A day later, the helmet that Wang Bo needed was manufactured.

The conquistadors sent a mechanical soldier to deliver to their doors.

Wang Bo opened the box and saw a helmet covered in pitch black, but with a super cool appearance, just like the fully armed helmet in some sci-fi blockbusters.

"This is a gaming helmet?"

Faced with Wang Bo's question, Miss Friday changed from a mobile phone to a smaller Transformer, and nodded slightly, "Yes sir, this is the game helmet we made specially for you." ”

Wang Bo couldn't wait to put the helmet on his head, and the eyes were pure black sunglasses, and he couldn't see anything after putting them on.

"How should this thing be activated?"

"Voice activation." Friday response.

"Start!" Wang Bo tried to shout.

In the next second, the black lens released a faint light, soft and not dazzling, and data poured down from the lens like a waterfall.

At the same time, a faint electric current stimulated Wang Bo's cranial nerves.

Friday's voice rang out again, "Please don't resist this bioelectric current, sir, or you won't be able to enter the game." ”

So Wang Bo could only give up resistance and let this stimulate his cerebral cortex.

In an instant, a slight feeling of dizziness came.

Wang Bo couldn't help but close his eyes, but this slight dizziness did not last long, it could almost be said to be a flash, and when he opened his eyes again, Wang Bo was shocked to find that what he saw was a completely different ceiling.

He was currently lying on the bed, looking left and right, and found that the place he was in was a very ordinary bedroom.

The bedroom was small and had no furniture other than a bed and a chair, as well as a wardrobe.

Wang Bo turned his head and saw that the window on the left hand side was ajar, and the night wind was slowly blowing in, and the white curtain was swaying, flying, and tumbling in the wind.

Wang Bo got up and stepped on the beige wooden floor, making a creaking sound.

It's true.

Wang Bo couldn't help but sigh, he knew that he should have entered the game now, but whether it was touch or vision, there was no illusory feeling, it was very real.

Repeatedly, just like in the real world.

Wang Bo stepped on the creaking floor and opened the bedroom door, and outside was a typical American living room.

Wang Bo carefully surveyed his surroundings, wooden sofas, dining tables, European-style fireplaces, and two guitars hanging on the walls.

It's a very ordinary American family.

Wang Bo walked into the bathroom and saw a mirror.

So he stepped forward and was surprised to find that what was reflected in the mirror was the appearance of a skinless mechanical soldier.

It just so happened that at this moment, Friday's voice rang out.

"Master, what you occupy now is the mechanical warrior S type that we have tailored for you, this form of mechanical warrior has a huge force of about ten tons, the limit speed is subsonic, it is equipped with dozens of combat skills, it has several combat support modes, it has bionic skins, and it has ......"

"Stop!" Wang Bo hurriedly interrupted Miss Friday's words and said, "I will be familiar with these things in the battle, you tell me first, what kind of game is this." ”

Miss Friday said, "Sir, this is a big game based on the real world with an open map...... New York! ”

"In this game, you can be a bounty hunter, you can be a teacher, you can be a politician, you can be a killer, you can even become an underworld boss, everything depends on your judgment."

Wang Bo: ......

He understood now that this was not a game at all, this was reality, but Miss Friday was lazy and transferred her consciousness to the body of a mechanical soldier.

And then there's a game system that pretends to be a game.

However, Wang Bo didn't care, although this is reality, but in fact, Miss Friday made the game system extremely realistic, giving people the feeling that I was playing a game.

Wang Bo raised his hand, and with a slight swipe of his fingers, a game interface was pulled out.

That's why Wang Bo feels like he's playing a game.

This exquisite game interface has hundreds of classes to choose from.

Every profession has an avatar, and each avatar represents an identity.

Wang Bo closed his eyes and casually clicked on a profession.

In an instant, the bionic skin system was activated, and Wang Bo could clearly see that pieces of human skin appeared on his face, and steel was replaced by human skin by the way.

A face that has experienced vicissitudes of life, but is a little handsome, appears in the mirror.

Wang Bo raised his hand and touched the skin, the touch was very real, not much different from ordinary human skin, at the same time, Wang Bo was surprised to find that whether it was his face, in fact, including his hands, limbs, and torso, it was wrapped in a layer of human skin.

The current Wang Bo doesn't look much different from an ordinary person.

This kind of technology is very advanced.

At the same time, under Wang Bo's retina, there was an email prompt. Wang Bo couldn't help but raise his hand and clicked on this email. When the email was opened, a letter appeared in the retina, which read:

"You've chosen a profession, private investigator."

"From now on, you're the private investigator Morrow James."

"You've been commissioned to investigate the recent weirdness in New York."

"Since a few days ago, there have been some human stone statues or ice sculptures on the streets and alleys of New York, and the family of one of the victims has entrusted you with investigating the truth of this matter."

When Wang Bo saw this, he couldn't help but rub his temples, to be honest, he himself is not good at reasoning, and the profession of detective is not suitable for him at all.

"Can I re-opt?"

"Of course, sir." Miss Friday responded.

So Wang Bo deleted the profession of private detective, the bionic skin system on his face receded, and Wang Bo once again became a mechanical soldier.

This time, Wang Bo did not choose at random, and selected a homeless profession from hundreds of professions.

When he saw this profession, Wang Bo was still a little surprised, he didn't expect that among the hundreds of occupations, there was a homeless man as a profession, thinking that this was the United States, Wang Bo became excited again, and chose this profession without hesitation.

This is an American homeless man, and the Celestial Empire Traveler, a Japanese high school student, is listed as one of the world's three most dangerous occupations.

So Wang Bo really wanted to try it.

Just like last time, there was also a copy of the mail delivered.

Wang Bo clicked on the email, and there was also a letter, which read: