Staring at the screen, Han Fei's eyes were glued to the screen. He could not understand why the comedian would search for something like this.
From Han Fei's perspective, the man had everything that he once wanted. He was a good comedian, had many works that were loved by the public, lived in a spacious house and could lie on a comfortable sofa.
The man in Room 4094 was the ideal version of himself in Han Fei's mind but when Han Fei met the man in person, he realized the man was not only unhappy, his life had reached a dangerous stage.
'Why is this happening?'
After a short interaction, Han Fei could see that the comedian was a kind and gentle person. When Han Fei visited with his child in the middle of the night, the first thing that came to the man's mind was not the dark side but the child was sick and needed help.
'He shouldn't be living like this, this kind of person shouldn't be living like this!' Han Fei saw his own shadow in the comedian. He repeated that sentence in his mind but more than anything else, he did not want himself to be shaken.
The phone on the sofa vibrated, it was a new message.
Han Fei tapped the screen subconsciously. It was a private message.
Tendon asked, "Can you contact Yan Zu? I've sent him many messages and called him many times but he hasn't replied. "
Stubby: "He has deleted everything from his WeChat Moments. When I clicked on it, it was empty."
Stubby: "Are you there? Firefly? You've been popping up less and less recently, don't scare me! "
The person called Stubby Brain sent several messages in a row. The comedian, who was still busy in the bedroom, heard the vibration. He hurriedly ran out of the bedroom.
Picking up the phone, after the young man finished reading the messages, he immediately made a call but there was no answer.
He called several times in a row, but there was only a busy tone on the other side of the phone. No one picked up or hung up, as if there was an invisible black hole.
'Why isn't he answering? Didn't we agree on this? '
The calmness on the young man's face had completely disappeared. Han Fei had no idea who was on the other side of the phone but he could sense the young man's anxiety.
Opening the group chat, the young man messaged many people before he finally received a reply.
After reading the reply, he stood in the middle of the living room, maintaining his posture, motionless, his eyes fixed on the screen.
After a long time, when Han Fei walked over and saw the content on the phone, he finally reacted.
He habitually squeezed out a forced smile on his face. He didn't hide the content on the phone, but said with a lonely expression, "A friend of mine left."
"Gone?"
The young man glanced at the night sky outside the window. "He went there."
Saying these two sentences seemed to have exhausted his energy. His already exhausted body sat on the sofa like a tattered sack.
Lifting the blanket, he seemed to be looking for the medicine bottle that he had placed in the bedroom, or perhaps he was using it to cover up his slightly trembling fingers.
The black phone shimmered again. Messages came in one after another. The young man clicked them open.
The man acted completely different from before. He replied to each of them seriously. In the end, he clicked open a group called Happiness Neighbourhood. Staring at one of the profile pics that would never light up again, he wanted to say something but he couldn't find the words.
Twitchy: "Everyone, it has been confirmed that the youngest child in our group left 3 hours ago. His account data will be handed over to Firefly for safekeeping like before. "
One Day Only Knows HAHAHA: "Yanzu has left? Are you sure? Did you confirm it at the hospital?! He is the happiest child in our group, the doctor said he's recovering well! We even promised to kill foreign players next time we log in! "
Like a Fish Drinking Water: "The day before yesterday morning, the child showed me his seriously written homework. He said he was going back to school, didn't he?"
Looking at the scrolling messages, the young man finally typed out a few words.
Firefly: "It's true, I managed to contact his stepfather. Unfortunately, I couldn't convince his stepfather to reconcile with him, I'm sorry."
Twitchy: "Why are you apologizing? You don't need to apologize to anyone! "
Like a Fish Drinking Water: "We're all in pain but we mustn't let our emotions get the best of us. Remember to take your medicine on time. If his stepfather refuses to accept Yanzu's account, then we'll follow the rules and hand it over to Firefly."
One Day Only Knows HAHAHA: "Thank you, Firefly."
The account and password were sent to the young man's phone. He stared at the account for a long time before switching on the computer. He used the child's account to log into a virtual game on a social platform.
The game was about cultivating one's business style. The boy's in-game image was tall and handsome. His signature was Yanzu's Xin Lu branch ancestor but in real life, he was thin and small. He was often bullied and was not good at socializing.
The farm that he built had been left unattended for a long time. The last time he logged in was half a year ago.
The game required a social platform account to log in and it was completely tied to the account. It recorded the various traces that a person had left on the internet. There was a memory screening room, a Book of Joy, a grief management station and so on.
He controlled the small person to walk in the room. The only pay-to-win item in Yan Zu's house was a huge Rare-grade photo frame. There was a group photo in the frame. There were dozens of people in it. Everyone was in game form, but some of the images had turned gray.
Looking at the picture, the young man slowly lowered his head and moved his eyes away.
Han Fei walked to the young man's side and patted him lightly on the back.
The man's head was too weak to lift. He pressed his palms against the table to suppress the sobs. He tried to explain in a calm tone, "I met this child in a Iyashikei game. Most of the people in that Happiness Neighbourhood group chat were patients. Due to various reasons, we gathered together to encourage each other but many of our avatars never lit up again."
"Did you create that group?"
"It was given to me by an old man who has already passed away. I am now the only manager." The young man was a very good actor. Controlling one's emotions was one of the basic skills of an actor. When he lifted his head again, there was not much pain on his face. He tried his best to present a kind of sunshine even though he was already riddled with wounds.
Taking out a notebook from the locked drawer, the young man flipped through it slowly. Each page recorded a different account and password. He flipped through it slowly like the thin page was very heavy.
Finding a blank page, the man recorded the boy's account and password seriously. He double-checked it three times to make sure there was no mistake before placing the notebook back into the drawer.
"I really didn't expect the child would leave before us." The young man stared blankly at the boy's virtual character. The boy's virtual account and all his memories had not been claimed by anyone. A living person was left with only these. "He was the most optimistic and cheerful person in the group. Every day, he would encourage everyone and post about the changes he had made in his WeChat Moments …"
"But no matter how optimistic you are, you will never be happy."
Han Fei had no idea why he would say that. In fact, he had no idea who he was talking to. Perhaps he was talking about the boy who had already left, perhaps he was talking about the young man or perhaps he was talking about himself.
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