Returning to the real world, Bai Yan was exhausted mentally.
He didn't sleep well one night, and he should lie down to catch up. However, he didn't take a break, but saved the video in his notebook for the first time.
He opened the video, which was only a minute and a few seconds long. In the video, he was holding the phone with his head down, and swiped his thumb on the screen of the phone. When he pressed a certain screen, his body stiffened suddenly, his eyes were empty, as if his soul had been taken away, he sat quietly on the chair for a full minute.
It wasn't until he came back from the game world that his body was shaken and his eyes regained focus.
Bai Yan touched the tool bag beside him, it was as clean and tidy as the clothes he was wearing now. When he jumped from the second floor, he rolled in the grass, and his clothes should have been covered with mud and grass blades, but the clothes were as clean as if he had just put them on, without even a single extra wrinkle .
"Did the consciousness enter the game, but the body didn't?" Bai Yan rubbed his arm, there should have been a scratch here, but now it was intact: "Then what happened the first time?"
Recalling the first game, when he came back, his whole body was stained with blood in the bathtub. It took him a lot of effort to deal with the bloody clothes and wipe the blood on the floor.
And the last time he came back from the game, although he didn't show signs of getting wet all over his body, he also had a high fever all night, and it won't get better until the next day.
"Could it be that... the damage to consciousness will affect reality? Speaking of it, my head hurts."
Bai Yan propped his forehead, and the way of death with his head on the ground impressed him deeply. In the game world, he was tense and had been struggling to hold on. As soon as he returned to the real world, his head began to ache, and his joints also felt itchy pain, as if he had been chopped by the old lady with a kitchen knife again.
After confirming that the way to enter the game is through soul penetration, Bai Yan turned off his laptop and lay down on the bed to rest.
At seven o'clock in the evening, Bai Yan was woken up by a spam text message.
He turned on his phone and ordered a takeaway, then entered the app. In the afternoon, many new posts appeared on the forum, but Bai Yan did not see any records about his game.
That Li Ming, he may not have escaped and died in the game. But it's also possible that he was busy preparing for the college entrance examination, and felt that posting was a waste of time, so he didn't post to provide players with new game ideas.
Regardless of whether Li Ming is alive or not, and whether he will take the initiative to post, unless necessary, Bai Yan has no spirit of sharing.
After hastily browsing through the new posts, Bai Yan finished the takeaway he ordered, and then exited the game forum, planning to search for other news about the game on the Internet.
The content on the forum is very comprehensive, but after reading it for half a month, he has read all the forums. He tried to search for keywords and changed several search engines, but there were a lot of irrelevant things, and there was not a single piece of news related to the game.
"Could it be that there is an official forum and everyone is too lazy to discuss it elsewhere?"
Bai Yan looked at the red and blue webpage, his extremely pale face flickered under the fluorescent light of the phone.
After wasting an hour on the Internet and changing several keywords, Bai Yan still got nothing. At this time, he noticed something, so he opened his notebook and tried to transfer the one-minute video he just recorded to the network disk.
Bai Yan clicked upload, and soon, a pop-up window indicated that the upload was successful. He then refreshed, and the video he just uploaded disappeared without a trace, and even the original file of his video disappeared along with it, like a dream without a trace.
"It turns out that the app doesn't allow players to discuss the game elsewhere, and doesn't even allow uploading side-by-side videos?" Bai Yan rubbed his chin and thought: "Also, no one has ever suggested that the way to participate in the game is 'soul wear' on the forum. It’s still the topic of ‘wearing’, maybe it’s not that everyone didn’t think about it, but the post was deleted as soon as it was posted.”
The app controls public opinion very strictly, as if it doesn't want the game to be known by other people in reality.
Now that Bai Yan knows that it is not feasible to post comments on the Internet, the app can control the Internet, and anything posted on the Internet cannot escape its monitoring, so what about excluding the Internet and using another method
As soon as he thought of it, Bai Yan pulled out a piece of white paper from the drawer, picked up a ballpoint pen, and planned to write on it.
He wanted to write the news about the App game on paper, but he held the pen in the air, and the tip of the pen made rows of distorted black dots on the paper, and half a meaningful character could not be written.
"Transmitting messages through the Internet is not allowed, and relatively primitive writing is not allowed..."
Bai Yan used his pen to change the method, and tried to draw the icon of the App in the way of drawing. However, as soon as he had this idea, what he drew was a bunch of meaningless ghost symbols, which was far from the pattern he really wanted to draw.
After failing several times in succession, Bai Yan did not give up.
He tried to use Morse code, hints in puzzles, recorded with his mobile phone, and even wrote out the information of the App with his own password, all of which failed without exception.
After trying to this extent, Bai Yan completely put down his pen.
He already understood that no matter what, he couldn't tell the experience of the game to a second person who had nothing to do with the game.
However, he didn't feel depressed. He didn't intend to tell anyone about such a personal matter, and he didn't have a close friend to confide in. The only person who liked to meddle in his own business was dead.
Throwing the messy paper drawn into the wastebasket, Bai Yan reads the news on the notebook.
He entered the keywords 'mobile phone' and 'sudden death' in the search bar, and a large amount of related news was found.
[Shock! An 18-year-old college student died bizarrely while playing with a mobile phone! The cause turned out to be sudden cardiac death.]
[Because of staying up late to play with mobile phones, a freshman student of xx University died suddenly in the dormitory. When he was dying, he still held the mobile phone tightly in his hand and stared at the mobile phone game.
The student's roommate told the reporter that on May xx, Liu played with his mobile phone all night as usual. Liu has a withdrawn personality. He has been obsessed with mobile games since a month ago. He stares at the screen every day and ignores others. He plays until late and ignores him when asked what he is playing.
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"We called him to class in the morning, and there was no response after calling (the deceased) a few times. When we found out that something was wrong, he was still leaning against the wall, holding his mobile phone in his hands, and his eyes were fixed on the screen."]
Looking at the comments below, some people yell at the game for harming people, so they should block this game, and some people give rational advice, telling everyone to use their mobile phones rationally and not to stay up late too often.
Often staying up late is really uncomfortable. Bai Yan used to stay up for a few days. Staying up late for a long time will make the heart beat disordered and the heart throbbing. It is indeed easy to cause sudden death after a long time.
However, there are tens of thousands of such news in just one year, distributed all over the world, and even many people suddenly collapsed while playing with their mobile phones during the day, which is really amazing.
Because too many people died suddenly while playing with mobile phones in the past year, appeals from various experts and professors emerged one after another.
However, no matter how experts call on everyone to pay attention to health and reduce staying up late, they still cannot resist people's enthusiasm for staying up late and playing with mobile phones. Every day, there are new news of sudden death on the Internet, and people use their lives to prove their insistence on playing mobile phones after sudden death.
It's also rather abnormal anyway.
Seeing this, Bai Yan already knew how he would die if he failed the game.
"In order to improve the chances of survival, the people selected by the app will definitely keep browsing the forums to browse posts and learn escape experience, and because they can't tell others about the game, they can only vent their emotions on the forum, and it is inevitable that they will be angry all day long. Looking at the phone. To those who don’t know the inside story, it is indeed a look of being addicted to the phone, and the sudden death of such a person will not surprise everyone.”
Bai Yan muttered to himself: "That college student was thought to have died suddenly while playing a game. His phone must have been turned over by someone else, so it seems that ordinary people can't see the app, or is it that even if the player flips through the forum, from the perspective of others, Come to see this person is also looking at other webpages?"
Thinking of this, Bai Yan began to verify his speculation.
He turned on his phone again and ordered a dessert for supper. When the delivery guy came to his door, he tried to open the app to show the guy outside.
In the end, the takeaway boy's reaction was "You are crazy, you have to show me all the king x glory, your teammates are going to be cheated to death."
It was only then that Bai Yan realized that the app icon on the phone had long since disappeared, and what jumped on it was the ranking screen of Wang x Glory. When the delivery boy looked away, the app returned.
After seeing off the delivery boy, Bai Yan found that Wang x Glory's page was still open. Of course, he wouldn't play this game. The people who lined up with him had already died. He didn't need to wrong himself to continue playing this boring game. .
Although it is ranked, wouldn't it be more enjoyable for teammates to be pitted miserably.
Now that the game has started, Bai Yan casually typed a few words in the game like 'Welfare Bureau, I want to hang up, you should surrender quickly', 'Give up, you can't win' and other trash talk, making those who want to score Teammates completely exploded in mentality.
Then, he happily quit the game, letting his teammates struggle in a 4v5 game.
Back on the chair, Bai Yan continued to browse the news while eating supper.
After clicking on a new page, he accidentally clicked on an advertisement. He entered a live broadcast website, and there were colorful covers on the website page.
Bai Yan glanced at it and wanted to close it, but when he saw one of the covers, his eyes froze.
"I seem to have seen this person somewhere, who is it?" He murmured and clicked on the live broadcast, and a woman with makeup appeared on the screen.
A huge bowl was placed in front of the woman, and ten boxes of instant noodles were placed beside the bowl.
"Afu's live broadcast room." Bai Yan read out the name of the live broadcast room word by word: "Afu...Chu Fu, so it's you."
No wonder you like to eat so much, it turns out that you are a big eater anchor.
Looking at the gifts and collections, Chu Fu is a hard-working little anchor with only a thousand fans.
Generally speaking, such small anchors care about popularity.
Bai Yan raised the corner of his mouth, signed up for an account without any further ado, and clicked Follow and Favorite. Then, he charged a little money into the account, swiped two considerable gifts, and got Chu Fu's contact information.
Afterwards, he successfully joined Chu Fu's group, and successfully upgraded to the room manager of the live broadcast room. During the live broadcast, Bai Yan gave some gifts one after another.
After giving away about five hundred, Bai Yan tentatively asked for a real meeting.
He didn't report much hope, he just wanted to get more realistic information from Chu Fu, but unexpectedly, Chu Fu really agreed.
"You really dare to promise."
Chu Fu agreed too readily, but instead made Bai Yan a little vigilant, worried that this was a trap set by her fishing.
But even if it was Chu Fu who was fishing, he made an appointment for this trip.
He still remembered that the forum was hung up.