Zhang Heng walked up the iron ladder to the second floor, and stretched out his hand to push open the blue iron door in front of him.
Considering what he had seen and heard along the way, and the group of young men and women downstairs who were swaying their bodies to release their youth, he originally thought that even if the style of the iron house was not the same, it should be similar.
However, in fact, it is more like a VI VIP lounge at an international airport.
After opening the door, Zhang Heng felt as if he had entered another world, with soft lighting, red Persian carpet, leather sofa, silver tableware on the coffee table, and various snacks on the self-serve table. And fruit, there is a small bar on the right, and when he closed the door behind him, a soft and soothing piano music even sounded in his ears.
You must know that the sound wave below has exceeded 100 decibels. Although Zhang Heng is not a relevant professional, he is also very clear that the material structure like a container has almost no sound insulation effect.
But now the fact is happening right in front of your eyes. When the iron door is closed, the noise outside the door is completely blocked at the other end.
Perhaps it was because even more unbelievable things had happened to Zhang Heng, but he had already developed a certain immunity to similar things, and he just pondered for a moment before taking another step.
"Welcome." The woman in a red evening dress behind the bar said.
Zhang Heng looked around briefly. Besides him, there were about a dozen other people in the lounge. They were sitting in booths not far away. Some chatted together, and some were alone. The strange thing is that the nearest person is only a few meters away from him, but he can't see the other person's appearance clearly.
It was a very weird experience. He could feel that there was nothing wrong with his vision, and the retina could clearly image, but then it seemed that something was blocking the transmission of this information back to his brain.
Zhang Heng didn't believe in this evil, he tried to concentrate, and felt that he was about to break through the invisible barrier, but the next moment, a nausea came from his abdomen, and he had to reach out to hold the bar to prevent himself from falling fall.
At this moment a glass of lemonade was pushed in front of him.
"Relax, this is something that every new player who has just arrived here will experience. Unless the other party allows it, in Sex and the City, the player's appearance is in a state of being unrecognizable by default. In fact, your voice has also undergone a special process. What you hear is not the real voice, this is also to protect your safety to the greatest extent."
"But I can still see your appearance." Zhang Heng took the lemonade and thanked him. The light was dim just now, and his attention was on other people. Only then did he realize that the face behind the bar was a little The eyes are familiar, although the other party has changed clothes, put on lipstick, and has a completely different temperament from the daytime, Zhang Heng still recognized him, "Are you... the bartender lady of the maid cafe?"
"Not bad, your observation skills are sharper than I expected." The latter wiped the glass, still maintaining a bit of coldness during the day, "No one stipulates that a person can only work one job a day, yes Right? By the way, I am the receptionist here, and I don’t need to hide my appearance like a player.”
"Sorry, since I came in you have been repeating words such as players and receptionists in my ears, but with all due respect, I still don't know what game I am going to participate in. Is it blackjack? Texas Poker? Or Three Kingdoms, e-sports?" Zhang Heng sat on the high stool in front of the bar.
"I usually don't like to brag about my employer in front of customers, in fact, I don't like to brag about them at any time, but this time I must say, congratulations, Mr. Zhang Heng, you are very lucky to be in the greatest place in human history. I can assure you that it's nothing compared to anything you've ever played before, and it's going to change your life forever."
"This is often heard in the presentations of MLM organizations."
"It's not your fault, it's human nature to be suspicious." The bartender lady was not angry when she heard the words, "Answer me a question, Mr. Zhang Heng, what do you think makes a person truly become himself?"
"DNA?" Zhang Heng took a sip of the lemonade in his hand, wondering why the bartender lady suddenly changed the topic to this.
"There is nothing wrong with this statement. Each of us has unique DNA. Some parts of our bodies have been encoded since birth. Your looks, family, family medical history...but fortunately in this After that, we still have a lot of options, you can go to university, you can work part-time, you can start a business, become an elementary school teacher, or an astronaut or something."
The lady bartender put down the crystal clear glass that was wiped in her hand, and her speech became faster and faster, "Leave aside those things that are preordained innately, let me ask a more accurate question, what do you think?" What makes a person who he is today, such as why an astronaut can walk in space, why a boxer can knock out an opponent in the ring, and what makes a teacher pick up teaching aids."
"Experience? Do you want to say that experience and learning have made us who we are today?" Zhang Heng quickly understood what the bartender lady wanted to express, and then he raised his eyebrows, "But I still don't See how that relates to the games I'm going to be in."
This time, however, he failed to get any answer.
"No amount of written description can compare to seeing it with your own eyes. Mr. Zhang Heng, your first round of the game has already begun. Please cherish this rare and extraordinary experience. I look forward to seeing you again."
A strange gleam flashed in the eyes of the bartender lady. After she finished her last sentence, the hands of the clock on the wall just struck eleven o'clock.
The next moment, a strong sense of dizziness rushed to Zhang Heng's head, blurring his vision.
It's not good, did I get tricked? !
Zhang Heng's first reaction was that there was something wrong with that glass of lemonade. It was the only thing he had tasted. He had been vigilant since the moment he stepped into the bar, but maybe it was because he didn't expect to encounter it here. Acquaintance, this vigilance is slightly relaxed, he doesn't know when the other party moved his hand, and what kind of powerful anesthetic was put in it, just taking a sip will have such a terrifying effect, he just feels that he His head was getting heavier and heavier, and he couldn't hold it anymore, and fell down on the bar counter and lost consciousness.
So it turns out that men are also drugged
Zhang Heng didn't know how long it had passed, maybe a few days, maybe a few hours, maybe just a few seconds.
A strange voice came from beside his ear.
[Player identity verification...]
[Verification passed, newcomer copy is being randomly selected for player No. 079... ]
[Extraction completed - the current copy is Desert Island Survival]
"You took a cruise ship out to sea and encountered a terrible storm when you were driving near the equator. The cruise ship deviated from the original route. At the same time, the radar, sonar, GS and satellite phones on the ship all failed strangely. You lost After another month of aimless sailing on the sea, unfortunately, another bigger storm happened. You were standing on the deck at the time of the accident, and a huge wave swept you into the sea. When you opened your eyes again When I found myself lying on an unfamiliar beach."
[Mission Objective: Survive on this deserted island for 40 days]
[Mode: Single Player]
[Time flow rate: 480] (1 hour in the real world is equal to 20 days in this game, and the player is forced to return to the real world after 40 days)
Friendly reminder, the game will officially start in five seconds, please get ready.