Chapter 970 Chapter 968 · "It's okay, it's okay." (Thanks to the leader of "Li Xianyu and Li Yu")

  Su Mingan sat on the table full of delicate desserts, his eyes downcast and he remained silent.

   In front of him is a laptop full of tributes.

  The gods stood beside him and showed him these eulogies. Every eulogy is full of fanaticism, and people seem to be marionettes tied to free will.

   "They will write eulogies on the Internet, and I can see them." The **** said: "The oracle can be delivered to thousands of households in a second after it is released. Is it much faster than the traditional method?"

  Su Mingan sighed.

  The times are advancing, and a certain **** of Yunshang City still needs to pass on the oracle through the stone tablet. This **** only needs to use the Internet, and people can see it by clicking on their mobile phones.

   "Have you heard a story?" Su Mingan corrected his expression.

   "I'd love to hear it," said the spirit.

   "A long time ago, a civilization came to an end. A powerful invader came to this civilization. The invader used technology to suppress and lure people of this civilization to kill each other." Su Mingan said: "At a critical moment, a person stood up and asked eight companions to protect the world with him."

  The eyes of the gods fluctuated: "And then? They succeeded?"

  He picked up a strawberry with a fork and handed it to Su Mingan's mouth. Su Mingan slapped the strawberry away.

  Su Mingan said: "No, they failed."

  The eyes of the gods showed surprise: "I thought you would tell me a success story."

  Su Mingan said: "I haven't finished yet."

   "Later, that person built an ark. He sent all his companions to the ark, and let them set sail with the memory of the end of civilization, load into the depths of the universe, and look for a new home."

   "He knew that even if he sent an ark, he would only send out the embers of civilization. But at least the fire remains."

  “There are at least some people on the Ark. They will become civilized aliens. They will cry when they are homesick, and they will laugh when they look forward to the future.

   "Later, civilization was destroyed."

   "If the spaceship wants to find the next survivable planet, it will take a long, long time, calculated in thousands of years. Therefore, the people on the spaceship use a tool that allows them to dream, sleep in the hibernation cabin, and repeatedly think about the past civilizations, nostalgia, nostalgia."

  “They returned to the civilization that had not been destroyed in their dreams. They laughed in the spring, fished by the lake, made hats out of straw, made garlands of flowers, and hung knots representing blessings on their wrists, leaving a whole city in spring.”

  “When they wake up occasionally, they feel lost. Facing the vast, dangerous, lonely, and lifeless universe outside the window, facing the cold spaceship with only single-digit lives, and facing the embers of their hometown, they will hug each other and give each other the only remaining warmth. They said in the poet’s poem:”

"【once,

  I dreamed that we were strangers to each other.

   After waking up,

   found out that we love each other deeply. 】”

   "Civilization is gone. But people are still there. Maybe one day, they will find a new home. Only then can they really wake up."

  The gods were silent for a moment. When he heard that "civilization is gone", Su Ming'an felt for a moment in his eyes that the gods were about to cry. But that feeling quickly dissipated.

  His voice is a little hoarse: "I love this story. It makes me feel hopeful."

  Su Mingan: "I don't like this story. It makes me feel hopeless."

  The tone contrast between the two was extremely strong, and there was an unbreakable gap between them.

  God: "Whose story is this, and which part of your journey is this?"

  Su Mingan: "No one, it's a story I only tell you, a story that belongs to you alone."

   There was a strange color in the eyes of the god, and the pupils trembled slightly. He should have found it interesting, but there was nothing. All he could perceive was the slight sadness in Su Mingan's tone. He seldom understands human emotions. In His eyes, under the impetuousness of the Internet and the suppression of social involution, human beings have become more and more silent, hypocritical, selfish, narrow-minded, peaceful, and without resistance. Don't care about anything but a steady job and an RV to get married to.

   He trained them well.

  People who entertain themselves to death are not even interested in tracing history.

  The spirit said: "Your story makes me happy, so I give you a second choice."

  Su Mingan raised his eyes.

   This should be equivalent to the reward brought by reaching a certain favorability value, but unfortunately the gods do not show favorability.

  The **** said: "As long as you become my archangel, I can postpone the opening of the first tower by one day. I will give you the ability equivalent to a sixth-level talisman master, allowing you to freely investigate everything about this world. All countries must make way for you. We can make a bet to prove it, how about it?"

  Su Mingan was startled.

  He simply heard incredible things.

   Originally, the gods forced him to become an archangel without giving him anything, and Su Mingan was very disgusted. But now that the gods are on the way, they actually know how to give benefits, and they are still very attractive benefits.

   What he fears most is not death, but a lack of information.

  Information is the most critical thing in the world game. But so far, he has missed a lot.

  For example, he didn't observe the depressive medicine in Su Wensheng's room to find out whether it was a special medicine or something. For example, he didn't touch the angel statue in Limingyue Church. For example, he has not had in-depth contact with Xiao Ying and Chao Yan, and his understanding of them is only superficial.

  His time and energy are limited, which determines that he can only focus on one plot line. If he chooses to investigate the Ark Project, it is impossible to have time to investigate Daoya City. But if there are more branch routes and all the plot line information is superimposed, the final success rate will be high.

  Given him a full day of investigation, he can solve many mysteries.

   "..."

  Su Mingan hesitated.

   Normally, he definitely agreed directly. But this time is different. The gods have shown the means of prohibiting suicide before. He is worried that after making a wrong choice, there will be no chance of turning back. Just like the red rose in the Seventh World, he was almost trapped in Yunshang City forever.

  He was literally walking on a tightrope.

   "Su Ming'an, what are you worried about?" Changge's clear voice sounded in his mind.

  Su Mingan thought of this buddy, this buddy is usually really quiet and sensible.

   "Su Ming'an, you can promise him." Changge said: "If you are afraid of being controlled by him after becoming an archangel, I can help you...kill yourself."

  Su Mingan sullenly.

  …suicide? What is Changge talking about?

  Changge said: "We already know that you are not Su Wensheng himself, so even if you die, you will not fail to pass the level perfectly. After all, you should have a lot of TE lines. Moreover, you become the archangel of the gods, not me. I am an independent player. I can help you commit suicide at critical moments, and then you can transfer to the clone."

  Su Mingan was silent.

   What Changge said makes sense, but Su Mingan doesn't agree. First of all—he doesn't trust Changge.

   He has a hard time trusting someone.

   But… Noel.

   Su Mingan suddenly thought of Noel. If it was Nuo Er, as long as there is a code word, even if he is controlled, Nuo Er can also make a move.

   "How are you thinking?" God stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to pat Su Mingan on the shoulder.

   At this moment, the fox Xiao Ai on Su Mingan's shoulder jumped out, took a bite, and almost bit the hand of the god.

   "Get lost! Who will allow you to **** my envoy!" Xiao Ai yelled.

  Shen Ling frowned, and flew up with a kick, like a shot, Xiao Ai bounced out like a ball, bouncing on the ground, each time jumping four meters high, with excellent elasticity.

   "How are you thinking?" The **** retracted his leg and asked again, as if nothing had happened just now.

  Su Mingan took a look and looked away.

  In the expectant eyes of the gods, Su Mingan said, "I don't."

   "You clearly wanted to agree to it just now, but now you reject me." The face of the **** showed clear doubts: "Why? Is it because I kicked it?"

  Su Mingan noticed that the way of thinking of the gods was completely abnormal. The first thing he suspected was the reason that he kicked Xiao Ai.

   "Didn't you say you could let me see my future?" Su Mingan said, "Let me see first."

  The **** raised his hand: "Close your eyes."

  Su Mingan closed his eyes. After waiting for a while, he didn't hear the voice of the god, so he asked, "Can you open your eyes?"

no answer.

  Su Mingan waited for another moment, then opened his eyes.

  In an instant, he smelled a damp breath, and he actually stood beside the zebra crossing, holding an umbrella in his hand. The heavy rain was pattering down, and the city people came and went, but no one noticed him.

…This is where?

   "Ming An?"

  Suddenly, a soft call came from behind.

  Su Mingan turned his head and saw a girl holding an umbrella. She has black hair shawl and clear eyes. He is very familiar with her appearance.

   "Yueyue...?" Su Mingan said softly.

   "Well, what's wrong with you?"

  Yueyue saw the alertness in Su Mingan's eyes.

  She pursed her lips. Then, she suddenly threw away the umbrella in her hand and hugged him.

  Su Mingan looked at her fluttering hair in astonishment, and the umbrella in his hand was almost thrown out. She hugged him very tightly, her lips pressed against his shoulder, and her fingers wrapped around his back.

  In the heavy rain, passers-by looked at them strangely, but no one recognized Su Mingan, as if he was just an ordinary person.

   "Okay, okay..." Her voice was very soft: "It's over... It's all right... The world game is over, will you still get sick recently? What does the psychiatrist say?"

  “If you often forget who you are, remember to look in the mirror more often.”

   "If you really feel pain, take some medicine, although basically all have drug resistance, but there is no way, we will find a more suitable treatment method..."

   "Calm down...don't look at me with such strange eyes...Ming An. Have you forgotten who I am again?"

  Su Mingan's back was tense, and the temperature in his arms was hot. He stretched out his hands helplessly, not knowing where to put them. Finally, he slowly withdrew his hands and gently hugged Yueyue back.

  He understood at this moment—it turned out that this was the future that the gods wanted him to see.

  —The world game is over, mankind is safe. People quickly returned to their daily lives in order.

   His own mental state was poor, and people no longer remembered all his efforts. So, did the gods deliberately create this scene to make him give up saving?

   "Take a breath, here." Yueyue took out a spray and pointed it at Su Mingan: "Take a breath of this first, and I will take you to the doctor right away."

   She seems to be used to taking care of a mental patient who is prone to madness. There is no filial son in front of the long-term sick bed, and she is not even his blood relative, but she has become used to it, and she has become a kind of considerate numbness.

   "I'm not sick." Su Mingan pushed the spray away. Maybe he will really suffer from mental illness in the future, but he is mentally healthy now.

  Yueyue stared at him silently, and silently increased the dose of the nozzle in her hand.

  He looked around, wanting to end the dream. This illusion of the future should not be kept for a long time, it is enough for him to see it, there is no need to immerse himself in it for a long time.

   "God, let's end!" He raised his head and shouted to the sky: "It's ok, I'm done!"

  It was still the same rain in the sky, and pedestrians looked at him strangely, as if he was a mental patient who sneaked out.

  Yueyue still looked at him silently.

   "God! Did you hear that?" Su Mingan threw down his umbrella, and in an instant, the overwhelming rain hit his head and hit his face, his black hair wetly stuck to the side of his face, and his whole body sank into the cold.

  He was still looking around, wanting to see where there was an exit, the heavy rain slid down his clothes, like a madman bumping around.

  However, when he lowered his head, he suddenly saw Yueyue's eyes.

  ... Her silent, sad eyes reflected his eyes, like looking at a seriously ill patient. Her hands are full of colorful medicines, like skittles one by one. She stretched her hand forward, as if she wanted to hug him, but she didn't dare, like a courtesy kiss that was about to fall.

   This made his eyes sting, as if sharp ice knives were cutting his pupils.

   His fingers trembled uncontrollably. After a long silence, Su Mingan whispered slowly.

"…Yue Yue."

   "Huh...?" Yueyue looked at him.

   "Actually, such a sight doesn't make me despair at all..." he said.

  There is always a distant calm in her eyes. When looking at him, the silence in the eyes turned into his reflection.

  She reached out and hugged him tentatively. This time, their hug was not as intense and tense as before, but extremely gentle, like small animals comforting each other in a rainstorm.

  Yueyue patted him on the back slowly, again and again: "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay..."

  He bit his lip, holding back what he couldn't say: "..."

  …Actually, such a sight does not make me despair at all.

   Because in my planning,

   There is simply no better ending than this.

  (end of this chapter)