Asylum on Earth [Unlimited Stream]

"What do you mean by making a choice?" Bai Jianxiao asked.

Hong Yong narrowed his eyes, groped in the brown briefcase with his skinny hands, and found a thick notebook, "I used to be a teacher in this school, so it was probably, um, Let me think about it, 20 years ago."

Bai Jianxiao was surprised, 20 years ago?Then why does Hong Yong still appear in the plot?Could it be that the plot they experienced was already 20 years ago?

"What's the relationship between Xia Youyang Zaozao and you?" Bai Jianxiao asked calmly.

"They are my students, it should be said, they used to be." Hong Yong explained, "20 years ago, I worked in this school, and I happened to be the head teacher of Class [-] of the third year of senior high school, but I have been in it for less than a year. You know, Xia You jumped from this building. Her parents were driven crazy by this incident, and they came to the school every day to make trouble. At that time, I was a young teacher, and I couldn't bear the pressure, so I took the blame and resigned gone."

"You are the real master of this game, right?" Bai Jianxiao asked.Just like Yanyan in the first game, there is an angel at the center of each game that controls the operation of the entire game.If the owner of the game is not Xia You, then the real goal of the game is worth pondering.

"It's me." Hong Yong admitted happily, "After leaving school, I became a writer as you can see. I almost forgot all about that school experience, until not long ago when I was packing the drawers, I found An interesting book, read it."

Bai Jianxiao took the notebook and opened it to check. Xia You and Yang Zaozao were written on the title page, and several small notes were glued to each page after that. After flipping through one book roughly, there were more than 1000 small notes at least. .This job is very cumbersome, but the person who glued it is very careful, and every corner is glued very smoothly.The ten pieces of paper that Bai Jianxiao was holding also flew back slowly, and automatically returned to some blank positions on the notebook.

"I took this book away for my collection after Xia You's death, but I didn't read it carefully," Hong Yong shook his head and sighed, "Looking at it now, how many beautiful stories are in it! If these records hadn't been preserved, how would the world Can you think of a girl who jumped off a building to die with so many intense and complicated thoughts? So I think I have to organize these little notes and write them into a book."

Hong Yong took out another stack of manuscript papers from his briefcase, and the name of this unfinished book was written on the top one - "You Come to the World".

Speaking of this, Hong Yong has always been very sincere, Bai Jianxiao asked puzzled: "Okay, even if you want to write a book, what's the matter if you arrest us?"

"Listen to me slowly," Hong Yong said, "If you want to write this book, these notes alone are not enough. I have returned to this school after many years. Look, the once brand-new campus has become This dilapidated look. I interviewed the teacher at the time, found some former classmates, and even visited Xia You's parents at the risk of being scolded, but ah, the most important piece of information is missing!"

"What key information?"

"It's like a collective memory loss. No one can tell what happened to Yang Zaozao and where he went. Such a key character just disappeared from my novel!" Hong Yong became excited, waving the stack of Manuscript, "It's almost the end, what will Yang Zaozao do? Should he jump down with the girl he loves, or run away alone in fear of death? I can't figure it out at all! If you can't write the ending, this book The novel will never be finished..."

"So you asked us players to help you choose an ending?" Bai Jianxiao asked helplessly, "Will our choice affect the game clearance?"

"Of course not! To be honest, designing such a game has troubled me a lot," Hong Yong scratched his hair, his expression tangled, "I just want to create quietly by myself."

Bai Jianxiao couldn't help thinking of Yanyan again, what kind of existence are these angels?It not only has its own memories and troubles like human beings, but also is completely unlike human beings in some places.The stories he has experienced are so close to reality, do the people in these stories really exist?

Seeing that Bai Jianxiao was silent, Hong Yong grabbed his arm and shook it vigorously, "Make a choice now! I can't wait to know the ending of this story!"

Bai Jianxiao staggered a step when he pushed her back against the door, but she didn't rush to answer.He rested his fingers on his chin, showing a thoughtful look, "Well, let me think about it..."

"What's there to think about?" Hong Yong asked anxiously, "Either live or die, isn't it enough for you to make a choice after experiencing so much?"

"You're not a good writer." Bai Jianxiao said abruptly.

"What?!" Hong Yong was shocked, and then showed an angry expression, "What did you say..."

"I chose to let Yang die early," Bai Jianxiao interrupted him, "Since we agreed to commit suicide together, we can't go back on our word. Anyway, I think so. But, in fact, it doesn't matter whether she dies or lives. Doesn't make any difference, right?"

At the moment when he said death, the door of the roof opened, Bai Jianxiao stepped back, the bulging wind messed up his hair, and there was no one on the roof—after making a choice, life and death It is already doomed.Bai Jianxiao didn't need to look to know that Yang Zao had already jumped down from the sixth floor and lay down with Xia You.

Hong Yong chased him in, and forced him to ask, "What did you mean by that sentence just now, I'm not a good writer?!"

"This is a false world." Bai Jianxiao dragged his broken leg, lost the patience to pester him, and walked slowly towards the rooftop, "The existence of Xia You and Yang Zaozao, their characters, what happened to them The stories, even their appearances, are stitched together. And the raw materials for stitching are us players."

Hong Yong remained silent, just followed him forward, they walked to the edge of the roof, and looked at the surging abyss together.With her hands on the railing, Bai Jianxiao looked mercilessly at the two corpses lying side by side downstairs: "The story of Yang Zaozao and Xia You is full of weirdness and irrationality, but I never thought about it." I understand where the sense of incompatibility comes from. But after listening to what you just said, I figured it out a little bit. Their stories are like newspaper clippings that have been cut out and pasted together. They are collaged together with different stories. I Is that right?"

"Ha..." Hong Yong laughed dryly, "You are really sharp."

"If you find that your memories about the college entrance examination and about being sexually harassed," Bai Jianxiao responded with the same sneer, "you will also feel conflicted if they are collaged into other people's stories. At first, I just felt that I and It’s just Xia You’s resemblance. It wasn’t until I heard Yin Cheng’s story that I realized that part of his life was also collaged into this story by you... No, it’s not so much a collage, it’s better to say that this story is deduced by ourselves I am afraid that our performance in the plot will also be written into the story by you, right?"

"There is more, there is more, talk more!" Hong Yong couldn't help taking out a pen and began to write down, "Student Xiao Jianbai! You are really great! Your character is so interesting , My head is full of inspiration now!"

Bai Jianxiao took out the photo of Xia You that she kept in her arms from the very beginning, "A person's expression is a complete system. When you complete a smile, you need to mobilize 53 muscles. Just the mouth The other parts of the face are motionless, but it won’t make people think it’s a smile, it’s just weird and scary. The mouth, nose, eyes, ears on this face... all come from different players, look carefully In other words, this nose should belong to Miss Swan. These eyes are very similar to a female player standing on my left when I first entered the game. These slender eyebrows belong to Qin Jia. There is no mistake. In addition, the skin color should be Taken from me, right?"

Lu Zhiqiong once said that the clues that can be easily obtained will not be important clues, so he didn't pay much attention to that photo at first, but in fact the most important hint is hidden on it!With his powers of observation and memory, if he had studied this clue carefully from the beginning, he might have discovered some clues long ago, and it was all due to Lu Zhiqiong... Thinking of that name, Bai Jianxiao felt his wounds all over his body ache again, and he wished he could put it on his chest. Only by chewing carefully on the back molars can one relieve the hatred in one's heart.

He told himself in his heart that there was only one person in the future, so he had to be more careful, and never let any clues go easily.

"I think these evidences are enough to prove that there are no schools or teaching buildings at all. We have always existed in your collaged novel!" Bai Jianxiao slapped Xia You's photo onto Hong Yong's face.

"Perfect! You have solved the final mystery, so I have nothing to hide from you," Hong Yong clapped his hands and laughed loudly, "Let me show you the real world!"

The violent storm stagnated around him, like every time he entered a plot, Bai Jianxiao had no time to react, and the surrounding scene changed dramatically.

Having been in a dim environment for a long time, his eyes suddenly turned white, and he couldn't help covering his eyes, and it took him a while to get used to the light in this room.

This is a pure white room, about 4×4 square meters in size, with blank walls on all sides, without any light source, but everywhere in the room is bright.There was an ordinary writing desk in the corner, and Hong Yong was sitting on the chair. There was only a stack of paper and a pen on the desk.

This is... the truth of this world?It was surprisingly monotonous.

"Welcome to my creative studio," Hong Yong scratched his head with a pen, "How do you feel?"

Bai Jianxiao looked around, "It's only this big, doesn't it have doors and windows?"

"If you want, I can create it for you." Hong Yong wrote something on the paper, and doors and windows appeared on the blank wall. When Bai Jianxiao opened the window, he found that outside was an endless pure White, he opened the door, and outside the door was another pure white room.

"Of course I can create doors, windows or other things, but it's meaningless." Hong Yong showed a miserable smile, "I just sit here every day, facing a pure white wall, thinking and thinking Ah, what to write today, what to write tomorrow... But I can't think of it, I have no memories to write about, I have nothing to call life!"

"So you just pull the players in, collage their memories into the background, and then let the players enter by themselves to complete the development of the plot for you?" Bai Jianxiao said contemptuously.Is there anything more disdainful than a writer who is running out of inspiration and copying books?The only thing that belongs to him is this blank space, which is so empty that it makes people feel pitiful.

"Then what's wrong! Creation is not a magic that comes out of nothing!" Hong Yong said excitedly, "Those great writers you see just put their own lives and the inspiration they got from other works into everything. Come to your own work! I've only done the same thing."

"..." Bai Jianxiao looked at him speechlessly, thinking that even if the chef knows how to mix different raw materials and cook them carefully under the control of the heat, you can just cut here and there, and serve the bloody raw meat on a plate Come up, can customers feel delicious?

Eager to prove himself, Hong Yong picked up a large stack of bound books from his feet, "Look, I have completed a lot of amazing works so far! This "The Butcher Does Not Passover", that game came in three A serial murderer who killed sixteen people, it’s so wonderful! Look at this "I Became a Love Liar in Prison" again, what a realistic work!"

Bai Jianxiao glanced at the unfinished "You Come to the World" in his hand, "What about our book? What do you think?"

"This book is so regrettable, it could have been a masterpiece," Hong Yong waved his hand regretfully, "It would be great if I could read Lu Zhiqiong's memory, it must be very exciting, he is an outstanding book in our place." a legendary person……"

"What do you mean?" Bai Jianxiao felt something was wrong, hadn't Lu Zhiqiong's memory been read?

"Uh, Lu Zhiqiong is very special." Hong Yong's expression was strange, he hesitated to speak, "I can't add any part of him to the plot, his sequence is higher than mine..."

"What sequence? Make it clear." Bai Jianxiao became anxious.

Hong Yong covered his mouth and shook his head, "No, there are restrictions on us, even if I want to tell you, it is impossible for me to tell the truth."

Bai Jianxiao forcibly resisted the urge to ask more questions. On the one hand, he knew that it was meaningless to press the npc, but on the other hand, he thought viciously, Lu Zhiqiong was so full to care about him that he didn't care about his business!

"It's a pity that he didn't jump off the stairs. He almost succeeded several times." Hong Yong was still annoyed, "I wanted to see what he would choose."

"Ok?"

"I will give every player who jumps off the stairs a chance to act freely," Hong Yong said with a mysterious smile, "They can choose to go back upstairs and lure their companions down, just like Qin Jia did. There are also some players who choose to go back to the building and help their companions pass the level from a distance—but they don’t know that they were deliberately killed by their companions. In short, it is a very interesting test of human nature, and I will tell you secretly, make Qin Jia chooses the most people."

Bai Jianxiao couldn't help feeling chills, and didn't know which of the players he met in the building were living people, and which were dead people mixed in with the living.But if all living people are like He Huating, then there seems to be no big difference between being alive and dead.

"However, the least people are people like you," Hong Yong's tone warmed up, "People like you who can see through the essence of this world, so I will reward you - stretch out your hand."

Bai Jianxiao realized something, "Is this also the Babylon level?"

"This is the second floor." Hong Yong took out a medal from his pocket, "Here, this is for you. The first player to see through the 'essence' of the game will be rewarded with the Tower of Babel medal."

Without any explanation, Hong Yong stuffed the medal into his hand, and the imprint reappeared on the back of Bai Jianxiao's left hand, and now the stars below became two.

He is very happy to get the medal... But then again, is the Tower of Babel so easy to enter?His first two games happened to be both, and he both got medals, isn't that a bit of a coincidence?

"Now you can leave, just go out through the door or window." After finishing his side job, Hong Yong bit his pen and continued to write his masterpiece.

For some reason, Bai Jianxiao was not in a hurry to leave the game. He dawdled over to peek at the manuscript, and found a random topic: "How do you plan to write the ending of this book?"

"The ending...I've already found the perfect one," Hong Yong tapped the paper with a pen, "Just use the ending that Lu Zhiqiong typed."

Forced to hear this name again, Bai Jianxiao hesitated again and again, but was still defeated by his own curiosity, "... What is the ending of Lu Zhiqiong?"

"You can read it if you want, no problem." Hong Yong handed him the manuscript, "Unlike everyone else, Lu Zhiqiong's perspective is very strange. All of you are from Yang Zaozao's point of view. Do you want to die, only he seems to have a special empathy with Xia You, he said—"

"It's so dark down here, let Yang live early." Lu Zhiqiong leaned against the door and said, "I told you writers, don't engage in such ups and downs all day long, it makes your mind dark, and you should spend more time in the sun." Is the sun bad?"

The moment he said "live", the door opened behind him, and outside was the clear blue sky, the air was fresh and cool, and the water on the ground was bright, reflecting the vast sea and sky.The girl stood on the edge of the roof, looking up at the sky, like a plant that has survived the storm, and is stretching its branches to bathe in the sun.

"Hmm... You, don't you have anything to say?" Hong Yong hesitated, and then asked, "For example, the nature of this world..."

"The rule of the Order of Babel here is first come, first served, right?" Lu Zhiqiong put his hands in his pockets, bathed in the sun, almost transparent, "I have nothing to say."

Yang Zao heard the movement and turned around, holding a thick notebook in his arms.

Lu Zhiqiong walked over, took her hand and pulled her back, "It's okay, it's over."

The girl's eyes were red from crying, and her face was covered with tears.Her appearance is ordinary, except for a pair of very beautiful amber eyes.

If Bai Jianxiao had seen Yang Zaozao's photo at the beginning, the mystery might have been solved long ago, because Yang Zaozao's eyes came from him.

"It's so beautiful," Lu Zhiqiong reached out to wipe away her tears, and stroked the corners of her wet red eyes with his knuckles, "Don't cry with these eyes, my heart will break when I see them."

Yang Zaozao stopped crying at a loss, and looked at this strange man with wide eyes. He was obviously smiling, but looked very sad.

Hong Yong stood behind and asked hesitantly, "This, that... Sir, can you give my book a name?"

"Name it," Lu Zhiqiong took the notebook from Yang Zaozao's hand, flipped through it casually, and pointed to the last page and said, "Let's just take this."

It was the last note that Yang Zaozao wrote to Xia You, it was stuck on the last page of the notebook, it was written on the last day they were together, after that, Xia You jumped from upstairs.

“ToYOYO: It’s been raining recently, and I haven’t seen the sun for a long time! This is my favorite poem, I’ll copy it for you, and when the weather clears up, let’s go out and play together again!

you come to the world

you have to look at the sun

and your sweetheart

walking down the street together

......"

Lu Zhiqiong opened his eyes, the hotel room was dark at dusk, the curtains were floating, and a golden wind was blowing.On the false sky of the prison, the crimson setting sun was sinking into the towering prison tower like mountains in the distance.

Their hands were tightly clasped, their bodies warmly pressed against each other, still maintaining the posture they had before entering the game.

I don't know what went through in the game, Bai Jianxiao's hand held his hand tightly, with bulging veins and white knuckles, like a child holding something he loves and refusing to let it go.

Probably because he has been unconsciously clinging to himself since he learned the rules of not letting go from the game.

Lu Zhiqiong opened Bai Jianxiao's fingers one by one, slowly but firmly.Bai Jianxiao's spirit was still in the game, but his hand seemed to feel something, he grabbed in the air, but he didn't catch anything, so he had to hang down alone, still maintaining the posture of holding something tightly.His knuckles are slender and slender, and the knuckles are slightly pink due to the force, and the blue veins can be seen on the back of the fair hand. When you turn it over to look at the palm, the palm lines are very light, and the three lines representing life, marriage, and career are not. long.

Anyway, these are a pair of hands suitable for interlocking fingers, kissing and licking, and grasping the sheets tightly. If possible, Lu Zhiqiong would like to hold these hands and kiss them thousands of times.

Just thinking about it.Lu Zhiqiong stood up with great willpower, left the room, closed the door tightly, and walked into the street at sunset.

He is also willing to bathe in the warm wind and sunshine, hold the hand of his sweetheart, and walk on the street together.

He also wants to look up at the sun for a long time.

As long as it is daytime.

Volume Two·You Come to the World·End

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I didn't expect that it took so long to write this chapter, and this volume dragged the front line so long.Although there are still many unsatisfactory things, fortunately, I have written everything I wanted to write.With a little regret and a little satisfaction, I am heading towards the third volume, and I want to write the next volume more cheerfully and lively (Lu: My cheerful and lively crematorium???