As early as twenty years ago, in the era of the second generation photon computer, neural connection technology could already read the user's memory. Speaking of which … in that era, there was indeed a movement to protect the right to privacy and resist God's connection technology.
But in the end … people still gave in to technology. This was because technology could not only change the world, it could also change the way people lived and their ideology.
The suspicion and resistance of this society towards new things always existed, but there would always be some things that would stay and others that would be eliminated.
The popularity of the home phone, the short-lived appearance of the pager, the rise and fall of the mobile phone, the emergence of the smartphone …
Personal computers entered millions of homes, the rise of the internet, functional software monopolization of the market, the arrival of e-commerce …
There were too many examples to count … People were far more fickle and forgetful than they thought, so the tide of the times would never stop.
For example, in the past few years, people had gradually gotten used to advertising messages and scam phone calls. They had gotten used to the pop-up advertisements and various vulgar marketing. They had also gotten used to filling in various forms and posting personal information on the internet …
Therefore, as a young man who lived in the year 2055, Feng Bujue thought that what was happening before his eyes was completely understandable, and he very naturally accepted this setting.
"Okay … memory space." Feng Bujue mumbled. "What's so hard about that? Am I going to be trapped in my own home? "
He opened the cupboard, took out a large towel, and tried to dry his clothes as much as possible. Even though this did not help with the game, at least it would make him feel more comfortable.
Suddenly, Feng Bujue thought of something. He quickly put down the towel, walked to the sink, and took out a first aid box from the small wooden cupboard above the sink.
"Oh … it is exactly the same as my home." He said as he opened the box. He inspected the items one by one through the game menu, trying to find something that could cure the broken bone.
Unfortunately … there was none.
Brother Jue's first aid box only contained the usual items such as gauze, mercurochrome, alcohol, tweezers, scissors, and so on. But to treat a broken bone, one would need a cast or at least two pieces of wood for fixation.
After Feng Bujue rummaged through it, he said with dissatisfaction, "So the first aid measures at my home are that bad. What if I slip in the bathtub and break my arm or leg? Then I won't be able to treat it myself."
With no choice, he picked up the towel again to dry himself. When he was dry, he used the hairdryer to dry himself for a while. Then he used a ball of gauze to bandage his left knee and calf.
"Okay … Let's see what I have," Feng Bujue said as he placed the items one by one into his backpack and then took them out again. By doing so, the wet items would return to their original dry state.
It's still working even though it's still working. "He saw that the phone screen was still working and sighed." A small notebook, a ballpoint pen, a lighter, a flashlight with a battery … and the things that were originally in my backpack. "
He placed all of them on the ground and sat on the edge of the bathtub. He lowered his head slightly and used his left hand to hold his right elbow. He placed his right index and middle finger on his forehead and slid them down the bridge of his nose.
After doing this habitual action of thinking, Feng Bujue's mind went through all the information that he knew so far. He snapped his fingers and said with a smile, "There is no place in the world that is better than one's own home …" He repeated the first sentence that he found in the experiment building. "Is it referring to the situation that we are in now?"
"So, the game has just begun." Feng Bujue picked up all the items on the ground and drank a bottle of Life Points Recovery Potion. Including the automatic recovery that he had done so far, his Life Points had returned to sixty percent.
Then, he stood up and tried to walk a few steps. By then, the pain on his left leg had basically disappeared. As long as he did not do anything too big, the remaining pain was almost negligible. He could still walk with a limp.
Feng Bujue was very sensitive to the door in the game, so he did not hurry to explore his own bathroom. Instead, he walked to the bathroom door and looked at the lock.
The bathroom door naturally did not have a keyhole or key. From the outside, there was only a doorknob. Inside the bathroom, there was a simple lock under the doorknob and a latch lock.
In other words, the door could only be locked from the inside. Since he was inside the bathroom, there was no way that he could not open the door.
Feng Bujue reached out his hand and tried to turn the doorknob. At that moment, the system announcement entered his ears. "A malicious spirit is lingering outside the door. Are you sure you wish to open the door?"
"Huh?" Feng Bujue grumbled to himself. "F * ck … Is this game not afraid of leaving a psychological scar on the player? This is my home."
That being said, he wouldn't be traumatized by it anyway …
"There have been no hints since I entered the scenario, but now that I've touched the doorknob, it's given me this warning." Feng Bujue let go of the doorknob and said, "Then it's one hundred percent a death flag … Opening the door means certain death." He took several steps back and thought. "Then … there is no doubt that there is some kind of puzzle in the bathroom that needs to be solved."
With that in mind, he stepped forward to tighten the lock and inserted the latch. Turning back, he turned his attention to the bathroom.
Feng Bujue was not a dirty person. Of course, he was not a clean freak either. His home … was a place that looked very manly. It was somewhere between dirty and clean. It could be said that there was order in the midst of chaos. In any case, as long as he tried to recall where the items in each room were placed, he would be able to recall them.
Therefore, his search was very efficient.
In about five minutes, Feng Bujue finished inspecting the bathroom that he had built based on his memory. Overall, there was no difference between the bathroom and the one in real life. The items were all where they should be. Soap, shampoo, toilet cleaner, comb, aspirin, leather bag … All of them were shown as tools or consumables. None of them were items that could be traced to a "plot item".
However … Feng Bujue still found something strange.
The pattern on the plastic shower curtain above the bathtub seemed to be different from the one in his memory.
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