Brother Ruoran can’t even remember the last time he was offline.
Logically speaking, after lying there without eating or drinking for such a long time, he should have passed away long ago, but when he woke up this time, he felt that everything was okay.
In fact, more than that, I didn't feel any discomfort at all, except for my appearance.
He looked at himself in the mirror, but somehow he felt that the face in the mirror was unfamiliar, as if it was not his own, until he saw the pupils turned into familiar vertical pupils, the fangs gradually grew, and the horns on his head also popped out, and the face shape
It began to lengthen, and the facial features became more three-dimensional... then he nodded with satisfaction.
With an evil smile, he closed the mirror and looked at the home.
With a snap of your fingers, it becomes much more pleasing to the eye.
He sat down on the ancient-looking throne that looked like it was carved out of white bones, took out the mirror again, took a look at it, and summoned the little devil slave out of habit, only to realize that it was already offline.
It took him a while to adapt to the computer and offline virtual reality networks. He found a secret activity website of a demon player in his memory, opened it, and entered the user password to log in.
"It's time to die, the bloody battle is over, and I have been assigned to the devil's camp."
"Devil? You're just pretending to be a devil, or you feel comfortable being a devil."
"Then I'll trade my athlete's foot with you."
I quickly opened the curtains and saw an unusually thick fog spreading everywhere, not to mention the other side of the road, even the lights from the opposite building were like a will-o'-the-wisp that might go out.
Today is already the first day of July?
If Ran Ge pulls a pedestrian who is sleepwalking, this guy has a heartbeat and breathing, "Brother, what day is it today?"
"On the first day of July, the auspicious time has arrived, and the gate of hell is open!"
"Lies are more reliable than truth, Jie Jie Jie..."
"So we need to help push it."
After what he said, Brother Ruoran was really a little unsure. Not to mention, when he woke up this time, he felt that it was extremely quiet outside. There was no noise at all after such a long time. There was usually a lot of traffic at this time.
"The guy upstairs can turn into a devil? Why don't I have this option?"
"To be honest, I don't think there is a trend of offline becoming online."
Devil's first business signing went smoothly, beyond imagination.
"...I, I don't know", the man was about to cry.
They are all ghosts!
There is a folk legend about drowning people in artificial ponds. The little boy and the little girl were twins. One day when they were playing, they accidentally fell from a height. The old man was an exercise expert and was considered a capable person by his neighbors. He was a lot of years old.
He was still covered in tendon meat. One day, under the praise of people, he did a difficult move on the hanging ring. Unexpectedly, his hand slipped and he flew out, with his head and neck facing down...
Of course Brother Ruoran knew this was not an illusion.
"It turns out you are an old helper. I forgot what happened."
"Go out and see the outside world. You are out of touch. These are old records. I bet no one can lock you in now."
The information on the postcards can be seen, and most of them are about things like getting into higher education, medical treatment, promotion, getting rich, beautiful women and so on.
Who would stay outside in such weather?
"It's easy to talk, easy to talk... Then that's it, bye?"
"It's very simple, we do this, this..."
"Interesting, hehe, interesting"
"What consciousness? It's the end of the world?"
Brother Ruoran understood immediately and said with a smile: "I can help you."
Brother Ruoran was not surprised at all and started typing on the keyboard: "Yours?"
"Brother, you need to practice your acting skills. I can help you. How about making a deal?"
"You really want to know? That's another piece of business."
Waste is waste, it is everywhere. Offline, you only want to be hugged and benefited. There is no such thing as a free lunch in the world.
"No. 12...how have you considered what I told you last time?"
"Not every Demon player pays so much attention to details. Details, details, details determine success or failure."
When we came outside the building, there were only twos and threes of people wandering in the community. A girl in a white dress sitting in front of an artificial pond was washing her long, straight black hair, humming while washing it. Two people, four or five years old,
A little boy wearing a cheongsam and a mandarin jacket,
The little girl is holding a lantern and jumping up and down in the garden. The old man who is exercising on the rings is doing difficult moves that can only be done by gymnasts. The young couple clinging to each other on the swing are nibbling on each other's faces.
, I gnawed until my mouth and face were filled with blood and I didn’t care...
Brother Ruoran looked at the postal information on the packages. Every normal one was either sent to the underworld, or to the paradise of heaven, and some were sent to ten years later. Of course, there were many paper dummies, ingots, and cars.
There are also many CDs, postcards, etc.
The outside of the community is much the same.
"Yeah, the Americans are at the forefront and proven to be effective. Don't you want to become the master of the offline world? Think about it, how many pure lambs are in urgent need of our rescue, and how many blank and empty souls are in urgent need of our filling.
Our business will be very busy. Unlike online, there are so many rules, and it is very difficult to even develop a business in the main material world."
"It's been three or four days."
"No, no matter how much we discuss or bargain, we don't even know how to deal with it. It's true."
"The truth is... affected by a sudden solar flare, strong solar wind blows across the entire solar system..."
"You are so smart."
"What happened? What happened? The address is completely wrong. People are so careless nowadays." The courier boy muttered to himself in annoyance.
"It's easy to say, easy to say. Please use the ID M and ask for your real name. Don't be anonymous."
"You also turned to the devil?"
"I haven't thought about it yet," Ruoran said with a smile.
"I can't pay."
"Please give me thighs"
"886!"
"Don't make trouble, I'm busy." The courier boy turned around and ignored him.
"Please take good care of me and get lots of benefits"
"All demon players gather together?"
Sensing someone coming, the old lady stopped humming an ancient tune and raised her head. Her pale face and a pair of red ghost eyes were the classic look in TV movies.
"But I have to sign a contract."
"I'll consider it"
"It's just that the middle devils from our city get together in private to talk things over."
He closed the computer and unplugged the power cord. Brother Ruoran was still worried, so he threw the computer into the toilet and pressed the pump button. The computer was crushed into parts in the vortex of high-speed rotating water, and then was pumped away.
"I guess this addiction must be Canaan."
"What is your rank?"
"I didn't want to come back, for fear of scaring them, but I couldn't help it. I missed home so much that I came back somehow."
"Jie Jie Jie... I like lies, what do you think?"
It may still be in the system task stage, and nothing will be done after leaving the system nanny.
"Then sign it."
Brother Ruoran snapped his fingers, and the contract that was launched offline for the first time was modified.
"Have you found out the reason?"
"How is your health?" Brother Ruoran asked loudly.
"Brother Ruoran?"
"Shit, the higher ups don't allow people to gather. If you catch them, they'll lock you up. There's a magnetic sensor on my door. There are countless cameras in my house. What are you telling me?"
Brother Ruoran grinned, "Okay."
Seeing the old man return home contentedly, Brother Ruoran said cheerfully: "Family love!", then grinned and kicked the extinguished brazier down the stairs like a prank, listening to the clanging sound extending downwards,
It seems that the stairs are bottomless, as if they are connected to a dark purgatory.
Burning money is a kind of sustenance and a kind of mourning for the deceased relatives, but now it has become a mysterious ritual, summoning the old man's soul to come back here.
So the second devil's contract was obtained, and all the packages of the courier boy were put into the express cabinet. He himself also contracted the extremely itchy athlete's foot.
The express cabinets in the foyer on the first floor were all open. A courier boy was sitting in front of a pile of packages sorting them out. Brother Ruoran walked over and asked, "Hey, do you have my express delivery?"
"Haha, it's easy to talk about. I used to be from East City, a mixed demon, and I had a native high-level demon boss. The boss took better care of me."
"What the hell? There is no hint, why didn't I find it?"
"What about No. 12 or No. 15? Don't make excuses in front of me. If you have something to say, get out of here."
"Listen to the truth first"
"Yeah yeah"
Upon hearing this, the man shook his head wildly and began to struggle.
After reading this post, Brother Ruoran sneered. It was a typical fishing post, so superficial that it made people laugh, but there was a guy in it who mentioned himself, maybe he was some trash under his control.
"Same, same, Jie Jie Jie..."
When you are really in this fog, you can see a lot of things clearly.
"Brother Ruoran? This name... sounds unprofessional and not immersive enough."
"If the middle-ranking 3rd-level boss can't recruit people, he might as well go to purgatory. Bring your own dog food and join him."
"Hey, that's about it."
When I opened the door, someone was singing outside, and the stairwell naturally had a sound mixing effect. I quietly walked over to take a look, and suddenly I saw an old lady burning a brazier.
The courier boy turned around, his eyes unfocused, and asked sleepwalking: "Abyss or purgatory?"
"You are, who are you, why, why did it become like this, police, police?"
The elevator lights flashed, and suddenly, he dropped from the 11th floor to the 1st floor, which was faster than free fall. The speed and inertia of the moment made him a little unsteady. The elevator door opened with a clang, and the thick fog poured in outside.
Come in.
"You're so happy that I'm a little at a loss...deal!"
"No, no, don't..."
"How can you help me? If you lie to me, I will scare you every day."
"In exchange of equal value, you can use one of your possessions in exchange, anything will do."
"Really?", the courier boy turned his head blankly.
"Hurry up, you might forget it again."
Thick fog was billowing outside, but there was no discussion about this abnormal climate on the Internet. When he turned on the TV, there was still singing and dancing, as if the thick fog was his own hallucination.
He looked at the thick fog outside and thought.
"Haha, easy to say, easy to say haha"
He was pulled back by Brother Ruoran and frightened by Brother Ruoran's devilish appearance. He trembled for a while and said, "No, I don't know."
"Oh, it's better to go with the original demons. I and a first-level demon named Brother Ruoran are really cheating. They left us and ran away today. Unfortunately, we almost couldn't be resurrected. I'll see this girl next time.
Yes, scolding him won’t kill him.”
"Then tell me and listen"
"No, no, the old man must have the spirit of contract."
"Bah, you want to trick me into throwing yourself into a trap. How many years have you been practicing?"
"I helped you get home, what will you repay me with?"
The young couple didn't know, maybe they were guest stars from outside.
"How could I lie to you? We can sign an agreement with all the conditions clearly stated in the exchange. We will guarantee that you will not suffer any loss."
Keeping this curiosity alive, he walked into the elevator.
"Yeah, I'm not crazy. What about you, are you crazy?"
This person may still be awake, but he is just pretending to be dumbfounded to look like the people around him.
"Not even the soul."
"Do you want to go home? Can't you find the way home?"
"Haha, I'm Xiao Wu. I contacted you last time I was offline. You forgot."
In the past few days, he has not been planning to go online. When he goes online, he has to hide like a mouse. Staying online may be more dangerous.
When the old man's son and daughter-in-law opened the door and welcomed back the old lady who was "walking around at night" complaining, the old lady suddenly regretted it, turned her head 180 degrees, and said: "10 days
It’s too short, can one month be okay?”
Just wait to regret it.
"How about I help you?"
“Median 3rd grade”
Brother Ruoran took a deep breath of the thick fog, as if he had tasted a lot of things, and returned to the computer, "How long has this weather lasted?"
Some of the people playing devil's game are good people. We haven't figured this out yet, which shows how much of a waste they are.
"The lie is that God has begun to judge mankind for its original sin. The great devil who destroyed the world has descended from the sky with a mission. The thick fog that seals everything will last until the extinction of human civilization. There will be no Noah's Ark this time. People must save themselves. First, they must quit.
Mentally addicted..."
"That means you don't meet the conditions. Anyway, I have it."
The computer screen suddenly went black, and a line of words appeared at the blinking cursor.
In this kind of weather, there is naturally no one outside. There are only small, elegant and blurry light spots in the dense fog. Not even the street lights can be seen, let alone people.
"Holy shit, I worship the big boss who is just one step above me. The big boss is hanging around there, and the little brother wants to join me."
"What's the condition? Just agree to it. Is it my soul? Just take it, devil."
"No money."
"The system prompts whether to follow the original high-level demon. If you follow, you will go to purgatory."
…
There was hope in the man's eyes and he nodded hesitantly.
"I'm still a little short of it, Jie Jie Jie..."
"Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"
Guys who are still hanging out at this time are not very curious and have a strong ability to withstand stress. Brother Ruoran realizes that it is not easy to fool him.
"Lie, what is the lie?"
“It must be certain, it’s too anonymous to be sincere.”
It’s also good offline.
These are not people.
"No, don't, just take me home. Just go home."
"Well, how about I take you home and give you something?"
"What, what?"
"Something that tickles you," Brother Ruoran snapped his fingers.
