[one]
In the dark and dilapidated house, the pointer points to five o'clock.
A pair of bony hands held the mouse tremblingly, and quickly clicked on the software icon hidden deep in the folder.
After a while, a simple picture appeared on the screen.
That is the picture quality that only original pixel games have, with red lines on a black background, a simple square hut in the center of the screen, and a cluster of golden flowers in the lower right corner of the screen. The inside of the hut looks empty, but if you look closely, you can see a very poor silver coin in the corner.
Seeing this, his face was full of despair, and his lips trembled, revealing a mouth full of rotten teeth.
He covered his mouth in despair and looked down at the bottom corner of the screen again. There are six lines of text written in the common working language of the United Nations, of which the line belonging to Chinese is:
Account Balance: 1 Bitcoin.
The owner of the room stood up and walked aimlessly. He knocked over the coffee table in the center of the room, knocked over the coffee table in the center of the room, and some of the white drug powder left on the table was scattered. He quickly squatted down to clean up, but those things It was too little, he licked the table twice and nothing was left.
This made him stand up again, and couldn't help gnawing at his wrists.
The creaking sound from the wooden floor became more and more urgent, and the whole space became more and more anxious in response to the shrill cry of the prostitute next door. He couldn't take it any longer, went to the table and picked up the needle, trying to pierce his temple.
At this moment, there was a light sound of jingle in the sound.
He thought he had hallucinations, and he was dazedly searching for the source of the sound. The room was still dark and chaotic, which made him not even notice a silver coin that was falling from the ceiling of the hut on the computer screen.
With the tip of the needle against his temple, he could end his life with just a little force.
Suddenly, the small silver coin seemed to be flipping a switch, and countless silver bright spots fell from the sky. Those bright spots grew from small to large, fluttering like snowflakes, and finally turned into silver coins piled up at the bottom of the screen.
The same six lines of text slowly descended and stayed above the money pile.
The owner of the room grinned, revealing bright red lips and yellow to black teeth, and laughed wildly silently.