Noel also stopped, looking at the oil paintings hanging in the corridor.

Each oil painting has a red circle, and there are dozens of them.

Su Mingan looked at the first oil painting—the painting was a female doctor in a white coat, staring at a petri dish against the background of the research institute.

At this moment, Su Mingan felt his five senses slowly fade away, as if he had fallen into it—

【No.1 linkthefire (fire passer) · Tina Tina】

Su Mingan felt his field of vision change, and he saw the petri dish in front of him.

...This is the memory of this person named "Tina".

There were cheers all around, and people were hugging each other and weeping with joy.

"—Great! The research on the specific drug has been successful! Although there are still big flaws and cannot be put into use, it is already a brand new breakthrough! We can remember the history!" People shouted, and laughter resounded throughout the research institute .

Su Mingan can't control himself, he can only look at everything from Tina's perspective. He felt himself moving, and hugged a doctor named Nia with his backhand.

... Although I don't know what year this is, it must be the past. After all, Su Wensheng's mother destroyed the real miracle medicine nine years ago.

At this time, a panicked shout suddenly came:

"Everyone! Just now, the gods suddenly issued an oracle! Said to destroy the special medicine! Once the special medicine is released, it will make people remember history, and the gods cannot allow it!"

In an instant, the room cooled down.

Bewilderment, panic, fear, despair... Various emotions emerged on people's faces. Only Tina's expression remained calm. She immediately picked up the glass bottle next to her, and began to rummage through the cabinet again, pulling out documents one by one. Snowflakes of paper fluttered in the room.

"Dr. Tina, what are you doing!" People saw her crazy behavior and rushed to stop her.

"Save! Save! Save!" Tina kept repeating this sentence with a stubborn expression. Her eye sockets were bloodshot, and her cheeks were flushed with intense emotion. She quickly put the important research data into her arms - she wanted to preserve the special medicine... The history of human beings is more important than any property, honor, fame, and more important than her life. The history of mankind must be preserved!

The vigilance of life and death, the record of pioneers, the experience of avoiding destruction, the confidence to face the future... If human history only has a few years left, how monotonous and weak will this civilization be? How can people find their way home if they are forced to forget even their own past?

The more the gods want to obliterate history, the more they must find history.

But if they fail to fight, they will be condemned by the gods as sinners trying to subvert the order. Who will remember their sacrifices?

People hesitated, but Tina kept stuffing things into her arms, as if she didn't care what happened to her at all. Soon, the second person to act appeared, it was Nia. She began to rummage through the next cabinet, holding all the research data in her arms.

Then, the third person, the fourth, the fifth...

They tacitly put the research data into their arms according to their respective areas of responsibility. There is a kind of stubborn madness in everyone's expression, like a scorching fire.

No one spoke, but there seemed to be a silent scream resounding in the room, accompanied by the rattling of paper.

—Don't try to take our history away!

—Don't let the lamb kneel and die!

Revolt, revolt, revolt.

In the short fifteen minutes since the Holy Allied Forces arrived, people quickly sorted out the research data, rubbed it through a computer not connected to the Internet, and saved it as a USB flash drive. After a short but efficient discussion, they handed over all the data to Tina, covering her escape through the institute's secret passage.

"I...give it to me?" Tina held the glass bottle containing the special medicine and the USB flash drive. She never expected that people would give her special medicine. Her status in the research institute was not high, and she actually carried everyone's hopes.

"Each of us may betray at the last moment, perhaps succumbing to the preservation of the family, perhaps succumbing to the pain of punishment, perhaps succumbing to the fear of death... But you will not, you are the first person who chooses to defy the oracle, Tina, you are the most determined person among us." Tina's teacher, Mr. Rayleigh, patted her on the shoulder and said seriously, "Let's go! Tina! Save the history of mankind!"

A series of life-saving and displacement talismans were stuffed into Tina's hands, and Tina looked at them—they were not without fear, some were crying and trembling, and some had begun to regret it, but no matter whether they were hot-blooded or followed the crowd, at least this For a moment, they are heroes.

Obviously, they are a group of ordinary people who are usually late for work and complain about the bad food in the cafeteria...

Tina remembered their brilliance at this time.

"Tina...bye." Nia gave her a final hug.

Tina left along the rear escape passage.

By using various escape talismans, she escaped smoothly.

The strong wind hit Tina's body, her legs were running fast under the blessing of the talisman, and the pain of lack of oxygen came from her chest. She didn't look back, and didn't listen to the screams behind her. She hid the glass bottle in the inner pocket of her left chest, close to her heart. She knew that here—the whole history of mankind was stored.

The vast history, the history of thousands of years, the traces left by billions of people-the fruit of an entire civilization.

The burning sensation of hypoxia hit her, but she felt——she finally defeated the world once, with her ordinary life in the first twenty-eight years.

She has been an ordinary person since she was a child. Apart from entering the research institute through her studies, she has nothing far beyond ordinary people.

If it is said that when the end of the world comes, superheroes will save the world, she is a small citizen who cheers for superheroes, and the camera will not stop at her.

but now-

She clenched the glass bottle in her heart, feeling a kind of happy and stirring emotion, beating fiercely on her chest.

—Can ordinary citizens become superheroes?

Obviously, her legs began to tremble from fear, cold sweat rolled down her forehead, and her vision was so tense that she couldn't see clearly, but she felt a sense of pleasure—the fear of death, the fear of gods, and the crazily confrontation with her own passion. The collision made her feel like a bird out of the cage, struggling to fly out among the thorns.

Don't try to take our history away!

God don't even think about it!

She used the displacement talisman to escape continuously. Time passed quickly until she escaped to a small country on the edge. She was walking on the street and saw a TV screen hanging beside the street.

—That was the live broadcast of the mass execution of all the people in the institute.

The blood exploded, as if it had emptied her soul.

Tina finally felt at a loss.

She looked around and felt that she had nowhere to go—if the entire history of mankind was condensed in a small glass bottle, who could she give it to and how could she keep it alone?

At this time, the Holy Allies found her, and the talisman pierced her right chest.

Drenched in blood, Tina was seriously injured and fled staggeringly. She didn't know where she could go or who she could trust. The gods are like heavy shadows in the sky, but how can the lambs on the surface keep standing?

she does not know.

She doesn't know how to live.

Blood profusely, and when she fled to the suburbs, she was forced to fall to the ground, with no strength in her legs.

It was raining lightly in the high sky. Looking at the pale sky, she thought in a trance that it would be spring soon, when dead plants would sprout new shoots, and wild flowers that had not yet completely died would bloom all over the ground.

That kind of scene must be beautiful.

Her **** hand held the glass bottle, and her breath became weaker and weaker.

The moment before she died, she saw a figure walking towards her.

"Are you okay? Why are you covered in injuries..." It was a middle-aged man.

Tina has no idea who he is. But she knew—absolutely not to let the history of mankind die here with her.

Exhausting her last strength, she struggled and handed the glass bottle to the middle-aged man.

"Ahem, please...you, stranger."

The voice is getting lower and lower, as if the wind is about to dissipate.

"Please...you...leave...humanity's...history..."

"Give...'Tinder'...to...the next person..."

She called this small glass bottle "fire".

The fire of human beings, the fire of hope, the fire of civilization that will not become rigid, and the fire of thousands of years of history.

This may be the end of the superhero, passing the fire to the next person, and then, dying.

She likes spring very much.

But if history is buried, the spring of civilization will not come, people will forget all warm things, become cold and standardized, and no long-standing art and songs can awaken their original souls.

She could die, she was afraid of it, but she wanted the flame to burn.

So, although she didn't even know who the other party was, she had no choice.

—I'm sorry, I'm sorry for letting you who have never met before take this responsibility. Please take this "fire".

Tina closed her eyes and stopped breathing.

Su Mingan recovered from the oil painting, he pressed his heart, and the heart beat very fast.

He looked at the oil painting—the female doctor in the white coat staring at the petri dish under the light. The meaning of this painting is already different in his eyes, and it contains the burden of a soul.

"Twenty seconds." Noel said beside him, "You watched this painting for twenty seconds."

Su Mingan nodded, it seems that the flow of time is different.

He looked at the second oil painting, which was the middle-aged man—the middle-aged man shouted in the conference hall, and the members of the audience were watching him.

Soon, Su Mingan's five senses sank into it.

【No.2linkthefire (fire passer) · Ruth (Ruth)】

Ruth never forgot the dead woman.

She handed a small glass bottle to her hand, like her clear heart.

I don't know why, the moment he touched the glass bottle, all the memories of Tina's life flooded into his mind, like a kind of memory transmission.

Ruth is a coalition politician. After getting the special medicine, he decided to hide it until he became stronger before he could use the special medicine.

He keeps going to meetings and making people pay attention to history.

He stood on a high platform and chanted, hoping that people would regain their past memories.

He wrote articles and articles, hoping to find someone who can play the role of special medicine.

However, the gods quickly followed him and found that the special medicine was hidden in his hand.

That day, Ruth was sitting in his home, the setting sun fell into the glass bottle in his hand, like a shining star in the universe.

Before the holy allied forces came to execute him, he sent the glass bottle out through the talisman. This is a completely random teleportation, it is not known where the glass bottle will be teleported.

—No matter who it is, please take this "Tinder".

He has come to the end of his life, but this glass bottle will continue... to be passed on.

Until the day we see the light of day.

“I've actually always liked Ballads of the Past.”

He sat on the bed, humming softly. The gods do not allow people to go back to history, but he is very rebellious and sings the folk songs of his hometown repeatedly, which are songs from hundreds of years ago——

"It was a good time,"

"The gaps in the walls will be filled, and the gardens will bloom."

"One will love in flames and shouts."

"Feng'er, Feng'er, please don't go and never come back, please don't go and never come back."

"The white morning flowers are here, and the blessings of the world come to dreams."

"Son, boy, please don't go and never come back, please don't go and never come back."

"You will live a bright life, be safe and healthy forever."

"Life after life, eternal life. Life after life, eternal life..."

(end of this chapter)

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