First Player

Duoying stretched out his hand: "Leave now? Wait a minute, let's talk about your authority..."

Su Mingan left decisively, not wanting to stay for a second longer.

After Su Ming'an's consciousness left, Duoying sighed and expanded the dance floor a little more to make the gorgeous scene spread wider.

Only the long song is left roaring silently in Su Ming'an's body.

 …Brother, why are you walking so fast? I’m still here!

 Save me, save me...

 …

In the banishment voting session, Su Mingan and Burris tied with Mizushima Kawakawa and Xue Qixia.

 In the spiritual aspect, Su Mingan was selected by No. 11 Burris in the third round.

"I choose No. 1 Su Ming'an and No. 3 Lu Shu." Burris said without hesitation.

Lu Shu stared at Burris, his eyes seemed to spit out fire.

 …

　　【Question: Please answer No. 1, is there a code word between you and Noel? How did you weave the code words, and why was there no trace of communication during the live broadcast? 】

　　【Question: Please answer No. 1, where do your skills as a ruler come from, and what is your promise to the organizer to complete the game perfectly? 】

  【Action: No. 3 cuts off No. 1's left hand. 】

  【(Since No. 4 Noel used special props during the day session, from now on the person being asked can choose which option to answer)】

 …

  【Please choose No. 1 or No. 3. 】

 …

 For a moment, everyone was quiet.

The moment Su Mingan saw these three options, an indescribable sense of shock crawled over his body. These problems can no longer be described as "tricky". Almost every problem is rooted in interests.

 The first question definitely cannot be answered. The code was communicated through the Zhoumu across the death cycle, and he couldn't answer it.

 The second question is slightly better, but also not suitable for answering. I don’t know if there is a trap in this question, or if it is related to any spiritual spirit. Most people are running live broadcasts, which has a huge impact on public opinion.

 The safest option is actually the third option.

but…

Su Mingan looked at Lu Shu, and Lu Shu looked back in silence. His green eyes obviously shrank for a moment, with a look of disapproval in them. Lu Shu couldn't understand how dangerous the first two options were. Lu Shu only knew that the third option was not good.

The barrages in the live broadcast room were extremely violent:

　　【There is nothing to hesitate about, choose two! 】

　　【Is Su Mingan not choosing one or two because he feels guilty? 】

  【What is the code word? Did I miss something? Where are the secret words between the two of them? 】

　　【It’s hard to choose either one. The wound is difficult to heal. Eli’s injury has not healed yet, let alone a broken limb. What will happen next? 】

  【You must be sweating profusely. 】

　　【It's like asking to death. 】

　　【…】

Su Mingan looked at the candlestick on the table. Everyone was staring at him, waiting for his choice.

"...I choose." Su Mingan said: "I choose three."

 When his choice came out, most people were surprised. After all, in their opinion, options one and two are definitely not as serious as losing a limb.

“You don’t want to answer so much? Did you promise the organizer your desire to dominate the world?” Agnes asked doubtfully.

 “Hush, be silent.” Eli gestured.

 For them, it didn't matter what Su Mingan thought, but they couldn't put this kind of thing in the open.

 …

  【No. 3, please take action. 】

 …

 A knife appeared on Lu Shu’s table. Lu Shu refused directly and was punished once during the day.

 The spiritual part is over.

 …

 【No. 1, No. 2, No. 11, now is the third party's discussion time. You have ten minutes to discuss. 】

 …

After entering the small space, Su Mingan first picked up Burris' collar.

Buris lowered his head, his expression as sad and decadent as ever, and his delicate facial features reminded people of fragile porcelain.

 Then Su Mingan punched the porcelain.

 At such a critical moment just now, Burris insisted on tricking him. Su Ming'an could figure out this person's psychology - he probably wanted to see if the **** in his mind could show a side that would convince him. It's just baffling.

It was a space that prohibited violence, but no one came to stop Su Ming'an. After Fatty beat Burris, Su Ming'an let go. If it happens again, he will kill him.

 …

　　【Daytime·The Second Day】

 【Possessed character: Li Mingyue (the fourth manager)】

  【Current plot direction: The gods announce the erasure of history → Teleport and escape into the experimental city → Agree to participate in the Peace Festival】

 …

 I opened my eyes.

 The sky outside the window is approaching dusk, and it seems that time has passed to the Christmas Day.

The railings are wrapped with red and green lights, the walls are painted in festive red, and the corridors and classrooms are filled with a festive atmosphere.

 …Where is Teacher Xia?

 After walking for a while, I didn’t see anyone. I suddenly felt nervous. Looking at the empty corridor, several terrifying possibilities flashed through my mind.

 What happened on this day when I was away? Could it be that the gods have invaded? Have high-dimensional beings invaded this place? Why can't anyone see it?

The nervousness made me speed up my pace and rush from the upper floors to the lower floors. The towering Peace Tree stood in the lobby on the first floor, hung with colorful lights and ribbons. Thousands of large and small gift boxes were piled up next to the tree.

I didn’t see any blood or corpses. The children seemed to have disappeared.

until-

 I stepped into the auditorium. The auditorium is located on the edge of the Experimental City and is not usually open. Now the door is open.

 I glanced around casually. It was pitch black inside and I couldn't see anything. The bad feeling in my heart is getting stronger and stronger. Could something really happen...

 I turned around to leave, but heard a "clump" in the auditorium.

 “cluster”, “cluster”, “cluster”…

 That's the sound of candles lighting up.

 I turned around.

—The fireflies all over the sky came into my eyes.

That is a love made up of thousands of candles, and the candle flames are swaying. Xia Jiawen stood on the stage, his hair neatly styled with hairspray, wearing a crisp suit on the upper body and inappropriate shorts on the lower body, holding a bouquet of roses, and his face was full of nervousness. The smiling faces of the students gradually appeared in the darkness as the candles were lit. They waved light sticks in their hands to cheer up Xia Jiawen.

“Teacher Xia, your proposal must be successful!”

 “Teacher Xia, come on!”

 …So they are all here.

I finally understand why Xia Jiawen was anxious about his suit trousers last night. It turns out that on Christmas Eve, which has such a good meaning, he planned to propose.

This guy, why don't you borrow a pair of trousers? He actually proposed in shorts.

 He knelt down on one knee towards a woman on the high platform, holding roses and a diamond ring in his hands.

 “Yawen, I like you! Marry me!” His face turned red.

 The female teacher covered her lips, tears flashing in her eyes.

 The union of partners is sacred and meaningful in human concepts. He is romantic. Even if the end is imminent and he will fall into a long wait, he still wants to confirm his feelings before the ark sets sail.

 In his eyes, there was finally only strong love left, as if the whole world was favoring him.

I sincerely wish him the best. With someone by his side, maybe his long and lonely life will become more colorful.

 …but time is running out.

 This idea suddenly came to my mind, and I didn’t even know why I thought so.

 Obviously we still have a long time, but I... suddenly came up with this idea.

Looking at the happy man and woman, I turned my head and looked at the lonely wind outside the door. Lu Shu stood not far away, holding a black knife in his hand. He raised his head and looked at the lonely blue moon high in the sky, as if thinking about something.

 “He wants the love before the end.” Lu Shu said.

 Love before the end of the world.

 I have heard the story of Noah’s Ark. The flood that will destroy the world is about to happen, and humans built the Ark. The Millennium Project is also known as the "Ark Project". For most people, their lives will end in the flood, maybe including Xia Jiawen, maybe including me. We don’t know when our lives will end. It may be long, or it may be very soon.

 Behind him, people were already dancing, like a carnival before the end of the world. Teacher Xia's confession was successful. The children danced around him and festive music played on the radio.

I can hear laughter very far away - the laughter of young people in the dormitory, the laughter of playing games in the computer room, the sound of opening gifts around the peace tree... so distant, so numerous, so joyful.

 Then I saw the monitoring room next to the auditorium. I walked into the monitoring room, and the monitor showed the scene outside Jiuyou.

—Books were burned, portraits were smashed, and blood, flesh, and heads were smeared all over the ground. There was chaos and fighting.

 It turns out that the world outside the ivory tower is already in chaos. The war over faith and history turned out to be so brutal.

Outside Jiuyou, tall buildings collapsed, artillery fire roared, corpses were everywhere, and everything was devastated.

 In the Nine Netherworld, there are songs and dances, children laugh, partners dance together, and celebrate peace together.

 This makes me feel confused.

 It’s not that I’m angry at Jiuyou Nei’s ease, that’s what I should be doing. I just feel a strong sense of confusion... What can we reverse? What can we change?

 Lu Shu stood beside me.

 The sound of the surveillance screen and the sound of the auditorium blend together, as if one day and one place exist.

 I heard the laughter of children.

 I heard the cry of children.

I heard the beautiful flowing sound of the waltz.

 I heard the explosion of the building collapsing.

I heard the laughter erupting over the dessert.

I heard the screams left by the burning fire.

 I heard all the good things.

 I heard all the despair.

"Dad...Mom...where are you...help-"

“Teacher, try this tiramisu, it’s so delicious…”

"Don't kill me, don't kill me...I won't mention the old gods again, please...ah-"

“The story Teacher Xia told us yesterday hasn’t been finished yet. Can we continue telling it today?”

“That’s my hard work, it’s the music score I wrote so hard, you can’t burn it, you can’t—”

"Do you like the musical instrument I gave you? Yawen, I also want to write a song for you..."

 …

I briefly stared at the empty future. What is on the other side of the cliff?

 In this broken civilization, who bets with Gao Wei, and who can witness the outcome? I have hated myself more than once for being a human being. Human beings are too short-lived and cannot even survive a tenth of their years. So much so that I can only place hope on the unknown future.

 I remembered that Xia Jiawen asked me after drinking last night, what is your wish? At that time I said, even God will not grant the wishes of a drunken man, so rest well.

I covered his coat, and he stared at me with his red eyes for two or three seconds, squinting, as if he was going to sleep.

 But he gathered up his coat and finally whispered in my ear.

 …My wish is for you all to be safe. Good night.

 Under the full blue moon, I stared at his tired face. Perhaps due to staying up late for many years, his eyes had deep black spots.

 What I was thinking at that time.

 …I think it would be great if that were the case.

The flowing sound of the waltz lingered in my ears, and I felt a hand suddenly brush against my forehead. This movement represented a blessing.

 “Godblessyou.”

Lu Shu said this.

 “Where did you learn this sentence?” I briefly found my will, but this was not something he could say.

 He showed me a clean smile, dry, which was really scarce on his face.

 “Peace Day, this is a wish among friends.”

 “Hope you are well.”

 “Hope me well.”

His articulation was jerky, as if he was not used to this kind of blessing. Perhaps no one in his past life could allow him to do this. Such raw blessing couplets reminded me of a person, but I quickly suppressed my thoughts.

I heard that during the Peace Festival, everyone will make a wish. I just thought of Li Mingyue, but what about my wish?

I'm thinking.

 I still hope we go home together.

 Then I asked him about his wishes, just like Li Mingyue asked Xia Jiawen.

 His eyes brightened a little, as if something very clean rose in his eyes.

He said,

 His desire is that we all be safe. Good night.

 …

Good night.

 Today is Christmas Eve.