Indie Games 30330

[Dungeon No.2961 ends here, the initial number of players in the game: 20, the final number of surviving people: 6, player points will be automatically settled by the system, there are still 20, 19 to the exit time of the dungeon...]

The grotesque and strange world gradually receded from sight. After a short period of darkness, the light of the real world rose clearly again.

Cheng Mo opened his eyes.The white walls, the hanging bottles, the monotonous and gentle "didi" sound of the instrument, and the smell of disinfectant that once made him feel uncomfortable are now familiar.It was snowing in the city, and white clouds fell from the gray sky, gradually becoming blurred under the vapor of the glass.

It has been two years since his diagnosis.

A glass of milk was put into the palm of his hand, and the warm liquid warmed his cold palm gradually.Qin Chuhe pulled out a chair and sat beside him, took out a washed apple from the fruit plate and peeled it carefully.

The single ward was very quiet, only the steady beeping of the instrument was heard, and the occasional happy laughter of children came from outside the window, which was blocked by the thick soundproof glass and became indistinct.Cheng Mo looked at the little colored dots running in the snow with some fascination, imagining the scene where the snowball smashed open on the bright down jacket, and the fine snow foam fell from the clothes.

He remembered that after seeing such a snow scene last time, he was lying in a ward that also smelled of disinfectant, and it was confirmed that his leg muscles had completely atrophied, and he could no longer walk.

His own voice seemed inaudible as if it was floating from afar.

"Take me to the game world once."

He really missed the days when he could run and dance.

It has been a whole year since Qin Chuhe brought him into the game. From being at a loss at the beginning to now being able to do a job with ease, he and Qin Chuhe have gradually become a mysterious myth among players who have never failed.However, Cheng Mo knows that what the game brings to people is never real, but endless falsehood and illusion. Too many people get lost in the game, and even pay the price with their lives.

Even though the fundamental meaning of this game is to lure humans in the real world to exchange with it.The more difficult it is to achieve the wish, the greater the price paid.But for Cheng Mo, he entered the game just to experience a moment of down-to-earth feeling, other than that, he never had any other thoughts.

Life and death are fate, and after a short period of shock and frustration, Cheng Mo accepted it calmly and frankly. The only thing that made him worry was Qin Chuhe who became more and more silent since then.

The fruit plate was handed to him, and there were neatly inserted toothpicks on the apple slices.Qin Chuhe took away Cheng Mo's glass of milk, and washed it carefully in the sink.The light reflected from the snow was very bright, and in the silhouette against the light, Qin Chuhe's tall and straight back was stretched straight like a thread.

Cheng Mo couldn't help sighing:

"Even if I'm not here, you have to live well, you know?"

The sound of rushing water seemed to stop for a few seconds, Qin Chuhe was silent for a while, and then said without looking back:

"I won't let you go."

Cheng Mo raised the corner of his mouth:

"In the late stage of the disease, muscle atrophy will gradually spread to the whole body, and most patients will die of respiratory failure. It usually does not exceed three or four years from the onset to death, and there is not much time left for me."

The sound of the water flowing seems to never stop, Qin Chuhe's back looks desperate and lonely.

"I'm not going to let that happen."

He lowered his head stubbornly, washing the already shining glass, as determined and stubborn as never yielding to fate:

"I won't allow it to take you away."

Cheng Mo choked, as if his heart was being grabbed, and tears welled up all at once.He closed his eyes hard, and it took him a long time to suppress his sobs. As soon as the words came to his lips, he was embraced by the man who suddenly stepped forward.

The slightly cold mint smell lingers on the tip of the nose.That was their first hug, but Cheng Mo had the illusion that he had been waiting for this hug for years.

At that moment, the feelings that had troubled him for a long time were revealed in an instant, and he finally realized what kind of feelings he had cherished for Qin Chuhe for a long time.

Why didn't I understand it until now?

It's too late.

<<

The days became shorter and shorter, and the endless nights gradually grew longer. Cheng Mo was no longer hospitalized and returned to his home.

It was the last peaceful time in his life. His parents who had turned down all their jobs were by his side, but most of the time he was asleep, and he only vaguely remembered his father's restrained sighs and his mother's suppressed sobs.

There was a hand that gripped him.He knew it was Qin Chuhe.

His only connection with the outside world is through Qin Chuhe.It is ironic that the channel for obtaining real information is a game world full of lies and illusions, but only there can he live like a normal person.

As the number of customs clearance increases, the copy number decreases and the difficulty increases.In the course of the game, whether intentionally or not, they accidentally learned about the existence of life redemption dungeons from high-level NPCs.Those are high-level dungeons with a serial number of less than [-]. Most players don't even know of their existence, and examples of successful customs clearance are unheard of.He himself doesn't have any thoughts about this, because this game pays attention to absolutely fair replacement, and there is no dungeon that is as difficult as a person's life.He thought so, but the sudden light in Qin Chuhe's eyes startled him.

"Don't do unnecessary things!" He lost his temper for the first time, and pressed Qin Chuhe against the wall, almost roaring.And Qin Chuhe just lowered his eyes and didn't look at him.

That was Qin Chuhe's usual evasive gesture.No objection, but no compromise either.

Such a gesture made the flames in Cheng Mo's chest boil all of a sudden.His chest heaved violently, and he was too angry to speak.But behind the burning anger, he knew that it was actually a fear that he didn't want to recall.The fear of losing Qin Chuhe.

"I don't want to lose you!" He glared at Qin Chuhe with red eyes, almost gnashing his teeth.But he didn't expect Qin Chuhe's reaction to be greater than his.

"Me too!" Qin Chuhe, who had never spoken loudly to Cheng Mo, yelled back in a hoarse voice that was almost in tune.His eyes were heartbroken, like a lion about to lose its partner.

There was a moment of silence in the pitch-black corridor, and water droplets fell from the tip of the stalactites, hitting the small pit on the ground with a crisp sound of "click".The sound was like a needle that popped a balloon, and Cheng Mo, who was furious, was discouraged in an instant.He lowered his head, powerlessness and frustration hit him like a tidal wave.

Yes, what qualifications does he have to ask Qin Chuhe?Qin Chuhe endured even more than him.The dead are always the easiest, because only the living bear the pain.This pain has no end in sight.

Qin Chuhe was the first to calm down Cheng Mo, apologized in a low voice, hugged Cheng Mo into his arms, and reached out to stroke the back of Cheng Mo's soft hair.Cheng Mo's anger disappeared at once, and the reassuring warmth in Qin Chuhe's embrace made his eyes feel hot, and tears flowed out in spite of himself.

In an instant, he understood that it was Qin Chuhe who suffered more than him.

<<

That day came sooner than expected.The sun is burning, the wind is blowing through the long yellow grass, and the neighing of eight-legged horses resounds through the sky.The All-Father sat in a resplendent carriage, his shoulders were as broad as a mountain, and he held the eternal gun Kungunir in his raven hands.

In the direction where the gun point was pointing straight at, sat a blood-soaked boy.He looked tired and embarrassed, his jet-black hair was clotted with blood clots, his handsome face was covered with scars, but facing the pointed gun, his eyes were as deep as the sea, and he looked directly at Odin's one eye that no one dared to look at.

"There is only one condition for customs clearance." Odin looked down at him without emotion, his voice was as low as thunder, and Kungunir pointed at the tip of the boy's nose.

The continuous sound of war drums sounded in the distance, and Odin's next words were lost in the rumble of the drums.

It seemed that someone kissed his forehead and whispered a soft "sorry" in his ear.

Cheng Mo woke up with a start.

It was still a familiar room, the clock was ticking, the heavy curtains blocked most of the daylight, and the whole room still looked like it was last night.There is an unknown temperature in the hand, and the children's play is hard to hear through the thick double-glazed glass.

The sound from the door made him look up. His mother was leaning against the door with a spatula in her hand, looking at him with a smile on her face.

"Xiaomo, mom has made a big table of dishes, get up and eat while it's hot, it won't taste good when it's cold."

It was a scene I hadn't seen for a long time. In my impression, my mother was a person who seldom cooked, but my father did more.Occasionally, when only my mother came home, the most common thing to do was to take him to the house of her best friend Liu Qingqing for dinner. Liu Qingqing often laughed and said that her mother's tricky taste was due to her good cooking skills.

So the mother in front of him wearing an apron, her hair loosely tied up, and the steaming spatula made him feel dazed all of a sudden, and all the previous memories became blurred and unreal like erratic.

"What's the matter, Xiaomo? Why are you staring blankly? Let me see..." The mother stepped forward and put her hands on his forehead with concern, "The fever is gone."

"Mom, I spent so many meals at Aunt Liu's house before, let's go ask her if she wants to..."

"Huh?" The mother raised her head, looked at him with some doubts and worries, "Aunt Liu? Which Aunt Liu?"

"It's... Aunt Liu Qingqing."

"What, you child." The mother smiled all of a sudden, and reached out to touch his head, "I haven't seen you, Aunt Liu, since she got married. She also has a hard life, and she has been married for so long I have never had a child, and I heard that I moved abroad with my husband the year before last. Why do I suddenly think of you, Aunt Liu?"

etc.Want to have children?

Cheng Mo's mind suddenly went blank, and it took a long time before he heard his own voice, as if it didn't come from his own mouth:

"...Don't they have a son? His name is Qin Chuhe."

"Qin Chuhe?" The mother frowned and thought for a while, then shook her head firmly, "No way. Everyone knows that your Auntie Liu has no children. Did you remember wrongly?"

A sense of chaos hit Cheng Mo, and the world suddenly became upside down and chaotic.It wasn't until he was dragged from the bed by his mother and stood with his feet on the smooth wooden floor that he finally realized belatedly.

The disease that kept him from getting out of the ground has gone away.No, or it could be said that the world was turned upside down because of one person's departure.

At that moment, Cheng Mo knew clearly that Qin Chuhe had made some kind of deal in the independent game, and bought himself a new life at a huge price of erasing himself from this world.

In the heart-wrenching despair, Cheng Mo grasped the only glimmer of hope and vitality.

——If you just want Qin Chuhe's life, then just let them die in real life like you treat other players.But for Qin Chuhe, this game chose to erase his entire existence, and even covered all the influence of the butterfly effect, changing the world for him.

So can it be explained that Qin Chuhe is not simply dead, but is more likely to be alive somewhere?

You no longer exist in this world, only I will hold on tightly to the memory related to you, I am the only connection between you and this world.

Are you still somewhere, waiting for me to come?