Chapter 208 Chapter 205 · "I didn't expect you to become Wang Xingxing"

   "Why not?" Su Ming'an asked back: "If doing this can better achieve the ultimate goal, why take a detour?"

   "I see." Noel smiled: "So you think so."

   His fingers moved slightly, as if he had opened something. After the screen was moved over, it was the human self-rescue conference that was being held.

  The live broadcast interface is extremely hot, and the barrage is like a snowflake, which is almost invisible.

   "It seems that it is the critical moment of the issue." He said: "I feel that you still seem to have concerns about me. Watch the live broadcast with me and talk again."

  Su Mingan lowered his gaze.

   He never clicked on the live broadcast interface during the break.

  Although even during the break, players can start live streaming. But without the reward of points, he naturally never paid attention.

   In the live broadcast room during the break, not only adventure players can open it, but casual players can also broadcast live. They live broadcast forging, live medicine configuration, live broadcast making milk tea, studying, eating and broadcasting, painting, playing online games... and even live broadcast pure chat, live broadcast to lull sleep.

  Some adventure players will turn on the live broadcast if they have nothing to do, and some of them will open the live broadcast for pure chat. For example, the former Iris, during the three-day rest period, she will also start the live broadcast to chat and interact with the audience.

   At this time, Su Mingan saw that on the live broadcast interface, the most popular live broadcast room was still going on.

   On the screen, a group of people are blushing, while the young man in a white suit sitting quietly at one end of the round table smiles gently and harmlessly.

Nuoer held his cheeks, and his long eyelashes flickered beside the somewhat transparent screen: ""Fate". This song, I have also heard it, it is a very good song. But it has never been as bright as playing it. Touch me."

   "At present, the crisis is near, and people will be more emotional about this kind of music that can resonate with them." Su Mingan said.

   "Are you and Ming the same kind of person? If you were to play this piece..." Noel looked at him: "I can tell that the person who plays this piece loves the world very much."

   "I haven't played the piano for a long time. I can't play this feeling." Su Mingan shook his head.

  The picture on the screen, the barrage is frantically brushing, like a torrent:

  【! god! 】

  【I thought I was some world-class pianist who came to the scene, but it turned out to be a hot man! 】

  【…Is there really something he can’t do? This too, this too…]

  【Is it a clone? I don't think he will come to participate in this kind of meeting. Didn't there also be news before that Su Mingan and Nuoer went to meet? 】

   [Humans are holding a self-rescue meeting, but the first player does not come to participate in person, only sends a clone over... What does he mean? 】

   [Three loyal followers, NPC's excessively high favorability, and the constant optimism of Boss Rabbit, as well as all kinds of strange behaviors, too predictable thoughts, I think this person is really suspicious. 】

  【But he played really well, it really made me cry, I think maybe we wrongly blamed him before, can we give him a little credit...? 】

  【…】

   There are amazement and doubts in the barrage, but the core of their discussion is Su Mingan.

   Even though Ming has been sitting down for a long time, the topic of people has not changed, as if chatting in the live broadcast room of the United Group has become an exclusive super chat for the first player.

  Su Mingan's topic has always been very high, and every move affects people's minds, even on such occasions.

   In the screen, which seemed a little out of place compared to the barrage that flowed through, there was an issue going on.

   It is marked at the top of the live room.

   This issue is:

  【Everyone here think, why did the organizer hold such a game? 】

   The first to speak was Donner from Ireland.

   "For the game." Donner said so seriously.

   There were several laughter from below, and Donner's brows furrowed even tighter.

   "—for the sake of the game, why do you think it's funny?" His hand clapped on the table:

   "Game is a behavior based on the satisfaction of material needs and exists to meet spiritual needs.

   It is an inevitable need for the development of a civilized society, represents a rich spiritual world, and is an essential spiritual need.

  As early as the birth of cephalopods in the late Cambrian period, some creatures would play with stones and shells.

  Large hunters will also play with their prey as a toy to make it die.

   It is a spiritual release, a release from the shackles of the body, a free dance of the biological soul, and a carnival that consumes excess energy.

   Even animals at a lower level in our opinion need games.

   Then, why do you think that aliens, even higher-dimensional creatures, which are higher than us, cannot play? "

   "drop-"

   "So, why can't it be an experiment?" Sopel, an arms dealer with golden teeth, stood up with a smile:

   "Just like our human sociologists or biologists, in order to conduct a certain research, they will deliberately group humans as observation objects, or stimulate animals such as ants to make them perform various behaviors.

  Donner, you cannot compare yourself to higher dimensional beings. What's more, you are a person who agrees with "Hobbes culture", and I can't resonate with your point of view in the slightest.

  Just like the little people on paper can't imagine our existence, we in a lower dimension can't imagine the existence and thinking of higher-dimensional creatures. "

  Donner frowned: "It's ridiculous, why do you think the organizer is so high?

   Didn't you hear Mr. Hu Runkang's conjecture?

  【Main God Construction Flow】.

  Maybe they just mastered a certain aspect of technology, not as great as gods? Otherwise, they can directly erode our spiritual world, so why go around like this? "

   "drop-"

   Liu Jiahe in military uniform stood up: "I agree."

   He said: "Now it seems that the progress of all mankind is not so critical.

  If at the last minute, the organizer does not stumble upon us with a very difficult dungeon, then we don’t need to be so urgent.

   Perhaps our vision can be put in a longer term.

   For example, seeing the existence outside the game, or even above the game…”

  “…”

  Su Mingan frowned as he watched the scene being played on the screen.

   He has long felt that the topic of this kind of human self-rescue conference is meaningless. It is like a group of people who have integrated the opinions floating around in the World Forum and dumped them in a meeting room like a vegetable market.

   Judging from the topics selected by the consortium, these topics also seem to be of little value, or in other words, they have not been carefully screened.

   This group of people is afraid that the organizer is not malicious enough to them - they actually said something similar to "Let's find the organizer's loophole together" in such a world-renowned live broadcast room.

   "Humans are social animals, and they are used to walking in groups." At this moment, Noel, who was sitting opposite, suddenly spoke.

   He seemed to have noticed Su Ming'an's expression, smiled, and seemed to comfort him: "There is no need to be so harsh on them, facing the crisis in the world, what they think is that a group of people sit down and chat and communicate with each other's thoughts.

   But in the face of some problems, they may be too optimistic.

  In the case of missing data, people tend to fill in the gaps themselves. And all the pessimistic rhetoric seems to sound more profound than the optimistic rhetoric. "

  Su Ming'an listened to Nuoer's words and suddenly found out—

   The second place in the world seems to have always been in opposition to human beings in his speech and position.

  Knoll will use "them" to refer to humans and use "humans" instead of "us" as an analogy. He never puts himself in the position of "humans", but uses a bystander tone.

   Combined with what Noel said before inviting him to eliminate the old civilization and embrace the new civilization.

  Su Ming'an realized that perhaps Noel had never considered himself a human in his heart.

   For the future, for the [New World], he always has the curiosity of an adventurer to explore the unknown, and in the face of the crisis of human extinction, his tone is also like a high-dimensional creature looking down at the common people.

   "Noel." Su Mingan looked at him: "You have been assimilated."

   He sat back slightly, his back against the cold backrest.

The light outside the window swayed in front of his eyes, complementing the bright picture on the screen. He stared at Noel's always smiling eyes, and felt the edge and temptation implied in the words of this seemingly childish No. 2. .

   "You know? I watched your entire guide on the fifth world." Noel said, "I appreciate it very much... A question you asked about Hui Shuhang."

   His hands were still playing with the building blocks, and the building blocks collapsed, making a crisp "pop" sound, which was particularly evident in the silence.

"—[Do you think that the world you are in is real]?" Noel said: "At that time, you were vaguely reminding Hui Shuhang and telling her that the world she was in might just be a false one. The created copy of the world. And all the memories and emotions she has may have been artificially infused, but in fact they don't exist.

   Just like Wang Xingxing at the beginning, you also know about him.

   Wang Xingxing also thought that he was a pure player, a person who has not died yet and has a bright future. He can have infinite possibilities, and he can fight for everything for himself without restraint.

   And then... he realized that all the peace he knew was false, and his future, in fact, did not exist from beginning to end. He loves this world so much that his heart is like dead wood, and in order to stay in this world, he is also humbled to the ground.

   But all of his past, shaped into him living in a dream, are all playthings of the organizer.

  Like has been walking on the wrong path, but it has gone deeper and deeper, to the point where there is no turning back..."

   "What do you want to say?" Su Mingan asked.

  Noel was silent for a moment.

The   cylindrical building blocks rolled down on the table and slid down the slightly sloping table. Noel did not stretch out his hand and let it fall to the ground with a crisp sound.

   His hand stayed on the long building block and froze.

   "Su Ming'an."

   His line of sight looked over, and the brilliance in it was gradually sinking into the night as the colored light moved.

   "—I just didn't expect that one day, you would also become Wang Xingxing."

  …

  【People always like to pursue the optimal choice, but the consequences of pursuing the optimal choice often backfire. 】

  【—It is often those kind wishes that bring human beings into **** on earth. 】

  …

  The main **** space, under the construction zone disguised as a residential house, hides a vast underground laboratory.

   On the ice-white ground, a researcher was walking holding a record book, and in the center of the laboratory, there were bursts of roars like a wounded beast.

   "Impossible! Impossible! Why didn't I go back, why—"

   "I want to go home, death can go home, why haven't I died yet—!"

   On the chair in the center, a ferocious young man was bound, trembling all over.

  Although he couldn't move, he still trembled as if he was mobilizing all his strength, and it seemed that he might leap out like a mad lion at any time.

   Suddenly, he seemed to suddenly understand something, and his body that was shaking violently fell into a brief silence.

   And suddenly raised his head again, his expression, facial features were tangled together, and his face was full of despair and madness.

   "I can't escape, I can't escape—" he suddenly shouted, tears streaming down his face, and his whole face became a gully with water.

   "I can't escape, hahahaha, even death can't be avoided, I can't even die - I can't run away, I can't get rid of it, this **** game, it will always be with me, hahahaha-"

   "—If you can't kill me today, I will definitely let you all die... Satan is coming, and none of us can escape, can't escape... Hahahaha..."

   The young man was still shouting. He laughed tragically, blood dripping from his face. The smile was mixed with black and red, and he looked particularly ferocious and terrifying.

  Muroko divided his face in half, half of the face had his eyebrows twisted and the corners of his mouth curved, as if smiling, while the eyes of half his face were drooping down, as if they were divided into two people from the middle.

   In front of him, stood a rich-looking, chubby middle-aged man. When he looked at the man in the chair, who was wailing in a brutal way, the middle-aged man tapped the cigar in his hand with a sad expression on his face.

   "...Is he still like this?" He asked the researcher next to him who was in charge of recording, with a worried tone.

   (end of this chapter)