48 Hours a Day

The information sent by Ding Si is semi-advertising in nature. It is about a recently established forum, led by the three guilds, to rent overseas servers to facilitate and facilitate exchanges among players. Each player is free to register.

Zhang Heng briefly looked at the image attachment sent by Ding Si, the name of the website is Immersive Simulated Game Enthusiast Forum.

There are also small notes and editorials below, mainly to mislead ordinary people into thinking that this is a fanatical Reality Simulation Game Enthusiast Forum.

There are now three main segments of the website open, a daily water section, a trading area, and a team recruiting area, while subsequent features are still under construction. Site builders claim to try to protect visitors' information security, encrypt IP information, sign up without binding any mailbox phones, even speaking in tourist status, but still encourage people to use IDs.

In principle, website administrators are not responsible for the authenticity of the information posted above, but also remind registrants to be vigilant and not to disclose their identity information.

The idea of a website is actually a long time ago. It is said that the earliest group of players had created some QQ groups before, and their friends actively shared their experiences with each other, but then the QQ group was dissolved because of a series of malicious events. The site is now an upgraded version of the QQ groups before.

The original intention was to reunite the players, solve the problem of poor communication and fighting each other. Of course, the three guilds did not try to have no selfishness, and wanted to gradually build a leadership position among the players. However, for the moment, the creation of this website is obviously more detrimental than advantageous. Especially for single-machine players like Zhang Heng, he has a channel to understand the outside world.

However, Zhang Heng did not log onto the website immediately. Although the three guilds claimed that the site was secure and would not divulge the user's IP, Zhang Heng was still not planning to use his phone or his home computer to log onto the site. He was prepared to wait for an internet cafe in his spare time.

After cleaning the yard, Zhang Heng changed his shoes and walked into the house. He wanted to take a shower first.

But when he passed by the fields, he suddenly stopped.

Little girl grabbed a pencil to lie on the coffee table, Zhang Hengyi thought she was doing her homework, but approached to find out that it was not, what was being painted on the back of the homework book.

She was drawing a woman sitting on a sick bed with an elderly man, a leg hung up, his face full of horror, because the lamp on his head suddenly fell off and was smashing at him.

This is a children's brush painting, and the brush strokes are filled with children's truthfulness, but the content is somewhat scary.

“Can I see it?” Zhang Heng reached out his hand and spoke in a gentle manner.

When Tian Tian painted, she was very focused. She didn't seem to expect anyone to come behind her. She was surprised to hear the story, but she handed her homework to Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng took the assignment and turned it forward. He also saw several other paintings, including an old man who fell on his bike, a puppy who fell into the pond, and a woman who cut her fingers while cutting her dishes.

Zhang Hengshen moved, thinking of the previous scratch sticker on the young woman's left index finger, he looked down at the little girl and found that the latter was also looking at him, hiding a color of fear in her eyes.

The last time they saw each other was about a year and a half ago, when Tian Tian was a very lively and cheerful little girl, but this time goodbye she was obviously much quieter.

“Nice painting.” Zhang Heng handed the homework back without a sound.

He noticed that Tian Tian took over the homework and seemed to be relieved. It was difficult for young girls of this age to hide their true emotions. After that, Zhang Heng gave up his intention to take a bath. He just changed his coat and went to justice. "Where is Grandpa Chen's hospital? ”

“What, do you want to go see him? Well, you didn't have to go to his house when you were a kid and eat a lot of meat. He was at the Second People's Hospital in the city. I was going to go later. Since you were going to go, you can take my place. Do you have any money? ”

Zhang Heng shook the wallet in his hand, "I'll be there first. ”

After leaving, Zhang Heng bought a fruit basket in a fruit shop next to the neighborhood. Instead of taking a bus, he ordered a drip and went straight to the city's second people's hospital, three kilometers away.

Whenever there's always a lot of people in the hospital, sick numbers, family members, and visiting relatives and friends... squeezing the water out of the way, mixing all the smells in the hallway, and the stinging smell of coughing and sanitizing water.

Such an environment can easily create a sense of repression.

Zhang Heng did not go to the service desk to ask about the bed. He remembered the bed number on the picture. According to this bed number, he easily found the ward and saw Grandpa Chen and the young woman through the glass.

Zhang Heng knocked twice on the door and pushed the door in. The young woman saw a surprise on his face, but she immediately stood up and welcomed him, took the basket and talked to him about learning about life.

Grandpa Chen looked good in the hospital bed. Although he fell into his leg, he did not lose his eyebrows because of it. He saw Zhang Hengda laugh twice and said that it had been a long time since he had seen the latter. The latter looked even more handsome.

Zhang Heng shredded an apple from Grandpa Chen's bedside table with a fruit knife and took a look around. The whole ward environment was nice. It was a three-person room, and the other two beds also had sick numbers. Grandpa Chen's bed was right in the middle, and he hung an old-fashioned double-ended fluorescent lamp over his head.

The shape is the same as in the picture.

Zhang Heng did not leave after cutting the apple. She stood beside the bed and chatted with Grandpa Chen. The young woman felt a little strange, but she didn't say anything. Grandpa Chen chatted with Zhang Heng when she was a child, but nobody told her the embarrassment of someone baking dry in front of the heating. Happy eyebrow dance, even the pain in her leg seemed to be forgotten.

“ ………… ”

As a result, the double-ended fluorescent lamp tube on top of his head suddenly disengaged without warning and hit him on the top of his head. However, just as that lamp was about to hit Grandpa Chen's forehead, one hand held it steady.

Zhang Heng can stop even the knife that he chopped with all his strength, and one lamp after another is naturally unspoken, not to mention he is always watching the movement on his head.

But when that tube really came off, he was somewhat unexpected.

Predicting the future? But from the simplicity of the paintings, what seems to happen is bad things, more like some kind of curse.

The young woman was even thanking her. The little nurse who was changing the medication for the next bed was still in shock. A pair of slippery eyes curiously measured Zhang Heng. Unfortunately, the latter did not intend to stay in the hospital any longer at this time. After confirming her thoughts, it was time to solve the problem.