Global Games: Old Chess Players

Chapter 112 "You just want to live, what's wrong with you?"

January 1, at noon, listed high school.

After talking with the principal, An Senlu walked towards the teacher's dormitory. He estimated that everyone entered the copy in the dormitory building.

On the way, Ritsu Urushihara sent a message.

[Ryu Urushihara: Okay, and also, Lorenzo asked someone to tell you——"The materials you want can be found within two days." 】

[An Senlu: Two days, pretty fast. 】

An Senlu and Lorenzo made a bet before the start of the dungeon. If Lorenzo loses, he must use official power to help him find an epic-level material—'Lightning Gathering Rod'.

Judging from the explosion rate of materials in the third dungeon, epic materials are no longer so rare.

It is not difficult to get the 'Lightning Gathering Rod' by calling on players around the world by means of a law enforcement team.

This is the key to synthesizing the legendary chess type 'Christmas Sleigh'. As long as you get the lightning rod, Ansen Deer is only one piece away from the 'Deer' chess type. Take it out slowly and you're done!
[Ryu Urushihara: After all, the law enforcement team is backed by the authorities, so it goes without saying that their influence needs to be said. As long as the reward information is released online, players with such materials will appear immediately. 】

[An Senlu: Okay, yes, Crow, help me investigate when you have time: Ranked third in the world, what is the origin of that guy named 'Juliu Mena'. 】

[Urushihara Ritsu: No problem, I will reply to you later. 】

"Let's sleep first"

An Senlu recalled all that happened in the dungeon, feeling exhausted.

He fell back on the bed and closed his eyes.

Time flies like an arrow, and in the evening, the windows are elongated by the afterglow of the dusk, and the shadow of the grid is like a black cage, shooting obliquely into the dormitory, covering the boy's cheeks.

He opened his eyes, and two information bubbles popped up in the upper right corner of his sight.

[Urushihara Law: Lorenzo said: The official used the auction method to get the 'Lightning Gathering Rod' from a player, and he will hand over the materials to you later. 】

[Ryu Urushihara: Also. I found out the information about 'Juliu Mena'. 】

An Senlu clicked on the friend panel, Urushihara sent a lot of information, he squinted his eyes, "Is this the world's number one gambler? How did you get such a wide network?"

He looked at the first two lines of the data:
[Juliu Mena, 19 years old, special sequence player, sequence name: "Swallowing Hand", ranked third in global combat power]

An Senlu raised his eyebrows, "The devouring hand sounds like a growth sequence again."

[He is the leader of the underground mafia "Snow Wolf" in Washington, and he did not join the law enforcement team. As for the reason for not joining the law enforcement team, it has something to do with the ape of purgatory 'David Kench' who died in the New York incident. 】

Anson Lu stared at the name 'David Kench', lost his mind for a moment, put his hands behind his head, and slowly flipped down the document.

Five years ago, the United States, on the streets of Chicago.

Juliu, wearing a thin T-shirt and jeans, crouched against the yellowing wall.

With a numb face, he raised a wooden sign in his hand, on which was written a simple English word in black handwriting - "Help!".

Juliu is 14 years old.

He was born in an orphanage with no surname, only first name.

One day, he escaped from the orphanage and came to this strange city over the mountains.

In the United States, passers-by have a good attitude towards underage homeless people—when they pass by this street and accidentally see Julius holding a sign, they will always give him some meager items.

It was Juliu's first day in Chicago.

Not far from him, there was a man with simple clothes and a hat sitting on his head—this tramp with whiskers, like Juliu, held up the sign in his hand, waiting for alms from passers-by.

However, passers-by will always favor the kid Juliu, and no one will show a little kindness to the man.

When the homeless man noticed that more and more small-denomination dollars were stuffed into Juliu's cup, he would also look sideways at him from time to time.

Juliu is disturbed, knowing that he has taken other people's jobs - although both are begging, the age of 14 gives him an infinite advantage.

Soon, another passer-by walked towards Yuliu. The passerby put the milk he just bought from a fast food restaurant in front of Yuliu, touched his head, and encouraged him softly:
"Son, you still have a future, so hold on."

The homeless man with whiskers couldn't help but look over here. He tried to raise some wooden signs in his hand, and said to the passerby:
"Sir, can you please give me a little bit, too?"

The passer-by took a look at the homeless man, approached him, poured a cup of coffee on his head, and said in a cold voice:

"You're an adult, you have a whole body, and you don't go to work, you beg here, and if you beg, that's what I can give you."

After speaking, the passer-by left.

The hot black liquid was poured on the bum's hat, and he covered his head with his arms, flushed, and the coffee dripped down his arms, soaking his coat.

He took off his coat and put it aside, staring blankly at the sky.

Juliu sipped the milk given by passers-by, stared blankly at this scene, and began to wonder in his heart: Will this homeless man attack him out of embarrassment?
However, the homeless man just looked at the cloudy sky and remained silent for a long time, then turned his head and showed a nonchalant smile at Juliu.

He took off his coffee-stained hat and shook the coffee liquid off it vigorously.

"It's all right," murmured the homeless man, "It's all right baby."

Julius didn't know how to respond.

It was the first time he took a serious look at this homeless man. The man had a strong body, and even the beard on his face could not hide his resolute facial features and gentle eyes.

After the homeless man finished cleaning his coffee-stained clothes and hat, he squatted back in the corner and calmly raised the help sign in his hand.

Julius remained on the street for the rest of the day, as did the bum.

It wasn't until near dusk that the homeless man left for a while.

Soon, the homeless man walked towards Juliu with a box of pizza and a bottle of orange juice in his hands, and handed him the food in his hands.

"This is what I just asked for."

Juliu stared blankly at the half of the pizza left in the box. He stretched out his hand, took the two things from the homeless man's hand, nodded to him, and said softly:
"Thank you."

That was the most careful and satisfying dinner Juliu ate.

Obviously, this homeless man could have changed his position to beg, but he didn't do it.

He just sat beside Juliu all the time. When he was tired, he hugged the old suitcase and lowered his head to rest like hugging a pillow.

Juliu often felt that there was a story hidden in the eyes of the man beside him—but the man just squatted in the corner like that, without mentioning his past, just quietly holding up the sign for help in his hand.

Julius and the tramp spent the whole night in the streets.

That night, Julius stayed up all night.

All of a sudden, he heard the tramp yelp suddenly, waking up from his sleep.

The tramp took off his hat, gasped heavily, and shielded his eyes with his arms.

Juliu didn't dare to say a word, he looked at the homeless man from the corner of his eye fearfully, for fear that the man would suddenly go crazy.

"Sorry to scare you."

The homeless man leaned against the wall, adjusted his breathing gently, and looked at the dark sky with cloudy and empty eyes.

"I used to be a soldier, and I was used to seeing life and death on the battlefield, so every night I would."

Juliu didn't hide his gaze anymore, he replied softly: "It's okay."

"That's good." The tramp took a sip of the wine in the jug and said slowly:
"After that war, I was judged dead or missing by the U.S. officials, so I lost my identity, lost my wife, and couldn't even find a job."

"wife?"

"She signed an agreement with those people. As long as I don't exist, she can get a lot of money."

"That's... too cruel."

Juliu listened quietly, unconsciously pursing his lips.

Obviously, this man is a hero who fought for the country, but he has fallen into such a situation, it is hard for Juliu to feel some sympathy.

"The doctor said that I have post-war trauma syndrome, and I may have no future." The homeless man wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. He smiled and said softly:

"But child, you still have a future. Human life is very long. We may have chosen the wrong path. Maybe you are not very lucky, but you still have a chance. You have never seen the cruelty of war, so you don't know how much it is to live an ordinary life. valuable."

Julius opened his mouth, but couldn't speak.

The boy's eyes were covered by pale golden strands of hair, and he just gritted his teeth.

The dead silence of the night shrouded the two of them for a long time.

In Juliu's mind, he recalled that during the day, the passerby gave him a bottle of milk, but poured coffee on the homeless man's head, scolding him for not being self-reliant.

At that time, Juliu was still complacent, but luckily he was just a child.
But what about this man, why was he treated like this?

"you"

Juliu curled up into a ball, his voice was muffled by the freezing, with tears in his eyes, he said hoarsely:
"You are only"

"I just want to live"

"You just want to live, what's wrong with you?"

Hearing what Julius said, the tramp opened his eyes slightly and stayed where he was for a long time.

He took a sip of water from the jug and whispered to Julius:
"Son, only you are willing to admit that I am still alive."

"One day, everyone will know."

The homeless man closed his eyes and waited quietly for the dawn. The purgatory scene in the dream was like being tortured to him.

For so many years, he has been lingering in the high-pressure environment brought about by post-war trauma syndrome. Countless sleepless nights have already torn his spirit to the extreme.

Juliu's words gave the homeless man the confidence to continue living.

After going through this difficult journey, one day, maybe he can regain his identity and live a bright and honest life.

For a long time afterwards, Julius wandered with men.

He can often see that every night, the man will dig out his old ID card from the suitcase.

The man has been carrying this yellowed ID card, even though the words and photos on the ID card are dilapidated.

However, this was the only proof that he lived in this world before joining the war—he just hoped that someone could admit that he had lived in this world.

Instead of being forgotten by the world as a dead body in an alley.

"Sir, what was your previous name?" Juliu asked softly.

"David Mena."

The man said in a daze, two lines of tears flowed from the corners of his eyes for some reason, Juliu stared at the man with red eyes, and deeply remembered his name - David Mena.

Although he had no father or mother, he was born in an orphanage.

But Julius then took on David Mena's surname and changed his name to Juliu Mena.

Five years later, in Chicago, in an apartment.

Juliu's eyes were dull, and when he came back to his senses, a news from December 12 was still being broadcast on the computer.

——"The high-risk sequence player who went berserk: the ape of purgatory, David Kench, has been confirmed to be killed, and the old chess player has protected the personal safety of the people of New York."

——"Lorenzo of the law enforcement team promised the people that they will definitely strengthen the defense line and prevent the same tragedy from happening again."

——"No one knows what is the origin of the hero who killed the ape of purgatory—the former chess player Ansenlu, and why he was not pulled into the law enforcement team by the Huaxia officials?"

Yuliu went to the refrigerator, took out a bottle of cold beer, and sat down in front of the computer like a puppet with a disconnected wire.

Lift the cap of the bottle vigorously, and with a sound of "Kazi.", the blisters slowly pop out.

Yuliu took a sip of beer and looked at the video on the computer screen with empty eyes.

It was at dusk, New York, near the Empire State Building.

A boy in a hoodie is standing around the pit with his hands in his pockets, looking down at the great ape in the pit with a blank expression.

"Qinghong King Flash." His voice fell, and the stone statue beside him raised his scepter, aimed at the pitch-black giant ape, and shot out a violent ray of light from above the scepter.

The violent wind swept past, the boy's hair was lifted high, his cheeks were illuminated by a deep blue light for a moment, his face was as cold as a tyrant, and there was no wave from the beginning to the end.

A second later, the head of the giant ape was torn into pieces.

With the cheers of the people of New York, the video ended slowly.

"According to the police report, David Kench has been detected with multiple symptoms of insanity before, and the Evolution Foundation has already marked the 'Purgatory Ape' as an 'S-level high-risk sequence'. It is not a matter of him losing control. strange things."

The announcer is still introducing relevant information about the news.

In the upper right corner of the screen, there are two photos: one is David Kench who has been deliberately vilified; the other is a teenager wearing a hoodie with an indifferent expression like an executioner.

Juliu's gaze stayed on the vicious photo in the upper right corner. It was clearly a photo that was intentionally made ugly and mischievous, but it was used by the media to promote his negative news.

Juliu couldn't help smiling, and said hoarsely:

"Now, everyone knows that you lived, my Mr. Tramp."

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