Zhang Heng walked up the iron ladder to the second floor and reached out 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 swaying their bodies downstairs, he thought that even if the interior of the iron room was not the same, it would at least be similar.
In reality, however, it was more like a VIP lounge at an international airport.
After pushing open the door, Zhang Heng felt as if he had entered a different world. Soft lights, red Persian carpet, leather sofa, silver cutlery on the coffee table, a variety of snacks and fruits on the self-service counter, and a small bar on the right. When he closed the door behind him, he even heard a soft and soothing piano music.
The sound waves below had exceeded a hundred decibels. Although Zhang Heng was not a professional in this field, he knew very well that the material structure of a container had almost no soundproofing effect.
However, the truth was right before their eyes. When the iron door was closed, the noise outside was completely blocked off on the other side.
Perhaps it was because Zhang Heng had experienced something even more unbelievable in the past that he had developed a certain level of immunity to such things.
"Welcome," said the woman in a red evening dress behind the bar.
Zhang Heng took a quick look around. Other than him, there were about a dozen other people in the lounge. They were sitting in booths not far away. Some were chatting together, and some were sitting alone. The strange thing was that even though the person closest to him was only a few meters away, he could not see the person's face clearly.
It was a very strange experience. He could feel that there was nothing wrong with his vision, and his retina could clearly see everything. However, it was as if something was preventing the information from being transmitted back to his brain.
Zhang Heng did not believe it. He tried to focus, feeling as if he was about to break through the invisible barrier. The next moment, a nauseous feeling came from his abdomen, and he had to reach out to hold the bar to prevent himself from falling.
Just then, a glass of lemonade was pushed in front of him.
"Relax, this is something every new player has to go through. Unless the other party allows it, the player's appearance in Sex and the City will not be recognizable by default. In fact, your voices have also been specially processed. What you hear is not your real voice. This is to ensure your safety as much as possible."
"But I can still see your appearance." Zhang Heng took the lemonade and thanked the bartender. The lights were dim, and his attention was on the others. It was only now that he realized the face behind the bar counter looked a little familiar. Although she had changed her clothes and applied lipstick, and her temperament was completely different from how she was during the day, Zhang Heng still recognized her. "Are you … the bartender from the Maid Cafe?"
"Not bad. Your observation skills are sharper than I expected." The latter was wiping the glass. "No one said that a person can only work one job a day, right? By the way, I'm the receptionist here, so I don't need to hide my appearance like the players. "
"I'm sorry. Ever since I came in, you've been repeating the words' player 'and' receptionist 'in my ears. Forgive me for being blunt, but I still don't know what game I'm participating in. Blackjack? Texas hold 'em? Or Legends of the Three Kingdoms? E-Sports? "Zhang Heng sat on the high stool in front of the bar counter.
"I usually don't like to brag about my employers in front of customers. In fact, I don't like to brag about them at all times. But this time, I must say, congratulations, Mr. Zhang. You are very lucky to be playing the greatest game in human history. I can assure you that compared to the games you've played before, this game is nothing. It will change your life completely."
"That's quite a high praise."
"On the contrary, no praise can compare to the game itself. Now, answer me a question. What do you think makes a person truly himself?" The bartender put down the glass in her hand, a rare look of seriousness on her face.
"DNA?" Zhang Heng took a sip of the lemonade in his hand.
"There's nothing wrong with this statement. Each of us has a unique DNA. Some parts of our bodies have been encoded since birth. Your appearance, your family, your family's medical history … But fortunately, after this, we still have many choices. You can go to college, you can work, you can start a business, you can become a primary school teacher, or you can be an astronaut or something."
A strange light flashed in the bartender's eyes, and she spoke faster and faster. "Put aside those things that are predestined, let me ask you a more accurate question. What do you think makes a person who he is today? For example, why can astronauts walk in space? Why can boxers knock out their opponents in the boxing ring? And what makes teachers pick up teaching aids?"
"Experience? Are you trying to say that experience and learning make us who we are today? " Zhang Heng quickly understood what the bartender was trying to say. He then raised his eyebrows. "But I still don't understand what this has to do with the game I'm about to participate in."
This time, however, he didn't get any answer.
"No amount of words can compare to witnessing it with your own eyes. Mr. Zhang, your first round of the game has begun. Please cherish this rare and extraordinary experience. I look forward to seeing you again."
When the bartender finished her last sentence, the hands of the clock on the wall pointed at eleven o 'clock.
The next moment, a strong sense of dizziness rushed to Zhang Heng's head, blurring his vision.
Did he fall into a trap?!
Zhang Heng's first reaction was that there was something wrong with the glass of lemonade. It was the only thing he had ever tasted. Since the moment he stepped into the bar, he had been vigilant. Perhaps because he didn't expect to meet an acquaintance here, he let his guard down a little. He didn't know when the other party did it, or what kind of powerful anesthetic she put in it. Just a sip of it had such a terrifying effect. All he could feel was his head getting heavier and heavier, and he could no longer hold on. He then collapsed on the bar counter and lost consciousness.
Zhang Heng didn't know how much time had passed. Maybe it was a few days, a few hours, or just a few seconds.
An unfamiliar voice rang in his ear.
[Player identity verification …]
[Verification passed. Randomly selecting a new dungeon for player No. 07958 …]
[Selection complete — Current dungeon is Desert Island Survival.]
"You took a cruise ship out to sea. When you were sailing near the equator, you encountered a terrible storm, and the ship deviated from its original route. At the same time, the ship's radar, sonar, GPS, and satellite phone all mysteriously failed. You lost your direction and sailed aimlessly at sea for another month. Unfortunately, you encountered another bigger storm. When it happened, you happened to be standing on the deck, and a huge wave swept you into the sea. When you opened your eyes again, you found yourself lying on an unfamiliar beach."
[Mission Objective: Survive on this deserted island for 40 days]
[Mode: Single player]
[Time flow rate: 480] (One hour in the real world is equivalent to 20 days in this game. After 40 days, the player will be forced to return to the real world.)
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