Chapter 878

"How's the child?" asked Mr. Gerald, entering a somewhat remote room.

If you observe carefully, you will find that this room is different from ordinary rooms. There are eight screens in it, showing different monitoring images. However, if you observe carefully, you will find that the images in these eight screens are actually the images of one room. These eight different angles completely monitor the whole room.

This room is naturally little Gerrard's room, and Mr. Gerrard has no choice but to monitor his children like this.

Because little Gerrard extremely hates people staying in his room, even if his parents stay for a long time, they will have a serious tendency of violence, so no one can stay in little Gerrard's room except the daily meal delivery.

But Gerrard had a serious suicidal tendency. If no one stayed in the house and looked at the child all the time, he could not tell when the child would be gone.

In desperation, Mr. Gerald could only fill the children's room with monitoring, and then hired two bodyguards to stay in the room to supervise his children. Once he found anything abnormal, he would rush into the room to save people at the first time.

This is why Mr. Gerald was able to take his child back from death seven or eight times in a row.

"Nothing unusual!" the bodyguard immediately reported. At the same time, Mr. Gerald clearly saw his child installing the game through the monitoring screen, and then he was a little relieved.

"I hope the game will make him a little happier!" sighed Mr. Gerald.

Mr. and Mrs. Gerrard really care about their children. Almost every other hour, Mr. Gerrard enters the monitoring room to ask about his children.

Within a few hours, Mr. Gerrard was surprised to find that his children had been sitting in front of the computer playing games.

"Maybe it's the freshness of the game!" Mr. Gerald sighed, and then brought the dinner into his child's room. Little Gerald grabbed a bread and stuffed it into his mouth!

"My child, he took the initiative to eat!" Gerald was stunned. He didn't know whether he wanted to go on a diet and commit suicide. Little Gerald was very resistant to eating. Many times, Mr. Gerald had to force him to eat. Sometimes when he was hungry and unconscious, he gave him nutrient solution to maintain his life.

But now, little Gerrard actually ate directly, and still ate a lot until he ate all the two sandwiches.

"Take it away, I can't eat!" said little Gerrard. Mr. Gerrard left the house with his plate in ecstasy. Then he couldn't wait to tell his wife that little Gerrard took the initiative to eat. The two immediately hugged each other and wept.

Next, Mr. Gerrard told the bodyguard to keep an eye on his son, and then after a few days, Mr. Gerrard was surprised. Except that he was always facing the computer, the rest looked exactly like normal children.

The bodyguard even said that Gerrard would hum unknown songs, which made Mr. Gerrard feel like he was in a dream.

A few days later, Mr. Gerald couldn't help but take the initiative to find his son.

"Son, can you talk to dad?" asked Mr. Gerald.

"Say what you want and don't hinder me from brushing the boss!" said little Gerrard impatiently.

"Well, dad doesn't interfere with you. Dad wants to ask you. Do you still think the world is boring?" Mr. Gerald asked carefully.

"The world is still boring, but fortunately I found the world of the dark continent!" little Gerrard stared at the computer screen and said, "don't worry, I won't want to die until I lose interest in the dark continent!"

"OK, dad knows, dad knows!" Mr. Gerald came out with joy. It was the first time he heard his son's explicit promise not to die.

"This game is so difficult!" on the other side, after Mr. Gerald left, little Gerald muttered, "the strength of the dark seven demon king is terrible. I can't fight a soldier at all. I don't know how to attack him!"

Of course, there is no Diablo in the previous life. This is developed by blizzard in the world. The seven bosses in the game are second only to the big pineapple.

Little Gerrard thought about it, minimized the game, opened the IE browser, and then wanted to find out if he could find the Diablo BBS and find some game strategies from it.

This year, there is no search engine. Little Gerrard found it for a long time, and he didn't find the BBS of Diablo.

"Forget it, I'll create one myself!" little Gerald muttered. Then he stood up, walked out of the door and said to his father, Mr. Gerald, who was watching TV in the living room, "Hey, I want to buy a server!"

"Little Gerrard, are you talking to dad? Are you talking to dad?" looking at the pale little Gerrard who is obviously lack of sunshine in front of him, Mr. Gerrard is going crazy with joy.

For many years, he saw his son speak to him for the first time. It's been many years.

"Child!" Mrs. Gerald on the other side saw this scene, and the plates in her hands fell unsteadily, covering her mouth and crying excitedly.

"I said I wanted a server!" little Gerrard looked at his parents and was at a loss. He instinctively wanted to comfort his parents, but he couldn't open his mouth because of the habit he had developed over the years, so he had to put forward his requirements stiffly.

"If you buy me a server, I promise not to commit suicide for three years!" seeing his parents still crying, he didn't seem to mean to help him buy a server. Little Gerrard could only come up with his own mace.

"Buy! Let's buy!" when Mr. Gerald heard that his son promised not to commit suicide for three years, he immediately nodded wildly, not to mention the server. Even the White House, he also bought it!

Mr. Gerald's speed was very fast. The next day, he rushed to the IBM store and bought a server for $20000. Then he was worried that this is a server that needs a computer engineer to use. Can a child like little Gerald use it?

What Mr. Gerrard didn't expect was that since he bought a computer for little Gerrard and installed an Internet cable, little Gerrard, who couldn't find a chance to commit suicide, learned a lot of skills through the Internet.

Including a website and complex programming. In the time of death and no way to die, little Gerrard can only learn.

Depression has its pros and cons. The disadvantage is that it may commit suicide at any time. The advantage is that it can often stimulate unexpected talents.

Little Gerrard spent less than half a day debugging the server and connecting to the network. Then he spent three days designing pages and so on. Finally, he made a decent Diablo BBS.

Little Gerrard put his BBS on the Internet and began to look forward to other Diablo lovers coming in. However, a week later, the traffic of BBS was pitifully less than 20 people.

In the end, there is only one person who has really registered as a member and become a member of BBS.

"Why don't you want to register?" little Gerrard sent the first post on the BBS and asked.

Unexpectedly, a few minutes later, the other party replied, "there are two reasons. The first is that you are too difficult to find here. If I hadn't input a wrong letter when I input the website, I wouldn't be able to find you here.

Second, you're empty here. There's nothing at all. Why do you attract us to register? It also takes time to register, okay? "

"Then why did you register!" replied little Gerrard curiously.

"Because this is the first Diablo BBS I found, I want to leave a little memory!" the other party quickly replied.

"Can you write a strategy and stay here?" replied little Gerrard.

"I write Raiders. What do you do as a webmaster?" the other party replied.

"In this way, we write a strategy and post it here, so that the BBS has two strategies!" said little Gerrard excitedly.

"You really dare to ask, but forget it. I just want to write a strategy, so promise you!" Huang Yiming at the other end of the network replied.