Chapter 396: Trance Dream

"What is the ending?"

The producer of the game "Dawn" looked at Su Mo and asked a question with a smile.

This is an indescribable dark space. There is no light source in it. There is only endless darkness in all directions, but Su Mo can clearly see himself and each other. He and the producer seem to be the only two entities here.

"What is the ending?"

The producer asked again, as if urging Su Mo to answer.

Su Mo was a little confused at this time. He didn't know where this place was, nor did he know why he came here.

"What is the ending?"

It was not until the producer asked the question for the third time that Su Mo looked over in a daze.

"The ending" Su Mo murmured these two words and answered subconsciously, "The ending is to clear the game, the final BOSS is defeated, the last main task is completed, everything is over, and the ending is the end."

The producer asked with a smile: "What is after the ending?"

Su Mo: "Uh, there is nothing after the ending. Producer list?"

Producer: "So, what is your ending?"

Su Mo: "I have all the achievements and have played every ending."

Producer: "No, I'm not asking this, I want to ask - what is your ending? Or what kind of ending do you want?"

Su Mo asked with some doubts: "What's the point of asking this? Do you want to commend me, a player with all the achievements, and make a special ending for me?"

Producer: "It's not that I want to make an ending for you, but what kind of ending do you want for this journey to dawn?"

Su Mo was even more confused: "Your question is very strange, isn't the ending of everyone death? Either die accidentally in the middle of the journey, or die of old age or illness in old age, people will die in the end."

Producer: "Death is the ending of life, not the ending of the game . "

Su Mo: "So? What does this have to do with me? I have a new life in the Dawn World. This is not a game. I don't need to consider the so-called ending."

The producer still had a mysterious and deep smile on his face, and simply asked two words: "Really?"

Su Mo was silent for a long time, his lips were tightly pursed, and sometimes trembled slightly, and finally asked back: "Isn't it?"

The producer did not answer Su Mo's words, his eyes were so deep that he could not see the bottom, and he slowly said: "Think about a question, what kind of ending do you want?"

Su Mo was confused by this roundabout way Getting a little annoyed, he said loudly: "The ending I want is to live happily with everyone until we die. Are you satisfied with this?!"

The producer still didn't answer, but just smiled. His figure began to dim, as if blending into the darkness, with only the faint whisper echoing:

"Su Mo, think about your ending."

"Like you said, the ending is the end."

"Everything is over, it's the ending."

"After the ending, there is nothing."

"Hiss" Su Mo suddenly opened his eyes and woke up from his dream.

It was late at night, he was lying in the bedroom of the Edge Building, the spacious double bed was covered with thick duvets and soft blankets, the fireplace exuded warm temperature, dispelling the severe cold of late winter.

He looked at the electronic calendar on the wall, the faint fluorescence hooked the date numbers, today is the last day of the 155th year of Dawn, and tomorrow is the new year.

Since the April of the previous year, when Luo's big game under the Crescent City ended, almost three years have passed.

During these three years, Su Mo had a dream over and over again, a dream that was the same.

He dreamed of the producer of the game "Dawn", who kept asking him what kind of ending he wanted.

This question actually made no sense to Su Mo.

Due to the butterfly effect after crossing, he had a drastic impact on the world, and the plot line was completely chaotic, and it had nothing to do with any of the original plots in the game.

Ending?

What does the ending in the game have to do with him?

Even if he continued to run towards a certain game ending to meet its triggering conditions, so what?

After playing the ending in the game, the production team list would pop up. No matter how exciting the game was, the player had to return to reality from the virtual world, and everything would end.

But reality was different.

Even if he played an "ending" in reality, wouldn't it be the same afterwards? Life would continue, either he would die in an accident one day, or he would get older and older, die of illness or old age after dozens or hundreds of years.

What did the ending have to do with him?

Su Mo looked out the French window. It was snowing heavily in late winter. The night view of Xinyue City was particularly blurred under the cover of snowflakes. The high-rise buildings in the distance showed dim silhouettes in the night. The neon lights on the buildings were faintly visible, shining in the snow, casting beautiful light and shadows.

Some snowflakes fell on the windows, slowly turning into drops of water, sliding down the glass, and the scenery became blurred as they intertwined, as if turning this bedroom into an independent little world. The city outside was so close, yet so far away.

Just as Su Mo was staring at the night in a daze, a soft body squeezed over and hugged him in the quilt.

Qi Ling was not wearing pajamas, and the skin-to-skin contact brought a haunting touch. The blush left by the lingering before going to bed could still be seen on her slender neck.

She curled up in Su Mo's arms like a kitten, whispering: "Dream again?"

Su Mo nodded gently: "It's the same dream."

All along, he had not told Qi Ling the actual content of the dream, but just used a more euphemistic way of saying it to convey a similar meaning.

Qi Ling raised her little hand and gently stroked Su Mo's cheek, her eyes looking a little blurred: "It's the end of the year again. Do you remember the end of the year when we just met?"

"You asked me, if this world is fake, and there is another real world waiting for me to go back, what would I choose."

Su Mo smiled knowingly, left a kiss on her forehead, and said gently: "Tell me - where I am, you choose."

"The answer I give you is the same."

Qi Ling was like a happy kitten, hugging Su Mo tighter, and closed her eyes in his arms: "Good night, my love."

Su Mo hugged his beloved and immersed himself in the warmth of the night.

Wrapped in a soft duvet, the skin touched the delicate touch, and the girl's body fragrance lingered between the wings of his nose. Su Mo's heartbeat gradually slowed down, and soon his breathing became even, and he fell asleep.

Once again, he had the dream that he had had over and over again for two years.

In his hazy consciousness, he couldn't even tell whether the voice appeared in the dream or really existed in his ears.

"Su Mo, think about your ending."

"The ending is the end."

"Everything is over, that's the end."

"After the ending, there is nothing."

The ending is the end.

After the ending, there is nothing

Quietly, Su Mo opened his absent-minded eyes.

The deep night of the cold winter was extremely quiet, with only the sound of snow hitting the window gently, rustling, and the heating was clearly lingering in every inch of space, but it could not dispel the chill deep in his heart.

That was the chill brought by seeing the truth.

Qi Ling had fallen asleep at this time, and she did not hear Su Mo's trembling voice.

"I'm sorry, Ling." (End of this chapter)