Red and black camp simulation game

When he was 19 years old, he came to this place that month, but at that time there was Dazai Osamu leading him away, and he, who was like a blank piece of paper after amnesia, just followed behind without paying attention.

In fact, even so, he saw many, many dead people here. They died in different ways, and they all seemed to be about the same age as him. There were sporadic children among the dead people, but no matter which one they were, they all looked like him. exactly the same.

For Yue, who remembered nothing, the place didn't look scary, and he just had to follow behind the teacher to get away.

Until later when he accidentally mentioned this matter, Osamu Dazai, who was always bowing his head and approving documents behind the leader's desk, gave him a strange look.

"I don't remember this ever happening," the teacher responded.

The 19-year-old Chi Jiang didn't understand what these things were in that month. It doesn't mean that the 27-year-old Chi Jiang was still a blank sheet of paper. Even if the Klein Pot disappeared without a trace, he didn't panic at all. Said it was just a tool, and he was not someone who would rely on tools.

Without the ability to help list the labels, Nayue can still see those things that already exist, who let this be his own ability.

The player squatted down, reached out and touched the side face of the corpse at hand—it was cold, and the pair of lifeless water-red eyes on the face were still wide open. If you don't look below the head, this is a long-looking corpse. Just a nice little boy.

But the moment Nayue touched him, this little boy who should be called Chijiang Nayue immediately changed his appearance, his lying posture remained unchanged, but a big hole was broken in his chest, and it was empty inside, as if he should have been a boy. A doll without a heart.

This is him who didn't survive the experiment when he was five years old, so he became an ordinary experiment material.

That month didn't say anything, gently helped the child close his eyes, and continued walking.

The little man in black who was shot to death was the one who missed his job at the age of eight; the boy sitting on the ground like a puppet was the one who tried to resist but was completely brainwashed into a whiteboard at the age of 13; with a smile on his face, The boy who shattered into a puddle at the touch of a finger was the one who took revenge for his adoptive parents and fell down in front of the pursuers; the young man who was well-dressed in a suit but covered in bullet holes was the 22-year-old who was determined to defect but was besieged by more than a dozen snipers... …

That month passed one corpse after another, tirelessly repeating the action of squatting down and closing his eyes.

He is too familiar with the cause of their death, because he has dragged his life from those sufferings to the present, and he never took the initiative to seek death in that month, even though he knew that only pain could make him feel alive, but he did not Willing to die by suicide.

Living is really tiring, I sometimes thought that way in that month, he survived the experiment, he completed the task, he succeeded in revenge, he even survived the defection.These are very tiring, but when he thought that even these could not kill him, why did he let himself kill himself?

If the player's world does not have five noisy best friends, a group of chirping children, and a teacher who will hold him and say 'let's go home', then his only path is suicide Such a one.

But if there is no if, he knows that the difference between him and the other Chijiang Nayue is here. It is nothing more than that he has a reason to live, while they only have a reason to die.

He has been walking forward and will never look back, even if he can rest as he wished after turning back, even if he doesn't have to continue to think about anything after turning back, even if he can ask for a hug with his stupid parents who have been dead for nine years.

These corpses may be 'Kaluya', 'Experiment A', 'Organization Undercover Chie Nayue', etc., but only he is 'Player Chie Nayue'.

The player stood still in front of a corpse with disheveled hair and wearing a smoky blue pinstriped bathrobe*. He didn't immediately repeat the closed-eye movement that was about to become mechanized, but just looked down at the dead man lying on the ground.

The front of the bathrobe was open, revealing a slightly hideous gunshot wound, and there was a narrow smile on the same face as his.

There is no need for the player to do anything else, because this is the only Chijiang that month with his eyes closed.

Look, isn't this the 'losing dog A' full of lies?

Earlier that month, I learned from Osamu Dazai a piece of information that was very tasteless to others: people who strayed into this world were killed by the same outsiders, and they could indeed return to their own world, but if they were killed by another self , then, is really dead.

That guy A clearly wanted to die in his heart, and before he left, he still lied to him in this kind of place, and he deserved to die and helped him take the blame.Think that month.

But his lord has a lot, and it won't be too late to argue with the defeated dog after getting back that unfinished hug.

The black-haired young man who stood up straight squatted down slowly, and stretched out his hands to hug the corpse whose expression was incompatible with other people.

If he had known earlier, he would have thrown all the blame to A, and it was right to take revenge.

The flow of time cannot be seen in this dark space, and Nayue didn't bother to count how long he had walked, and how many pieces of himself he saw, he just continued to walk towards the end of the road without stopping.

It doesn't matter where he will go, this is a road leading to hope that was piled up by Chi Jiang's death in thousands of parallel worlds that month.

They died for ideals, for freedom, and for revenge, so the player thinks that he already has all these, so he can live for himself.

"I thought you would be scared," a voice suddenly said in Nayue's ear, "These are you from another world, why are you so calm?"

"Should I be afraid?"

The voice paused for a few seconds, seeming to be seriously thinking about this question: "Well... Including you, the Chijiang here are all independent individuals in parallel worlds, but not to mention the worlds without you, just As far as I know, in all the worlds that have existed in you, those Chi Jiangs died that month."

"Aren't you afraid?"

"That's not right," Nayue pointed out calmly while walking, "I'm still alive, so why should I be afraid?"

"So you are a strange person," the voice commented, "and they like being strange. No wonder they, who still have the will of the world, like you so much."

"They don't like me, they just like the 'strangeness' in me," Nayue said, "Then what about you, why don't you like me?"

This is the crack of the world, and the one who can talk to him is naturally what he is looking for, the incomplete will of this world.

Dudaisha's incomplete will was overwhelmed by the question, he was dazed for a long time and didn't make a sound, and that month was not in a hurry, and continued to walk while helping his corpses to close their eyes.

At first, Nayue also thought that he had to fight the world or how to win the 'negotiation', but Osamu Dazai laughed at him when he found out about this idea.

If you calm down and think about it, you will know, even if it is him, how could it be possible to compare with the whole world in terms of force value, their ultimate goal is to integrate, not to die.

"I don't dislike you," said the crippled will that held back for a while, the voice was strangely aggrieved, and that month I almost thought I was insane, "but if you don't drive you away, the world will be destroyed." Destroyed, I'm still incomplete, I can't afford you."

This reason is a bit grounded.That month twitched the corners of his mouth. Before he came, he didn't expect that the incomplete will of the world would be as easy to deceive as a little fool, which unexpectedly brought him one step closer to success.

"You said you were going to be destroyed? Then you should keep me," the player who changed his strategy coaxed, "Think about it, if you say that the main world is a branch, and we are the branches above, Breaking off a branch doesn't affect the stem—"

"Our goal is to let our branch continue to exist safely, so why can't we just merge into one?"

"If you want not to be broken casually, then you should become a branch, not a branch." Those water-red eyes smiled crookedly, and there was no trace of the monstrous ambition in saying these words. "Not as a parallel world, but as that branch." How about the 'overworld'?"

Although that month gave the name of a little fool to the disabled will in his heart, but he was not really stupid, and he could hear the meaning behind these words.

The world that has lost the will of the world seems to have opened a big hole. If it weren't for the part of the little fools who are missing to block it, let alone Tokyo, the whole world will be destroyed together as He said, and the world where Yokohama is located It's just a projection, so fragile that it looks like a glass ball full of cracks, and it will shatter when it is dropped.

Their two worlds are left alone, and they may be shattered in a short time. No matter how you think about it, they will not become the so-called main world. Only 'fusion' can achieve a win-win situation.

The Tokyo world will no longer be destroyed, and the Yokohama world will get the stability it deserves. The integrated new world will also become a new branch, with countless branches extending outward.

What was given that month was simply a multiple-choice question, fusion, or both.

If the incomplete will of the world rests for a few more decades, he will probably know what to say and what not to say at this time, but now he is a little fool who is not very vigilant and acts purely on instinct.

As a matter of course, they chose the one that seemed irrefutable to both of their worlds, the optimal solution.

"I can agree not to resist anymore, but to accept your world to merge with me," the little fool said calmly, then changed his voice and said in a naive tone, "then you go to die, if you die, the process of fusion It will be more stable, you are not human anyway.”

The bottomless road disappeared, and in the blink of an eye, the surrounding environment became the rooftop of a building he was not familiar with.

This is the building of the port mafia, this little fool is pretty good at picking.He thought it was funny, as expected it was the will of the world, even if he was stupid, he was still less human than him, he said he liked him, and he said it so readily if he wanted him to die.

That month walked a few steps forward, the strong wind blew the hem of his clothes, and swept away the loose scarf.

He stood on the edge of the roof, looking down at the city below him.

The building is a building in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang, but the city is Tokyo. It is a bit nondescript, but it is quite interesting to see the night view of Tokyo from this angle.

"If you think so," he smiled with his lips raised, "don't regret it, what if I am happy to die with you?"