MTL - First Player-Chapter 786 Seven hundred and eighty five

  Chapter 786 Chapter seven hundred and eighty-five · "Farewell."

  Lin Guang is catching a butterfly.

  He held up the insect net, and thousands of ginkgo leaves flew around him, like a golden dream.

  The sun shone through the golden leaves, and he raised his head, as if he wanted to bury his head in the whole spring.

"Da da da."

  Stepping on the soft blanket of golden leaves, he stretched out his hand, and the butterfly flew away quickly, so he started to use the insect net to try to catch the butterfly.

"Snapped!"

   There was a crisp sound, it seemed that Lin Guang's strength was too heavy, and one of the butterfly's wings was torn apart by the insect net.

  At this moment, Butterfly spoke.

  【Poor bug catcher. 】

  【You want to capture me, but this will tear my wings. 】

  【You want to keep me, but you will only get one specimen. 】

  【Let me go, let me go, give me time to escape. 】

  【If you can catch up with me, I won't run away anymore. 】

  …

   Lin Guang felt very novel, he had never seen a talking butterfly.

   "Okay, you run away, I'll chase." He said.

  The butterfly flapped its wings and left.

  It flew in the air, leaving bloodstains all the way. Lin Guang followed behind it slowly, carrying the insect net.

  The ginkgo trees are very lush, the wind is gentle, and the ginkgo leaves dance "shua la la". The blood on the ground dripped and melted into the golden carpet.

  Lin Guang walked in this half-dream and half-awake state, like stepping on soft cotton candy, feeling a subtle pleasure in his heart.

  …

  【Poor bug catcher, why on earth did you keep me? 】

  【My wings are not gorgeous, and the shape and color are not perfect. I am no better than other butterflies. Why did you just fall in love with me? 】

  Lin Guang replied—

   "You are the first butterfly I have ever seen that is not afraid of a bug-catcher."

   "Of course I want to keep you."

  …

  【Then come and chase, then come and chase. 】

  【Poor bug catcher, come and chase me. 】

  …

  Lin Guang quickened his pace.

  For a moment, he forgot who he was and his mission, and only the stumbling butterfly was left in his eyes, with a layer of brilliant sunlight on its golden wings.

  He didn't dare to look away, the butterflies were too similar to those flying ginkgo leaves, and he also liked to take the initiative to hide in the ginkgo leaves.

   "But how can a butterfly be the same as a leaf?" he whispered.

  One is alive, a little miracle in the sun. One, however, has reached the end of its life, has fallen from its branches, and will soon become mud.

  …

  【Come on, come on, come on. 】

  【Insect catcher, chase me with all your strength, use your insect net to find a way to catch me. 】

  …

  Among the flying ginkgo leaves, butterflies shuttle among the old trees and fly above the sky-like trees that look like hundreds of feet tall buildings. Its wings open and close, reflecting the sunlight—so free and brilliant. It seems that the beauty of the whole world is gathered on that butterfly shadow.

  Lin Guang followed closely all the way, the butterfly was gradually compressed by him to escape space, and more and more bloodstains shed.

  …

  【Poor insect catcher...】

  …

   "Butterfly, what did you say?" Lin Guang heard the voice.

  …

  【You killed so many butterflies, stripped their lives, crushed their flesh. You are aloof and treat butterflies as your slaves, how can you be praised by butterflies? 】

  …

   "I'm a bug catcher, what praise do I want?" Lin Guang said, "There are too many ugly and stupid butterflies in this world, and the world doesn't need them."

  …

  【Stupid insect catcher, this is where your pity lies. 】

  【If God only assigns 30 great men to each era, the great men of each era will produce a fixed amount of advanced technology and ideas to keep civilization going. If you wiped out all the stupid people except the great ones, and the process of human history suddenly accelerated, do you think that you have extended the history of mankind, or shortened the history of mankind? 】

  【Human history, isn’t it a kind of ecological balance? Only a certain number of great men, a certain number of ordinary people, and a certain number of sinners can form an era formula. 】

  【The great man is responsible for speeding up the pace of the times. Sinners are responsible for slowing down the pace of the times and preventing the accelerated extinction of mankind. In this way, a civilization can have a long history. 】

  【From what angle do you judge the balance between 'great man' and 'stupid man'? 】

  …

  Lin Guang stared at the fleeing butterfly ahead.

   Its words pierced his heart more and more, like a knife cutting out his thoughts.

   "I..." he said softly.

  …

  【No butterfly will love you, and you cannot get love. 】 Butterfly said:

  【You have made so many butterfly specimens by yourself, you are doomed to sin, and you will never be able to get love in this life. 】

  …

   "I make specimens for the butterfly itself." Lin Guang said, "I'm just waiting for him to shoot me."

  …

【yes? 】

  The butterfly laughed:

【is that so? 】

  …

  Lin Guang was taunted by a butterfly, he felt angry.

  Holding the insect net tighter and tighter in his hand, he aimed at the position of the butterfly, swung it hard, and the insect net rushed towards it with a strong wind.

  …

  【Bug catcher—bug catcher—! 】

  【If your intention is good, why did you commit so many murders? 】

  【If you keep silent all the time, how can you be understood by others? 】

  【How can you repay the evil you committed with your own hands! How the creatures you kill with your own hands come back to life! Your sins cannot be washed away—]

  …

   "Enough." Lin Guang roared, "I've caught you!"

  His strength seemed to be too strong, and the insect net made a "whoosh" sound of breaking through the air.

   "Clatter, clatter—" the ginkgo leaves fluttered with his movements. The butterfly was cornered, but it still had to struggle. Its wings flapped violently. It was obviously so weak, but it had to fight until the last moment.

   So its butterfly wings shattered.

  Blood-red splashes splashed on the side of Lin Guang's face. He saw the butterfly under the insect net and saw its blood flow more and more, he smiled.

  The butterfly fell down.

   "Huhuhu—"

   There seemed to be a slight pain passing by the side of Lin Guang's face, like the sound of glass breaking, but he didn't care about it, he jumped down with the butterfly.

  He reached out, trying to catch the butterfly, but it fell so fast that all he could see was a golden dot in an instant.

  …

  【Sad bug catcher, are you really going to do this step? 】

  【If you don't catch me, I will really be broken. 】

  …

   "Slow down—slow down!" Lin Guang yelled, but the butterfly fell a few seconds before him, and he couldn't keep up.

  He fell to the bottom of the abyss and saw the broken butterfly, which was broken. He could only walk in front of it and wrap it around with the insect net in his hand.

   "..."

  In the silence, the haze in Lin Guang's eyes seemed to fade a little. He sensed something was wrong, and just as he was about to figure out the situation, he heard a familiar voice—

   "You did a good job, Lin Guang. I really didn't misread you."

  Lin Guang turned his head with hazy eyes, his field of vision was like shattered glass, suddenly revealing a realistic picture—

  A figure in a white coat and holding an umbrella came from the rain curtain of the city-state. The man stared at him with dark gray eyes, with a smile on his mouth, and there was a clear shoe print on his white coat.

  Lin Guang lowered his head in a daze, and looked over his shoulder—there were no ginkgo leaves, but the cold rain all over the sky.

Under the "bug net" made up of scarlet hoses, a figure was pressed under the layers of hoses. This person's black hair was sticky in the pool of water on the ground, and his arms were twisted at an unnatural angle. Blood spilled all over the place.

   "Your eyes are a little confused?" The **** approached with an umbrella: "Did you fall into hallucinations? What did you see and hear during this period? Did you dream that you were catching a butterfly?"

   Shenming lowered his voice and said with a smile:

"Actually, Su Ming'an was being chased by you all the way. You were so cruel to him. You used a hose to tear him apart, like tearing off the wings of a butterfly. You even drove him off the edge of the building. Seeing him fall from more than a hundred floors, it turns out that your spirit has already collapsed?"

   "Boom, boom, boom boom boom boom—"

  Lin Guang heard his own heartbeat clearly. He looked at Su Ming'an who was broken into pieces under the hose, and whimpered inexplicably from his throat.

  He squatted down, opened the hoses, and tried to rescue Su Mingan in the hoses. He felt his breathing becoming more and more rapid, and he was about to be out of breath.

   "Lin Guang, do you have something to hide from me?" Shen Ming said.

   "No." Lin Guang said.

   "During the hallucination just now, you seem to have spoken some information that I don't quite understand." Shen Ming said.

   "I...not." Lin Guang firmly denied it.

   But he soon realized that a hand was on his head. Then came the voice of the gods:

   "That's it for now."

   "Since you have dealt with Su Mingan, my plan no longer needs you. Although I am a person who keeps my promise, considering your instability, I should kill you."

   "Goodbye...no, goodbye forever, Lin Guang."

  …

  …

  Su Mingan opened his eyes.

  He is still leaning against the window, this is the hall on the highest floor, surrounded by still colorful middle-aged and elderly spring screens.

…strangeness. Why is he here?

  Ten minutes ago, Lin Guang suddenly wanted to catch him like crazy. He and Lin Guang circled in the hall for a while, and finally had no way to escape. They could only jump down from the 132nd floor, the highest floor of the building, causing serious injuries.

  He obviously fell to the ground, why did he suddenly return to the top floor?

  He was obviously seriously injured, why did his body recover as before?

   "Su Mingan." Suddenly, he heard someone calling him.

  As if looking at the sparks floating on the coast, Su Mingan's vision is still hazy. Su Mingan raised his head, and bumped into a pair of... emerald green eyes.

  In the hall, stood a white-haired young man in Hanfu.

   "Lu Shu?" Su Mingan hesitated.

   "It's me." Lu Shu said, "Here you are."

  Lu Shu stretched out his hand, and the pine crane and bamboo leaves embroidered on the Hanfu moved slightly. He was holding a bowl of tea, and the heat seemed to dissipate the entire cold night.

  Su Mingan hesitated for a moment, then took the tea bowl. Perhaps his hands were too cold, and with a flick of his fingers, the tea bowl fell to the ground.

  Lu Shu immediately said: "I'll go soak again."

   "Don't soak it."

  Lu Shu asked suspiciously, "Don't you like it? This seems to be the only help I can give you."

  Su Mingan stared at Lu Shu, carefully observing the surrounding vision, including the brightness, luminosity, and detail of the scenery. He has been deceived too many times, and he has already been vigilant in his heart. He asked, "Are you Lin Guang?"

  Lu Shu shook his head: "I am not."

  Su Mingan frowned, and asked again: "Then you are Beiliser?"

  Lu Shu shook his head: "He is broken, how could I be him."

  Su Mingan considered again: "Could it be that the gods themselves are also white haired? Are you a god?" He carefully thought about whether there were other white hairs in the Ninth World that could make him admit his mistake.

Lu Shu stopped making tea, and said in a daze, "I'm that good? So good that you have to double-check if it's me, so good that you cherish me so much? Could it be that you can't believe it when I'm back?" ?”

  Su Mingan nodded and said: "You are my companion, of course I hope you come back, I don't want you to die in the Ninth World... Wait, I understand."

   He whispered, as if grasping for an answer: "You must be hallucinating."

  Looking at Lu Shu's astonished expression, Su Mingan raised his head and said coldly, "You must be an illusion, a trap of the gods. I won't believe it anymore! Don't try to lie to me again."

  He took a step forward, grabbed Lu Shu's hand, and clenched his fingers tightly, making a "click" sound.

   "How can we decipher this illusion?" Su Mingan talked and found that Lu Shu was still in front of him. He looked around, trying to find something different.

  This must be an illusion, it cannot be reality.

   "Team Mu! Team Mu!" Su Mingan shouted everywhere. In the empty hall, only Lu Shu looked at him blankly.

   Lu Shu's pupils were full of sadness, he silently stared at Su Mingan, like looking at a long-term sick patient.

  (end of this chapter)