dramatic death

Chen Yan had been waiting in the car for an hour and a half.

He discovered that his artist was missing at 07:30 in the morning.Although the young Miss Christie is capricious and unruly, she seldom runs away without warning.

She is still a responsible person, and she must report in advance if she leaves.Chen Yan searched around her apartment, and checked the chat records on social networks. When she sent a message to Yintong, she almost had the mentality of "ask first anyway", but unexpectedly got a message from her little ancestor. information.

He drove for nearly 80 minutes, and when he arrived at the commercial street, he happened to see Christie staggering out of the dessert house.

She seemed to be drunk or sleepy from chatting, her head drooped in a daze, her face was blank.Chen Yan watched her dazedly cross the road and get into the back seat of the suspension car, and cast a puzzled look at Yin Tong, but in exchange for a commercial smile.

The two looked at each other, and the hard-working manager didn't know what to get, so he sighed, rubbed his temples and apologized to Yintong: "I have caused you trouble."

Yin Tong smiled: "Not really. It's been cold recently, if Christie wants to come in the morning, she still needs to remember to add more clothes."

"I will remember to tell her."

"Then trouble Mr. Chen."

Chen Yan nodded with a bit of a headache, started the suspension car and left the commercial street with more and more tourists in an instant.He frowned and kept checking the time on the terminal all the way, until he successfully merged into the traffic flow, and then heaved a sigh of relief and leaned back on the chair back.

There was silence in the car, and the wind whirled on the empty road passing through the car window, leaving only a slight sound of airflow.Chen Yan tapped the virtual steering wheel twice with his fingers, and suddenly realized that Christie in the back seat had never made any sound.

He turned on the autopilot and turned to take care of the abnormal little girl. Christie curled up in the shadow of the car window, with her head drooping and her shoulders drooping. The whole person looked like a newly made puppet. The joints and skeleton had been discarded by the owner before the traction wires were attached.

He tentatively called out, "Christie?"

The little girl trembled violently for a moment as if frightened, then raised her head numbly.Her pale face was in a trance, and there was no light in her dark eyes, and tears kept pouring out, as if she had been greatly frightened.

She trembled her lips, murmured "I'm sorry" incessantly, her upper and lower lips touched each other lightly, making a small crying sound, and finally condensed into one sentence.

"That's too late."

……

The winter is coming, the commercial street is full of hurried pedestrians, the suspension car disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving only the slight sound of the engine, reminding Yintong that a moment ago, he welcomed a superstar with a lot of money.

The biting cold wind howled through the streets with people coming and going, and the fine snowflakes quietly drifted through the layers of gray clouds.Boss Yin rubbed his hands and let out a breath of hot air. The soft white air dissipated in mid-air, revealing the game advertisement that had been played countless times on the light screen above his head.

[...Ultra-real holographic modeling, giving you the strongest immersive experience!No need for a game cabin, no need for virtual glasses, as long as you close your eyes, you can enter another world! ...]

This is too exaggerated...

There were still a few dancing young people standing in front of the billboard, and they let out exclamations one after another along with the special effects of the Hakoniwa Online game.They gathered together, with a vigor that was invincible to the wind, each of them was as excited as the hot sun at noon, and the cheers could almost pass through the entire commercial street.

"Fuck, ELF is generous! Christie is not cheap at all."

"There is something wrong with your focus. According to what you said, it's not cheap to put this light screen on for a day."

"I'm just concerned about whether the 70% of the fidelity is GG, can it be saved? How did this game pass the review? The Academy of Sciences divided it into a cemetery based on the head?"

"70% is unlikely, and 65% is too high for me. What is the level of realism that reaches 70%? A bastard walks on the street and cuts you, and then tells you whether it hurts or not. I will blow it to you. It hurts so much It hurts so much, blowing a hair?!"

"The pain can't be increased to 65%, and won't you be locked up for hacking and killing players? Two days ago, the arrest of people in the White Tower was on the news."

"Who knows, it's a miracle that a horror game can pass the review."

Yin Tong couldn't help laughing, he thought that if there is such an advanced technology, it can make the virtual game projected in the player's consciousness with more than 70% fidelity.Instead of doubting how the game is played, it is better to think about how to distinguish between reality and virtuality.

How do you know if you are sober?How can you tell if you have left the game?

At this stage, the human brain can already survive without the body. The Academy of Sciences was still planning the "reincarnation of the present world" a few years ago, and it might be able to achieve "resurrection from the dead" in the future.This plan means that as long as you upload your thinking data to the terminal in advance, even if the body has stopped moving, the operation of the terminal brain can maintain your thinking consciousness.

You will open your eyes in "another" (virtual) world, you can talk to your relatives and friends, you can accept virtual gifts from each other, and you can even return to the real world in the form of projection.

Go back to your family.

The Academy of Sciences believes that this technology can achieve "immortality", and there will no longer be a topic of parting between the living and the dead. As long as the brain is kept running, people can "live" forever.

What is the definition of "alive"?

Yin Tong pushed open the wooden door of the dessert house, and the frozen red fingertips were saved by the warm wind blowing against his face.

The dessert house under the morning light is divided into two parts by the bar counter facing the wooden door. To the left is a sofa and coffee table that are basically the same as furnishings, and to the right is a round table and wooden chairs with distinct colors like chocolate.Yin Tong stood at the door, looking at the only customer sitting in the store at the moment - he was sitting in front of the bar with his back to Yin Tong, his hands wrapped in his sleeves were clasped backwards, covered by a few black The straps are tightly bound.

The doorbell shattered the cold winter wind, and Yin Tong saw the strange guest turn around, his smoky eyes were like dry and cold clouds in the sky.

He was laughing, calling out with a light and airy tone as if coaxing a child.

"...Tongtong?"

This is not the first time Yintong has met this eccentric guest.

In the evening about a week ago, the central city ushered in continuous heavy rain after winter.The exhausted weather forecaster tried desperately to catch up with the torrential rain, exhausted all his efforts, and finally calculated the time when the shower would first stop.

After the cold rain raged for two days and one night, he took a rest. Yin Tong pushed open the door of the shop that was changed to "Open", and found a wet young man on the fallen leaves all over the floor.

It was a young man with his head up, with a pure expression like a child.

He was sitting on the steps in front of the store, his lead gray eyes were like the sky covered with heavy clouds, his lips trembled like autumn leaves in the rainstorm, his whole body was already soaked by the rain and his expression was dazed.Yin Tong cursed "Damn" in his heart, and stretched out his hand to grab the young man's arm, the arm wrapped in the palm was so skinny, as if the young man in front of him was some dry bone covered in human skin.

The young man was dragged staggeringly by him, his feet slipped and he almost fell to the ground.Yin Tong stretched out his hand to catch the man, first shivering from his hypothermic body temperature, and then involuntarily stopped his eyes on his strange suit.

It was a bondage suit.

The sleeves, which were so long that they could drag the floor, were being bound on the young man's arms by pure black binding belts, layer by layer, until the soft cuffs were exposed where the top was close to the shoulders.The young man's hands were completely wrapped in the sleeves, folded behind his back, and tied together by two binding straps fixed on his wrists.

Yin Tong didn't pay attention at all when he was pulling, so that the opponent's whole body was taken away from the center of gravity, and his head almost fell to the ground.

But it was a miracle that he was able to stand still after being in the rain for so long.

Boss Yin muttered a few words in his heart, thinking that this kind of clothes is rare in the central city, this guy probably has a lot of background, maybe he is the number one death row prisoner who escaped from the White Tower.

After the new era, the laws are strict, and there are millions of city surveillance inside and outside the Central City alone. There are only a handful of guys who dare to commit murder in public, and it is unheard of to escape from the White Tower.Yin Tong was very anxious, but he didn't hesitate much in his hands. He had already been dragged away anyway, so he just took him back to the shop half-supported and half-carried.

Such a heavy rain has already been taken over, so it's hard to throw it out again.

Although the "afternoon tea" dessert room is equipped with a kitchen and lounge, there is no bathroom, let alone a place for showering.Boss Yin led the man back, placed him on the sofa, took the blanket from the lounge to wrap him up, and followed the tutorial on the light screen to brush the man's hair.

He had never done this kind of thing before, so that he rubbed the other party's blond hair in a mess. Fortunately, the water absorption of the towel was much beyond his expectation, and it would help the victim out of the sea of ​​suffering in just a few minutes.

Yin Tong put away the towel, took a few steps away and looked at his masterpiece, his eyes ran back and forth a few times along the side of the young man's clothes that exposed the blanket, his eyes almost penetrated his sunken shoulders.

He really wanted to pick him up right away to see if he could find any experimental wounds that were surgically stitched up on him, but he didn't dare to borrow ten more courage from him. Getting caught playing hooligans is a small thing, but life-threatening is a big deal.If some criminal "demons and ghosts" are released by untying the restraint belt, the city surveillance will not save his dog's life.

Horror games are played in this way. Nine of the ten tragedies come from "cheapness", "daring" and "curiosity", and there is one flag that is basically inseparable from "nothing will happen".

What's more, this kid has been tied up like this, who would believe that he is harmless to humans and animals?

The young man on the sofa didn't know the twists and turns in his heart, even though his soft blond hair was crumpled by a towel, his big smoky gray eyes always followed Yintong's direction.His sight was unfocused, his eyes were clear, and his whole body was like a baby bird that had just given birth to Yinsui, constantly catching the figure of the "master".

He watched Yin Tong increase the room temperature, watched him tidy up the sundries, watched him open and close his lips and teeth to ask something, and watched him disappear into the sensor door in the back kitchen.

He always maintained a sitting posture, with a cute look behind his hands, constantly thinking about the scene when he was brought into the house a few breaths ago, remembering that the palm of Yintong was pressed against his back through the wet cloth, It was warm and dry, as if he could touch his wrong heart in the next second.

He was excited uncontrollably, his heart beating like a drum.He thought of the description he had seen in that diary, and thought of the person in front of him, whose name was "Yin Tong".

Is he "Yin Tong"?

Is he my "Yin Tong"?

Sitting upright, the young man tightened his hands, lowered his head to suppress the soaring joy in his pupils.He looked at his soaked knees and listened to his messy breathing, as if all the sufferings in the past melted into the rainwater outside the store at this moment, rushing along the urban drainage system to a place he could never find again. place.

There is only joy left in his chest, surging, accompanied by blood supply to the whole body.

Suddenly a cup broke into his field of vision.The young man raised his head and followed the slender hand on the cup to look at the young man holding the cup.

Yin Tong was standing in front of him, frowned slightly when he met his gaze, and stretched out the back of his hand to lightly touch his forehead.

"It's not hot," he heard the other party murmur, "There are so many procedures for applying for medication these days, don't you have a fever, the hospital is expensive."

The young man nodded indiscriminately, and looked away in a panic. He was really embarrassed to clarify that there was no direct connection between his blushing and fever. He was just a little nervous and a little happy.

It's a little overwhelming.

He heard a soft sound of glass colliding, and Yin Tong put the glass of steaming milk in front of him.The young boss sat down opposite him, inserted a straw into the cup, and turned the spout in his direction with a smile.

"Fair trade, one answer and one sip, what do you think?"

Yin Tong leaned over, with his elbows pressed against the tea table, almost lying on the table in front of the young man.Young people with little experience in the world almost instantly heard their heart beat out of rhythm, and it "thumped" and huddled together, just like a suspension car accidentally encountered a group rear-end on an empty road.

He heard what the other party said, and vaguely discerned the words "curious" and "want to know".He almost couldn't wait to nod, but he was afraid that he would be reckless and unreasonable, so he had to struggle to calm down his breathing, and squeezed out a weak sound from his throat.

"it is good."

You can say anything.