48 Hours a Day

Zhang Heng walked along the iron ladder to the second floor, reaching out and pushing the blue iron door in front of him.

Considering what he had heard along the way, and the young men and women downstairs who were shaking their bodies to release their youth, he thought that the iron room should be more or less the same if not the same style.

In fact, however, this is more like the VIP lounge at the International Airport.

Open the door and Zhang Heng feels like entering another world, soft lights, red Persian carpets, leather sofas, silver tableware on the coffee table, a variety of snacks and fruits on the buffet table, a small bar on his right hand side, and when he closes the door behind him, he even sounds a soft and soothing piano song in his ear.

You know, the sound waves below are now over a hundred percent. Zhang Heng, although not a relevant professional, is also aware that the material structure like the container has almost no acoustic insulation.

But now the truth is that when that iron door closes, the noise outside the door is completely blocked from the other side.

Perhaps because something even more incredible had happened to Zhang Heng, he had developed a certain immunity to similar things, but only took a moment of silence to take a fresh step.

“Welcome.” The woman in the red dress behind the bar opened her mouth.

Zhang Heng simply weighed around. In addition to him, there were about a dozen people in this lounge. They sat in a card seat not far away. There were people chatting together and one person alone. But oddly enough, the nearest person was only a few meters away from him, but he couldn't see the other person's face.

It was a strange experience where he could feel that his vision was fine, that the retina could be clearly imaged, but then it was like something was blocking the transmission of that information back to his brain.

Zhang Heng did not believe in this evil. He tried to concentrate and felt like 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 and hold the bar so that he didn't fall.

Then a glass of lemonade was pushed in front of him.

“Relax, this is what every new player who comes here will experience. Unless the other person allows it, the player's appearance is by default unrecognizable in the City of Desire. In fact, your voice has been specially processed, and what you hear is not a real voice, and this is to maximize your safety. ”

“But I can still see you.” Zhang Heng took the lemonade and thanked him. The lights were dim and his attention was focused on the others. Until then, he noticed that the face behind the bar was a little familiar. Despite the other party changing clothes, wearing lipstick, the temperament was quite different from that of the day, but he was recognized by Zhang Heng. “Are you... the bartender lady at the maid's cafe? ”

“Well, you're a little more observant than I thought.” The latter wipes the glass and still keeps it a little cold during the day, "nobody says," only one job a day, right? By the way, I'm a receptionist here and I don't have to hide my face like a player. ”

“I'm sorry, you've been repeating words like players and receptionists in my ear ever since I came in, but with all due respect, I still don't know what kind of game I'm in, 21: 00? Texas poker? Three Kingdoms of Killing, Electronic Sports?” Zhang Heng sat on the high footstool in front of the bar.

“I don't usually like to brag about my employers 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 game ever played by humankind, and I can assure you that compared to it, all the games you've played before are weak and will completely change your life. ”

“This is often heard at promotional organizations' presentations. ”

“It's not your fault. Doubt is human nature.” The bartender lady is not angry when she hears the words, "answer me one question, Mr. Zhang Heng, what do you think makes a person truly himself? ”

“DNA?” Zhang Heng drank the lemonade in his mouth and wondered why the bartender lady suddenly moved the subject to this.

“There is no mistake in saying that each of us has a unique DNA, that some parts of our body have been encoded since birth, your face, family, family history… but fortunately after that we still have a lot of options, you can go to college, you can work, you can start a business, you can become an elementary school teacher, you can become an astronaut, etc. ”

The bartender lady put down the crystal clear glass that was rubbed in her hand, and the speech was getting faster and faster, "Throw away those things that were meant to be innate, let me ask you a more accurate question, what do you think makes a person who he is today, such as why astronauts can walk in space, why boxers can knock down opponents on boxers, and what makes teachers pick up teaching aids? ”

“Experience? Are you trying to say that experience and learning made us who we are today?” Zhang Heng soon understood what the bartender lady wanted to say, and then he picked his eyebrows, "but I still don't understand what this has to do with my upcoming game. ”

This time, however, he did not receive any further answers.

“More text descriptions are not as good as witnessing it. Mr. Zhang Heng, your first round of games has begun. Please take advantage of this extraordinary experience. I look forward to seeing you again. ”

The bartender's eyes flashed with an unusual glow, and she finished her last sentence with the pointer on the wall clock ringing exactly eleven o'clock.

The next moment, a strong dizziness rushed into Zhang Heng's head, blurring his gaze.

Not good, am I winning?!

Zhang Heng's first reaction was that there was a problem in the glass of lemonade. That was the only thing he had ever tasted. He had been vigilant since the moment he stepped into the bar. However, perhaps because he didn't expect to meet someone he knew here. This vigilance was a little relaxed. He didn't know when the other party was moving his hand. He put some powerful anesthetic in it. Just a gentle sip would have such a horrible effect. He just felt his head was getting heavier and couldn't hold it any longer. He fell down on the bar unconscious.

So men get drugged, too?

Zhang Heng doesn't know how long it's been, maybe days, maybe hours, maybe just seconds.

He had a strange voice in his ear.

[Player authentication in progress...]

[Verified, randomly extracting new copies for player No. 07958...]

[Sampling complete - current copy is for desert island survival]

“When you sailed out on a cruise ship and drove near the equator, there was a terrible storm, and the cruise was off course, while all the radar sonar, GPS and satellite phones on board were strangely deactivated, you lost direction, and you sailed aimlessly for a month at sea, unfortunately you had another bigger storm, and when it happened, you were standing on the deck, a giant wave caught you in the sea, and when you opened your eyes again, you found yourself lying on a strange beach. ”

[Mission target: 40 days on this deserted island]

[Mode: Single]

[Time Flow Rate: 480] (1 hour in the real world equals 20 days in the game, after 40 days the player is forced back to the real world)

A friendly reminder that the game will officially open in five seconds, please prepare the player.