Why is the NPC Frightened By Me Again [Infinite Stream]

Years later, the master of up stood in the team who smuggled to the ground because of star chasing, and he would definitely remember the distant afternoon of the live broadcast on the 81st. At that time, he was still a ghost animal, the wives on wenbo were still producing, and there was no idol team called ll in the world. And those men, they still love each other...

Sorry, there is a string of words here.

After the live broadcast, No. 81 quickly cut off the communication and left a honeypot for the greenhouse network experts who heard the news. Many greenhouse residents looked at the pitch-black screen in front of them, and after a brief moment of stunned, they began to breathe out fragrance.

"No. 81 made the master laugh, and made idol 101? This is really stupid."

"Speaking of which, why are they still alive? Greenhouse capital, don't mind them!"

"Huh? What are you going to do on the 81st? What other surprises do you have that I don't know about.jpg?"

"Boycott 101, don't turn is not a greenhouse person."

"Wuwuwu, I was demolished by the master himself, I'm so miserable!"

...Ignoring the last comment that was inconsistent with the previous style of painting, the comeback of No. 81 was indeed like a cockroach at the bottom of a half-drinked cup of milk tea, setting off a big wave in the hearts of all greenhouse people.

When everyone was questioning and figuring out what the so-called Wasteland 101 was, Wasteland 101 was officially opened!

Countless live studios have invaded the greenhouse's network like a virus. They sometimes appear suddenly in the wenbo feed, sometimes appear suddenly on the website of the Literature City, and some carry gorgeous greetings, and appear suddenly in the mailbox with the festival. These small advertisements in the live broadcast room are like the hair loss of college students due to staying up late, and in the end, they become a prairie prairie.

After closing the live broadcast room countless times, the residents of the greenhouse are gradually attracted by the content in the video. What is shown in the live video is a natural and beautiful picture of life. 100 men, women and children, each with their own life.

Those who are in good health work in the fields and watch the golden ears of wheat fly at their fingertips. Those with a beautiful figure stretch out their arms and dance in the sunlight like a swan. Some people are good at painting, so they use a brush to outline a landscape of people. Some people like machines, so they use a lathe to pull out the handle of a hammer...

No reposts, no blood-sucking, no cp speculation, no head scratching, and no one claiming to be a good-looking anchor. It's just like this, with fireworks, secular people. It's just that there are all beings who have their own strengths and sorrows.

And the platform that broadcasts these live broadcasts has only one name—

'home'.

Greenhouse Capital, Eastside.

Moonlight filtered through the window and streamed on the wooden table. The woman looked at the examination report on the table and closed her eyes.

A tear fell down her cheek.

"...The report tells us to take Xiaoling to the recycling center in three days..."

The little girl who was still dreaming was awakened by the sound in the living room.

She rubbed her eyes and crawled out of the bed. Stepping on her fluffy bunny slippers, she carefully opened the door and walked gently to the living room.

Three days ago, she went through what every greenhouse person goes through, a genetic test for criminality. Today, the family got a report. Just as soon as the envelope containing the report was opened, she was coaxed into bed by her mother.

"We'll discuss it when your father comes back."

Mom said so.

"...Do you think I think! Isn't Xiaoling our two children!" The mother's scream came from the living room, "I watched her grow up, what kind of child is she, don't I Isn't it better than those machines?! Why is it just for a test, we..."

"An An, be quiet." The man hugged the woman who was on the verge of collapse, "Don't let Xiao Ling hear you."

Mother's sobbing still echoed in the living room. Xiao Ling stood in the corridor, the silver moonlight fell on her small figure through the glass window.

For the first time, she felt the weight and "sadness" of the moonlight.

"...Actually, it's not that there is no other way." The man's suppressed voice sounded from the living room.

"How?" the woman asked eagerly.

"Go up, go to 'home'."

"You're crazy, that's a defection!"

"...But so what? You don't want Xiaoling to go to that kind of place..."

…

"...There is a way to go, and there are not too many roadblocks set up by the authorities. When we get there, we will be safe. The road is very safe, and there will not be too many dangers..."

The parents' discussion became more and more low and urgent. Xiaoling couldn't understand the content of their discussion, but she knew that this seemed to be a very important matter.

It's very important, very worrying, and makes my parents give up everything they have now...

'Did I do something wrong? ' She thought a little bewildered, 'What did I do wrong to make Mom and Dad so worried? ’

'Is it because I was disobedient and didn't be a good boy, so my parents quarreled in the middle of the night? ’

She thought so, the floor-to-ceiling glass windows were blown open by the wind.

A gust of summer wind blew in along the window, blowing up the white gauze curtains. On the other side of the window glass, is another family's home.

The little girl remembered that her mother said that there seemed to be a pair of red-haired twin daughters in another family’s home, but they were both taken away and sent to a nursing home by their parents.

She would know this because one of the girls had been sent back here more than a month ago - in the form of an urn. Disgusted by her parents who could not avoid it, they buried the box outside the courtyard gate, without even setting a tombstone for her.

She took a step forward, and vaguely, she saw that in the night, a person seemed to be standing beside a deep pit, picking up something with his hands.

He was tall, wearing a baggy red suit and a high top hat on his head. The top hat covered half of his face, making it impossible to see his face.

A gust of wind blew, and the little girl's long hair scattered on her back rose together with the falling petals.

"you…"

Outside the half-opened glass window, another young man appeared. He was wearing a baggy black suit with an open neckline and the corners of his shirt were not tucked into his suit pants. He wears a white mask with long bunny ears on his head.

Under the moonlight, he just stood there quietly, looking at the little girl in rabbit slippers.

"Shh." The man stretched out a long finger. "Be quiet and don't let other people know that we're here."

The little girl nodded.

"You are a good boy."

A beautifully packaged candy landed in the little girl's hand. She raised her head and looked at the young man in a tall hat: "Who are you?"

"I'm a rabbit who only goes crazy in March," said the young man.

"Then... what about him?"

"He?" The young man in the rabbit mask looked at the other person who was taking out the black box from the deep pit, and the eyes under the mask became gentle, "He is a writing desk."

"…why?"

"Because he is the most unique lunatic in the world."

"Goodbye." The young man in the rabbit mask rubbed the little girl's head. "Next time you're at home alone, don't casually talk to the strange uncle passing by, of course, except for someone as handsome as me."

After saying this, he snapped his fingers, and a gust of wind blew. When the little girl opened her eyes again, the courtyard in front of her was empty.

Only the candy lying in her palm proved to her that all this was not a dream.

On the way back to the ground, Lin Huai glanced at Chu Tian Shu Xu.

"After digging the pit just now, what did you do over there alone?" Lin Huai leaned on the back of the invisible spaceship and stared at the profile of the person who was driving the spaceship.

"I saw a little girl who seemed to be lost on the road of life," said Chu Tianshu, "so I educated her in the past..."

"Tsk, I saw you giving her candy." Lin Huai glanced at Chu Tianshu's pocket, "I didn't expect you to be so loving... Or are you a lo*ic*n?"

"In the middle of the night, children don't go to bed, but chat with strange uncles who are passing by suspiciously. It's easy to be abducted into a strange MLM organization." Chu Tianshu said, "So I gave her a turntable from the system. The super sour, spicy and strange-flavored candy drawn from here, I hope she can learn this lesson when she is so sour, crying and rolling on the ground, and don't talk to strange uncles who break into private houses that she doesn't know at night. —Even if the other party is handsome and wears a cute rabbit mask... For this reason, I did not hesitate to use fairy tales to make beautiful packaging..."

"You..." Lin Huai showed a rather contemptuous expression after a brief shock, "You will only leave a shadow of childhood on people! Tsk, sure enough, you are worthy of the logic of God..."

"...for the second question," Chu Tianshu raised the handle, "I prefer thinking, action-packed, and flamboyant little animals to Lolita..."

...Lin Huai quickly ignored his words and told himself not to care about a cat pie. He thought about it for a while, and then said with some puzzlement: "Why is it a writing desk?"

"What?"

"Why do you say I'm a writing desk?" Lin Huai looked at his hands in confusion, "Could it be because I look a lot like Lu Xun? No, I don't look like..."

The blue flame burned quietly, and Chu Tianshu adjusted the horsepower to the highest level. The smooth-lined spaceship follows a beautiful streamline, passing through the earth's crust and reaching the sky.

And at this moment, he stretched out his hand, flicked his finger up, and knocked off Lin Huai's hat.

The dark high hat fell on the ground, Lin Huai's eyes widened, and for the first time, he felt the confusion that he couldn't control.

"Because, before or after reincarnation, you have no childhood." Chu Tianshu said.

Lin Huai: …

The spaceship was quietly docked inside the home. The two got off the plane in tandem.

Walking in front was Lin Huai who was still rubbing his fists. Walking behind was Chu Tianshu who was rubbing his head.

"Brother Lin, Boss Chu," Lu Xiaotian saw the two coming, and began to wave to them, "Today, dozens of people who volunteered to defect from the ground have come. According to the previous practice, they have been registered. "

Zhao Jingtian also carried a long knife and walked over with a cold face: "The last sanatorium has been liberated, they have been brought into their homes, and they will start to organize production and study tomorrow."

Ai Lian also ran over: "Today's hot searches are all made by our cheap entertainment, although they have been withdrawn many times...but..."

Chu Tianshu hammered Lin Huai and went to the office. Lin Huai only went to the one he cared about most. He sat on the heap of corn, and Ellen sat beside him.

"How's the general election today?" Lin Huai said without forgetting his original intention.

"As you can see, the final 11 members have been decided," Elaine said. "This is the final ballot."

Lin Huai hummed, took the booklet and began to open it. He flipped from the first page to the last page very roughly.

Then, stop.

"Why 102 people?" he asked.

"Because," Ellen said quietly, "because number 81...is you."

Lin Huai quietly turned to the penultimate page and saw that the number of votes for No. 81 was—

101 votes.

Not much, not much.

"…There's no way to join the public vote, but we're open to internal voting. Each contestant has a vote, and they can vote for themselves or for someone else," Ellen said. "Who they ultimately voted for—"

It's all you.

"...Tsk." She heard Lin Huai's low laughter, "This kind of feeling of relying on the backstage to get votes is really unbelievable."

After speaking, he threw the voting book aside: "I won't be able to make a career anyway, by the way, here it is."

A small black box, along with a stuffed doll, was stuffed into the red-haired girl's arms.

"Well, it's your sister. Instead of sleeping in the cold yard, let her stay by your side." Lin Huai said, "As for this, it's a toy for you and her before."

After he finished speaking, he stood up, patted the dust on his trousers, and rubbed Ellen's head vigorously with his hands: "Don't cry before I leave, this is the manager's business order, and it should be used at the wine table. The same smiling face on me when facing investors. Speaking of which, writing desk... eh? Writing desk?"

The wine-red hair was messed up, but Ellen suddenly remembered the first day of the Eden Fair.

That day, when she was curled up in a cage, the person who could decide her life and death looked at her coldly and said, "Get rid of her."

... maybe there's nothing wrong with dying like that. she thought so. Like sinking into the deep sea, sinking into the deep earth...

Just like her sister.

Then, she had fallen into despair, but in the deep sea where she was gradually drowning, she heard an earth-shattering "Boom!".

"Fuck you!" she heard the man laughing. "Who's going to be your good boy? What I'm going to do is..."

"The number one idol in the greenhouse!"

"Why?" She sat on the heap, and finally, only her own voice was heard, "Why did you take us to... home?"

Those who were about to leave stopped.

"Because I'm crazy all year round," he said.