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He kicked the main chassis to shreds with a single kick, something he couldn't do with his previous strength, but now he could do it easily.

The connection between the console and the computer was disconnected, and the power strip was broken, but the monitor was still on.

It's still that world, it's still that small room, and in the room, he is holding a bamboo slip, trembling slightly.

He shook the mouse and moved the keyboard, and found that these two could be used even on the peripherals on the main chassis. On the screen, the blue progress bar has inadvertently taken a big step forward!

95% of the location.

A computer that works without a console, and a monitor that lights up without electricity......

Is that what 95% means?

After Yue Qiang kicked the computer chassis out of the air, the whole person sat there panting slightly, and his mood calmed down a little.

When I touched the mouse just now, I clicked it. Another line appeared on the bamboo slip: "I know you probably won't believe it." This is simply something that normal people cannot believe. So you can go out and have a look, or call, or whatever you want to verify. The 'pause module' is for you to use now...... Use it, and after the progress reaches 100%, you won't need it. ”

Verify it? Good!

Yue Qiang in the computer pulled out the first bamboo stick, and then the picture in the monitor suddenly stopped. Objects, people, and himself, all froze, as a one-hour countdown appeared on the screen.

Yue Qiang felt a little tired.

How do I verify this?

Outside the window it was night. The night view of the city, familiar and unfamiliar, I don't know how long it has been since I have seen a normal night view. However, it still seems to be normal.

Everything in the rental house was also normal, messy placement, smelly socks all over the floor, everything was normal.

Why isn't it the real world?

Do you want to go out and have a look?

Do you want...... He didn't want to think about the option of calling home, so he just subconsciously took his phone and walked to the door.

The door was still dull black, and it opened with a "squeak" sound, and it hadn't been opened for a long time. Outside the door is the familiar corridor, very familiar, I used to go downstairs every day to buy instant noodles to pass by. But it's very unfamiliar, because it really hasn't come out for a long, long time.

The hallway was silent late at night, and of course there was no one.

Why don't you knock on your neighbor's door?

It's also good to be able to disturb the sleeping person.

Yue Qiang didn't want anything now, he just wanted to see a living person.

He knocked on the door.

"Knock knock".

Three knocks on the door caused some echoes in the hallway late at night. There was no "who" question coming from inside the door, no slippers falling to the ground, nothing.

A voice appeared in Yue Qiang's mind:

"This door is locked."

Of course I know the door is locked, of course I do...... Yue Qiang muttered to himself. Then he went crazy, and with a "bang", he kicked the neighbor's door with the force he had just kicked the computer chassis, making a loud noise. Then he looked up and yelled overhead, "I don't need your system to prompt me!" ”

He rushed out of the hallway and out into the street.

There was no one in the neighborhood at night, no one.

He walked slowly at first, and as he walked, he started running, running faster and faster, as if he had automatically turned on the running lv2 skill. He ran very fast, ran to the city center, ran to the most prosperous pedestrian street in the city.

Still no one.

All the shops are closed.

Bustling, neon lights illuminate the colorful streets. The streets are bustling and the streets are empty. Only Yue Qiang is alone.

Extremely lonely.

He found a small corner, crouched down, curled up tightly in the corner, and buried his head deep in his knees.

A few indistinct, low-pitched words popped out of his mouth, sounding like "I want to go home."

Then, he took out his phone.

Mu Ran flipped through the phone numbers that looked familiar but hadn't been contacted for a long, long time, and stopped at the number of "home". I just wanted to dial it out, but it was a jerk, and I dialed it out according to Luqiu Duanyi's phone number.

It was actually able to get through.

Over there, there was a cacophony of sounds.

As with the previous phone calls, the female voice over there seemed to be selling something.

Yue Qiang was a little confused at this time, not knowing what he wanted to ask or what he should say, so he waited quietly. After another while, the noise over there gradually subsided. Then the voice of Lu Qiu Duanyi came from the telephone microphone: "I'll go to you...... Ten days later. ”

The phone hung up.

Yue Qiang didn't pay much attention to that ten days later. He didn't think about the relationship between the real world and the two women surnamed Luqiu in the game, and he didn't even think much about the game. On this night, Yue Qiang, who suddenly woke up, just wanted to call home.

I just suddenly wanted to call home.

He wanted to do all the options he could and then call home, he knew it was procrastination, and he wanted to put it off like this. But there are very few options that can be made.

He was afraid, but after so long, he couldn't put it off any longer.

The home number is a landline number, eight digits. Yue Qiang also deliberately added the area code in front of him, and then called out.

Blind, unsurprisingly blind.

Once, twice, three times, four times, five times, six times......

Turn it off, turn it on again, twice, three times, four times, five times, six times, and then he doesn't play; He started calling other people's phones, classmates', friends'; and then hit relatives; Then, the fire, first aid, and police......

It's all blind.

Then, the phone ran out of battery and turned off.

Yue Qiang threw his phone in the trash and returned home.

He sat in front of the computer and waited.

The countdown is over. He pressed enter, and then his fingers stopped on the keyboard for a long time, typing a few words letter by letter at a very slow speed.

Not to the dead body, not to the voice that looked at him with a little concern, but to himself. He felt that if he didn't type these words, he would go crazy. Here are four words:

"I want to go home."

After a while, he knocked back on the car again. With his hand still on the keyboard, he still wanted to type four more words, but he felt that the four words to be typed in the back were too embarrassing, and they were simply embarrassed to be thrown to his grandmother's house. He felt extremely ashamed, but if he didn't type these four words out in any way, he felt as if something was missing.

In the end, he still didn't make it.

He turned off the dialog, closed his eyes, and a tear flowed from his socket. As a young man in his twenties, as an old man, as a man who never called home, but hung up extremely quickly every time he received a call from home, he squirmed a few words from his lips.

He felt ashamed, he felt ashamed. His voice was a little small, a little trembling, but he said it anyway. It's also four words:

"I miss Mom."