She said that her name was Gu Qiao, that she was from the ancient earth, and that she claimed to be my friend when she was young, which was ridiculous, and she even called out my name, Ruoruo. ’

Gu Qiao's gaze remained fixed on this page of the journal, and did not let Eva continue to turn the page.

The mood at this moment is probably no different from Wen Ruo, who wrote this part of the log.

I think it's a little absurd, but because I've experienced too much in the past, I feel that everything is possible.

She then looked down.

Although I can't remember all the memories of my youth because of my illness, I think that a girl who lives in a slum and almost dies will not have friends. ’

In response to my response, the data body may have been angry, or for some other reason, but she fell silent for a long time. In the week that followed, we were unable to continue this particular communication. ’

Maybe I'm thinking too much, my game construction is indeed based on some of the ancient earth's materials as a reference, I am surprisingly fascinated by that civilization, I don't know why, but unfortunately there is too little information to find, and that planet has long been annihilated in the long river of time. ’

As for this data life called Gu Qiao. Well, data intelligence generates consciousness, and it's not strange to name yourself. After all, I set up a smart zone for each NPC, and their trajectory will grow naturally.

One afternoon, a tired-looking teenage girl crouches at a desk in the lab, trying to convince herself, but soon grabs her hair into a mess.

Obviously, there are things in the things she encounters that she can't convince herself.

The girl looked at her light screen, and on it was the dialog box that popped up after the data body broke through the game limit:

[Destroy this game, if the spatial passage is generated again, I will kill you.] 】

"Kill me, what can you do to kill me, I'm a game builder, you're a data body created by me, and you're actually trying to kill me, you're so rude."

The girl was a little angry.

"It's even more impossible to ruin this game, it took me three whole years to complete the construction of the game world, you let me destroy it, what's the difference between that and my life!"

The girl's expression was almost angry, and even a little aggrieved.

[If your game leads to the annihilation of a real civilization, will you refuse my request?] 】

"What do you mean? If such an outrageous thing really happens, then I will give you my life! ”

This is an almost angry answer.

At this time, Wen Ruo didn't realize that she and this data person named Gu Qiao would become friends after such an unfriendly start.

Yes, friend.

Wen Ruo was lonely, she didn't have any friends of the same age.

Others say that she is a genius, a genius is destined to be lonely, she used to comfort herself like this, the pair of adoptive parents who took her from the slum were very good to her, but she always felt panicked for no reason.

Panicking, sooner or later he will lose all this.

panicked, the genius girl in other people's mouths is actually not worthy of the name.

Wen Ruo has been working hard, and the ideas that once made her a genius did not come from her.

How could a child born in a slum have such a huge worldview assumption, and she probably never left the slum before being taken away by her adoptive parents.

This is also why, after all kinds of reluctance to believe Gu Qiao's words, she finally chose to believe it again.

She completed the construction of the game world alone, as if she had completed an unrealistic dream, and for such a long time, she was lonely and monotonously recording countless data reports, and the observation report log she set up in the game world became her only outlet for talking.

Wen Ruo longs for the day when someone finds this journal in her game.

It's like an easter egg, full of the builder's chaotic mood, and an encounter that even she can't tell the difference between reality and fantasy.

Perhaps, I did have a friend when I was younger, and she told me about a beautiful world, and I tried to present it with all my might. ’

And this is the beginning of all the tragedy, it turns out that the game world I have carefully constructed is the cruelest lie. ’

'The game is officially live, I'm a sinner. ’

That's the end of the log.

Gu Qiao was at a loss for a moment in his heart, the friend in Wen Ruo's mouth, was it her?

She glanced at the time of the last page of the journal, which was the time when Creator Online was launched in the high-dimensional real world.

Also, the day of Wen Ruo's accident?

[Rather than an observer's journal, the second half is more like Wen Ruo's diary.] 】

Eva turned off the logbook.

Gu Qiao felt a little heavy, raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows.

[There is also a video file, do you need to take a break?] Your state looks terrible. 】

Eva hesitated.

Gu Qiao forcibly uploaded the consciousness in reverse, and the attack suffered by the consciousness body had not yet had a chance to repair, and the longer he stayed in the virtual space, the weaker the consciousness body would be.

"Go on."

[Okay.] 】

Eva clicked on the last video file.

In the video, it is a girl standing in the laboratory to debug the optical brain equipment, her black hair is braided and neatly pinned behind her ears, and her beautiful face is obviously tired.

The girl's appearance is very strange and familiar.

Not long ago, Gu Qiao had seen the other party's head through Wen Lan.

"Ruoruo."

She subconsciously called out the name.

In the video projection, the girl smiled lightly and beckoned to her:

"Gu Qiao, meet again."

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