Wulin Fenghua Record of Online Games

The fallen autumn leaves have rotted.

The first snow of this winter fell lightly, covering the dead branches and leaves that no one cleaned, crystal clear and spotless.

After the restoration of human order, the original Yarijiang base was transformed into a memorial hall, and the mountain of corpses outside the base was also buried in the ground, leaving only a huge stone tablet.

Two people in black dresses came to worship, one standing and the other sitting in a wheelchair.

The standing people bowed in front of the stele.

The person in the wheelchair nodded slightly at the stele.

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That year, that day, the end of the world, zombies took over the earth.

fantasy?Reality?

Reality is a fantasy.

In the crude base, two diametrically opposed emotions of despair and hope were mixed together, as they breathed into each other's lungs, they were spit out lightly.

"I heard that after the consciousness is introduced into the game world, the body will be injected with the zombie virus, and those who have activated their abilities will stay, and those who become zombies will be thrown outside the city wall."

"Oh."

"Aren't you afraid?"

"Consciousness has entered the game world, so it doesn't matter what happens to the body."

"That's right, there are thousands of corpses piled up outside the city walls. Even if I become a zombie, I won't be alone, haha."

"It seems that someone is coming again."

The door slowly opened after shaking several times, and a little boy without legs was sitting in a wheelchair, turning the push circle on the wheel as usual, and entered the NO.16 lounge of the Yarijiang base.

The idlers in the lounge glanced at the little boy, didn't say anything, only sighed one after another inadvertently.

One after another, several more people entered the lounge.

When 30 people were gathered, the staff came.

Papers with detailed contracts were distributed to everyone.The three sheets of A4 printing paper bound together are still new in color, but they have been pinched and crumpled, stained with a little stain left by the finger of the previous person, and individual characters have been dissolved due to water, and they can barely be recognized.

The contract that should have been shared by each person was reused, but no one raised any objections.

The staff glanced at the little boy in the wheelchair, and asked indifferently, "Can you understand the words on it?"

"En." The little boy's voice was flat and calm, revealing a maturity that shouldn't be there at this age.

The staff put a form on the table and said: "After reading it, put the contract on the table and line up to fill out the form."

One by one, the people in the lounge lined up to fill out the forms according to the instructions of the staff.

Perhaps it was because the reading speed was not fast enough, or maybe it was because the little boy was the last one to put down the contract, and the last one to line up.

All the people in front have filled out the forms and received numbers, leaving only the last little boy.

The little boy picked up the pen, a little embarrassed: "I... can only type but not write."

The staff took the pen from the little boy, turned the form on the table around, and asked, "Do you have a game account?"

"Yes." The little boy took out a gold-edged card from his pocket and placed it on the table.

The staff was stunned for a moment: "This is... your own card?"

The little boy nodded, pointed at himself and said without humility: "I am the champion of the first Sword Discussion Conference."

Without unnecessary hesitation, the staff continued to ask for other basic information and recorded it on paper.Today, when the world is about to be destroyed, it doesn't matter whether the person in front of him is the original owner of the account card.

It's just a game.

Even the real world has become like a game, just playing casually is enough.

After filling in the basic information, the staff looked at Wuxin's missing legs and asked, "Is your leg injured accidentally?"

The little boy shook his head: "It was born with a disability."

The staff frowned.

Born with a disability?How can there be such a natural disability?Congenital diseases are usually mostly deformities, right?Such a complete absence does not seem natural in any way.Maybe some kind of white lie from the parents.

Thinking about it this way, the staff finally wrote "there is an unexplained leg disease" on the remarks column.

Finally, the staff wrote the number 01CA4 on the boy's arm, and then put away everything on the table.

"Come with me, then your consciousness will enter the game, and those who don't have an account will change their names on the white account after entering the game."

Thirty people, led by the staff, each walked into a separate room.

The sound insulation effect of the room is very good, and even the slightest thoughts in different rooms are completely separated, just like the lonely tombstones in the cemetery.

The device for introducing consciousness into the game is very simple, without even a shell, and the messy and complicated lines are just exposed in the air.

With the help of the staff, the disabled little boy sat on a seat with various straps.

The seat is clearly designed for adults and there is no way to properly secure the straps to such a small child.

The staff had to call a helper to hold down the little boy manually.

Soon, the device worn on the little boy's head was activated, and the indicator light began to flash.

A few minutes passed, and the light went from blinking to solid light.

The staff took off the device, took out the syringe from the side tray, and signaled the helper to continue to hold the little boy and not let go.

The little boy opened his eyes, looked at the two people in front of him, and asked blankly, "Are you done?"

The staff tried to keep smiling: "It's done."

The little boy thoughtfully asked again: "So what you call consciousness-inducing games is actually a copy of brain waves?"

The staff looked stiff.Originally, I wanted to tell a white lie, but I didn't expect this child to know so much.

The little boy continued to ask: "Will you infect me with the zombie virus as rumored?"

The staff closed their eyes: "Yes."

The little boy stretched out his arm obediently, and looked at the syringe in the staff's hand calmly.

The staff member sighed, and made up his mind to inject the liquid in the syringe into the little boy's arm.

The little boy's eyes closed and never opened again.

The helper who pressed the little boy on the seat glanced at the staff and asked, "Didn't you inject him with the zombie virus?"

"It's a drug for euthanasia." The staff hid kindness in their eyes and covered them tightly with eyelids, "No matter how dangerous the world is, such a child with disabled legs should not be allowed to go to the front line. Instead of letting this If the extra body becomes a not-so-good fighter, it’s better to just destroy it.”

After a moment of silence, the assistant said, "You didn't ask his opinion."

The staff member shook his head: "He is not even eight years old, and he is a person without capacity for civil conduct."

The assistant didn't speak any more, just picked up the little body that was still warm, and walked towards the back door of the base.

At the back door, I passed a man who looked a little fat.

The helper carried the corpse to the mountain of corpses outside the door.

The fat man walked up the city wall and walked towards another extremely thin man who couldn't kneel down on the city wall——

The man who knelt on the city wall for three days and three nights.

The kneeling person remained motionless, as if he hadn't noticed anyone coming.

The fat man said a word: "I have imported my consciousness into the game."

Hearing these words, the kneeling man raised his head and widened his haggard eyes: "Then you now..."

"It's just a piece of junk that's about to be destroyed."

The dry tears on the face of the kneeling man were wet again: "I am the one who should be destroyed."

The standing person didn't speak, just stretched out his hand to gently brush the kneeling person's hair which was wet by last night's rain.

The kneeling man moved his head away from the gentle fingertips: "You are the real second young master of the Qi family. You should be the one who grew up in rich clothes and rich food, and you should be the one who grew up with Fu Junxing as a childhood sweetheart. You can You should be the one who keeps your whole body and lives in this world! I... I'm just an imposter who stole your name."

"If this is the case, then I should be the one who was raised by my brother in the comfort zone to waste his will and ruin his life. It should also be me who was threatened by my father to either overthrow the Fu family in one year or die directly. If it were really me, I could It is still a problem that you cannot live to adulthood under the hands of your elder brother." The standing man leaned over and embraced the kneeling man, "But there is no if in this world. So, you are still who you are today, and I am still the same today's me."

"But--"

"Again, there are no ifs in this world." The standing man let go of his hand, and looked seriously at the pair of crying red eyes in front of him, "So the dead outside this city wall will not come back to life because of your regrets, nor will you. I will forgive you just because you are kneeling here. Fu Junxing will not cease to be a sinner through the ages just because you are willing to bear the crime of destroying the world for him. And I will also not have any impossible expectations for what happened in the past, because There are only facts in the past, not possibilities.”

The kneeling person lowered his head in silence, his eyes became even more lifeless.

The standing person sighed and continued: "Remember the fact that there is no 'if' in this world, so that we can face up to past failures and learn lessons from them, so that the future will not repeat the same mistakes. The 'ifs' of the past will not become reality. , but the future will."

The kneeling man spoke intermittently with a choked voice: "I don't want to die, and I don't want to kill Fu Junxing, so the world is destroyed... If there is such a thing in the future, how should I choose?"

The standing person thought for a while, and seriously gave a joking answer: "If it were me, I would knock Fu Junxing unconscious and lock him up to educate him until he no longer wants to destroy the world."

The kneeling man laughed through his tears: "This is the only way you can think of it."

"I was able to come up with a solution because I was always thinking about what to do in order to move towards the most perfect future. Be fully prepared so that a single mistake will not turn into eternal hatred in a critical moment." The standing person will kneel "No matter what the situation is, you can find a way to deal with it. This is the so-called 'wisdom'."

Standing on the city wall, you can just see the mountain of corpses gradually piled up outside the city wall.

Among the piles of corpses, there are zombies who came to attack the city, some people with supernatural powers who died in battle with zombies, some ordinary people who died without turning into zombies, and some who failed to activate their supernatural powers and were thrown out of the city, and their consciousness has been copied into the game Asylees.

The corpse of a disabled boy stands out from the pile of corpses.

Doomsday did not let him go because of his weakness.

But the sinful people on the city wall were let go by the end of the world because they held countless crystallizations of human labor and wisdom.

Fate will not pity the weak, but will only submit to the strong.

"If you still have expectations for the future, hand over the ignorance and cowardice of the past to me, the person who will be destroyed, to take away, and be buried in the world with the people outside the city." The person who will be destroyed once again The sinful man hugged him in his arms.

Foolish and cowardly tears gushed out from the nearly dry eye sockets, and dripped on the clothes that were about to be destroyed, leaving mottled marks.A hoarse but firm sentence spit out from bloodless lips: "One day, I will be strong enough to decide the fate of the whole world!"

"Let another me witness the arrival of that day."

The people who were about to be destroyed walked down the city wall with traces of ignorance and cowardice on their clothes, and began to practice their own destiny.

People who have abandoned ignorance and cowardice also stepped down from the city wall and began to change the fate of the world.

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The two people in front of the stele finished their worship quietly and left quietly.

The hair of both of them is as white as frost and snow, which is a rare sight in the world when everyone can live forever.

Frost and snow fell, and the stone tablet was also dyed an old color.

The eight characters engraved on the stele are clearly visible.

Those who go are nameless and those who come are nameless.

【Another person's memory·End】

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This chapter is to see the chapter describing guessing names.

The next chapter is the chapter on guessing the description of people's names.