The dim moonlight, the gloomy streets, and the fishy smell of the wind all indicate something.

It was a very small room, with unadorned walls in tatters; The creaking bed made an ugly sound, and the chair with paint peeling off seemed to be on the verge of falling apart. A very low desk sits the room's only luxury—a computer. It was the only thing he took with him when he left that place. Now he was sitting in front of the computer, his slightly pale face making him look like he was seriously ill.

"Updated? Hey,The new one now can't find the feeling it used to be.。 He muttered to himself. A few clicks of the mouse with your fingers.

"It's getting dark! Before you know it, another day has passed. He looked up out the window. Then he reached out and touched his back, and behind him was a box of bucket noodles, which was owned by Master Liang.

So, while he's making noodles, let's get to know him. Feng Yue, male, 20 years old, unmarried, graduated from university. used to be a rich second generation, but his family left him because of a conspiracy. The former relatives showed their ugly faces; Former friends, shut up from him; The former girlfriend, gave up and followed his former friend. And he could only make a small request when leaving, took his own computer, and left his former home. Relying on the only few hundred yuan left, he rented the house he lives in now, he no longer walks out of this room, and lives by playing games and selling equipment every month, eating, wearing, and using, all of which are bought from the Internet.

"It's time for Vientiane to be updated, right? The curator is even more every day, and it's not enough to see at all. While eating noodles, Fengyue flicked the mouse and read the novel.

"Hey, it would be great if I could go to the world of anime, if I opened a gold finger again, I could also pretend to be 'beep'" The noodles are finished, and the newly updated chapters have been read, and Fengyue can't help but sigh.

At this time, the lights in the room flashed twice. "Is the filament unstable? Forget it, let's fix it tomorrow. He turned his head back to the screen.

As he turned his head, he saw a dialog box popping up on the computer screen, which said, "Do you want to understand the meaning of life?" Do you want to be truly 、、、alive?"

Now, let's rewind the camera to three seconds ago, and at the moment when Fengyue turned his head to look at the light, a black hand suddenly appeared on the computer screen, which placed the dialog box in the middle of the screen, and then this hand merged into the dialog box. At this time, Feng Yue also happened to turn her head back.

"I'll go! Got a virus? He hurriedly opened the 471 antivirus software. However, it is of no avail. The results showed that the computer was not poisoned. He tried to restart the computer again, and it restarted, but the dialog box remained on the screen. In desperation, he chose to unplug the power supply. However... After unplugging, the dialog box continues to appear on the computer screen that is turned off.

"Could it be ... It's true? He trembled and reached for the mouse. But when he grabbed the mouse, he found that there was no mouse pointer at all. After two seconds of silence, he seemed to think of something, and slowly, he raised his right hand, stretched out his index finger, and pointed to the 'yes' in the dialog box. When he touched the computer screen, he suddenly felt like the world was spinning, and within a few seconds, he fainted. And he himself disappeared from this room. And a moment before he fell unconscious, he heard a staccato phrase phrase 'Host ... Recognize, pass on... Beginning'