Su Mingan sat on the table full of exquisite desserts, lowering her eyes and saying nothing.

In front of him is a laptop filled with eulogies.

The god stood beside him and showed him these hymns. Every hymn was filled with fanaticism, and people seemed to be marionettes with their free will tied up.

"They will write eulogies on the Internet, I can see it." The god said: "The oracle can be delivered to thousands of households in one second. Isn't it much faster than the traditional method?"

Su Mingan sighed.

The times are progressing, and a certain god in Yunshang City still needs to convey oracles through stone tablets. But this god only needs to use the Internet, and people can see it by clicking on their mobile phones.

"Have you heard a story?" Su Mingan straightened his expression.

"I am glad to hear it," said the spirit.

"A long time ago, a civilization came to an end. Powerful invaders descended on this civilization. The invaders used technology to suppress and lure the people of this civilization to kill each other." Su Mingan said: "At the critical moment, there is a person who stands.

When he came out, he let his eight companions work with him to protect the world."

The god's eyes fluctuated: "Then what? Did they succeed?"

He picked up a strawberry with a fork and handed it to Su Ming'an's mouth. Su Ming'an slapped the strawberry away.

Su Mingan said: "No, they failed."

The god's eyes showed surprise: "I thought you would tell me a success story."

Su Mingan said: "I haven't finished speaking yet."

"Later, that man built an ark. He sent his companions to the ark and asked them to set sail with the memories of the end of civilization into the depths of the universe to find a new home."

"He knew that even if he sent an ark out, he would only be sending out the embers of civilization. But at least the fire was still there."

"At least there are still people on the Ark. They will become civilized strangers. They will cry when they are homesick and laugh when they look forward to the future. They can still breathe, they are still alive, they still have thoughts, and they will

… Singing, painting, recording words. They have not yet been reduced to words on a screen, or tombstones in the minds of intruders.”

"Later, civilization was indeed destroyed."

"If the spacecraft wants to find the next planet for survival, it will take a long, long time, measured in thousands of years. So the people on the spacecraft use a tool that allows them to dream, sleep in the hibernation cabin, and think about the past over and over again.

I am nostalgic for the civilization of China, and I am nostalgic for it.”

"In their dreams, they returned to the civilization that had not yet been destroyed. They laughed in the spring, fished by the lake, tied straw into hats, made garlands out of flowers, and hung knots representing blessings on their wrists.

The next spring in the whole city.”

"Occasionally when they wake up, they feel lost. Facing the vast, dangerous, lonely and lifeless universe outside the window, facing the cold spaceship with only single-digit life, facing the embers of their hometown, they will embrace each other and give to each other

The only warmth left, and said in the poet's words: "

"【once,

I dreamed that we were strangers to each other.

After waking up,

I discovered that we love each other deeply.】"

"Civilization is gone. But people are still there. Maybe one day, they can find a new home. Only then can they truly wake up."

The god was silent for a moment. When he heard "civilization no longer exists", the look in his eyes made Su Mingan feel that the god was almost about to cry. But this feeling quickly dissipated.

His voice was a little hoarse: "I like this story. It makes me feel hopeful."

Su Mingan: "I don't like this story. It makes me feel desperate."

The contrast in the tone of the two is extremely strong, and there is an unbreakable barrier between them.

God: "Whose story is this, and which part of your journey is it?"

Su Ming'an: "It's not anyone else. It's a story I only tell you, a story that belongs only to you."

There was a strange color in the god's eyes, and his pupils trembled slightly. He should have felt interesting, but there was nothing. All he could sense was the faint sadness in Su Ming'an's tone. He could rarely understand human emotions, and in

In His eyes, under the suppression of the impetuousness of the Internet and social involution, human beings have become more and more silent, hypocritical, selfish, narrow-minded, living in a corner, without any intention of resistance. Except for a stable job and a house for marriage, they have nothing.

not give a damn about.

He trained them well.

People who entertain themselves to death are no longer interested in tracing history.

The spirit said: "Your story pleases me, so I give you a second choice."

Su Mingan raised his eyes.

This should be equivalent to the reward for reaching a certain favorability value, but it is a pity that gods do not display favorability.

The god said: "As long as you become my archangel, I can postpone the opening of the first tower by one day. I will give you the ability equivalent to the sixth-level Fu Zhuan family, allowing you to freely investigate everything about this world. All countries have

I have to make way for you. How about we make a bet as proof?"

Su Mingan was startled.

He heard incredible things.

Originally, the gods did not give him anything and forced him to become an archangel. Su Mingan was very disgusted. But now that the gods have become enlightened, they actually know how to give him benefits, and they are very tempting benefits.

What he fears most is not death, but the lack of information.

Information is the most critical thing in the world game. But so far, he has missed a lot.

For example, he did not observe the depression medicine in Su Wensheng's room to find out whether it was a special medicine or something. For example, he did not touch the angel statue in Li Mingyue Church. For example, he did not have in-depth contact with Xiao Ying and Chao Yan, and had no idea about their

Understanding only scratches the surface.

His time and energy are limited, which determines that he can only focus on one plot line. If he chooses the Investigation Ark plan, he will no longer have time to investigate Daoya City. But if there are more branch routes, all plot lines

When information is superimposed, the final success rate is high.

If given a full day of investigation, he could solve many mysteries.

"..."

Su Mingan hesitated.

Normally, he would have agreed directly. But this time it was different. The gods had shown methods to prohibit suicide before. He was worried that after making the wrong choice, he would have no chance to look back. Just like the red rose in the seventh world, he almost

Trapped in Yunshang City forever.

He was simply walking on a tightrope.

"Su Mingan, what are you worried about?" Chang Ge's clear voice sounded in his mind.

Su Mingan thought of this guy. He was usually very quiet and sensible.

"Su Mingan, you can promise him." Chang Ge said: "If you are afraid of being controlled by him after becoming an archangel, I can help you... commit suicide."

Su Mingan's face was grim.

...suicide? What is Changge saying?

Changge said: "We now know that you are not Su Wensheng himself, so even if you die, perfect clearance will not fail. After all, you should have a lot of TE lines. Moreover, it is you who becomes the archangel of the gods, not

I, I am an independent player, I can help you commit suicide at critical moments, and then you can transfer to your clone."

Su Mingan was silent.

What Chang Ge said made sense, but Su Mingan didn't agree with it. First of all, he didn't trust Chang Ge.

It's hard for him to trust someone.

But...Noel.

Su Mingan suddenly thought of Noel. If it were Noel, with just a code word, Noel could take action even if he was controlled.

"How are you thinking?" The god stretched out his hand, as if wanting to pat Su Ming'an on the shoulder.

At this moment, the little fox on Su Mingan's shoulder jumped out and took a fierce bite, almost biting the god's hand.

"Go, go, go! Who allowed you to steal my messenger!" Xiao Ai yelled.

The god frowned, and flew up with a kick, like a shot. Xiao Ai bounced out like a ball, jumping up and down on the ground, jumping four meters high every time, with excellent elasticity.

"How are you thinking?" The god retracted his leg and asked again, as if nothing had happened just now.

Su Mingan glanced at it and looked away.

In the expectant eyes of the god, Su Mingan said: "I don't."

"You clearly wanted to agree just now, but now you reject me." The god's face showed clear confusion: "Why? Is it because I kicked it?"

Su Ming'an realized that the god's way of thinking was completely abnormal. The first thing he suspected was that he kicked Xiao Ai.

"Didn't you say you could let me see my future?" Su Mingan said, "Let me see it first."

The god raised his hand: "Close your eyes."

Su Mingan closed his eyes. After waiting for a moment, he didn't hear the voice of the gods, so he asked: "Can you open your eyes?"

no answer.

Su Mingan waited for another moment and opened his eyes.
To be continued...