361 Chapter 355: A Slow-Paced, Healing Ga? You Must Be Kidding!
The magnitude of the online controversy was just a gentle breeze for Lincoln, not affecting his state of mind at all.
However, unlike Lincoln, the employees of Cloud Dream, who saw the uproar online, couldn't help but feel uneasy, and they had already started discussions in their private chat groups:
"What's going on with our boss?"
"Yeah, when making casual gas, everything is filled with love and peace, and a good atmosphere. Why does it get so ssed up when it cos to big gas?"
"This is the second ti, right?"
"Indeed, last ti it was a girlfriend cheating, brother's betrayal, killing his own father, and the secret crush committing suicide on the spot..."
"This ti's too much too, killing his wife right off the bat!"
"Could it be that there is a conservation law, after healing players with a casual ga, you have to make a big ga to hurt them again?"
"Ah, if that's the case, that's kind of psychologically twisted, isn't it?"
...
Eventually, they ca to a temporary conclusion:
"It's only been two tis, so it's too early to co to a conclusion. Let's just wait and see what happens with the next one."
"But if the next big ga is still like this, then it's pretty much confird!"
Intern Camille looked at the ssages in the employee chat group, chuckling and feeling helpless.
How could that be? Lincoln was completely normal!
But looking at the overwhelming "emotional trauma" and "single dog resentnt" online, it was hard to ignore.
Finally, she couldn't help but take out her mobile phone and send a text ssage to her class monitor, Xu Qiuyun-
"Monitor, do you know anything about Lincoln's past? Has he ever been hurt emotionally?"
...
On the other hand, Super Tomato hurried back to his ho.
Walking through the spacious living room, looking at Helen in a wedding dress in the picture fra, he didn't know what to do for a mont.
—At this very mont, friends and family were supposed to be coming to mourn, drink, and console each other in the living room.
But in order to maintain the coherence of the players' emotions, this part was also removed by Cloud Dream.
After scattering in the cetery, Helen's friends and family would not appear again.
Super Tomato looked at the living room and the task panel.
On the panel, there was only a moving countdown tir – it seed like the second hand moved once per second, but looking at the quickly changing sky outside, Super Tomato realized: the moving hand was probably the hour hand...
One second was equivalent to one hour.
The sky quickly darkened.
"Ding dong—"
The doorbell rang.
A delivery truck was parked outside, and Super Tomato opened the door to sign for the "package."
Out of habit when testing gas, he didn't write "John Wick" on the signature, but drew a tomato instead.
The courier in front of him remained expressionless, calmly accepting the docunt and handing him a letter and a pet travel box.
Super Tomato took the box, looked at the familiar little beagle inside, and raised the corner of his mouth with interest.
After saying goodbye to the courier and returning to the living room, Super Tomato opened the box, took out the familiar beagle, and noticed the naplate on the beagle's collar, which read "Nancy" on the front, and "Milkshake" on the back.
Super Tomato didn't care about the English na at all, and directly greeted the dog—
"Hello, Little Milkshake!"
Milkshake was very sensible, barking softly twice, then imdiately stretching out her tongue, intending to lick Super Tomato's face.
"Hahaha, no way! No licking!"
Super Tomato pulled Little Milkshake away, rubbed its doggy head, and finally put her on his lap, picking up the letter.
'John, I'm sorry I can't accompany you anymore, but you still need to go out and love soone or sothing. Why not start with her?
After all, that car of yours doesn't count.
I love you, John.
We've both been tornted by illness for too long. Now that I've found peace within, it's your turn to find it.
Your best friend forever,
Helen.'
After reading the letter, so scenes flashed through Super Tomato's mind via the neural modulator-demodulator's translation of digital to neural signals:
The priest's sermon in the church.
Helen surrounded by flowers in a coffin.
Emaciated, gasping Helen on a hospital bed.
Helen walking hand in hand in the setting sun, smiling as she looked back.
The intimate embrace on the beach, the warm and ticklish touch of cheeks pressed together.
Moving into the new ho, waking up together in the morning light, and her gentleness as she looked at him.
...
Finally, the scene returned to the familiar wedding.
Only this ti, he was not sitting in the audience, but standing on stage.
Helen, wearing a white wedding dress, quietly looked at him, her eyes full of love.
...
When the flashback ended, Super Tomato clearly knew that these were all false mories, soone else's story, but he still felt a bit choked up.
"Lincoln, you're absolutely despicable."
After saying that, he picked up the Milkshake on his lap, "From now on, it's just the two of us together."
Super Tomato stroked the dog while checking the task guide: The next task is the second day, and the clock on the panel starts jumping hour by hour again.
Super Tomato waited for the countdown while analyzing for his audience, "Although it's really tough to start with killing your wife, Cloud Dream is indeed serious about making gas. You can see they put a lot of care into many details. So, my reasonable guess is: They didn't do it just to disgust players; this must be an important trigger event."
"Plus, Lincoln didn't completely lose his humanity. After hurting players, he still knew to send each person a little milkshake to console them."
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