Chapter 614 Chapter 611 · "Good night, An sauce."

  【Core Area · Prison】

  Su Mingan walked into a building, the defeated rebels stayed in the glass room, the iron ring around his neck like a dog chain was shining red.

   Across the glass, Su Mingan looked at these losers coldly.

   "—Su, Su Mingan!"

   He suddenly heard a shout, and a young man with white hair like weeds slapped the glass, his face almost touching the glass.

   "I don't accept begging from players." Su Ming'an said.

   "—I'm not a player, I'm a special status 'Interceptor', I, I can't refuse the task of joining the resistance army, if I refuse, I will die, in the true sense of death..." the player said.

   This is the first time that Su Mingan has heard the identity of "Interceptor", plus observers, snipers... The special identities in the world game are all kinds of strange.

   "Su Ming'an, I have teamed up with you, can you spare me this time?" The young man's eyes were red.

   "You are..." Su Mingan searched for a name from his mind: "Mo ask?"

   He remembered that in the Seventh World Playa, there was a teammate named "Mo Wen" in the exploration department, who was Mo Yan's second brother. After entering the Central Great Library, he never returned, and he never appeared again.

   "Yes, it's me, let me go this time, I don't want to die..." Mo Wen burst into tears: "I'm an NPC now, and I won't be resurrected if I die, I'm... really going to die."

  Su Mingan stretched out his hand, and through the glass, his palm pressed against Mo Wen's hand.

   He stared at Mo Wen's bloodshot eyes, and saw the transparent water in his eyes.

   "That—" Su Ming'an said, "Why did you choose to become a person with special status in the first place?"

  Mo Wen's expression was startled, tears streamed down his cheeks, and his shoulders kept shaking:

   "Me, my brother Mo Xiao went crazy in the sixth world. If I was emptied and returned again, would Mo Yan, the third brother, drag this house alone?"

   Listening to Mo Wen's words, Su Mingan felt helpless.

   "Giving up your status as a player means that you lose the natural protective clothing of the 'player'." Su Ming'an said.

   He thought of Mizushima Chuanqing in the paradise of white sand.

   After failing to assassinate herself, she cannot be resurrected, because she is no longer in the category of "player" and is not protected by the resurrection rules.

   The identity of "player" seems to be a kind of restraint, but it is also protection. They will never die in the dungeon, and will always have the opportunity to come back.

"I, I know the danger, but what can I do! The temptation of someone with a special status is in front of me." Mo Wen burst into tears: "I know I'm wrong, Su Ming'an, you are the number one player, is there any way you can take me down? Change back? The dungeon is so dangerous, I want to continue to be a player, I don’t want to die…”

   He was afraid.

   When he first became a person with special status, he was still complacent, feeling that he had met this opportunity that most people did not encounter.

   As a result, living in the city of measurement and waiting for the arrival of the player, he suffered a lot - the identity of an inferior personality made him starve, and the fact that he could not be resurrected made him live in fear all the time. He often stayed up at night, fearing that a single stray bullet would take his life.

   He waited for a long time, and finally... the players came, but he was forced by the system to release the task of joining the resistance army, and then he was wiped out.

   If Su Mingan hadn't come to see him, he might have been imprisoned for the rest of his life, or even shot.

  …it’s so scary, so lonely, so scary.

  … He will never be a special status person again, he is going home! He wants to live with his older brother and younger brother, and he wants to become a player. Even if he is lying flat in the world of the Lord God, drinking milk tea, and eating hot pot... it is better than living in such a broken place!

   "Please, you must have a way to take me away, I want to go home, I want mother..." Mo Wen wiped away his tears, his eyes were already red and swollen from crying.

   Looking at Mo Wen who was so sad, Su Mingan suddenly thought of Yueyue.

  Yueyue's status as an "observer" seems to be higher than Mowen's "interceptor". She can travel between different worlds without having to accept tasks and lives very freely. As for Mo Wen, it seems that he can only stay in one world and is bound by mandatory tasks.

   But...their essence seems to be no different.

   They are all growing up in a strange world far away from their homeland.

However, Yueyue is far happier than Mowen. She has found her new relatives and friends. Whether it is the eternal campus, the splendid brightness, or the prosperous state of measurement, her condition is very good. Kelstia, who seemed to take good care of her.

   "Don't ask, do you like me then?" Su Mingan said suddenly.

"…what?"

  Mo Wen was so frightened that he forgot to shed tears.

   "I mean." Su Mingan coughed, and found that the sentence was ambiguous: "Do you have something similar to your favorability for me?"

  Mo Wen wiped away his tears, he seemed to be trying desperately.

   However, after waiting for a long time, Su Mingan did not hear any favorability prompts.

   The quest of the person in power can only accept NPCs who are full of goodwill as followers. If there is no setting for goodwill, it is impossible to achieve the conditions.

  Mo Wen's expression became more and more panicked, more and more desperate, and even cold sweat dripped down, he realized that if he really couldn't stimulate the "favorability degree" in Su Ming'an's mouth, he really couldn't go back.

   After a moment, he raised his head with hope in his eyes.

   "Su Ming'an, have you... heard the prompt of your favorability?" he asked earnestly.

  Su Mingan was silent for a moment: "No."

   As if the tense nerves were torn off in an instant, Mo Wen's tears fell to the ground.

   He raised his hand and covered his tearful face to hide his sadness and helplessness.

   "Why...why is this happening..."

   "I miss my third brother, I miss Mo Yan, will he never see me again, I'm going to die in this world... I can't go home..."

   He was crying, the tears kept falling.

"Mom, mom... I miss home, I want to go home, I want to eat beef noodles made by my mother, I want to eat braised eggplant and steamed sea bass she made, I don't want to drink nutrient solution, I don't want to eat garbage, I'm good Painful, painful..."

   But when he opened his eyes now, he could only see the cold glass wall, the iron strange city, and the heavy restraining iron ring around his neck.

   It locked him here like a chain, locked in this world, and could never escape again.

  “…”

  Su Mingan slowly removed his hand.

   There is no favorability value, so don’t ask if he can’t take it away.

   In Baisha Paradise, Mo Yan, like a little sun, accompanied him to the burning moment of Baisha. If he can help Mo Yan's second brother, Mo Wen, that's fine too.

   As a result, he couldn't save the other party.

   "What will happen to you when we players leave?" Su Mingan asked.

   "I'll probably be here and live until I die..." Mo Wen whispered.

   "Don't ask, I will let you out and keep you safe. But other than that..." Su Mingan said.

   "I can't go back, can I?" Mo asked.

"Yes."

  Mo Wen was silent.

   He curled up, head buried in his knees. After a while, he heard crying.

   "I want to go home..."

   He just kept repeating it.

After   , Su Mingan instructed Xike to transfer Mo Wen to an old house with no one in the core area. Apart from that, he had no choice.

  Mo Wen is guilty of guilt, the files are stained, it is impossible to find a job, and it is impossible for Su Mingan to edit the dawn system.

  In that old house, the white-haired youth sat on the dusty sofa, his eyes blank.

   When Su Mingan left, the young man spoke softly.

   "Thank you, thank you, Su Mingan." Mo Wen said, "Even someone like me can be saved, you are... the best. The best."

   His expression was shriveled and lackluster, as if he had lost something to survive and became an empty skin.

   "Why is there such a ghost game, why do human beings become like this, if this is just a dream, if I wake up tomorrow, will I see my home and my mother..."

   "Yes, this is a dream, it must be like this..."

  Mo Wen was stuck on the sofa, murmuring.

   Maybe one day, far away from his homeland and relatives, he will rot here. He was powerless to escape this whirlpool of fate.

   He and his older brother and younger brother are separated by a whole world.

  In such a world, once a decision is made wrong, people should always have the consciousness of going to the end.

  Su Mingan left this old house.

  Through the green shade of the layers of birch, he saw that the red brick house was extremely quiet, like a still red tombstone rooted in the soil.

Inside the    tombstone, there is a man who can never return home.

  “…”

   At this moment, he suddenly wanted to see Yueyue.

  Special status persons are not players, they are mortal... Mo Wen's matter sounded the alarm for him.

   He doesn't want to lose any more, he has already lost enough, if he adds another Yueyue...

   He put on the "Wang Han's human skin mask" as Lewis and came to the tavern of the battle group in the fringe area. He once chatted with the chapter leader Che Kelstia here, Yueyue's identity is Luo Kelstia, Che's sister.

   But when he arrived, the place was already empty.

  The door of the tavern was locked, there was no black-haired girl playing games by the threshold, the street was quiet, and the mercenaries who used to gamble and fight had disappeared.

  Tomorrow is Kaiusta's selection, anyone can enter the city, the warband has been scattered into the city, they are not here.

   He stood quietly outside the blocked tavern, looking at the empty street.

  The dust wind blew up the withered and yellow leaves and swept them in front of his eyes.

   "-Good evening! An sauce! Now at 8:46 in the evening, it is detected that you are in a bad mood, and I bring you a happy little song "囍" from my hometown~"

  A Du's lively voice came out.

   It seemed to wait for a moment on purpose, and it had a premonition that Su Mingan would ruthlessly close it again.

   But it paused for a long time and didn't hear back from him.

  The young man in the wheelchair, with the black hair on the side covering the end of his eyes, tilted his head and leaned against the wall of the tavern, as if he had fallen asleep.

  Because he was too tired, he could fall asleep with just a little relaxation.

"what…"

  Adu's voice is very soft, he knows that sleep is precious to its owner.

   It silently closes the music module.

"All right."

   "...Good night, An-chan."

   "You are really tired..."

   (end of this chapter)