In the Galaxy Year 4075, Federation Planet C14.
A heavily armed force surrounded the Federation's highest laboratory and destroyed all the robots trying to resist. The commander of this operation came to the office of Dr. Eric, the first genius of the Federation, with a solemn expression.
"You are finally here, please come in." A gentle and polite voice came from behind the door, not at all like a vicious thug.
"Dr. Eric, you were arrested for subverting the federal crime. Due to the seriousness of the crime, you will lose the right to appeal. Come with us." The commander announced coldly.
"To subvert the Federation?" Dr. Eric sneered, sitting behind the test bench. "It's nonsense! Sooner or later, you will know that my actions will make the world a better place!"
"The system you loaded into our brains made us incapacitated. You know, it's fatal! Lei Feng, who is that? It's just a false history and a fictional character! If everyone is like him, Our world will be destroyed sooner or later! Doctor, I think you are crazy!" The commander frowned in disgust, and waved to the sergeant behind him, "Catch him."
As promised, the sergeant tried to push the mental-limiting injection into Dr. Eric's vein. Dr. Eric has no supernatural powers, nor does he have the blood of alien beasts, but his spiritual power is the highest in the entire Federation. In order to ensure that he is arrested and brought to justice, every person involved in the operation has been strictly selected and can withstand tremendous mental pressure.
Surprisingly, Dr. Eric didn't resist at all, and quietly watched the blue liquid enter his body. Just before falling into a coma, he said word by word in a hateful tone, "Since you cold-blooded races cannot be changed, you should all be destroyed! Go to hell!"
The commander frowned, feeling ominous. You know, what they are facing is a legendary figure from the Federation, and the action cannot be so smooth.
"It's not good, sir, we found a 300-pound ion bomb in the basement! It's covered with a level 10 energy membrane, and we have no way to remove it!" A hurried voice came from the communicator.
"All personnel retreat immediately!" The commander ordered loudly, and then looked at the subordinate who was trying to move Dr. Eric in a panic, "Don't move him!"
It's a pity that it was too late. The moment Dr. Eric's body slid off the chair, the pressure-bearing conductor placed under the chair cushion activated the ion bomb and removed the energy membrane. A dazzling white light flashed, and the federal highest laboratory and all the life inside turned into free ions and dissipated in the air. The gray sky was torn apart by a huge energy, and then disappeared in an instant.
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Earth, Country C, 201x.
A thin teenager sat at the computer desk and flipped the pages. His skin was very pale, his hair was half-length not short, and although his facial features were handsome, a pair of lifeless gloomy eyes covered most of his expression.
He mechanically clicked the mouse, browsed various game webpages with a blank face, and found a strategy game that he could complete alone without communicating with others.
A beautifully crafted advertisement pop-up window attracted his attention, and his finger that pressed the mouse stopped.
From infinity to eternity, the cycle of life and death! The most shocking adventure game of the year is grandly launched! Starship Warship, you deserve it! Dear, free trial for one month and free Taobao coins!
Nondescript and patchwork advertisements completely lower the quality of gorgeous pop-up windows. The teenager was a little disappointed, and moved the mouse to select Close.
The pop-up window was still there, and the teenager continued to click, and after repeated several times, he finally confirmed that his computer was poisoned. He stared at the screen expressionlessly, his dark eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, without any emotions such as anger, frustration, or anxiety. The blue light from the screen shrouded his dull face, and the atmosphere in the room was a little weird for a moment.
The boy sat quietly for a moment, moved his fingers slightly, and chose to try it immediately. A current ran along the mouse and into his fingertips, his vision went dark, and he collapsed silently into the swivel chair.
The scene changed too suddenly. One second he was still in his own room, but the next second he appeared in a student dormitory. Even the extremely expressionless teenager couldn't help but open his eyes wide.
But he calmed down quickly, and touched the canopy bed beside him with his hand, the touch was very real!
The boy was completely indifferent to his situation. He didn't want to know where he was, nor how to get back, and he didn't want to explore the mysteries. The world was meaningless to him. He lives, just to live.
He looked around the narrow dormitory, saw the open laptop on the desk, walked over slowly, and continued with what he hadn't finished—browsing the game webpage.
A few minutes later, there was a sound of footsteps, the bedroom door was pushed open vigorously, and five fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys came in laughing and laughing.
"Han Zhuoyu, I brought you a meal. Today I have your favorite braised pork ribs." The tallest boy came over and put the lunch box on the desk.
"Has the fever gone?" Another teenager asked worriedly.
Everyone gathered around, and you expressed your concern sentence by sentence.
The boy who appeared inexplicably, that is, Han Zhuoyu looked at them blankly. The faces of these five people looked familiar, and they were vaguely his classmates. But he alone could not be called out by name.
He didn't answer, but turned his head and continued to stare at the computer screen. No one cares about Han Zhuoyu, and Han Zhuoyu doesn't need other people's care, so everything in front of him is fake! No matter how real the touch is, it is fake!
After confirming this, the boy continued to browse the web, letting the group of people around him make noise and laugh. He is a world by himself, and no one can integrate into it.
"Enough!" The tall boy suddenly unplugged the power, and said seriously, "It's not good to be addicted to the Internet, and you still have a fever. Eat quickly, and sleep under the quilt after eating. I will treat you for a day." Fake."
The other four teenagers also tried their best to persuade them. It is not difficult to see from their intimate tone that they have a very good relationship with their roommate 'Han Zhuoyu'.
Han Zhuoyu looked at the blacked out computer screen expressionlessly. A few minutes later, he picked a bed at random, leaned on the pillow and fell asleep peacefully.
The five teenagers considerately lowered the volume of their conversation, and someone tucked up the quilt for Han Zhuoyu.
After waking up, Han Zhuoyu started his life in a different dimension. This is No. 1 Middle School of City H, which is no different from reality. He repeated the boring life of going to school, leaving school, eating, and sleeping every day. Although he kept silent, his roommates seemed to not care and cared for him.
On this day, Han Zhuoyu returned to the dormitory and found that the teenager sleeping on his upper bunk was crying. When he saw someone coming, he quickly wiped away his tears, his eyes were red.
If you are a normal person, you will definitely ask "what's the matter with you" at this time. But Han Zhuoyu didn't ask anything, just opened the lunch box and ate in silence. He put the vegetables and meat aside, took a bite of rice, then a bite of vegetables, and a bite of rice, and then a bite of meat, eating in a very regular and unhurried manner. This is a repetitive stereotype characteristic of people with autism.
The sound of the teenager crying came intermittently, and Han Zhuoyu acted as if he had never heard it. After eating, he washed the lunch box and turned on the laptop to play games.
It wasn't until other roommates came back one after another that the heartbroken teenager was comforted. His father was bankrupt and charged with commercial fraud.
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The teenagers who hadn't experienced any pain fell silent, and a sad atmosphere permeated the dormitory.
Han Zhuoyu yawned and climbed into bed to take a nap. He is always out of tune with everything around him.
A few days later, the weeping boy was taken away by his family. When he came back, he was already emaciated, with a glaring white cloth tied to his right arm. His father committed suicide in fear of crime, and his mother fled in a hurry, leaving him to his elderly grandparents.
From this day on, the originally joyful dormitory atmosphere was replaced by despair. Fifteen and sixteen-year-olds are most likely to be influenced by the outside world. If they hear too many pessimistic remarks, they will naturally become very depressed. A little setback will be magnified hundreds of times, and suddenly they will have the idea that there is nothing to love.
So-and-so fell out of love, so-and-so quarreled with their parents, so-and-so failed in exams and their grades fell... The whole world seems to be against them.
Han Zhuoyu turned a blind eye to their changes, and when they got together to talk about their darkest fears, he still played the game quietly.
One night, the young man who lost his father said quietly, "What's the point of living like this? It's better to die."
A suffocating silence spread. Everyone looked at each other, and after a while someone echoed, "I want to know what it's like to die, whether it will become a soul floating in the air."
"You're right, it's really meaningless to live, maybe it's more fun to die!" Another person echoed.
"I want to die too, but I'm afraid of pain." The most timid boy said in a low voice.
"Take sleeping pills and it won't hurt anymore." The father-bereaved boy said calmly.
After a moment of silence, everyone agreed.
Han Zhuoyu played the game expressionlessly.
The teenagers tried every means to collect sleeping pills, and the sporadic pills were hidden in the common piggy bank in the dormitory, and the piggy bank was placed next to Han Zhuoyu's computer.
Finally one day, the sleeping pills collected were enough for everyone to commit suicide. The father-bereaved boy locked the door, lit white wax, and distributed the pills to everyone. Even Han Zhuoyu got more than 20 pills.
"Let's eat, we're still good brothers down there after we finish eating." The father-bereaved boy stuffed a handful of sleeping pills into his mouth and gulped water.
Seeing his fearless actions, the other four teenagers seemed to be infected. They took pills one after another, lay on their respective beds, and threw themselves into the arms of death in the most relaxed posture.
When the dormitory fell into complete silence, Han Zhuoyu turned off the computer and stared at the twenty or so sleeping pills at hand in a daze. A few minutes later, he swept the pills into the trash and fell asleep in his own bed. He didn't think about advising them, or joining them, and he didn't even think about calling 120 to save their dying lives.
His world has always been only his own, and others have nothing to do with him, not to mention that he clearly and clearly knows that all of this is fake.
When he woke up the next day, he dressed slowly and went to class very normally, turning a blind eye to the five corpses lying on the bed. The teacher in charge of morning self-study kept asking him why his roommate didn't come, but he ignored him and just stared at the scenery outside the window in a daze.
The teacher left angrily and hurried to the dormitory to check the situation.
Screaming sirens resounded throughout the campus, and the murder of an adult in dormitory c14 shocked the whole city. As the only survivor, Han Zhuoyu received the most severe investigation. But he didn't say a word of defense from the beginning to the end, nor did he show the slightest confession. The case was closed a month later, five teenagers were convicted of committing suicide, and Han Zhuoyu was acquitted.
In the morning of that day, an inorganic electronic sound sounded in his mind c14 All dormitories are destroyed! Player Han Zhuoyu has fulfilled the conditions and will be bound to the system soon! The countdown begins, 10, 9, 8, 7...