First Player

Chapter 735 Chapter 733·"Yao Wen."

"——Welcome everyone to the dinner."

Akto wore a white suit similar to Su Mingan's, and the well-tailored suit outlined his slender figure. He raised his glass to people from afar.

The momentum on his body was neither sharp nor evil, but it was enough to suppress everyone.

Under the golden light, Akto walked slowly down the steps. There was a clear and vast aura in his eyes:

"I have always believed that reputation and virtue are the decorations of the soul. Without them, although the body is beautiful, it should not be considered beautiful. Just understanding the unique beauty in you is a proposition that interests me very much."

The light fell on his shoulders, and these richly dressed men and women were reflected in his dark gray pupils. He walked past the dessert table covered with white tablecloth, and the silver candlesticks glowed with a layer of gold and silver luster.

His hands were folded, as if observing and thinking.

"Obviously, everyone here is very beautiful in my eyes. I like your appearance." He faced people's gaze forward, stopped, and raised the red wine glass on the small table beside him: "May you be so beautiful. , spend a pleasant night here.”

People raised their glasses again.

Glittering crystal cups, sun-like crystal ceilings, sparkling diamonds on people's dresses.

——These radiant halos are dazzling.

Su Mingan squinted his eyes - is the Akto in his memory like this?

Not like that.

Akto doesn't like using mechanical legs, so he has been sitting in a wheelchair. This man is unlikely to be Akto, more like a god.

Suddenly, Akto tilted his wrist, and in a flash, he poured red wine on his white collar, staining his chest. The blood-colored liquid slid down the white suit and seeped into the red carpet.

"By the way, I don't like people's chests being too clean." He threw away the empty cup in his hand: "This shows that they only care about arranging their collars and paying attention to flashy appearance. I prefer you to have Bloody look.

Whether it's covering your clothes with frost or staining your collar red with blood, that's the kind of human being I love. I don’t want the roots of humanity to be lost, and human justice to be bound to the inescapable individual survival. in short--"

"I love how you are paving the way for the future."

He has a charm that makes everyone fall in love with him.

It seems that just a few words can defraud gamblers of all their chips.

People spilled the red wine in their hands on their chests one after another, as if this was some kind of unified sacrificial act. The bright red wine dripped down their clothes, leaving circles of marks on the smooth porcelain stone, like burning dead fire.

Such a uniform scene is like singing in unison.

Between the fragrant clothes and the shadows on their temples, they shouted——

We celebrate your great deeds.

We praise your name.

May you always lead us.

"..."

Su Mingan felt that Akto was more and more weird. His words have the magic power to confuse people. Even if he says some incomprehensible words, it's like he has a missionary halo skill.

"Then, please enjoy this dinner." Akto said the last word and left the banquet hall. He did not come to Su Ming'an alone, as if Su Ming'an did not exist.

"I'm going out for a while." Su Mingan said to Cheng Luohe and walked out.

After leaving the banquet hall, the cold and humid air came to face her, and Su Mingan's blushing face began to fade. He stood at the door for a moment and heard people talking:

"It is said that the city lord is working on the eight-type personality recently! It seems that he wants to formulate a new class order and use personality to divide classes..."

"Then we must have superior personalities. Haha, thinking about our contribution in the War of Dawn, the city lord will not treat us badly..."

Connected front and back.

Counting the time, Akto is almost ready to build a city of measurement. The city-state system of dividing personalities based on the dawn system has begun to take shape.

Su Mingan walked out and did not see Akto. Outside this door is a fountain garden, and the faint chirping of insects can be heard along the stone path. The garden is filled with roses and lilies that look like real flowers under simulated light and scent.

He heard the sound of a swing swinging. Looking closer, under the moonlight, a black-haired father and son were talking, and the boy's short legs were swinging on the swing.

"Why don't you go to the dinner? We are all here, why are you so angry?" The father educated his son.

"I don't like that city lord! I don't want to go in and see him! He is just a tyrant!" The boy looked unconvinced.

"Don't say this kind of thing for the rest of your life. Keep it in your stomach and never say it at home!" My father said, "You just need to work hard for the city-state and don't have any small ideas! Don't play with your little resistance buddies! Those They are all bad boys!”

A cold wind blew and the rose bushes rustled. Su Mingan approached the father and son, and his eyes caressed the middle-aged father's face for a while.

After a moment, Su Mingan spoke:

"Yao Wen?"

The middle-aged father was slightly startled. He turned his head, revealing a face full of vicissitudes of life, with cloudy eyes.

"Do you know me? Who are you?" the middle-aged father said.

This young boy who took the risk to lure the enemy away during the War of Dawn and was never heard from again grew up safely, even got married and had children, turning into a middle-aged man who obeyed the city-state and lost his blood.

Su Mingan said: "Today's city lord has suddenly become cruel and ruthless. Who do you think I am?"

Yaowen's eyes flickered for a while, seeming to confirm, but also seeming to hesitate. His fingers rubbed the skin on the back of his neck, as if arranging his hair.

He remained silent, only his son happily said: "Brother, you are here to overthrow the city lord, right! I support you! That bad city lord has captured many of my friends!"

"Sorry, children can't speak." Yaowen pulled his son back and looked away: "I don't know you."

He had obviously used the honorific, which meant that Yaowen had guessed Su Mingan's true identity, but he still had to be blind.

"...I understand." Su Mingan said.

Looking at Yaowen, he seemed to see many adults whose edges had been smoothed away, gradually becoming smooth and sophisticated, and giving up many things for stability. People said this is called growth - it is very rational, and it is the best combination of all factors. Judge, he will not accuse.

He turned around.

"——That." Yaowen couldn't help but speak and told Su Mingan some information: "The city lord's real mother was mean and often abused the city lord when he was a child. She died before the catastrophe of the century. So in two dimensions, the city lord simulated He created the image of his ideal mother, named Feisi - she likes to give him milk, likes to nag, she is essentially the mother's character template. So when she got along with us, she would be like a mother who was too young."

Su Mingan nodded. Yaowen actually knew the truth about the two-dimensional world, but it was a pity that he couldn't share the same journey.

He was about to take a step when Yaowen said again:

"——Only by obeying the gods can humans survive. Those who resisted have been arrested, including Sen. Isn't it?"

This is to persuade them to surrender.

Perhaps in Yaowen's eyes, given Su Ming'an's current situation, it is simply impossible to seize power in Doomsday City.

"Sen was the benefactor who took you in. But now you say it in such a frivolous tone." Su Mingan said: "How sad, that is your senior."

He didn't want to stay any longer.

But I heard Yaowen crying:

"I'm sorry... I don't have any seniors who can't see the reality clearly."

Su Mingan turned around and saw Yaowen with tears streaming down his face under the moonlight. He was already old, and muddy tears flowed down his gorge-like face. He held his little son, carrying him slightly on his back. Time not only takes away some people's youthful looks, but also flattens their pride.

"If you can't see the reality clearly...it's useless no matter how passionate you are..." Yaowen choked with sobs: "City Lord, I am no longer a young boy who will sacrifice myself. I have a wife and son. I'm sorry that I can't Follow you..."

He removed his fingers from the nape of his neck, and a few strands of black hair fell to the ground.

Su Mingan stopped stopping and walked towards the banquet hall.

Only one big and one small child were left under the moonlight, standing next to the empty swing, drawing out long black shadows.

"Click."

Su Mingan quietly entered the banquet hall. On the high platform, Akto was sitting in front of a piano and playing, his fingers seemed to be pulling the flowing moonlight.

…Historically, Aktor did play the piano.

Su Ming'an had heard this piano piece before. It was a variation of the Song of Freedom. It was ironic that this piece of music that declared war on the gods was actually played by the gods themselves.

After the song ended, Akto walked off the stage, and the men and women at the banquet applauded and complimented him with all their praises.

"It's just a personal hobby, it's nothing." Akto said modestly. Suddenly, he moved his eyes and raised his voice:

"I heard that there is another person in this banquet hall who is good at piano. Can we let him play a song for us?"

His voice penetrated the huge banquet hall. People's eyes wandered around, trying to find this person.

"Does any of us know how to play the piano?"

"Who..."

"It's such an honor for this person to be remembered by the city lord..."

Cheng Luohe immediately grabbed Su Ming'an's sleeve: "Sir, don't stand up, let him be embarrassed alone."

But soon, Cheng Luohe discovered that this was wrong. Even though no NPC knew that Su Mingan could play the piano, the players present knew that they all looked at the sofa where Su Mingan was sitting.

——The players’ gaze betrayed Su Mingan.

At this moment, Akto looked at Su Mingan at the right time and said with a smile: "Can I ask you to come up and play a song? The new commander of the underground city."

People looked solemn.

Anyone who has anything to do with the dungeon will cause large-scale purges and massacres, but now the city lord actually invites the chief of the dungeon...

In the midst of everyone's nervous, joking, hesitant and hesitant gazes, Su Mingan raised his head and said calmly:

"don't want."

He rejected Akto.

Everyone held their breath, because according to past experience, the city lord would be furious.

"Can you tell me the reason?" Akto was very patient.

"If I play, I will suppress your skills and make them worthless." Su Mingan said.

The banquet hall became buzzing.

After a moment of silence, Akto said calmly: "It doesn't matter, I really want to feel your music."

Su Mingan stopped refusing and stood up. He walked onto the high platform, and everyone's eyes were always on his back.

His fingers paused on the keys for a moment, and then Su Mingan began to play. He just needs the emotional value.

What he played was the self-composed "Missing", which he had performed for students at the University of Constantine in the city of measurement. The melody was dense and melancholy, but also carried a freedom that transcended the times. The notes are like the bright and graceful moonlight, or like the spring breeze caressing the grass.

People gradually heard the difference.

The piano music Akto just played was more like showing off his skills, like a robot pressing the keys quickly and step by step. But Su Mingan is different. There is emotion in his piano music, which is more like a flowing stream than a dry ditch.

"..."

People immediately fell silent. Even after Su Mingan finished playing the song, no one dared to applaud. People looked at Akto standing by the piano in fear, fearing that Thunder would be furious after he was slapped in the face.

Akto was also silent for a while.

After a moment, he said softly: "It's really different from me..."

Su Mingan stared at his face.

"Guess what I heard?" Akto said.

"I won't guess." Su Mingan said.

"Suffering." Akto himself answered: "Even if it is a melodious tune, I can hear enough suffering... Suffering is embedded in your life. This is something I cannot play."

Akto turned around and looked at the silent men and women.

"That's right." Akto pointed at Su Ming'an as if nothing happened, and suddenly said something that shocked everyone:

"This is the Lord of Akto City who has led you for more than thirty years - he established this city-state, continued human civilization time and time again, and saved all of your lives. And I am just a dove magpie. Nest’s impostor, and now he’s appeared—are any of you going to follow him?”

His voice was not loud, but it was enough for everyone to hear in the extremely quiet room.

Su Mingan was startled.

He looked at the people. Several people seemed to be excited and wanted to support Su Ming'an.

"By the way, there's one more thing." Akto added: "Now I am the only one who can contact [Tavi]'s resources, but he cannot."

For a moment.

The fire in these people's eyes went out.

The banquet hall was silent.

"..."

Su Mingan's hand rested on the piano board, trembling slightly.