Chapter 877

Although more than half of the 500000 buyers are attracted by advertising, it is not true that they bought the game because they knew about Diablo in advance.

But when these players experienced it for a day, they were completely addicted to exclamation and shouted "it's so fun!"

Then he became crazy about it and ignored everything else, so that when he went to school or work the next day, each one wore a huge dark circle under his eyes and knew it was lack of sleep.

No way, Diablo is so fun.

Although the Diablo of this world, because the boss only provides a game framework, the whole game is built by a group of new game designers, so that the main plot of the game, as well as various map names and tasks are completely different from those in previous lives.

But because the game is exactly the same, it still has an incredible effect, so that many young people on the street feel rare. All cats play games at home!

At the same time, with a report in game life magazine, Diablo once again reached a higher peak.

Mr. and Mrs. Gerrard are a famous couple in Atlanta. Their husband is a bank executive and their wife is a member of Parliament. This is almost the best life and is the envy of everyone.

But things in the world are not perfect. The Gerrards also have their own difficulties, that is, their son, little Gerrard, is a patient with depression.

Gerrard and his wife don't know when little Gerrard got the damn disease. Anyway, since then, little Gerrard has committed suicide seven times. If it weren't for the first suicide, Gerrard had hired two maids and two bodyguards to stare at his little Gerrard all the time, The poor child is afraid that he has left the world.

"You're back!" Mrs. Gerald looked at her husband with a tired face.

"How's the child?" asked Mr. Gerald with concern.

"It's not very good. The maid found that a bottle of herbicide in the yard was missing. She hurried to the child's room and grabbed it before the child drank the herbicide, otherwise our child would be gone!" Mrs. Gerald said here and couldn't help crying. She was really tired.

"Don't cry, the child is fine, our child will be fine!" said Mr. Gerald.

Only then did Gerald find that Mr. Gerald was holding a bloody box with a terrible devil in his hand. Then he was startled and asked, "what is this?"

"This is a computer game called Diablo!" Mr. Gerald explained quickly.

"What are you doing when you buy this? You never play computer games. Don't you say it's a devil that erodes our healthy life?" exclaimed Mrs. Gerald.

"I don't want to buy it either, but I think it may help our children!" Mr. Gerald sighed. "Do you know Mr. Carl of our bank?"

"Yes, the same colleague you joined at the same time and gave birth to a child on the same day in the same year!" Mrs. Gerald nodded.

"That's right!" Mr. Gerald nodded. "His children don't worry. They used to love playing games, but now they are completely addicted to computer games. Here is the Diablo. It's said that the child has locked himself in his room for three days and nights. He is playing this game except eating and sleeping."

"Mr. Carl is going crazy, but there is no way. This game is really fun!"

"What! Then you bought the game back!" Mrs. Gerald was startled. "Are you going to give the game to little Gerald?"

"Why not?" Mr. Gerald's eyes flashed with wisdom. "The biggest problem for our children now is not that they don't want to come out in the room, but that they have lost interest in the world. The world, including our parents, has nothing enough to attract him to stay!"

"So I think if this game can really make a normal child inseparable from him for three days and three nights, maybe this is a reason to attract little Gerrard to stay in the world!"

"Will that work?" Mrs. Gerald asked incredulously.

"Let's try and see. If you're really not interested in Steven Gerrard, it doesn't matter. It's just a waste of $200!" said Mr. Gerrard.

"What, you paid $200 for this game!!" Mrs. Gerald screamed. "Are they stealing money?"

"No, I can't blame the game manufacturer. The original price of the game was $60, but it's really because the country is out of stock. I can only buy it at a high price through some special channels!" Mr. Gerald sighed.

"God, what kind of game is this? It can triple the price!!" Mrs. Gerald was completely shocked.

A few minutes later, Mr. Gerrard took the Diablo game into his child's room and put it on the table of little Gerrard. Little Gerrard didn't look at his father. Mr. Gerrard could only say helplessly behind him "Child, this is a computer game that everyone has been playing recently. I heard it's very interesting. If you really think the world is boring, you might as well experience this game!"

"You take away the game, it's too low-level and boring!" said little Gerrard without raising his head. In fact, Mr. Gerrard didn't play games for little Gerrard before, and little Gerrard did play games several times, but soon these games became meaningless and fun in little Gerrard's mouth, even the Mario Brothers.

"Forget it, you decide!" said Mr. Gerald, somewhat disheartened, and then withdrew from his son's room. He knew that he could not stay in his son's room for too long, otherwise his son would become violent and hurt himself madly.

With Mr. Gerrard's departure, little Gerrard's eyes involuntarily fell on the Diablo game box. After watching it for a long time, the child sighed, "forget it, try it!"

So little Gerrard opened the game box, took out the installation CD, inserted the latest Dell Computer Mr. Gerrard bought last month, and then started the game installation.

Twenty minutes later, after the game was installed, little Gerrard randomly created a character, and then fell on the dark continent