This behavior is addictive, and she tried it when she was 14 or 15 years old. But she had no money to buy anti-inflammatory drugs, so she stopped.
But at this moment, the long-lost silence came again, and she was silent in the gradually increasing pain.
Only at this time did she feel that she was breathing normally, instead of having a layer of gray tones in front of her eyes, or a mask that suffocated her breathing.
It was like returning to the embrace of the mother's womb, with the texture of water all around and a hazy, trance-like feeling in my ears.
…
[Didn't you notice? When she was live streaming, she would sometimes suddenly become emotionally unstable, as if she was having an attack, but she would soon return to her smile.]
[Now that I think about it, it’s so scary. Could she really be sick?]
[Young people can’t bear it, tut tut. ]
[Another member has been added to the Investiture of the Gods. 】
…
"Happy birthday to you……"
"Happy birthday to you……"
In the dim and deserted room, the girl hummed the same song again. When she was eighteen, she hummed it with Su Mingan. Now she was alone in a strange era and needed to sing it by herself.
Today is her nineteenth birthday.
"Happy birthday to you……"
After she treated the knife wound, she took out a photo and kissed it gently.
…
[She was so popular before, probably she had some shady background. ]
[Haha, backstage? Sell it, right? The information shows that she is just a commoner, how can she have any backstage? The only thing she can give is...]
[Why do you say that?]
[Great! This makes sense, and her figure is indeed good...]
…
"Happy birthday to you……"
It was a photo of a middle-aged woman, carrying a basket of vegetables and smiling kindly.
The girl kissed the photo, slowly put her head close to the photo, and whispered softly:
"Mother……"
"Mom, save me."
The photo is in black and white.
…
Su Luoluo still had to continue the live broadcast. Such a huge amount of negative emotions were coming towards this end of the causal line, and she had to observe the reaction of Diying.
Facing all the scolding, she smiled at the camera: "Next, let's watch the game of Witch's Ballad. Everyone follow my camera..."
The rotten egg-like gift effects fell on her, but she remained calm and smiled. Sometimes she felt that her only strength was probably her fake smile.
At this moment, looking at the overwhelming bad words and the few kindnesses, the girl finally understood what had changed - it was the sugar coating called maturity that was covering her little by little, and it was the thing called camouflage that was wrapping her up like a coat.
The sunk costs are too high.
You can't stop.
Her heart was swelling slightly, as if it was pressed by something. She couldn't shed a single tear.
But she didn't expect that there would be worse consequences.
I don't know who instigated the United Nations and the military. Since the United Nations invested too many propaganda resources in her, in order to shift the blame, they attributed the mistake to her alone.
As for her right or wrong,
Who cares.
She ran away.
Escaped from the apartment.
Two hours after she escaped, several soldiers broke down the door of the apartment and pointed their guns into the apartment. All that was left in the room were dead rats and razor blades on the floor, and a screen that was still popping up malicious messages.
"Why did she run away?"
"…Who are we going to arrest and bring back for trial now?"
They were dumbfounded. They never expected that a young girl could escape from the encirclement.
Since then, people have been looking for Miss Devil and want to put her on trial.
When the Dream Patrol game was in its second beta, many people participated. Some people had mental breakdowns while playing the game, which should have been the responsibility of the gods, but people blamed all these mistakes on "Miss Demon" - it must be some of her leftover behavior from the first beta that caused people's deaths!
These seem absurd, but they are actually happening. Everything is sliding in an inevitable direction.
Someone found traces of Miss Demon King at the edge of the black fog.
According to people, the Demon Lady seemed to be talking to someone, a shadow of the starry sky. Although they didn't know the meaning of the starry sky, people soon realized that this shadow was most likely an invader.
As expected, Miss Demon King is connected to the invaders.
This made all the previous thousand and ten thousand malicious speculations - all confirmed in an instant.
In the black fog, Su Luoluo was talking to Dieying.
"...Will you join me, Su Luoluo?" Dieying said softly, "The people you want to save are just a group of diode-like guys. They don't care about the truth, they only care about the preferences of the gods and the superiors. As long as they can please the gods, they can say anything."
“The world you imagine is not that beautiful at all. The Internet you want to integrate into is actually more terrifying and dirty than anywhere else.”
"When you stand under the spotlight, the people behind the screen can read any malicious intent from any of your actions. Just a little spark can lead to an overwhelming fire."
"Come with me. You do all these things just to make people like you, don't you? I will take you to a better and farther place... I will take you to a better world."
When Su Luoluo saw the overlapping shadows for the first time, she was very excited - she put herself in such a miserable situation just to see the overlapping shadows, to talk to them, so as to judge the changes in the cause and effect line and further infer the location of the overlapping shadows.
She won the bet, and the overlapping images really came to seduce her.
The goal was finally achieved, but the overlapping shadows threw out such tempting fruits.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
