Lu Shu's respect for him was also stubborn, even to the point of being twisted.

And this is all Su Mingan can do to deal with this unstable factor.

"Brother Lighthouse." Jasmine said, "It's okay. Let's get some sleep first. If you really can't find it, why not just trust the other person... I think my brother is really anxious, but just being anxious is useless..."

What Jasmine said makes sense.

Seeing how confident Lu Shu looked, maybe he was really prepared.

...Su Mingan really couldn't bear it anymore.

He didn't even have time to help Jasmine find a house, so he set an alarm clock and fell on the bed.

"Don't go out, stay here and wait for me to wake up..."

He put a pile of food next to the table, told Jasmine to go, and quickly closed his eyes.

Perhaps because he was too tired, after closing his eyes, he felt that his body was sinking as if sinking into the bed, and his consciousness quickly became hazy.

As if he were stepping on clouds and mist, he closed his eyes and blocked out everything from the outside world.

...But he heard a piano sound.

It's crisp and pleasant, like seeing a deep blue sea, with white dolphins jumping up in the sea, and the water is sparkling.

The emotions that had calmed down suddenly surged again.

There was some strange feeling of condensation between time in his heart. He suddenly opened his eyes and saw a room that looked a little hazy in his field of vision.

The room is not big, the spring breeze blows in along the curtains, and a piano is bathed in the waterfall of light.

The black and white solid-color keys staggered quietly, and the light lit up the swirling dust floating in the air.

...dreaming? Lucid dreaming?

He looked at the piano intently. Its appearance was familiar to him, but it shouldn't look so lonely...

As soon as his idea came to his mind, he saw a person suddenly appear on the piano bench.

Fingers appeared on the keys that were originally pressing on their own. A woman with long black hair moved half of her face close to the halo, her cheeks were dyed in the light, and her hair was like flowing mercury.

Her appearance was stained with mist, making it difficult to see clearly, and her fingers were extremely nimble. It was like a school of silver fish was flowing around her, and the sunlight cast dappled light and shadow.

Her piano sound is very nice, and she hits every key accurately, whether it is slow or fast, and her cross-domain skills are fully demonstrated.

Outsiders might praise her skills, but Su Mingan could see that her piano sound lacked a kind of "spirituality".

Like the walking dead that have lost their souls, the black and white silent films that are staged silently, and the artificial puppets that can only imitate mechanically.

Su Ming'an looked at it for a while, feeling it was ironic, and then turned around and left without any hesitation.

He knew that this was a lucid dream, a dream that could be controlled by one's own consciousness, but he hadn't done it for a long time since he entered the World Game. He was very nervous every day, so how could he have time to dream about such a waste of energy?

He must go to sleep as soon as possible to prevent further deterioration of his mental state.

As for this kind of dream that is similar to memories, it is meaningless. He does not need these psychological comforts now.

Su Mingan had a thought, he wanted this scene to disappear.

He saw streaks of blood on the woman's body, and her fingers were broken at each root. This was a sign that the dream was about to collapse.

But Su Mingan saw herself appearing next to her.

My childhood self.

The woman's dry posture while playing the piano changed instantly. She suddenly became alive like a withered flower, and her tone was extremely gentle:

"You are loving the world."

Su Mingan heard the voice of a woman teaching "himself".

"...No matter what, love this world."

She continued.

The haziness on the woman's face dissipated on its own, and Su Mingan saw that the look in her eyes at that moment was completely silent and extremely bright, like a person willing to drown.

He snorted coldly, then turned around and walked away without stopping.

"——Ming'an, you are different from me. Your eyes are real... Your feelings are my mother's most precious treasure."

A woman's voice sounded like she was praying from behind.

The music of the piano is getting faster and faster, and the notes are quickly chasing from behind, accompanied by the woman's lingering voice:

"——Ming'an, your eyes, your eyes with such strong emotions, are so beautiful."

He kept walking.

The sound of the piano came in waves, chasing his steps.

"——The warm wind in winter, the snow lotus on the top of the mountain, the pearl in the deep sea... You are everything I can imagine. You are my mother's brightest treasure and eternal pride..."

His steps suddenly stopped.

A hand suddenly grabbed his arm from below. He turned his head and saw that the hand he grabbed was covered in blood.

The woman suddenly appeared next to him out of nowhere, and the haziness on her face completely dissipated, revealing a beautiful woman with almond-shaped eyes, very similar to him.

Her face was stained with blood and it was dripping down her cheeks bit by bit.

The sound of the piano was still floating, coming towards him like waves of waves.

The woman's eyes stared at him tightly, as if locking him with her eyes, which reflected the way he looked at her. She seemed to be afraid that he would suddenly disappear.

She opened her mouth with some effort, and then said word by word:

"...Ming'an, you are the only one in my world."

"anyway--"

Her eyes were heavy and her hands were getting weaker and weaker.

Su Ming'an put his hand on hers, and then peeled her fingers apart little by little.

"——Love this world."

She said this like a declaration, and then let go of her hand.

The sound of the piano suddenly stopped.

There was a sound like breaking glass. The afternoon room turned into pieces and dispersed little by little, and the dark gaps gradually appeared.

Influenced by Su Mingan's thoughts, this dream ended here.

He looked at the darkening room and the quiet piano, bathed in the waterfall of light.

The woman has disappeared.

He saw himself playing.

"You should feel sad." Su Mingan said to the pool of blood left by the woman on the ground:

"Eight years later, what you left in my memory and what you showed in my dreams is still such a ridiculous appearance."

"You should be grateful that your father raised me to be who I am today."

"I will love this world, but not because of you."

"...Don't appear in my dreams again."

He said, and then stopped looking at that scene. Instead, he closed his eyes, let himself go, and let himself enter a deeper dream.

During his sleep, he dreamed of nothing.

In this dream, I slept very deeply, as if my body was trapped in white clouds.

He couldn't feel anything, nor could he feel any worries... just like the countless dreamless nights he had spent on Zhai Star, in a silent dark night with no stars or moon in front of him.

...so that when he just opened his eyes and faced the morning light set by the alarm clock in his personal space, there was still confusion in his eyes.

He sat up, rubbed his eyes, and opened the forum with soft hands.

…

[——Terrorist murders reappear in the main god space! Edward, the third person on the list, and Lu Shu, the fourth person on the list, both died—Humanity’s internal fighting will never end, will we still have a tomorrow? 】

"..." He stared at the top line of words, his eyes were hazy, as if he hadn't seen clearly yet.

The simulated morning sun in his personal space fell into his eyes, so bright that it burned his eyes. He squinted his sour eyes.

"False news?"

He muttered to himself and clicked on the pinned post on the forum.

Then... he saw the corpse of a butterfly beside the green woods in District 12, which had been blown to pieces with only a butterfly wing left.

Xiaohong.

He continued to scroll down.

Lying beside the flowers was a broken blade of a praying mantis, green in color, shining in the early morning light.

Xiaobi.
To be continued...