I Became a God in a Horror Game: 378, preseason
Under the night, the edge of the city is brightly lit.
Among the bright and bustling neon colors, there is a strange building with no lights on. It is pitch black from the top floor to the bottom floor, and there is no light at all. Standing in the largest shopping mall in the city center Above the center, it looks like a huge monster that can absorb the surrounding light.
Go to point point and walk into this building, you will find that this 36-story building overlooking the prosperous city is a semi-finished product that has not yet been completed .
Some of the concrete walls have just been reinforced, and some have not yet been sealed. The edge of the room is directly exposed to the night sky, and the situation inside the room can be seen directly from the other side. .
The strange thing is that in such a semi-finished building, the room is not empty, and through the dim and colorful lights, the room can be vaguely seen in the night placement.
There are rudimentary mattresses, sleeping bags and desks in some rooms, and a kettle and two or three rolls of toilet paper on the floor. It seems that there are people living there.
In addition, there are only four altars in this room, and there are four black and white photos on the altar. There are stacks of apples, one incense burner and one placed on the altar. An urn in a niche.
There are still four unburned incense sticks burning in the incense burner, which means that someone came to offer incense just now.
Incense lingers around and rises. At night, the phone rang in the unfinished building. There is a person with a bag of heavy apples in his left hand and a bag of paper money and cigarettes in his right. Clamping the phone between his chin and shoulders, he asked softly, "Hello? I just burned Ms. Li's side, where are you?"
This is a young man who is more clean and clean.
"The seventeenth floor has been burned." A woman came on the phone, sounding equally young, "Then let's meet at Brother Wang's house on the eighteenth floor?"
After the man finished speaking, he had to raise his hand with difficulty and hang up the phone.
The woman over there was silent for a while, then said in a low voice: "Yuan Guang, we haven't given incense to the two players who died in this year's preseason."
The moment the man hung up the phone, he paused, the apple in his hand seemed to be too heavy, he hung his hand down a little bit, his shoulders slowly gathered , bowed his head down and let out a long breath: "...We won the last game, and we all went together to offer incense to them."
Female, yes, and hung up the phone.
Eighteenth Floor, Room 1803.
There is an altar in the house. In the black-and-white photo on the altar is an uncle with a big smile and a beard, and his name is written next to it—[Wang Shuqi, aged 42].
The man holding the apple was silent, as if he had obsessive-compulsive disorder. One by one, he placed the apples on the tribute plate in front of the uncle, and took out four more incense sticks. Be well-behaved, lit the fire and prostrated three times, clasped hands together, closed eyes, and said to himself:
"Uncle Wang, we have come to the quarterfinals again this year, I hope you are in the spirit of heaven, bless everyone safe and sound, and survive."
"...last year...last year's game..."
When the man said that, he took a deep breath like a shell, his eyelids trembled twice, and they were slightly wet: "Thank you for your hard work!"
After speaking, he stepped forward to insert the incense into the stove.
A woman walked into the hole next to it.
The woman is wearing flat shoes, a t-shirt and jeans, her hair is tied into a bun on the back of her head, and she is only 27 or 28 years old. She looked at the man's skillful operation of burning incense, sighed with complicated feelings, and handed over a candle: "Yuan Guang, I bought a candle and lit it for Uncle Wang." Wax?"
"No more." Yuan Guang shook his head, turned his head in the dark, and the moonlight from the roof shone heavily on his side face.
Single eyelids, thin lips, just looking at the facial features, it looks like a young talent, but overall, the feeling of a young talent is instantly destroyed.
The hair that has not been trimmed for a long time is clumsily tied into a bundle, but it is crooked, and it is crooked on the right shoulder, with hair sticking out on both sides, and the circles around the eyes are thick and black. He woke up as if he hadn't slept in three days, and his body was exhausted and hunched.
There is a Band-Aid slanted on the left side of his forehead, and there is a red mark from a marker on his cheek, but he doesn't seem to notice that his face is smeared with a marker.
The look made the woman startled, she remembered that Yuan Guang was in a good state two or three days ago, but now it's almost...
Haggard and dizzy.
Yuan Guang shook his head and lowered his head to pack his things: "Don't light the candles, Sister Qian and the others are still living in the house, and there are no fire-fighting measures in the house, so it's not safe to light candles."
"Let's leave after the incense burns."
The two of them stood quietly in front of the altar, not saying a word.
Yuan Guang's eyelids drooped twice, his body suddenly staggered forward, and then fell straight upright, almost putting his head into the incense burner.
The woman next to her was startled and jumped, and she quickly reached out to support her: "Yuan Guang!!"
Yuan Guang knocked his head **** the altar. He covered his head and screamed. He shook his head in a sleepy state, and began to groan again when he was dizzy. fall.
The woman didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and helped him to sit down: "How many days have you not slept?"
Baldy Yuan leaned against the wall, only exhaled but not inhaled, trembling and choking, complaining: "...Recently, our company has a project that is about to start, and the master has been leading us to work overtime crazily, because I want to Tomorrow I asked for leave to play the game, and the leader said that I can only get the job by leaving work for the first two days..."
The woman took a deep breath: "You can't sleep for two days, right?!"
Yuan Guang was dying, his eyes dimmed with tears, and he nodded: "I just finished it this afternoon."
"The injury on your right forehead is also the same?" The woman was distressed and speechless: "You have to play a game tomorrow, maybe you will die, so you can't take it easy and don't go to work ?”
Before Yuan Guang opened his mouth, his and the woman's mobile phones rang at the same time.
【Your loan ending in xxxx will be debited in RMB from 18:00 on September 29th. Please ensure that the repayment account has sufficient funds. Your credit history will be truthful...]
The two looked down at the mobile phone, but the woman was silent.
Yuan Guang looked at the woman quietly: "Don't you think that if you don't die, you have to continue to work and pay the mortgage?"
Woman: "..."
Crap, can't refute.
The woman sighed, patted her buttocks and sat down next to Yuan Guang, both funny and sad: "The presidents of other people's guilds are always calling for the wind and rain, look at you, Yuan Guang, you even paid off the mortgage Sorry."
"Isn't the ace player of other people's team also have hundreds of responses, millions of fans, and tens of millions of credits for every live broadcast?" Yuan Guang hugged his knees, put his head on his knees and aimed at the woman, xiao Forced, "Shi Qian, look at you, our guild's ace fog skill player, and now the audience can't even remember your face."
Shi Qian: "...I have fog skills, so I put fog on the field to cover my field of vision, so the audience can only remember my face to be a ghost, okay?"
When the two of them talked, they were silent again, and they all sighed in dismay.
"I'm so envious, the rich grand duke will do something."
Yuan Guangxian said, "How many years have you borrowed money?"
Shi Qian recalled the following: "I borrowed the full amount of principal and interest for 20 years, how about you?"
"That's right. I chose one at the time, saying that it would be less and less." Yuan Guang looked down at the text messages, checked the balance in his bank card, and felt relieved when he saw it was greater than 6437. Tone, "As a result, after paying it back for three years, I lost 100 yuan every month."
"Uncle Wang and the others...how many years have they been borrowing?" Shi Qian asked lightly with her head lowered.
Yuan Guang was silent: "Thirty years, Uncle Wang's family's income was not high, and the whole family repaid the loan together, and the down payment was also pooled together. They borrowed more than 100,000 yuan, and when the business ran away and something happened. I just paid off the down payment."
"Uncle Wang couldn't hold on when he entered the game. After a long time in the game, he still couldn't make it. Finally, he knelt down in front of me and begged me to let him play in the league. Do a good deed, so that he will not die so uselessly."
"I didn't agree at the time, so Uncle Wang... cut his wrists."
"Fortunately, Uncle Wang lives in an unfinished building, and the room can't be fitted. The neighbors next to him can see what happened soon, and he was sent to the hospital in time."
Yuan Guang was silent for a long time, he lowered his head and fiddled with the apples in the bag:
"Last year I let Uncle Wang do it."
"Last year's mid-season game, hundreds of people approached me to sign up and want to play. Some were the owners of unfinished buildings, and some came to join the guild. The reason is that I can't survive in reality or in the game, and it's similar to Uncle Wang's situation."
"Among the team members who died last year, 47 were the owners of unfinished buildings. field."
"I... agree to everything."
Yuan Guang poked the apple, exhaled, and twitched the corner of his mouth: "I know they have reached their limit, because I can't hold it any longer."
Shi Qian didn't speak, she patted Yuan Guang's shoulder vigorously, and the two of them just leaned back to each other, curled up in the unfinished building that couldn't be capped, and made it public.
The red light of the four incense sticks on the altar behind them is weak, small, and flickering in the dark night, as if it is about to go out at any time, but it is a building next to the lights of Wanjia. The only light in the building.
Yuan Guang raised his head, he looked at the colorful night scene on the roof, the lights were dazzlingly reflected in his eyes, it was like chaotic oil paint mixed together, melting into tears that were about to drip out of the eye sockets .
Yuan Guang sniffed, and suddenly smiled: "I think it's funny when I think about it, before so many guilds came to analyze our tactics, saying they were cruel, cold, willing to sacrifice, and the members have brain problems Only those who are skilled and unique in composition are willing to take turns to play and sacrifice.”
"But at the beginning, there is no way to fix the reasons for the team members, and no one can think of it."
Yuan Guang let out a deep breath, his eyes were flushed, and he said with a trembling smile, "It's because in reality, everyone has to go to work every day to save money to pay off the mortgage. It's inconvenient to ask for leave, and there's no way to stay in the game and compete all the time." , can only, can only take turns to participate in the competition."
"Unexpectedly, it turned out to be an invincible tactic for our guild in the end."
His fist hanging by his side is clenched:
"Shi Qian, sometimes I feel very strange. In fact, everyone in the guild has a job, friends, relatives, someone likes, supports each other, lives so hard and earnestly, and suffers all by oneself. I don’t want to bother others when I die, and I want to help others live when I’m in trouble.”
"Everyone is a good person, why is life so difficult, so hard, can't survive for three years?"
"Today is the death day of Uncle Wang and the others." The night wind blew Shi Qian's hair, and she asked softly, "Yuan Guang, we will play tomorrow."
"You said that the first year of the year will be the anniversary of our death?"