"How is the child?" Mr. Gerrard entered a somewhat remote room and asked.
If one looked carefully, one would find that this room was different from other rooms. There were eight screens in the room, showing different surveillance pictures. But if one looked carefully, one would find that the pictures on the eight screens were actually the pictures of the same room. The eight screens completely monitored the whole room from different angles.
This room was naturally little Gerrard's room. Mr. Gerrard had no choice but to monitor his child like this.
Because little Gerrard hated it when someone stayed in his room. Even if his parents stayed in his room for a long time, he would have a serious tendency to be violent. Therefore, other people were not allowed to stay in little Gerrard's room except for the daily delivery of meals.
But Gerrard had a serious tendency to commit suicide. If no one stayed in the room to watch the child all the time, the child might die at any time.
Mr. Gerrard had no choice but to fill the child's room with surveillance cameras and then hire two bodyguards to stay in the room to supervise his child all the time. Once they found something unusual, they would rush into the room to save the child immediately.
This was also the reason why Mr. Gerrard could save his child from death seven or eight times in a row.
"Nothing unusual!" The bodyguard immediately reported. At the same time, Mr. Gerrard saw clearly that his child was installing the game through the surveillance screen, and then he was slightly relieved.
"I hope this game can make him a little happier!" Mr. Gerrard sighed.
Mr. and Mrs. Gerrard really cared about their child to the extreme. Almost every hour, Mr. Gerrard entered the monitoring room to ask about his child's situation.
As a result, in the next few hours, Mr. Gerrard was surprised to find that his child had been sitting in front of the computer and playing games all the time.
"Maybe it's the novelty of the game!" Mr. Gerrard sighed, and then he took the dinner into his child's room. Little Gerrard directly grabbed a piece of bread and stuffed it into his mouth!
"My child, he actually took the initiative to eat!" Mr. Gerrard was stunned. Maybe because he wanted to commit suicide by dieting, little Gerrard was very resistant to eating. Many times, Mr. Gerrard could only force him to eat something. Sometimes, when he was in a coma due to hunger, he would give him nutrient solution to keep him alive.
But now, little Gerrard actually ate directly, and he ate in big mouthfuls until he finished two sandwiches.
"Take it away, I can't eat anymore!" Mr. Gerrard left the room with the plate ecstatically. He couldn't wait to tell his wife that little Gerrard had taken the initiative to eat. The two of them hugged each other and cried.
Next, Mr. Gerrard told the bodyguards to keep an eye on his son. After a few days, Mr. Gerrard was surprised to find that little Gerrard looked like a normal child except for looking at the computer all the time.
The bodyguard even said that Gerrard would hum an unknown song, which made Mr. Gerrard feel as if he was in a dream.
After a few days, Mr. Gerrard could not help but look for his son.
"Child, can you talk to your father?" Mr. Gerrard asked.
"What do you want to say? Don't get in my way!" Little Jared said impatiently.
"Well, I won't stand in your way. I just want to ask you, do you still think this world is boring?" Mr. Gerrard asked carefully.
"This world is still boring, but fortunately, I found the world of Dark Continent!" Little Jared kept staring at the computer screen and said, "Don't worry, before I lose interest in the Dark Continent, I won't want to die!"
"Okay, I know, I know!" Mr. Gerrard walked out happily. This was the first time he heard his son promise that he wouldn't want to die.
"This game is so difficult!" On the other hand, after Mr. Gerrard left, little Jared murmured, "The Dark Seven Demon Kings are too powerful. I can't defeat them as a warrior. I don't know how to defeat them!"
Of course, the Dark Seven Demon Kings were not in Diablo in his previous life. They were developed by Blizzard in this world, and were second only to Big Pineapple in the game.
Little Jared thought for a while and minimized the game. He then opened the IE browser to see if he could find Diablo's BBS and find some game guides.
There were no search engines in this era. Little Jared searched for a long time but still couldn't find the BBS of Diablo.
"Forget it, I'll create one myself!" Little Jared murmured. Then he stood up and walked out of the room. He said to his father, Mr. Gerrard, who was watching TV in the living room, "Hey, I want to buy a server!"
"Little Jared, are you talking to your father? Are you talking to your father? " Mr. Gerrard was so happy that he almost went crazy when he saw his son's pale face. It was obvious that he was starved of sunshine.
How many years had it been since he saw his son talking to him on his own initiative? How many years had it been?
"My son!" When Mrs. Gerrard saw this, she couldn't hold the plate in her hand and dropped it. She was so excited that she covered her mouth and cried.
"I said I want a server!" Little Jared looked at his parents and didn't know what to do. He instinctively wanted to comfort his parents, but he couldn't open his mouth because of the habit he had developed over the years. He could only make his request stiffly.
"Buy me a server, and I promise I won't kill myself for three years!" Seeing that his parents were still crying and didn't want to buy him a server, little Jared had to use his trump card.
"Buy! We'll buy it! " When Mr. Gerrard heard that his son would not kill himself for three years, he immediately nodded excitedly. He would even buy the White House, let alone a server!
Mr. Gerrard was very fast. The next day, he personally rushed to the IBM store and spent 20,000 USD to buy a server. But he was a little worried. This was a server that could only be used by computer engineers. Could a kid like Little Gerrard use it?
What Mr. Gerrard didn't expect was that since he bought a computer and installed a network cable for little Jared, little Jared, who couldn't find a chance to kill himself, had learned a lot of skills through the Internet.
Including making a website and complicated programming. In the time when he couldn't die, the only thing little Jared could do was to learn.
Depression had its advantages and disadvantages. The disadvantage was that it could lead to suicide at any time, but the advantage was that it could often stimulate unexpected talents.
It took little Jared less than half a day to debug the server and connect it to the Internet. Then he spent three days designing the page and finally made a decent BBS of the Diablo World.
Little Gerrard posted his BBS on the internet and began to look forward to other Diablo enthusiasts coming in. But after a week, the number of visitors to his BBS was less than 20.
In the end, only one person managed to register as a member of the BBS.
"Why don't you guys want to register?" Little Jared asked after he posted the first post on the BBS.
Unexpectedly, a few minutes later, the other party replied, "There are two reasons. First, it's too hard to find. If I didn't enter a wrong letter when I entered the URL, I wouldn't have found it.
Secondly, your place is completely empty. There's nothing here at all. What makes you think you can attract us to register? It takes time to register! "
"Then why do you want to register?" Little Jared replied curiously.
"Because this is the first Diablo BBS I've found. I want to leave something to commemorate it!" The other party replied quickly.
"Then can you write a guide and leave it here?" Little Gerrard replied.
"If I write a guide, then what are you, the webmaster, doing?" The other party replied.
"Well, let's each write a guide and post it here. Then this BBS will have two guides!" Little Jared said excitedly.
"How dare you make such a request. But forget it, I also want to write a guide. I'll agree!" Huang Yiming replied on the other side of the Internet.
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