After tea and dinner, the mood is exciting.

With Li Xiaoyu and Fang Liang here, the summer vacation courses and internship reports of the four of them have already been written, and sports and fitness and daily rehabilitation have also been done every day, and if there are no games to play in the remaining time, it will really be like locking everyone in a cage, and it is really panicking.

But just change into clothes and lie down in this high-tech coffin connected to the virtual world, and you can easily escape reality.

Anyway, after graduating from college, most people just work to make money and meet simple food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Those who really want to contribute more to the construction of the world will go to prepare for the national public institution.

Enter the virtual community, Jane applies in line, waiting for small talk.

After observing for a while, Fang Liang found that there were still quite a few players who were interested in Xenoreality. Some people even signed some contracts and obtained a recording and broadcasting qualification certificate, which can make the weird experience in the game into a self-media web series and publish it publicly.

Of course, these videos need to be officially reviewed before they can be released, and not all patchwork materials can be posted.

Fang Liang felt that it was too troublesome, there were many people in this business, and it was difficult to make money, so it was better to take the copy seriously.

There are officials who take care of all the formalities and processes, as long as you play games, you can make money, and even the tax commission of the virtual auction market is omitted, this is simply the most conscientious game among all the online games that Fang Liang has played.

[System]: Coming to "Xenoreality", please be mentally prepared for all C-level dreamers, you are about to dive into the cursed and distorted world of mental cognition, and the challenge is about to begin!

[System]: Entering the "ID:Touch Boot Prologue......

[Hint: This game is weird, exciting and cruel, if you feel serious discomfort at the end of the prologue, please choose to give up.] 】

[Current Status: Survive*2, Defeat*0, Give Up*0, Streak Multiplier*2]

[Players who choose to continue, please remain patient, focused, and in awe.] 】

Fang Liang cheered up, and slowly felt a void of darkness open in front of him, and his character's perspective was suspended in the void, quietly feeling the cognitive world generated by the projection of the virtual device.

[System: Your role is not your self, you are switching to the perspective of the cursed to learn more about ......]

Tick.

In the darkness, there was a sudden sound of unexplained droplets.

Fang Liang feels like a viewer of a virtual movie, experiencing the thoughts and feelings of another person from the perspective of the protagonist of the copy.

……

Tranquility, far-reaching.

Have you ever dreamed that you had become another person in a dream?

Failing to grasp the key points of concern will lead to more and more distraction.

He was a very light sleeper, and a person with a nervous breakdown would wake up in an instant when he heard the slightest abnormal movement.

When he opened his eyes, the light on the curtains was a bright blue-gray, and the furnishings of the room in the dim light were still the same as those of the bedroom, and he found himself still sleeping on the bed in the bedroom, which made him feel a little reassured.

What time is it? His head stiffened, and he didn't dare to turn his head to look in the direction of the bed and closet.

He closed his eyes, intending to get another good night's sleep, he had been so tired lately that a moment's sleep would give him the courage to continue living.

However, the sense of hearing, which is awakened by the sound of water droplets, cannot be reawakened to sleep.

As his eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, the furnishings in the bedroom became clearer, and he stared at the ceiling inexplicably, and the more he looked, the more he felt that the wall bumps that were not perfect and smooth were vaguely like a strange smile.

There was a baby's cry downstairs, he didn't know the baby's gender, but he couldn't help but guess that the baby might have been frightened by some kind of passing existence, so he would cry so heartbreakingly?

He closed his eyes, trying to rediscover the peace that sleep and dreams bring.

But the forehead and eyelids were unexpectedly a little cold, and the curtains made a rustling sound, was the wind blowing from under the crack in the door?

He didn't dare to open his eyes, sneaked into the phone hidden under the pillow, leaned over and bowed his head, and shrunk his head into the quilt.

Downstairs, a couple arguing gradually came out, and the tone was inaudible, and it was impossible to tell whether it was anger or complaining.

The wind in the bedroom seemed to be a little stronger, and he felt something above his head, as if he was hiding in the quilt and playing with his mobile phone, and suddenly his parents lifted the quilt and revealed its original form.

He had this panic for a moment.

But he quickly forced himself to calm down - he was a sophomore in college, studying in the Department of Seahorse Plant Programming, and after graduation, he could get a prestigious school certificate, whether it was to report to the local cabinet management agency or apply for a virtual neural entertainment company, which was a gold-level stepping stone.

Even if there is any problem with the internship company that cooperates with the school, he has already bought a plane ticket to return to China, and his parents are now at home, so there is no reason for him to continue to be entangled in those things.

Yes, none of those nightmares are real.

I saw it wrong, I heard it wrong, it was all fake, it was all an illusion.

But he was very sad to find that he didn't even have the courage to hide in the quilt and press the phone, and he was afraid that when he opened the phone, he would see some abnormal pictures.

But he was afraid that he would die quietly and inexplicably, and no one even knew that he would die.

Including him, there are eight people who survived the incident and did not die on the spot.

However, less than a week after the incident, 3 people have died, and the cause of death and the appearance of death have not been disclosed.

His brain was still thinking about it uncontrollably, but the more he thought about it, the clearer the picture in his memory became, which made him sweat all over his body, and then he felt a little chilled.

It's so stuffy that you have to put your head out of the quilt immediately to breathe.

Or, turn on your phone and use the light source to see if you can find anything else under the covers.

But what if something is waiting for you outside the covers?

The thought made him stiffen, but soon, a chill gradually rose to the tip of his nose.

It was as if something did lift a door at the edge of the quilt, giving him plenty of room to breathe.

It was as if a pair of cold hands had reached into the quilt, trying to find something in the quilt.

He began to shiver inexplicably, and couldn't help but squirm his body, avoiding the source of the coolness.

But the coolness was like a slippery snake, slowly moving along his body temperature.

At the moment when the panic intensified, he suddenly felt that his back was getting colder and colder, and then he suddenly emptied.

Bang.

He fell out of bed wrapped in a quilt, his head hit the bedside table very unfortunately, the severe headache almost made him burst into tears, and his heart hung in his throat, but he still didn't dare to poke his head out and open his eyes.

People outside the living room seemed to hear him fall out of bed.

A rustling, slow-rubbing sound of slippers rubbing against the surface of the ground is approaching.

He relieved himself and guessed that it was his parents, but that didn't matter.

Even if it were, it would be humiliating to be discovered?

It's better than opening your eyes and seeing something strange.

Even in dreams, be careful.

With a creak, he heard the door open.

The footsteps were a little slow, I don't know if my eyes hadn't adjusted to the darkness of the early morning, or because I didn't want to turn on the lights because I was saving electricity, the rustling sound walked slowly, gradually approaching him, the poor worm who was wrapped in a quilt and shivering.

His heart was pounding, the air remaining under the covers was getting muddy, and his mind was racing uncontrollably.

Is this dad or mom?

Are they here to save me?

Anyway, as long as they come, and then just turn on the lights, just turn on the lights......

He hadn't been home for a long time, and he couldn't remember the footsteps of his parents, but he gradually felt a pair of heavy hands groping on the quilt, as if looking for a gap to open the quilt, and as if he was afraid of waking him up.

The strength of this hand, it should be Dad? Mom's hands shouldn't be that heavy.

Ignoring the severe headache, he tried his best to lower his breathing with his mouth and listen carefully to who was coming.

The owner of the hands stopped his movements at this moment, and then slowly exited the room.

Don't go! Why don't you untie the quilt, why don't you turn on the light, I didn't fall asleep at all!

Do you just watch your son sleep on the ground wrapped in a quilt?

But wait, what if it's not Mom and Dad, and it happens to be tricked by my feigned sleep, wouldn't it......

In the midst of the contradictions, the air became more and more muddy and hot, and even if that thing really existed, it was impossible for him, an adult man, to be trapped in the quilt and suffocate to death.

Frightened, he was suffering every minute, and he felt like he was about to be driven crazy by that little movement!

At this moment, he finally grasped his phone tightly and was determined to give it a go.

With his eyes still closed, he figured out the beginning and end of the phone, then unlocked the menu, slid to the last page, and launched his messaging software in a blind typing way, ready to send voice messages at any time.

Finally, he secretly loosened the gap in the quilt.

The cold air poured into his nasal passages and trachea, leaving him feeling comfortable and gradually relaxed.

At this moment, he finally opened his eyes, and his eyes, which had long been accustomed to the darkness, could see everything in the room clearly.

However, at this moment, it was ...... who was lying on his side on the bed and gradually forced him out of bed