My Iyashikei Game

Looking at the search page on the phone screen, Han Fei couldn't take his eyes off for a long time. He didn't understand why the comedian in front of him would search for such a thing.

In his opinion, the other party has everything he ever wanted, to be a good comedian, to have many favorite works, and to live in a spacious house where he can lie on a comfortable and soft sofa.

The man in room 4094 was Han Fei's ideal self in his fantasy, but when he really saw the other party, he found that the other party was not only unhappy, but even reached a very dangerous level.

"Why is that?"

Through a brief exchange, Han Fei could probably see that the comedian was a kind and gentle person. He came to visit with his child in his arms late at night. The first thing the other party thought of was not all kinds of dark things, but thought that the child was sick and needed help.

"He shouldn't live like this, such people shouldn't live like this!" Han Fei saw his own shadow in the comedian, and he repeated this sentence in his heart, but he didn't want to shake himself. .

The phone on the couch suddenly vibrated and received a new message.

Han Fei touched the screen subconsciously, it was a private chat.

Timid: "Can you contact Yanzu? I sent him a lot of messages and made a lot of calls, but he didn't answer me."

Timid: "He deleted all the things in the circle of friends. After I clicked to enter, there was only a blank space."

Timid: "Are you there? Firefly? You've been bubbling less and less recently, don't scare me!"

The guy called Jintoubao sent several messages in a row, and the comedian who was still busy in the bedroom heard the sound of vibration, and he hurried out.

Picking up the phone, the young man made a call immediately after reading the message, but no one answered the phone.

After calling several times in a row, there was only a busy tone on the other side of the phone, no one answered, and no one hung up, like an invisible black hole.

"Why didn't you answer the phone? Didn't you agree?"

The calm on the young man's face had completely disappeared. Han Fei didn't know who was on the phone, but he could feel the young man's restlessness.

After opening the group chat, the young man finally received a reply after private chatting with a large number of people.

After seeing the reply, he stood in the living room, kept his posture, motionless, and kept his eyes fixed on the screen.

After a long time, he didn't react until Han Fei came over and saw the content on the phone.

A habitually forced smile appeared on his face. He didn't hide the content on his phone, but said with a lonely expression, "One of my friends is gone."

"gone?"

The young man glanced at the night sky outside the window: "Go there."

Saying these two sentences seems to have exhausted his energy, and his already exhausted body sat on the sofa like a worn cloth sack.

Lifting the thin quilt, he seemed to be looking for the medicine bottle that he had put in the bedroom, and it seemed that he was using this to cover up his slightly trembling fingers.

The black mobile phone lit up dimly again, and messages kept coming in, and the young man clicked on the messages in front of Han Fei.

The man showed a completely different look from just now, and replied seriously one by one. Finally, he opened a group chat called Happy Community, looked at one of the avatars that would never light up again, and wanted to say something, but But can't type.

Tendon: "@Everyone, it has been confirmed just now that the youngest child in our group left three hours ago. His account data, as before, will be handed over to Yinghuo for safekeeping."

I knew in one day hahahaha: "Yanzu is gone? Are you sure? Are you sure you went to the hospital! He is the most cheerful child in our group, and the doctor also said that his recovery is very good! We still have an appointment. It's time to go online and work with foreign server players!"

Like a fish drinking water: "The child showed me the homework he wrote carefully the day before yesterday morning. He clearly said that he was going to go back to school?"

Looking at the information scrolling on the screen, the young man finally typed a few words.

Yinghuo: "It's true, I contacted his stepfather, but unfortunately I didn't persuade his stepfather to reconcile with him until the end, I'm sorry."

Stupid: "Why are you apologizing? You don't need to apologize to anyone!"

Like fish drinking water: "We are all uncomfortable, but don't let our emotions occupy ourselves. Everyone pay attention to taking medicine on time. If Yanzu's account is really unwilling to accept his stepfather, then we will follow the rules and give it to Yinghuo."

One day I knew hahahaha: "It's hard work, Yinghuo."

An account number and password were sent to the young man's mobile phone. He stared at the account for a long time, then turned on the computer and used the child's account to log in to a virtual game on a social platform.

This game is to develop a business style. The boy in the game is tall and strong, and looks very handsome. His signature is Yanzu's new Shanghai branch ancestor, but in reality, he is thin and small, and he is often bullied and framed. Not good at communicating with people and handling various relationships.

The farm he built has not been taken care of for a long time, and the last time he landed was six months ago.

This game requires a social platform account to log in. It is completely bound to the social account, and records various traces left by a person on the Internet. There are memory projection rooms, books of joy, sadness processing stations and so on.

Control the villain to walk in the room, the only one in Yanzu's hut

The kryptonite item is a huge rare-level photo frame. There is a group photo in the photo frame. There are dozens of people in it. Everyone is the image of the game, but some of the images have turned gray.

Looking at the group photo, the young man slowly lowered his head and looked away.

Walking to the young man's side, Han Fei patted his back lightly.

The man's head could no longer be raised, he supported the table with both hands, suppressed the phlegm, and said in a calm tone as much as possible: "I met this child in a healing game, the group chat in the happy community. Most of them are patients, because of various reasons, we got together to cheer each other up and stick to each other, but many avatars still never light up again."

"Did you set up that group?"

"It was given to me by a deceased old man. I am the only manager now." The young man is a very good actor, and controlling his emotions is the basic skill of an actor. When he raised his head again, his face was invisible. Too much pain, he tried his best to show a kind of sunshine, even if he was already riddled with holes.

He took out a notebook from the locked drawer, and the young man turned it slowly. Each page recorded a different account number and password. He turned slowly, as if the thin page was very heavy.

After finding a blank page, the man carefully recorded the boy's account number and password. He double-checked it three times, and after confirming that it was correct, he put the notebook back in the drawer.

"I really didn't expect that the child would leave before us." The young man stared blankly at the boy's virtual game character, the child's virtual account and all the memories were unclaimed, a living person, and finally Only these are left: "He is obviously the most cheerful and optimistic person in the group. Every day he encourages everyone and posts his own good changes in the circle of friends..."

"But no matter how optimistic you are, you will never be happy."

Han Fei didn't understand why he said this. He didn't even know who he was speaking to. Maybe he was talking about the boy who had left, maybe he was talking about a young man, maybe he was talking about himself .