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And the twilight came again, and We were unaware.

For many years, I’ve been living in the dark.

I grabbed a painkiller in my mouth, chewed it slowly, and I got a little bit more emotional and focused on the screen.

On the screen, the PVZ survival mode is at the end of the marathon.

It’s a classic strategy game challenge on a live platform, with a 48-hour time limit, and a non-stop screen, with a minimum of 1,000 hours to get through, you can win a kilo of golden sunflower cup.

Now, 10 hours to the end of the game, I have repelled the 999th wave of zombies, leading the other players five hours.

We’re almost there.

I looked at the formations on the scene and the zombies on the waiting ground, changing all the plants in the cartons into ash and loss, and starting the last battle.

At that point, a moment of ice-cooling rubber skin came close, followed by my headphones, a big hand on my head on the computer table, a cold touch of rubber gloves, and a condensed pellets.

I have lived alone for a long time, and I rarely go out, and I never go out with anyone.

The person behind him was able to enter silently, apparently with my home password.

It must be him.

I was instinctively struggling.

He presses my head harder, puts his knee on the back of the computer chair, squeezes my body between the chair and the computer table, and I can’t move.

Stop! Pause! I’ve got all the games in my head. I’m sorry.

It seemed to be pissing off the man behind him, who took the crutches at the table and hit my temple with his hands.

I screamed, and it was dark.

Bang, bang, bang!

A blunt instrument, a heavy blow, a continuous blow!

Blood splattered on the screen — the Zombies have stepped in the back.

Dolphin Knight Zombies jumped into the pool screaming, the kings called out their little brothers, the giants pulled out his little brother and threw it into the lawn, and the doll-box zombies blew up in a magic box, and I worked so hard to run the 999 Bureau’s defensive front and collapsed.

Just like my life.

My name is Mu Soon, 26, a dead house.

On the Internet, I’m a small, famous game host, with technology and fun.

In the game, I’m a strategist who kills the Quadratic.

But in the real world, I’m a deep-seated social menace, and once the opposite is a real human being, I can’t even say a full sentence.

I’m a erm I only have one leg.

When I was 16 years old, I had my right leg broken and my thigh amputated to save the girl I liked.

Last month, the girl sent word that she was getting married.

The groom isn’t me.

She wants my blessing.

Yeah. I’m so angry I have to be blessed!

So I prepared two big gifts for her wedding, one of which was the Golden Sunflower Cup for the PVZ survival model.

She’s also the golden sunflower of my life.

He’s still hitting me on the head, and I don’t know how many times.

Suddenly he cast down his crutches and wept, and recited a word in his mouth as if it were a recitation.

In his mind, he had a hiccup, two or three steps into the bathroom and the sound of vomiting and toilet flushing.

He threw up and started brushing the toilet and spitting.

Give me a break, brother!

I was unable to lie down on the computer table, I was unconscious, I felt pain all over my body, and even the right leg, which did not exist, set fire to the fire, so as to crush my nerves.

In the end, it’s my fault I’m not rich enough to put all the bitcoin on the table, and enough to hire only one last-rate killer.

Yes, this man, the killer I hired from the net.

This is my second wedding gift to her — a man who can kneel and worship.

Ten years ago in the summer, I was still a scoundrel and a scoundrel who wanted to save the world.

I don’t write no lines, lie, don’t crack, interrupt in class, play dumb and funny, say some cold jokes about shit and shit and think I’m funny.

So, the teacher picked a nice girl to be at my table and told her to take care of me.

Her name is Gona, she’s good-looking, she’s beautiful, she’s dressed in plain clothes and she’s waiting for someone to take her things.

I particularly like the way she speaks, both modest and kind, with a very pure sincerity.

“Moo,” she used to call me, “A different joke, that’s a little weird. I’m sorry.

“Moo, help me with this. I’m sorry.

“Moo, smart people should be better at working. I’m sorry.

“Moo, I heard you played a great game. How do I get to 100 without an end? I’m sorry.

So I downloaded the botanical Zombies overnight, spent a weekend at the Adventure Pass, unlocked the whole life pattern, studied the various strategies and formations, drew drawings of the various stages of the formation, arrived at school on Monday, and filmed her desk in black and in the eye.

She smiled like sunflower in a game, as if the sun shined.

Anyway, with her, I have a feeling I can’t tell from inside to from outside.

I will hear whatever she says, and I will be commanded.

Because of Tona, my messy life suddenly became orderly and the future became clear.

Before, my ideal was to be a man of ability, a man of glory.

When I met Tsunna, I became a specific target, and I wanted to take a medical exam, down to the front.

“Save the world” is too ambitious for Na, so I’ll start with saving someone.

But all the good things went down that afternoon.

That weekend, I and Tsana met downstairs and went to an Internet cafe to study the game plan.

Who knows, I just walked into the neighborhood and I saw a fire at the bungalow downstairs.

The fire reached the flour storage room, triggering a dust explosion.

I went to the door of the post office next door, opened the embolden, caught the water gun and the water belt, threw the water gun at the stairwell where the fire started, then returned quickly to open the embolden valve, held up the water gun and pressed a wave of fire, and went up the stairs, desperately, and rescued her unconscious.

When we withdrew to the second floor, the stairs broke as a result of the explosion which caused the collapse.

The moment I fell, I would have protected Na under my instincts, but I had broken a leg.

From now on, this “saving for life” is like a sharp double-edged sword in our midst.

The bungalow is a family shop where the owner of the shop is buried in flames without compensation.

Tona’s house was burned to waste, but he borrowed money from his mother and took the initiative to cover all my medical and rehabilitation costs.

The first two years after the incident, the two families had a history of peace.

Over time, however, there has been a gradual return to home life and a growing expectation that Na will enter university.

And I’ll never be a loser, a man who doesn’t deserve Tona.

Mom and Dad cry at me every day.

Before, they used to call me “the first son” short, and every family dinner made fun of the family who couldn’t bring it.

And they used to say, “Let me have the ability and the glory of my fathers so that when they were old they could enjoy their children and their grandchildren.”

As a result, a fire was destroyed.

My studies have been delayed and my dream of becoming a field doctor has been dashed, even if it is an ordinary job, and it is more difficult to get married and have children.

Look at me getting quieter, and Mom and Dad getting more unbalanced.

They complained that I was a hero and ruined my life, while the little girl who was saved could still be in the open sky.

We’ll figure it out.

If you want to get stuck, you have to drag yourself in.

They want to feed their families and their whole lives.

As a result, they asked the Na family to eat at the hotel and said it was a dinner and a marriage.

While I was in the bathroom, my mother opened the door and offered to marry the two families.

When I came back from the bathroom, I saw the narrow glass in the middle of the door, shaking my head at Dad: “Nana just went to medical school and went to school for seven or eight years. Don’t delay her. I’m sorry.

“No delay, no delay. It’s always been like this. “Mom laughs and pulls her hand, “and we can get engaged, we can get married at the age of one, and we can continue our studies when we get married. I’m sorry.

“It’s not appropriate. Nana’s young. She’s just beginning her life.

“Let Nana choose.” My mother held her hand hard, “Nana, get married to her.” I’m sorry.

“Hmm! I like Moo. @Ambassah: #Jan25 #Jan25

My mom was smiling.

He was so anxious, he slapped his daughter in the face, he yelled, “You son of a bitch! I’m sorry.

He swollen up half her face, turned her head and saw me outside the door through the glass.

I had to push the door with my scalp.

Always humbled to Dad, with an undisguised anger, staring at my empty pants.

I was wearing a new pair of jeans that day, and my legs were tied to my knees. But at dinner, there was a drop of oil.

Look at that orange stain from Dad’s eyes.

I held my pants tight and covered the oil spot, as if it were more intolerable than broken legs.

“I disagree! “I bow my head, I can’t look at anyone’s face, but I’m like, “I don’t like Gona, she made me a loser! I will never see her again until I die. I’m sorry.

“You shut up! My mom says, “You don’t think about yourself, but think about me and your dad. She’ll have to look after you for the rest of her life. I’m sorry.

“Your son loves to be a hero himself. What about Guanana? “I should have protested to the headmaster at the beginning to make sure that the bad kids and the good girls were co-located.” He’s the one who’s got our girl! I’m sorry.

My mother shouted, “If it hadn’t been for our friend, your daughter would have burned! I’m sorry.

Even if he doesn’t, the fireman can save him. You can’t just break your leg! I’m sorry.

In the end, the two families had their faces smashed.

One scolded each other for being ungrateful.

One scolds each other for greed.

My parents were totally disappointed in me from that day on.

It was then that I realized that in a patriarchal family, a useful son was the son.

Two years later, they gave birth to a new son, bought a new house and left me alone in an old old house, almost without a question.

And I haven’t been in touch with her.

She was not seen, she was not informed, she was not answered, and she was turned away.

On the Internet, however, I look like a peep-and-seeing monster at every social account of her, at everyone she looks at, at everyone she looks at, at every word she says, and leave every photograph she shares, and the clouds share her life.

She graduated.

She’s an intern.

She participated in a pro bono emergency response team.

The more bright she was, the more afraid I was to face her.

In my heart, she is sunflower, and I am a one-legged zombie.

No matter how much zombies yearn for sunlight, they can’t get near sunflowers.

Once close, she could not be eaten at her control until she was wiped clean.

The killer finally cleaned the toilet.

I can’t see him, but I can only hear the footsteps a little heavy.

He took a little break and was probably thirsty. He tried to get water in the kitchen, but somehow there was a bit of dry vomit in the kitchen.

Next, the smell of the oily cleaning agent in the snotty kitchen floated.

The killer started cleaning the kitchen.

He’s too unprofessional. I’m not dead. He’s busy cleaning up the scene?

At that point, the screen on the table was bright, and the music of Zen Garden was ringing, and that was my special bell for Na.

After I repeatedly refused, she hasn’t called me for years.

Why at this time?

I was whispering, rubbing my hands on the desktop, moving slowly, touching the screen a little bit, slid a little, and the phone went through.

“Don’t move, don’t move, don’t move, don’t move.”

“…”

“Do you mind if I do?” The voice of Na finally became clearer. I’m sorry.

Probably heard a cell phone ring, and the killer suddenly walked back, hung up the phone, kicked me to the ground and punched me in the face, until I was lying under a computer table, lying on a messy line and standing still.

No, there’s something wrong with this killer.

In choosing a killer, if you need abuse services like this, it’s like adding to the killer’s workload and it’s gonna cost you more money…

It’s true that the world is the worst, unprofessional and professional…

The killer breathed and tried to pull me out of the table, but when the beatings were just random, my jaw was stuck between the wire and the main power line, full of blood and blood, and immersed in old lines.

He dragged, felt resistance, bent over and looked, and squeaked from the bottom of his throat and kicked me.

I can’t move forward with my head on top.

A current pours in.

Between the lightning and the stone, my scrawny life flashed through my mind.

When I was born, my mom and dad were proud, my grandma was crying and kissing my ass, and my dad squealed to Big Uncle, who never had a son, and he always said I had the talent to do it without trying.

I was dazzled until I met Tona and the heavens and earth became clear.

I don’t know.

And now, Nana, who hasn’t been in touch for years, is asking me for help!

What’s wrong with her?

My eyes are getting clearer.

I saw the killer wearing red raincoats, rubber gloves, masks and masks covering his entire face.

He pulled me out of the table, he breathed, he snuffed my nose, and he squeezed a few words out of his mask: “At last he died.” I’m sorry.

Yeah, finally.

I saw myself lying in a bloody berth with a nose, an eye, a mouth, and a shame.

Yes?

Why am I looking at my body in my third perspective?

What’s wrong with your soul?

Am I a ghost now?

I look down and I just see myself standing on the lawn with a red box in my hand.

I’m wearing white clothes that are broken, and my sleeves are sewn like belts, which at first glance look like decorations, but which are more of an ancient mental institution.

Suddenly, I was driven by an irresistible force, with words in my mouth up and towards the end of the lawn!

What? I, I have legs! I can walk!

It’s the electronic music in the box. It’s the mind-blowing song! Weasel got scared.

I, crossing into the botanical war zombie game, became a doll-box zombie!

I looked up, and I saw Dave swinging the pan in his hands, and I jumped, “No, no, no! I’m sorry.

Turns out, outside the player’s perspective, he’s been standing on the roof and watching the battle.

I was just about to say hello to him, but I couldn’t control the scream.

Shit!

I might blow up!

Bang!

They say that if you don’t let go of your heart, your soul will be attached to something you loved before you were born, such as toys, paintings, clothes, accessories…

And I spent most of my life in a game, probably because it took me a set of binary codes to die and become a doll-box zombie.

The doll box zombies are the best in the zombie camp, the real lunatic.

They’re shaking the box in their hands. Weasel scared off’s monotonic music. When the music stopped, they blew up everything, including themselves.

They don’t care about brains. They just want to blow the world clean.

Fortunately, after each explosion, the system is updated again.

Once again I woke up with a box on the side of the lawn.

The zombies were whispering, waiting for the players to start the game, knowing that the “players” had become one of them and could no longer click on the buttons and let them enter the backyard.

The end of the lawn is my virtual house.

As a player, I’ve never seen my “home” really look.

So I lifted my toes and I looked forward to it — the game had already played out the failure interface, but the fight was not over where the player could not see it.

Crazy Dave, the NPC, with his face on his face, staring at a pair of eyes, was screaming, carrying a machine gun, a pea-shooter, and slamming the zombies on the door.

“What if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, if, I’m sorry.

I’ve studied Dave’s language before, copied it word by word, then went to the store to pretend to talk to him, and I didn’t think it would be useful at this time.

“Uncle Dai!” I yelled.

Dave looked out of the house in a doubt, and the wine shuddered and his nose shivered, with tears in his eyes: “Aw! I’m sorry.

“Oh, it’s me, Moose!”

So when we play games, we have to be nice to the NPC, we have to talk to them, we’ve got them to eat, we’ve got them to finish their work, and one day they’ll suddenly have their own sense of independence, and at a critical time they’ll stand up to you.

“Nana is in danger. I have to save her! Come on, I realize there’s a voice in my head in countdown, 15, 14, 13…

This is when the doll-box zombie program is set to create a random explosion time, 23 seconds or so, and 4 or 5 seconds.

“It’s better than Bob Rarity. Dave warned me that if I left my game, the data could be damaged and other programs could be hanged.

It’s okay. I’ve already died before.

“Get me out of here, Uncle Tai! I’m sorry.

Dave looked at me and looked so lonely.

In his coarse threads, he revealed a warm blood and tenderness.

I remember losing a very important person in his role-setting.

“Absolute comparison! “He beat me hard on my shoulder, and suggested that I go with him to the basement, and open a secret door with a pan.

In a moment, the mountains are shaking, and everything that is before us is beginning to twist sharply.

Numerous electronic cards are coming out of the door, and every one is showing strange images.

The white fingers slowly dig up the slimy fluorescent Slim…

The hot, hot female sniper is on the roof…

– The saturated matchmaker has been busy playing the bridge…

It’s an ad for the other game!

I bought a non-advertising version of the game, so normally I can’t see it.

However, in the free version, advertisements were inserted at almost every level.

Dave sabotaged the advertising process and went through the advertising entrance to other games.

I saw a horror detective game, where I shared a screenshot of it with Na in a circle of friends, and maybe there was a way to reach her.

Goodbye, Uncle Tai!

“Whoaoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!”

I turned around, I looked outside through a computer camera.

The red raincoat killer is comfying my body with plastic cloth and stuffing it in a huge suitcase. He took a little time and began to do his best to clean up.

At that time, my house’s security door opened silently.

A thin, dry figure, flashing into the room.

The man was wearing blue-coloured protective clothing that was unique to the cleaning and disinfection of property personnel, which was wrapped in secret from head to toe, but which was not too visible on the road (not blinking like a red raincoat, he was a really stupid killer).

He had a dagger in his hand.

Suddenly, I realized this little guy was the killer I hired!

And which one is the red raincoat?

“Hey, let’s go! I yelled out, I don’t even know if I’d let the little guy go or the red raincoat go.

I’m dead. It doesn’t matter who killed me. I’m just begging you to stop.

Ugh! Bang!

With an explosion, a powerful air current pushed me to an unknown entrance.

Tunnel!

I fell into a bush, and I couldn’t shake the box in my hand, 19 seconds before the explosion.

I’m panicking, not far away, and there’s a luxurious villa in the woods, and there’s light on the lawn, and there seems to be some big party going on.

The middle of the lawn is a heart-shaped swimming pool, with a giant Marseek statue on its side, and a group of gorgeous people in their clothes are piously worshipping.

The man with the head is taller, dressed, and the cufflinks are carefully designed.

“Please show us more players and bless the God of Flow. * He’s got ten hands and prays. *

“Please bless the God of Traffic!” “The people are whispering.

Suddenly, the alarm sounded:

Warning, zombie invasion. I’m sorry.

Warning, explosive risk. I’m sorry.

A group of security guards came round and looked at the box in my hand and said, “Put the box down! Miss Player spends a lot of money on a fireless pool party card. Don’t screw it up! I’m sorry.

“Why would there be zombies at the party?

“The game is going to be yellow. I’m sorry.

“Bug? “The man who is the head of the army came forward, and he was fierce and devious, but he drew his lips well and with great desire, and looked at him as a bad man.

I want to explain.

But a mouth can’t stop screaming.

Blow it up.

I fell into invincible darkness.

Go, go, go! It’s as if he’s been brushed from the edge of the lawn! I’m sorry.

When I regained consciousness again, I heard people screaming around.

I’m going to walk into the lawn with my instinctively shaking the box in my hand, stomping on my exclusive BGM, with six unacknowledged words.

The music box in my hand is sucked away!

Is there a magnetic mushroom around here?

I looked at it and found a large magnet not far away.

Magnet, suck my doll box.

Boo! It’s not that simple, it’s just a game. It’s just a game.

A few security guards pushed me on the lawn, long sleeves and belts on my clothes, and they could tie me up.

“It’s a rough wind. It’s not BJ style. “Don’t burn down, scratch my thin hair, squeeze my gray face, “It’s a doll-box zombie. I’m sorry.

“You do?

“Of course! I’m a detective. I’m good at strategy games, and I’m one of my hidden designs. I’m sorry.

“Do you also awaken your sense of autonomy? I’m sorry.

“Yeah, probably because he’s too attached to players. * He smiles, laughs at himself, and his eyes shines in tears. *

“What game is this? Do you recognize a player named Yoonna? I struggled so hard I couldn’t get rid of the straps on my clothes. “She’s in danger, I have to save her!” I’m sorry.

“We never search for real players. “Don’t shake your head, sit on the vine chair, pick up a glass of wine from the waiter, shake it, and say, “If I remember correctly, there’s no playline for you, right? Save the player or something, even less likely. I’d advise you not to do anything superfluous. OOC is a dangerous thing in the game world. I’m sorry.

“I’m not a NPC awakening, I’m a player. There’s no OOC problem. I’m sorry.

“Oh? “Don’t get your eyebrows up and he’s interested in me again. “So the player of the Three Dollars World can come to the Second World in the form of a soul? I’m sorry.

I nod my head.

“So if you kill my lady player, she can come to play with me?” I’m sorry.

“Huh! “The logic seems okay, but it’s too…

“It’s a coincidence that we’re going to have to cross the border… I’m sorry.

He drank red wine at a time and held my chin in his arms: “How are you by chance?” Say! Or else I will break down your few teeth one by one, tie your tongue to a knot, and hang you in a water cell, and you will die. I’m sorry.

You’re a villain!

I was sweating cold, squinting my doll box.

The explosion was the only way I left the game.

Don’t look at me and get up and take the box from the magnet. Then tell me how! I’m sorry.

“I don’t know! I’m sorry.

“Good. “Don’t put your hands on the doll box and throw it in the pool.” As for your Tona, it’s up to you to die or live! I’m sorry.

And don’t burn up with a dark, ferocious face and say something mean… which game team has designed such a terrible role!

“Here comes Miss Player! The security forces came in a panic.

“How’s the party going? “I’m a little bit nervous, and I’m a little red in my ears.

“All set! I’m sorry.

At this point, a road man with no face at all ran up and shouted, “Come on, guys! Tonight’s highlight is the water tango and the underwater kiss! This is the last chance to stay out of flames before we close the door! Come on, let’s get Miss Player! I’m sorry.

It was only then that I was moved to the player’s view that I did not burn a piece of me in the bushes, sorted my shirt, siphoned my breath and eased the tension.

I looked out through the screen.

The player lady wears a semi-transparent fish-tails dress that is the same as the role of the game hostess, and the dress is a pure black swimsuit.

Her eyes were red, as if she had just cried, but as soon as she saw it, she turned to make-up.

In her heart, I’m sure she’s treated as a real person.

One can really see her, hear her lover.

“You look beautiful tonight. “I’m not going to be able to get started on the script.

“Honey, you’re handsome too! I just don’t know how long we’re gonna be together and I heard we’re gonna shut down. I want to be with you forever. I’m sorry.

“…”do not burn deep in the eyes of the player in front of the screen.

“The day I first met you was the worst day of my life. I was harassed by the patient, I was yelled at by the nurse, I drank spoiled milk for lunch, I had a diarrhea, and that day, it was my boyfriend’s day… I really broke down, and I started to cry, and suddenly I got into your song, and I felt that there was a strong light in the dark and I started to fight again. And then I downloaded the game, and I went to the front to meet you. I thought you would never leave my lover… at least you wouldn’t get cancer or die. But…

The player lady looked down and tears fell on the screen.

Flaming fingers were shaking gently and leaning forward, as if they wanted to touch the tears.

But in the end, he kept his head down and said, “Are you ready?” This water tango, we’ve been practicing for a long time. It’s gonna be amazing. I’m sorry.

I moved my body quietly, trying to roll into the pool and salvage my box.

The player lady watched the bushes behind the fire, and her eyes were bright: “Honey, have you prepared a surprise? I’m sorry.

“No, it’s not. It’s an unsolved case. Wait for me. Just a minute or two. I’m sorry.

“Mmm-hmm! “The player lady is a nice place.

The fire went down to the bushes, and the sound was down, and he said, “The box will come back to you. Be honest and don’t hurt me.” I’m sorry.

“Give me my box first! I’m sorry.

“Miss Player is here. Impossible! I’m sorry.

“Honey, who are you talking to? “What’s the hidden story?” I’m sorry.

“Okay, okay. “Don’t turn around and look at Miss Player, and the sound immediately becomes so soft.

“Huh? Miss Player covered her mouth and looked up at the screen, “You’re really talking to me! You didn’t read the lines! If I’m sick, don’t treat me! You’re really talking to him! I’m sorry.

“Don’t be nervous, trust yourself, trust me.” I’m sorry.

“Honey, don’t read the lines, please! I’m sorry.

“Do you really want to stay with me forever?” It doesn’t matter if you’re stuck in a bunch of sleeping data? I’m sorry.

“It’s okay, I will! As long as I’m with you, I’ll die! I’m sorry.

“Death, too? “Don’t look back and look at me again.

I’m afraid he’s going to say something terrible, and I’m going to use all my energy to jump into the pool.

According to the game, doll-box zombies are not allowed into the water.

It’s probably what triggered the error, and I disappeared before I found the doll.

When it was refreshed again, I finally grabbed my lovely box with a nervous smile on my face and slowly headed towards the lady player in front of the screen.

“There are zombies! Miss Player screams, “Whoa! What a story! I’m sorry.

“Don’t be afraid. @Ambassah: #Jan25 #egypt

Being a villain in the game, loving her, getting her is his mission.

Love is his destiny.

“You’re talking to me again! “The player lady is so excited.

“Hey! This zombie looks familiar. What’s this fantasy connection! Nana! Nana! Look! “This connection is out!”

Nana?

Miss Player, Nana?

I remember!

I saw a photo of them in a friend’s circle. She’s the best friend I’ve ever had.

“Save Nana!” I shouted.

Miss Player didn’t hear me.

Soon, I found out that I could talk to other players in the game, but I couldn’t pass on words that were not programmed outside the screen.

No matter how loud I scream, Miss Player hears, I can only play the “Brains Brains” line that the doll-box zombies have fixed.

“Honey, this is a wonderful surprise! I’m sorry.

“This is the final feast. @Ambassah: #Jan25 #Jan25

“No, no, don’t leave me. If you weren’t there, I might never have had the courage to love someone again…” And the player lady got low, “If only I could go to the game with you. I’m sorry.

Put your hands on the screen, turn around and look at me, whispering, “Go to the Marseek statue, it’s not a game, I made Bug.” I’m sorry.

“Don’t tempt Miss Player to do something stupid!” I warned him.

Turning around without groaning, turning away with a deep face, softly saying to the screen, “I know you, my…player, home, sister.” I’m sorry.

He seems to be trying to search for the right words in the vocabulary and form a new sentence: “You are very brave.” Maybe we can never really touch each other, but the part of you that’s braver because we love me will be with you forever. I’m sorry.

It is in my heart that the idea of burning is in harmony with me.

And I will be branded forever in Nana’s heart, and the part of her life that has changed because of me will be my substitute for her life.

Ugh! Bang!

The doll box exploded under the Marseille statue.

I was pushed out of the game, and the various programs on the player’s phone were constantly flashing, and the data on every game was clearly floating right now.

I picked a game associated with Lin Xiao Bo, and I stuck it in one head.

Lin Xiaobo, Nana’s fiancé.

I fell in a bush, crouched with a dragon, staring at me in the eyes of oranges, and staring at me in cold, cold and cold.

All around them, they’re deafening.

“Let’s pretend to control the dragons! I’m sorry.

I stood up and found myself with five words on my head, “Nana’s Potchi,” and at the end of the line of view was a shining big crystal.

Shit!

The doll-box zombie data is damaged. I’m mixed up with other players’ data!

Anyway, finish the game and leave the game.

I’m holding the doll, moving fast to crystal.

“Don’t push the tower, brother. You can’t push it! Then drag them!”

“Damn it! Don’t push the tower!

“I’m going! He’s not going to push the tower! He’s going to push the crystal! I’m sorry.

What are you doing?

“Pogo! Is Pogo here?”

“What’s going on here? My phone’s stuck. I’m not moving! Other people’s voices appear in my ears like the voice of a movie, only the sound of “Pogo” coming from outside the screen.

Looks like I’ve been through Lin Xiaobo’s phone.

“Pogo, can’t you hear me? Are you eating? I’m sorry.

“Pogo, what’s your new skin? I’m sorry.

Boco turned off his cell phone screen and it’s still stuck here.

Ugh! Bang!

I blew up in the middle of the road, refreshed and continued to run towards the crystal.

“Pogo? Pogo? Shouldn’t you change your phone? His teammates seem to be real friends and understand each other. I’m sorry.

“I’m telling you Po, the cripple must still be interested in your wife! If I were you, I’d hit him in the face with gold and cut him! I’m sorry.

I’ve been killed without him.

I’m holding on to the box and I’m laughing around the crystal.

The luminous luminous luminousness that came to me fell upon me, and it was just light, without any harm.

“Pogo, what are you doing?”

“Nana, save Nana! She’s in danger! * I’m screaming outside the screen, “Brains…Brains…”

It doesn’t work. My words are stopped again.

Ugh! Bang!

I blew it up again, and the crystals were blown up in no time, and there was a constant cry in the game, “My God.”

I was thrown out of a game and ran into a green chat software.

Lin Xiaobo reset his phone and called Na.

The second, third, fourth … …the thirty-eighth has not been reached.

He’s a little angry, he’s poking up the screen and opening up some short video software for time.

“Look! This woman, Mei, received an expensive gift, but the one who gave it was her first love 10 years ago…”

He whispered and crossed down.

“Look! The man’s name is Big, the woman’s name is Tsui-hwa, and they just had a fight because she wouldn’t take her first love.”

“Damn it! Big data! “Lin Xiaobo slipped several videos.

“Look! This man is handsome. He just got dumped by his fiancée.”

Lin Xiaobo threw his cell phone to the ground in a bad way.

Before he lost control of his cell phone, I rushed to open the chat record, and there was only one person in the top chat, Tona.

Their last conversation was the night before yesterday.

Lin Xiaobo: “Do I not know what’s inside men? I’m sorry.

“Don’t think of everyone so badly. I’m sorry.

Lin Xiao Bo: Are you saying I’m in bad shape? I’m sorry.

“Don’t change the concept.” I’m sorry.

Lin Xiaobo: Okay, I don’t steal concepts. You’re going to hack him, block him, and never contact him again! I’m sorry.

Tona: I’m sorry, I can’t. He saved my life, and he can blacken me and shield me, but I can’t do this to him. I’m sorry.

Lin Xiaobo: “So, in your heart, the love of kindness is more important than the love of love I suddenly felt that there was love between us? I’m sorry.

To Na: I remember you saying that I was the right person to marry, that we needed each other. You said, “That’s enough, right?”

“But I’m talking about love now.” I always felt that there was no love in your eyes. I’m sorry.

“I’m sorry, I thought I didn’t know you wanted love and I’m sorry, let’s break up.” I’m sorry.

Through the camera, I saw Lin Xiaobo in a rage.

He held his fist and hit it hard on the wall until he spilled blood and took a picture of his wounded fist with his cell phone and sent a tweet to Na.

To Na didn’t return.

He was even more angry, grabbed a cup of cake on the tea table, smashed into the floor, then fell on his knees and took a bloody picture and sent it to Tona.

Tona still hasn’t returned.

I’m a little confused about his brain circuit and the logic of self-abuse, but I’m only thankful that my selfish, bad-for-life gang has escaped a terrible man to Na.

I can see it’s getting more confusing.

My eye was shivering so hard, my mouth was hurried between the rise and the downside, and I didn’t know whether to cry or laugh.

Ugh! Bang!

I blew up all the programs on Lin Xiaobo’s phone and finally picked a golden software.

The data shows that this software is connected to Dad.

I look up, it’s dark, and there’s only a few gold beads rolling back and forth, and there’s a mechanical sound.

Through the camera, I saw a thick thumb shivering down, sliding the screen in rhythm, and reading the scripture.

I see. It’s the “electronic bead” software from the smart watch.

I heard you’ve believed in Buddha since the two families broke up.

But he believed in Buddha and believed not in it, and was ashamed to let others know.

He had been a materialist for half his life and had finally asked the gods to worship Buddha to seek relief from his heart. In his view, it was a collapse of faith and a spiritual breakdown.

So he worshiped the e-Buy, swiped it, and spent a lot of money on the e-Buy.

Nana snuck up in her social trumpet.

All of a sudden, the view of the watch was soared and the sound of the “single” was coming down.

It took me a long time to figure out that this is an underground storage room, about 3 or 4 square metres.

There were no windows in the storage room, and there was a thick black plastic sheet on the walls and roofs, and each inch of it was flatted, with no wrinkles.

Not long ago, he stopped shaking.

He kneeled on his knees, laid down his hand and moved the beads madly again.

The watch camera is right on the ground.

So I saw a body.

He likes it clean, clean.

The bodies which he had disposed of by hand, unlike the scenes of chaos and bloodshed in the horror movies, were washed very cleanly and lay straight on the plastic sheet.

The limbs of the body have been cut off and placed in a straight line, two arms and one leg by the wall.

Until now, I realized with all my heart that this is my body!

Red raincoat killer, to Dad!

I just don’t know. How did he handle the little killer?

Or is it just a job for a little killer to kill, not to risk his life, to see the business being robbed, to quit?

At that point, Dad’s Buddha software showed that he added another 100 points of credit.

That figure gave him a little relief and a long sigh in his mouth.

A moment later, he raised his axe again and cut my neck.

Though the body was unconscious, I watched my head split, and my binary body gave birth to severe pain, and the non-existent heart broke into countless one and zeros.

And I’ve been shaking the box, and I’ve been holding my mouth, and I’ve been shaking my eyes in my eyelids, and I’ve just been sprayed with mushrooms.

If the data on the doll’s zombies is completely destroyed, I guess I’ll just disappear.

For me, every explosion, every refreshment, could be the last.

Nana! Nana! “I make a weak voice, “Brains”

Just a little bit to Dad, I guess.

He turned on the electron beads, and he just lit up the “Code of Goodness” and suddenly saw me, the doll-box zombie pops out of the interface and stares at the blood-stained eyeballs of Brains!

Ugh! Bang!

I blew up the Kung Fu software and finally hit it on his watch.

There’s a private setup for the program, but it’s open to family, and there’s information on Nana’s location!

Ugh! Bang!

This time, I blew into a cell phone music play.

Cell phone footage is broken, and where you see it, it’s all broken dark.

There’s a low, weak moan not far away.

I quickly flipped the playlist and found Bang! “The Weasel Frightened,” the song, replays.

“A voice! A voice! * And with all the sound, the footsteps are coming closer *

Come on! Identify survivors by voice! I’m sorry.

“Has the hydraulic top? I’m sorry.

“Can the identity of the trapped be confirmed? I’m sorry.

“Not yet. I’m sorry.

Comrade, we’re with the “Emergency Aid Team” and we still have three of our crews missing. I’m sorry.

“Roger! The rescue forces are on their way! I’m sorry.

“Life detectors and rescue dogs are all at full capacity. We’ll do everything we can to save everyone! I’m sorry.

Team Two! You get the wounded out of the area! I’m sorry.

Team Chang! The location of survivors has been identified. I’m sorry.

Copy that!

To Yang rescue team? To Na?

Earthquake zone!

I see. Nana is buried in ruins!

And this cell phone, which I’m currently living with, belongs to another survivor.

Nana, it’s nearby!

I’m tired of holding the box and beating up the spirit.

Ugh! Bang!

I blew up between my mobile phones under the rubble and imagined myself to be a front-line military doctor, carrying a wounded man and taking them home.

Save someone.

Since the goal of saving the world is too ambitious, it starts with saving one person.

It’s my, never-real dream.

Thinking of this, I’m going through a cell phone in the ruins, and whenever I find a survivor, I manipulate the phone to sound and then blow it up to another phone.

Finally, I heard the voice of Tona, calm and gentle, without much panic, and I could even imagine her firm and courageous eyes.

She said, “Look, the hero has come to save us. I’m sorry.

Ugh! Bang!

This should be my last explosion.

Because my binary “body” is no longer able to form, except for the sound of broken Marseilles.

This time, I went into an old desktop, and the computer screen was the one with the back of the head, no cameras, no microphones, just a sound-chilling sound.

I can’t see the owner of the computer, but I know he’s to Dad.

I blew him up from Na cell phone QQ.

The mouse swayed to Dad’s right and left, and his operation was clear in my eyes: