Doomsday successor app

Song Ci returned to the ward again.

Akabane's voice rang in his ears at the same time: "You haven't seen the back of the card yet."

He heard this three times, but it didn't feel fresh at all.

He put away the card, walked out of the ward with the encyclopedia in his arms, went to the corridor, and met Gong Xiaoyu walking towards him. Before he could speak, Song Ci said, "Your dad came up by the elevator."

Gong Xiaoyu was dumbfounded, he was about to talk about this, how could he be guessed so quickly?

He raised his phone again and said, "One more thing—"

"—You found Mo Qing's painting exhibition, Rodfield Art Museum." Song Ci dropped these words, leaving behind a depressed Gong Xiaoyu, and walked forward without looking back.

He went directly to the stairs and went downstairs. He didn't stop, waiting for the little boy to appear, but went to the corridor on this floor, found the little boy who was wandering with the gift box, and said to him: "This is five Floor, 404 is downstairs, go down the stairs, go to the side of your hand holding the chopsticks, and you will see it immediately."

The boy blinked his eyes in disbelief.

Song Ci turned around and entered the elevator, disrupting his behavior pattern. Chi Yu on his body also noticed something was wrong: "Can you guess what they are thinking? It's so wrong, let me guess, you have fallen into the legendary death cycle?"

Song Ci: "..."

Although this man was not transmitted by consciousness, his observation skills were amazing, and he quickly saw through what Song Ci was facing.

Just to save the time of explanation, Song Ci said directly: "I died twice, both after going to the Rodfield Art Museum, it happened at 14:14, that bastard Asuka pulled me away unconsciously After entering the game, there is not even a hint."

"Oh, this is very similar to Line [-]'s style. Have you found the game master?" Akabane said familiarly.

Song Ci frowned: "Why are you so clear?"

"Hahaha, after all, Asuka Network once called me Dad. How could I not know what my son thinks? Oh, no, those administrators are all puppets created by Asuka, and they should be grandchildren." Akabane said talking to himself.

Song Ci was silent for a while: "Have you been so narcissistic since birth?"

Akabane didn't realize there was any problem: "This is self-confidence, for example, I also believe that Xiaoci can break this cycle."

Song Ci said indifferently: "You don't need to believe it, I have cracked it too."

Akabane raised his eyebrows: "So fast? The death cycle usually gives people a headache for a long time. It takes hundreds of deaths to know the answer. If you crack it so quickly, the screenwriter will have to buckle the drumstick."

Song Ci didn't care about his gags, recalled the voice of Asuka No. [-] when he entered the darkness, and said: "The No. [-] line said that the mission of this level is to find Da Vinci. Hearing this You know the name."

Akabane spread his hands: "I'm sorry I don't have the memory of the previous two times, I'm afraid I'm not on the same line as Xiaoci."

"Then you just watch from the side."

After talking about the elevator reaching the first floor, Song Ci walked out and quickly headed to the subway station.

"Wait, the beef over there—"

Akabane thought of beef again.

Song Ci didn't look sideways, and walked directly to the pancake stand. The body is the capital of the revolution, and you can only work when you are full.

While he was biting the pancake fruit, Akabane stared at the claw machine again: "Xiao Ci likes fluffy, right? How about I give you a room full of fluffy?"

Song Ci: "I refuse."

Akabane didn't believe in evil, and said in a childlike tone: "You used to like fluffy things very much, but you forgot about it after you were reborn. Instead, you went to the extreme and didn't like it anymore."

Song Ci: "..."

Taking advantage of his lack of memory, this bastard deliberately lied to him!

Song Ci pierced his heart: "You are so obsessed with Fluffy, could it be because of this that I broke up with you?"

Akabane froze for a moment, and after a while he spoke hard: "We didn't break up, it's just that force majeure happened suddenly."

Song Ci snorted, dropped the packaging bag of pancake fruit, and walked past the claw machine that Akabane had harmed several times, letting go of the owner's poor heart.

He went directly to the square. According to the previous plot, someone jumped off the building soon. At this time, there was no one on the top of the building. He thought for a while and walked towards that building.

When we reached the top floor, the door on the roof was open, and the wind came in from the outside, making our cheeks feel cold.

He went out, but he didn't see anyone. He wondered if the other party had jumped off ahead of time, so he hurried forward to check the railing.At this moment, a sharp voice sounded from behind him: "Don't move—"

Song Ci turned her head, and first saw a knife held in the hand of a thin young man.He looks like a thin bamboo pole that can fall down in the wind, and his appearance is very ordinary, and he can be overwhelmed in a crowd, but the reckless murderousness in his eyes is very unusual.

Song Ci glanced at the roof and saw no one else. Judging from this time, this thin bamboo pole is undoubtedly the person who jumped off the building, but this person exudes malice all over his body, not like a suicide, but like a murderer By.

"You are unlucky, die with me!"

The opponent held the knife and rushed over in one fell swoop.

Song Ci subconsciously flashed to the side, and the young man rushed to the edge of the roof, the railing was below his waist, and with such a rush, the young man fell straight out.

"and many more!"

Song Ci grabbed the young man's collar and barely stopped his fall.

"Why do you want to die? Are your relatives still waiting for you to go back?" Song Ci grabbed him and asked.

The thin bamboo pole froze for a moment, and the knife in his hand slipped down. He looked blankly at the horizon, where there was only a group of illusory clouds. He seemed to have remembered something, and said with a painful expression: "I, I have no relatives anymore. The world is worse than dying—”

Saying that, the thin bamboo pole pushed Song Ci away and fell downstairs.

There was a dull loud noise from below, followed by panicked voices.

"Ah, someone jumped off the building!"

Song Ci's hand was empty, and a human life just disappeared in front of him, turning into a puddle of blood that was about to become cold.

He went downstairs, and a group of people watched the tragic situation on the ground. The corpse of the thin bamboo pole was motionless, with its arms broken, flying a few meters away.

Song Ci tried to save him, but instead caused him to fall prematurely.

"The deepest shadow is darkness, and the lightest is light."

On the edge of the square, the bearded beggar was muttering as before, dangling his empty bowl.

Song Ci walked over and threw in a coin.

The beggar raised his head and smiled: "There is a big river flowing underground, and good people will be rewarded by heaven."

"Mountains are formed by water, and they are also destroyed by water." Song Ci continued his words, staring straight at the beggar, "I found you, Mr. Da Vinci."

Song Ci finished speaking word by word, and after hearing the voice of Asuka No. 14, he confirmed the purpose of this mission, which was to find Da Vinci within a limited time, otherwise he would die at 14:[-].Coincidentally, when he went from the hospital to the art gallery, he did meet a person who was speaking Da Vinci's quotations.

That is the beggar.

The words he muttered while begging were all sentences that Da Vinci once wrote or said, such as: There is a big river flowing underground.

Mountains are formed by water and destroyed by water.

The deepest shadow is darkness, and the lightest is light.

Although no one stopped to listen to the beggar's muttering, Song Ci heard it in his ears, and it was difficult for Song Ci not to guess such an obvious hint!

"The game is over." Song Ci looked at the bearded beggar. Although it was a little hard to imagine that the master of the Renaissance would place bowls on the streets of the 21st century, this old man was indeed Da Vinci.

The Asoka Network hijacked his soul, supported the game world, and made Song Ci fall into a death cycle.

"Your undead should be rested in peace." Song Ci completed the task. According to the procedure, the undead of Da Vinci kidnapped by Asoka will also be released.

However, the game system is still going on, and there is no news of his clearance as before.

Da Vinci smiled strangely from under his bushy beard: "Your Excellency, please come and be safe."

Song Ci's face turned cold, and the time dagger was immediately placed on his neck: "The mission is over, let the No. [-] line come out, and stop this game."

Da Vinci immediately turned into a wisp of white mist, floating in the air: "You are wrong, I am just an undead, an undead who accompanied you to die, and you and I will be buried here."

There was a lingering sound in the square, but the people disappeared.

Song Ci froze in place holding the dagger. From the mouth of the undead, he heard the implication, that is to say, his death was not set by the game, but for another reason.

He was thinking about it, when suddenly, someone pointed at him: "Wait, I saw that this person was also on the top of the building just now! He still has a knife in his hand!"

"He pushed people down? No way?"

"Call the police!"

People in the square surrounded him layer by layer, with the intention of arresting him and bringing him to justice.

Song Ci stood among them, looking at the sky. Amidst the clamor of the crowd, a white light suddenly shot out, and then the light spread, flooding the whole city.

Wherever the light went, everything was wiped out. Buildings, trees, and human beings were all plasmaized in an instant and evaporated directly.

In the blink of an eye, the light came towards the square, towards Song Ci, and all the people surrounding him turned into nothingness in an instant, only a wisp of mist-like shadow, not even a scream.

Song Ci finally understood the cause of his death. This was not a game setting, nor was it a homicide against him, but a large-scale massacre.

At the last moment, he looked down at the time. Sure enough, the time on the phone was still 14:14.

And the moment he lowered his head, the phone was vaporized together with his fingers.

He died at this moment, into the familiar darkness.

But he was not the only one who died at this moment, all the living beings in this city were wiped out together with him, together with Akabane, together with Da Vinci's undead, together with tens of millions of people, together with this game world.

The whole city was destroyed.

The author has something to say: Asuka Line [-]: Hee hee hee, this mystery is impossible to solve even for distinguished VIP players!

Song Ci: The last person who said that has already moved into the data hell overnight.

Number 7: orz.