Su Mingan stared at the file, and the two words "drown to death" were clearly visible.

He suddenly remembered the system prompt at the beginning of the dungeon:

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【Welcome all players to the tenth world!】

[World name: The Old World·Dream Patrol Land]

[Basic mission for all players: Survive and survive until the twentieth day.]

[Detecting your identity is: Su Mingan.]

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Detect your identity as...Su Mingan?

He plays "Su Ming'an", not "Su Wensheng".

At first, he thought Su Wensheng was his vest this time, but now he discovered that he was actually the person to replace Su Wensheng - Su Wensheng had died long before Su Mingan arrived.

At this moment, Su Mingan suddenly felt a headache, as if something was exploding in his mind. He stood up unsteadily, rushed into the room under the doubtful eyes of several people, and lay on the bed, gasping for air.

A large number of memory images flooded into his mind, as if dragging him into the memory of the past——

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I have always felt that this world is strange.

It seems that it shouldn't be like this before. The spring breeze and flowers should stay here, and there should be no gods in the sky.

I thought some people would raise objections, or at least feel that we should retrieve history, but under the dim sky, I only saw the silent majority. People pointed the finger at themselves and unilaterally assigned themselves the responsibility of "loving society"

, and monitor whether others love the society. Under this logic, the more they accuse others, the more they appear to love the society.

Eventually, no one pursues the truth anymore.

I don't like the way the world is.

Later, I got an orange cat. My mother told me that keeping a pet can reduce my own internal friction. The orange cat always looked at me with a lazy look, as if it pitied me.

After all, I know that my thoughts are meaningless and I can't change anything. I come from an ordinary family. My father is a small town guard. Although my mother is the most famous occultist in the world, she is always not at home, as if I was born without it.

Mother.

In the process of raising orange cats, I began to understand the weight of life. Sometimes when I see corpses of people who died of starvation on the roadside, I wonder, if this person was an orange cat and was raised by a rich man, would he not

Starved to death.

But I can't change anything, I'm just an ordinary person.

When I was eight years old, I was squatting downstairs in the teaching building, pouring water for a wild cat. There was a burst of giggling student voices from behind, vaguely mentioning words such as "fifth floor", "art classroom", "good-looking" and so on.

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I didn't understand what they were saying until I passed by the fifth floor of the teaching building, where there was a long-abandoned art classroom.

Through the glass window of the classroom, I saw the teacher and female students without clothes. At that moment, a flash of lightning flashed in my heart, and I suddenly understood why the world had fallen into this state. From top to bottom, what I saw

Everything turned out to be soaked in filth.

I shouted and pushed open the door, saying that I wanted to call the police. The female student looked at me gratefully and ran away. The teacher held my shoulders with a gloomy expression, as if I had made a huge mistake.

The cold wind of the winter moon poured into my neck, and I shivered. I suddenly remembered the laughter of the students just now - yes, they should have seen this scene, but they did not choose to push the door and enter.

They left with a smile, they were extremely "smart". I was the only one who broke this scene regardless of my own safety, like a destroyer of some kind of "order".

I remembered my grandma's advice. She said that the family was getting poorer and poorer. My mother hadn't sent money to the family for a long time. It was very hard for me to go to school. She told me to listen to the teacher and not do anything inappropriate.

But is breaking this scene considered an outrageous thing? Or is standing silently watching outside the glass window and making "good-looking" remarks considered a human excess?

I don't understand. I have just passed my eighth spring and autumn. I still can't understand why the "silent majority" was born. My blood is too hot, my face is too hot, and my hands move too fast.

Yes, they all make me so desperate.

On the way to the office, I couldn't help but turn around and look down at the teaching building. The female student was wrapped in torn clothes and ran away. The students screamed, as if she was some kind of monster. She was still young, and her body was...

The traces are like wounds that cannot be healed. Every sight makes the wounds more rotten, as if maggots are parasitizing on her body following people's gaze, leaving her with holes in her future life.

I watched her desperately trying to escape. She gradually escaped from this hell for her, like a bird with broken wings.

I stood in the office, and the principal patted me on the shoulder and told me not to spread this matter or call the police. He would rate me as a three-good student as long as I kept silent.

——But how can I remain silent?

I thought of that art classroom. The tables and chairs were very new. It must not have been the first time that this happened. It had happened dozens or hundreds of times even in places where I couldn’t see it. If you want me to remain silent,

I threw myself completely into hell.

I shook my head.

When I was eight years old, I didn't understand what silence was.

Later, I was detained in that office. My father came to see me, but was kicked out by the security guards. The principal said that I violated school rules and disciplines and needed to be punished.

The heavy rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier. My sight seemed to be through the layers of walls and I saw the art classroom. There were still people coming in and out, with a proud expression on their faces. I put my hand on the window glass.

Pulling down the long traces and wiping away the mist, I saw my pale face, my pupils were slightly shrunk, and my lips were pursed tightly, as if they were pitying me.

I seemed to see an orange cat, and I became this cat.

ah.

I suddenly understood.

It turns out that "going out of line" is indeed a crime.

If everyone remains silent and you shout, of course you will be taken away.

I was taken away.

In order to silence me, I was sent to a dark place. No light could be seen there, only endless beatings, scoldings and confinement. People said that this was where bad children stayed.

When I was about to faint from hunger, I was thinking, if I had not opened the art classroom door that day, or if I had chosen to remain silent in front of the principal, would I not have become a "bad boy"?

But no matter how many times I think about it, a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times... I will choose to push that door open. I want to save that girl, and her escape has alerted people. I vaguely heard that later

An art classroom was sealed, many people began to pay attention to this matter, and no one was harmed anymore.

That's really, really good.

I am an ordinary person, and I can only do what ordinary people can do. That is to take a brave step. In this way, perhaps the "silent majority" will not be born.

In the pain, I laughed out loud. I hope that the girl will be safe and smooth in the future.

After staying there for many years, my body gradually grew taller and my whole body was covered with countless whiplash wounds. I began to think repeatedly about how I should change this society and how I should keep myself from being changed.

Later, the school was thoroughly investigated, someone came to rescue me, and I was able to see the sun again.

The moment the sunshine hit my face, I smelled the scent of the plane trees on the roadside.

The person who saved me is called "Dr. Su", who has the same surname as me. He is a doctor with a righteous heart. While chatting with him, I heard the term "Ark Project".

Dr. Su said that this plan is an extremely evil plan, involving countries, cities, and forces that are so huge that it is impossible for him to uproot them all by himself. It is a plan to "create qualified people."

Only then did I realize that the dark place I was in was one of the experimental bases of the "Ark Project". The children there were all experimental subjects, and human experiments were conducted through various cruel methods. Fortunately, I was lucky enough not to die there.

in.

Doctor Su touched my head and said that I was still young and should go home and not get involved. I would come to see him again when I leave the small town after taking the college entrance examination and become a big shot in the future.

I returned home and stood under the plane tree in my house. I had not set foot here for many years. I thought of the braised prawns made by my father, the purses sewn by my grandma, and the orange cat I raised. It is now

It must be very fat and big. It always likes to look at me with a smile and squinted eyes. Its eyes are clear and clean.

I pushed open the door and entered.

In front of me is the body of the orange cat.

For a moment, I felt as if I had fallen into an ice cave, and my hands and feet were cold.

I searched for my father like crazy and found his diary.

[December 7: Son, have you gone home today? 】

[December 12: Son, the school told me that you were locked up. It’s all because dad is not strong enough to get you out. Although I don’t know what you did, you must have done the right thing. Dad believes in you.

,Dad is waiting for you to come back.]

[June 13th: I went to clean up your room today and looked at your stationery. Dad felt so sad. I lay on your bed for a while. When I woke up, my side was warm. I thought you were back and turned around.

At first glance, it turned out to be the sunshine outside the window. It turned out that it was already summer.]

[July 1st: Dad misses you so much. In my dream tonight, please give me a hug.]

[September 21st: Grandma's illness is getting more and more serious. Dad has to take her to see a doctor far away. If you come home, don't blame dad for not being able to greet you. Dad sincerely hopes that you will all be well. 】

[November 29th: Dad came back to pick up things today. Grandma no longer remembers Dad, but she still remembers your name. She always called "Wen Sheng" and "Wen Sheng" in bed. The doctor said that if you can go to see

Look at her, she might be able to think of something else. Your cat has also been very ill recently, but dad really has no money...]

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I held the diary tightly in my arms, feeling very blocked in my heart.
To be continued...