Volume 1 First Glimpse of the Nightmare Chapter 6 Three o'clock in the morning
"The ratio of your personal space to your real time is 10 to 10, which means that 1 hour in reality is equal to 10 hours in your personal space. The timeline in the trial scene is independent of the personal space and the real world, but the length of a trial will never exceed three hours of real time. "I sat on the couch and listened to Yi explain to me.
"Personal space with a few items is a must, exterior door, toilet, fridge and bed. Yi continued, "The things you order will be placed outside the outer door you designed, and the space for trials and visits to other trialists will need to go through the outer door. The toilet doesn't need to be explained, the physiological needs...""You better explain. I interjected, "Isn't it supposed to be in a dream now, why do I still have physical needs?" "You can understand that when you dream, your soul has left the physical body and entered another body prepared for you by the space, so you will have physical needs, and you will also feel pain, pain, and tiredness. Yi explained, "So the same is true for the refrigerator, what do you need to say to the refrigerator, if it's not, then the corresponding food and drink will appear in it." As for the bed...""Hey, hey," I interrupted, "I know, I know, when I'm awesome, are there all kinds of best girls in the Three Realms to choose from?What demons and elves fly together, and Lori is the same as the royal sister?" From now on, you'll be prompted to enter your personal space five minutes after you go to sleep. If you want to go back, lie down in the graceful bed you designed, and there will be a return prompt. By the way, remember to ensure that you sleep well, when you are in your personal space or in a trial scene. If your sleep is disturbed in reality, it is very likely that you will be disconnected. Although the space has a way to keep your soul intact, there is no way to pack your equipment, props, etc. ”
"I see, thank you. I thanked him from the bottom of my heart, walked over to the refrigerator, and said, "Coke, 500ml, delicious." "I felt a little stupid. "Deduction point roll 2 o'clock" The refrigerator emits a mechanical sound. I opened the fridge and took out the Coke and asked, "Dian Roll is the currency here, right? How many do I have?" Yi replied, "If you work hard in the trial scene, the space will give you some rolls, let you enjoy and make you hi, and you can also buy equipment, buy props, buy skills, and buy personal enhancements, you get 3,000 points after the novice trial, and then someone gives you 100,000 points on your account." "Poof" I squirted out a mouthful of Coke, and the refrigerator said that my mother sold batches. "Who have I been a dad lately?" I thought, "Jigsaw? These 100,000 strange things can't be moved first. ”
"What time is it in reality?" I asked, "three o'clock." Yi replied. "You look at home, I'll go back. Jia Nai!" I walked to the side of my golden round bed, and lay down in my kimono, as if I heard a female voice in the haze: "Do you choose to return?" I shouted. "Do you want to wake up right away or stay asleep?" the female voice continued. This time I didn't say anything, trying to answer in my heart, "Wake up." ”
At three o'clock in the morning, in Room 328 of the men's apartment of the Imperial Capital Star University, a man sat up violently, and a national scold was about to take shape, but the sleeping roommate made him shut up. I only heard him whisper: "I chose to wake up, and I was really completely awake, and I still slept with eggs!"
The next day, at 9 a.m., the school held a lecture class, and everyone sat in the classroom with "happy" written on their faces. The students are very helpless, a few of the senior dogs are willing to go to the classroom at nine o'clock, but the school requires that they do it for graduation; the school is also very helpless, not only do they have to ask the teacher to talk about these lectures, but they also have to find ways to invite the students to listen, but some people above ask them to do it for the sake of the policy; the people above are also helpless, and the fools are willing to do these thankless things, but if they don't, these college students are more than one hanger. In conclusion, why should humans hurt each other.
"Lao Su, why are your eye bags so dark? Didn't we sleep together last night?" Liu Wei sat next to me first, taking advantage of the fact that the teacher had not yet come to force him frantically. "Pay attention to your puns, you courtiers!" I said helplessly, "I had a strange dream and didn't sleep well." "I had a nice dream last night, but you don't believe it. Liu Weixian laughed. I said in my heart that people are stupid, but you are really in my dream, and it is impossible to believe it.
"Coco, your eyes are really heavy. The girls sitting behind us also started chatting, "It's all because those stinky boys play a game of hammers in the middle of the night." "I felt a chill on the back of my neck, and I suddenly felt that it was probably a few of us who were talking about it. But when I thought about it, they didn't recognize me, so I settled down and continued to listen to their chatter.
"It's not all their fault. Another female voice sounded, "I didn't sleep well last night, it must have been affected by the song I listened to before going to bed, and I had a rather nonsense dream." "Tell me about your dreams. The first girl said. "Forget it, forget it, there's nothing to talk about. The second female voice responded, "I hope this lesson is done sooner so I can go back and catch up on sleep." ”
We men and women in our senior year, they may not know me, but I know them one by one. Collecting information, processing information, and recording information is also a pastime for me. Judging from the voice, it should be Wang Yan and Guihai Kehui who spoke, they are from the same dormitory, 302, just opposite our dormitory. Well, let's close the windows when it's dark tonight.
After lunch, I tried to take a nap. I think I slept a little lightly, so I didn't receive any so-called entry prompts. Or was it really just a dream last night? myself, playing with myself? Honestly, when I think about it, I think I should have a little bit of a sense of loss.
Open black, dinner, open black, take a bath, open black, supper, open black, sleep. This may be the legendary mess days. Before going to bed, I finally made up my mind to turn my electric mosquito coil out, and for a week I felt like I had fed a reinforced row of mosquitoes. After ten minutes of rummaging through the cabinets, I finally took out an electric mosquito coil from the box where the textbooks were kept, as well as a broken old book.
The book is so worn out that it doesn't even have a cover, but it did look like I grew up. When I was five years old, I was in the cellar of my grandmother's house, and I found it in a pile of torn books sealed in a sensitive period, and the other books were almost turned into spring mud, but it was still slightly complete. Since then, this broken book seems to have haunted me, and it can't be shaken off, and it always appears everywhere around me within logic and reason. When I was 10 years old, my mother lost it while cleaning the house, and then I searched through the trash can for an hour to find it, because the outline of the first novel I secretly wrote was sandwiched in it; As a result, when I went to school the next day, I found that I forgot to pack it when I packed my schoolbag and came home yesterday, and it was lying quietly in my hole.
When I was in high school, I began to crave all kinds of knowledge to fill the gaps in my life. I've tried to read this book more than once, but I really can't read it, on a spiritual level. The meaning of each word can be basically understood, but when it is connected together, it is difficult to understand, and the only thing that can be seen is that this is a fragment, only the first half. When I left home for college, I didn't want to take it with me, it wasn't very useful. But when I arrived at school and opened the suitcase, I found it hidden in the wide pocket of my down jacket. Although I don't believe in ghosts and gods, I believe that it is not a coincidence, but unfortunately I have never found a good explanation.
The moment I took the book out of the box, a voice sounded in my head: "Bring it in, bring it in, use that hundred thousand, one hundred thousand!"