As long as they want to understand the original teachings of "Little Red Riding Hood", combined with the hypnotic function of "The Cabin", it can be said that this game has pointed out the direction for them to pass the level from the beginning.
- They need to overcome some kind of procreation temptation and get out of the cage of sleep.
The sooner the better.
Nan Zhou didn't think this level would have any problems for him.
In the final analysis, he has no interest in courtship and mating.
In the small town where he lives, no one ever engages in reproductive activities.
Even his sister suddenly appeared in a certain room of the house one day.
At the age of fourteen, Nan Zhou came across the first book on male physiology.
It was an anatomy book detailing how to dissect a cross-sectional view of the male genitalia.
He treats this book like any other anatomy book.
… I even copied one, and put it on the bedside for a while to observe it at any time.
Because at that time Nan Zhou was extremely eager to understand his own body.
He swims freely in the ocean of knowledge without empathy.
"Reproductive impulse" and other terms, he recited recited, but did not understand.
Those are all cold nouns that stay on the page. Why would anyone get hot, hot, and burning for it
it's incomprehensible.
Nan Zhou's own primary and secondary sexual characteristics have experienced the moment of maturity.
However, Nanzhou regards them as a normal physiological response similar to "blood after injury".
He carefully recorded this experience with a very rigorous scientific attitude.
… The cover title is "Nanzhou's Body Observation Log".
"After the onset of the attack, the original value increased significantly, extending to 16."
"Extend to 1635 at one point. There is progress, which can be maintained."
"The attack was accompanied by heat and discomfort, but there was no uncontrollable demand, and it was completely controllable within my sanity."
"It subsides naturally after about 50 minutes."
"Before and after the change, there was obvious thirst, and I drank a total of 600l of water. A large glass."
Data doesn't lie.
Therefore, Nan Zhou was not at all worried about what he would dream about after falling asleep, causing him to lose control and collapse.
However, when the tiredness was like a tide, Nan Zhou's originally clear thinking gradually fell into the mud of chaos.
… It was difficult to walk with bound feet, and gradually fell.
The surrounding air gradually warmed up.
The first thing to wake up was Nan Zhou's sense of smell.
A stench of sand and gravel, heated by the sun, came.
… and then the vision.
In front of Nanzhou's dark eyes, the light of pure gold slowly penetrated.
Then there is hearing.
Just a stone's throw away from him, a beautiful and melodious melody was flowing, and the golden and red mottles projected by the sun on his retinas were all arranged in the shape of a staff in front of his eyes.
Nan Zhou slowly opened his eyes.
… I was in the back of a dump truck, speeding down a deserted highway on the edge of the city.
A used button accordion stands not far from me.
On the piano keys that are staggered between milky white and pitch black, a pair of hands whose knuckles stop evenly are jumping vigorously.
The accordion is sweet and clear, like the sound of a god.
The two wrist bones that were playing, the slightly broken curvature, the bulging blood vessels, the contours of the muscles and bones, the proportions were all amazingly beautiful.
The tune of "Katyusha" pouring out from his fingers matched the atmosphere of the desert sand that they kept throwing away behind him.
The smell of gasoline and the feeling of bumps perfectly overlapped with the first scene after Nan Zhou lost his memory.
This confused him for a while.
At the moment when his eyes really came into contact with the sun, Nan Zhou only felt that he had a long dream.
All the memories after entering the bus have become illusory dreams.
Including Jiang Fang, Li Yinhang, Shen Jie, Yu Tuisi, Chen Sufeng, Sun Guojing's reckless brothers trio, the "Bronze" five-member team, Xie He, all quickly lost from his memory and were sealed in the Palace of Thought 's hidden corner.
When he first woke up, he felt that he remembered all the details of the dream.
But when he woke up a little bit, he had unknowingly forgotten the dream.
As if this is the real thing.
Everything Nan Zhou experienced and was forgotten by him was nothing but a small dream worth mentioning after taking a nap in the afternoon sun.
Nan Zhou will always be extra slow after waking up.
He sat cross-legged in the shaking truck dump, his black and white eyes slowly rolling, trying to digest the scene in front of him.
There were three or four people sitting in a row, crowded in a corner of the carriage far away from Nan Zhou and Qin Shi.
A girl found that Nan Zhou was awake, hurriedly swallowed her saliva, and said, "Boss... Boss!"
The accordion stopped abruptly.
Immediately afterwards, a voice that Nan Zhou thought he should be familiar with rang out: "Awake?"
Nan Zhou turned his head and raised his eyes slightly, only to see the face of the man in the golden light of the long afternoon.
There was a gentle and funny smile on that face.
Nan Zhou looked at him for a moment.
… as if he was born to know him.
So Nan Zhou didn't even bother to think about who he was, so he naturally replied, "... um."
The piano master smiled at him, then looked at the four trembling young men in front of him, with a hint of encouragement and seduction in his smile: "... Hai Ning, do you have something to say to him?"
The young girl who was called "Hai Ning" by the violin master took courage and said to Nan Zhou in a thin voice, "Thank you... for saving us."
Nan Zhou tilted his head curiously.
… He still hadn't woken up.
The luthier opened the glass partition between the cab and the tipping bucket: "... how about you?"
It was only then that Nan Zhou discovered that in the cab that could only accommodate one driver and one co-pilot, in a very ergonomically challenging way, there were four big, three-thick men crowded together.
Nan Zhou: "… "
I don't know which of the four of them, he said gruffly: "Thank you!!"
The luthier smiled approvingly and closed the glass partition.
Nanzhou has excellent ear strength.
He could hear the four people huddled in the cab secretly talking about themselves behind the partition.
"I still don't think it's safe to let him out. He's not a human being. If we say something wrong and do something wrong, he won't be happy. Wouldn't it be a matter of minutes to kill us?"
"Don't talk about it. If it weren't for him, in the last copy, the rest of us and Xiao Song caught a cold together, how could you still be breathing here?"
"Then you go out. Go and sit with Xiao Song and the others at the back, and kiss that Guang Mei, I'm going to be fucking hot."
"It's so hot. I'm a fucking driver. It's already a world of automatic driving. The only ones with this kind of manual transmission truck license are me and the boss. I'll go down and change the boss to drive it for you?"
There was silence in the driver's seat.
No one dares to do it again.
This made Nan Zhou even more curious about the musician in front of him.
The piano master smiled at him: "Congratulations, Mr. Nan Zhou, from today, you officially become one of our members."
Nan Zhou asked, "Where are we going?"
The qin master's smile was charmingly beautiful: "Of course, I will take you to a fun place and reward you."
The scene jumped instantly.
They came to a splendid city that never sleeps.
The speed of scene switching, like the dreams of countless people, is abrupt and has no process.
The golden light of the sky was suddenly replaced by a thick darkness.
The hot and fishy smell of sand and gravel is still on the nose, but it is quickly dispelled by the drunken smell of alcohol.
But people who are in a dream are very difficult to perceive this kind of strangeness.
Standing under the endlessly rotating planet lights, Nan Zhou was curious about such a wonderful world like a kaleidoscope.
…
At this moment.
Jiang Fang, who also started the game, was standing in a dream with the exact same scene as Nan Zhou.
Although they were standing opposite each other, their dreams were independent of each other.
Nan Zhou was dreaming of the unknown piano master.
Jiang Fang is dreaming of Nanzhou.
Slightly better than Nan Zhou, Jiang Fang's memory is still there.
He knew the cause and effect of the scene in front of him.
But Jiang Fang also faked everything in front of him as real, so it wasn't much better.
At that time, Jiang Fang put Nan Zhou in his backpack and walked through various dungeons with his teammates.
He tried and waited for an opportunity for Nan Zhou to successfully integrate into the group.
Finally, Jiang Fang waited for a huge variable.
… they got into a copy that wasn’t supposed to exist in Gravity.
In addition to "Eternal Day", before the game happened, Jiang Fang scoured all copies of "Gravity".
Therefore, the first time he entered the dungeon, he noticed the difference.
… This copy is a newly developed version.
But Gravity itself had a fatal accident, and no new players entered.
So, who is making new copies
Jiang Fang didn't have time to think about it.
In this brand-new copy, it reflects the trouble of too many players.
Jiang Fang really couldn't take care of more than ten teammates.
As a result, they lost two partners in a row.
At a critical juncture, Jiang Fang released Nanzhou.
Turn the tide.
A tough battle was over and they narrowly won.
After leaving the copy, they were teleported back to Gravity's resting point again.
In the face of this sudden change, no one dared to make judgments.
The panic of losing a teammate, the confusion about the unknown future, the anxiety about adding a non-human teammate who can't figure out...
All kinds of suppressed emotions, there is always a channel to vent.
So, they came to "paper gold".
—The city that never sleeps, the most suitable for spending money and indulgence, indulging in pleasure.
There are bars among the "paper gold".
Although there are no other players in it, in the normal mode, there are still many NPCs who are hot and like singing and dancing.
Even the false prosperity and liveliness is a good antidote for them at this time.
... What's more, Jiang Fang finally fulfilled his promise and released Nan Zhou from his backpack.
Jiang Fang folded his arms and looked at Nan Zhou, looking at this non-human friend with interest.
Nan Zhou is watching the lamp ball curiously.
The lights of the bar are blurred.
The complex and rich light and shadow hit Nan Zhou's cheek, adding some artificial color to his always quiet eyes.
But such light and shadow are like soap bubbles, which can only be suspended on the surface, but never melt into his eyes.
The other teammates were quickly infected by the atmosphere of Night City, filed in from the door of the bar, and walked underground.
Nan Zhou also wanted to follow.
Jiang Fang held him back: "Are you going to... go in like this?"
... Zhou Zheng's attire of Nan Zhou is completely incompatible with such a sensual place.
Nan Zhou looked at Jiang Fang with pure eyes: "Are there any rules?"
Jiang Fang: "Take off the windbreaker."
Nan Zhou did as he did.
Jiang Fang put his fingertips on the button on his chest again, and drew a circle lightly.
He drew a wrinkle on the front.
Nan Zhou understood again, said "um", grabbed the windbreaker, and took the initiative to untangle the first button of the white shirt,
Jiang Fang raised his chin slightly, admiring the beautiful collarbone gradually revealed with his rustling movements.
I don't know why, Jiang Fang said, "One more solution."
…
at the same time.
In Nan Zhou's dream.
After listening to the piano master, Nan Zhou did not disobey.
He saw no reason to disobey.
Because he thought it was nothing.
He undid the second button.
The starched, snow-white collar fell to the sides because of its own weight.
Between the straight white shirts, the outline of the chest line and a little pink are faintly revealed.
The guitarist's Adam's apple rolled slightly.
Nan Zhou stood in front of him and stated the facts: "It's a little cold."
"Yes." The luthier also seemed to realize that something was wrong, "It's really not good."
Saying that, he took the initiative to tie the button for Nan Zhou.
However, probably because of the angle, the button is a hidden button that is closed inside, which is a bit difficult to tie. It needs a tricky angle from top to bottom to send the button back to the buttonhole.
Nan Zhou watched the qin master's slender fingers move against his skin, and he didn't want to raise his hand: "...do you need me to squat down?"
The piano master glanced at him and said with a smile, "No need."
Saying that, he touched Nan Zhou's right ankle with his toes.
"Separate."
Under the guidance of the tip of his shoe, Nan Zhou separated his legs and buttoned the button smoothly.
But under the eyes of the violinist who couldn't decipher the ingredients, he was inexplicably thirsty.
Would love to… drink something. :,