The young man slowly opened his eyes. The light was a little harsh, and he closed his eyes again.

Without vision, the senses beyond vision are slowly recovering.

The first thing he smelled was the smell of a potion that seemed to be there, and then the voices of several people rang in his ears, and he could hear what they were nervously communicating, but only dimly.

He tried to concentrate and think about something, but his brain was dizzy, and he seemed to fall asleep again.

I don't know how long it took for the young man to open his eyes again. By this time, the light had softened a lot.

The young man's vision gradually changed from blurry to clear.

It was a pure white room, and in front of him was a large shadowless lamp, which had gone out. The light came in from outside the room, and the light was a little dim. The soft light was mixed with the strong smell of alcohol and potions.

"What is this place?"

When the young man began to think about this question, his brain was dizzy again, and he closed his eyes and relaxed, and opened his eyes again to look at the place in front of him.

In front of me, there was still a shadowless lamp with a faint reflection, and above it was a snow-white roof.

He was covered with an oxygen mask over his nose and a tube for an infusion on his arm. The young man tilted his head slightly, and immediately there was a sharp pain in his neck, and then the pain radiated to his limbs as quickly as if it had exploded, and he almost fainted with a muffled grunt.

The pain subsided slightly, and the young man struggled again to pull his heavy eyelids apart. At the end of his line of sight was a white wall, the top half of which should be a row of floor-to-ceiling windows, and from his vantage point he could only see the bottom half of the row of floor-to-ceiling windows. Behind the floor-to-ceiling windows, several figures were shaking, as if someone was looking at him. Beneath the glass window is a row of bright red numbers, the last of which is beating second by second. Obviously, it was just a clock, and the time shown on it was 23:25:31. Not far from the young man's eyes was a glass wall. Between the glass wall and the high white wall was a wide hall, empty and rarely frequented. The sides of the hall were lined up with several tall jars. The jar reflects a white light, making it impossible for young people to see the contents clearly......

"What is this place?"

He tried to ask a question, but a sharp pain spread through his body again, and the question finally turned into a muffled snort.

This question slowly tormented the young man's already confused head. As if to escape from this unanswered question, another question instinctively emerges from the depths of the brain.

"Who am I? Why is it here? ”

This time he was not disappointed, and the answers began to play out in his brain frame by frame like a movie, and at first it was very slow, like browsing through an album one by one, and as time passed, the pictures finally joined into vivid images.

His name is Tang Shao, and he changed this name himself after he went to middle school. His original name, Tang Shaolong, was not very difficult to accept, but he was rebellious and thought Tang Shao was cooler, so he deleted the dragon character in his name. Then, his name became something that sounded like both a boy and a street thug.

However, his life did not develop as his name was, and now he is neither a son nor a gangster. His grades are average, and he is average in middle school, he is not a top student or a scumbag, and he only played the role of a cheerleader in a few group fights during the time when he was inspired to be a gangster.

Then he went to a regular university and studied a pseudo-popular major - game design. With this craft he learned in college, Tang Shao made a tepid little game and earned a lot of money. This money can't make him worry about food and clothing for the rest of his life, but it can make him worry about food and clothing for three or five years.

In the past three or five years, he has become an unemployed North Drifter, if you have to define his identity with a precise word, it is an otaku. His life is basically in his fairly high-end computer: a small game that never seems to be developed is his business, and a popular online game that takes up almost two-thirds of his time is his life. In the eyes of others, this kind of life is not motivated, but he himself is quite comfortable.

However, such a life seems to have come to an end.

In the past two years after graduating from college, Tang Shao's friends in the online world have become fewer and fewer, and it is obvious that they have returned to the world called reality. The originally gorgeous and plump online world has become empty, Tang Shao's colorful account for two-thirds of the time, and it has shrunk to less than one-sixth, and the rest of the time is not occupied by his career, but by loneliness.

In fact, in the world of the Internet, Tang Shao is also lonely. He doesn't smoke, he doesn't drink, he doesn't swear, he doesn't brag much, and people like him are outliers in the online world. The difference is that before he was lonely in the crowd, now he is lonely in a deserted place.

But he is an otaku, he is not afraid of loneliness, and can even enjoy himself in a lonely life. But he was also afraid of being alone, and he was afraid to admit that he was alone.

What otaku fears most in life is thinking about the meaning of life. The meaning of life is like a bottomless pit that exists in the otaku world, and it is a bottomless pit that will grow up slowly. When it's small, you can choose to escape, just if it's an ordinary well in this world, but as it gets bigger day by day, it seems to be the fate of otaku to fall down.

When Tang Shao began to think about the meaning of life, he was destined to belong in the end.

When he stood on the top of a high building, there was not a trace of fear in his heart. He began to think about the topic of death a long time ago, and then came to a very scientific conclusion: human beings may not be afraid of death, human beings are just born afraid of pain, afraid of horror, they are afraid of the pain before death, afraid of the fear that death brings to them in an instant. If human beings do not have such a "nature", choosing to cut themselves off after the climax of life may become the choice of most people.

Some people die because of despair, and desperate people should want to cry without tears when facing death; Some people die because they have stepped on a desperate road, and they still have many unwilling when they die. Tang Shao's death is more like a natural occurrence, he doesn't complain, he doesn't disappoint, he just simply wants to take that step, from the human world to the underworld, and deeply hopes that there will be no more afterlife, this is what he thinks, the natural choice after abandoning the "nature" of human beings.

On some cold streets, a few people are still looking down at their phones, and a few people are looking up and opening their mouths wide. The road from the top of the building to hell was in a hurry, but Tang Shao still indifferently imprinted this picture in his head.

"It's not hell, it's heaven." Tang Shao could still move from head to toe, all that was left was his confused brain. He slowly immersed himself in his vague imagination, and closed his eyes to feel the light from heaven, which he had heard could heal the pain.

After a while, the slowly obvious pain in his body told him such a cruel reality: "Heaven? Wake up, otaku! ”

The pain this time was no longer a matter of pain if he moved a little, but that his body trembled slightly because he didn't move, and he had to grit his teeth to not scream.

"MD, you didn't die!"

The gradually waking brain was teased with anger by the pain in his body. Since it was all pain, Tang Shao simply gritted his teeth and gently turned his head, re-examining everything around him.

The rest of the room he was in was white, and everywhere he looked, it was a dizzying white. Outside the room, people in white coats occasionally walked by, and two people were pointing in their direction.

"Is it a hospital?"

As soon as this idea appeared, he immediately rejected it. He clearly remembered the situation when his mother was hospitalized: a room, several patients, and there was always a lot of noise in the corridor outside the ward, and there was nowhere to escape from the noise, the pungent smell of alcohol potion and the smell of some stinky feet.

"Could this be the legendary intensive care unit?" Thinking about his identity, if it weren't for his physical condition, Tang Shao almost laughed.

Tang Shao, who was half asleep and half awake, was woken up by some voices that knew Suosuo. He struggled to open a pair of lazy eyes and looked up at the clock on the opposite wall, which showed the time at 08:12:21.

In the hall outside the glass wall, there were already a lot of people. They were discussing something around the jar outside, and a few of them were dotting on the tablet from time to time.

The jar contained a milky yellow liquid, and from time to time a few bubbles popped out of the center of the jar. The jar is not completely transparent, but a human figure can still be seen inside.

"This is filming a sequel to Resident Evil!" Tang Shao glanced at this place with a wide field of vision again, trying to find the company with the umbrella logo in the Resident Evil movie. Instead of seeing the mark he was looking for, he saw an inconspicuous circular sign, the pattern of which was somewhat complicated, and the only thing he could distinguish was a capital letter "E" in the center of the circle.

"What is this place?" The unanswered question popped up again. At this time, Tang Shao's brain still didn't seem to be able to bear this problem, and the dizziness came as scheduled.

"I'll also be put into that row of big jars......" Since he couldn't think, Tang Shao simply made up his mind, and then closed his eyes and waited for the moment when he was put into the jar. Anyway, they all have to die, and since they didn't fall to their deaths, it doesn't matter if they drown again......

The small, but clear sound of the door lock turning woke Tang Shao up again.

“WC！ It won't be so fast, at least it will allow me to move my hands and feet before I can do it. Tang Shao, who had already seen through life and death, actually didn't want to die, he scolded in his heart before opening his eyes.

The person who opened the door had already walked in front of him, an old man and a young man.

The old man looked like he was about sixty or seventy, with a Chinese character face, and a ruddy complexion, if it weren't for the white hair on his head, Tang Shao would have thought that he was only in his forties, and he looked like he had a bit of a fairy wind and bones.

The younger one was a woman with short, shoulder-length hair and a pair of silver-rimmed glasses. Although she was covered by a loose white coat, it was still conceivable that she had a good figure. Tang Shao, who has already seen all kinds of beauties in the online world, was still electrocuted by this glance.

"It seems that the situation has stabilized, and the oxygen and nutrient solution can be withdrawn." The elder said as he scanned Tang Shao's body with a hand-held instrument.

The woman let out a soft "oh" and clicked twice on the computer in her hand, as if she had written down something. Although there was only a short interjection, Tang Shao was already warmed by this voice.

"This is not heaven, where is there such a good-looking angel besides heaven......" Tang Shao reveled in his fantasy again.

"Uncle! Did he die again? The woman asked, a little flustered.

"How?" The elder also seemed to be taken aback by this unprovoked remark.

"Look at his eyes, straight and unresponsive!" The woman said as she shook her right hand in front of Tang Shao's widening eyes.

"The hands are so beautiful......" Although Tang Shao's sudden burst out of the sentence was not loud, it was clearly audible in the quiet room.

For a moment, everyone in the room was stunned. After a moment of immersion, the woman seemed to realize that Tang Shao's eyes were not blank, but she was staring at her face with special concentration, and then the hand that was praised by Tang Shao waved towards Tang Shao's face.

"Smack!"

Although this slap was not very hard, it had an obvious effect on Tang Shao's face, which was covered in bruises.

The pain swelled through Tang Shao's whole body like an explosion, and the expansion spread rapidly, and finally turned into a thunderous scream that vented out and quickly filled the entire room, as if the room would also explode because of this expansion.

"What are you doing!" The elder's loving face distorted, and he said in a voice that bordered on screaming.

"His current condition could deteriorate at any time, and your slap is likely to kill him." The elder looked at the woman who was frightened by him, and only then did he notice his gaffe. After a while, the somewhat hideous face slowly regained some softness.

"Uncle! Look at the look in his eyes, and what he just said, it's clear...... It's clearly a ......" She should want to say "hooligan" or "stinky hooligan", but her usual upbringing still made her restrain the grievances and anger in her heart, and blocked those words that she thought were dirty in her throat.

The elder didn't have the heart to listen to her explanation, he had already scanned Tang Shao's body with the instrument again. After scanning Tang Shao's body almost inch by inch, the elder let out a long sigh of relief and said, "It's okay, otherwise it would be a human life." ”

"Just pick one up from the street and come back! This kind of person grabs a handful on the street. The woman muttered quietly, as if she was still a little unwilling, but she did not dare to anger the elder again.

Although Tang Shao was not in danger at this time, he only had half a life left, and even so, his slightly open eyes still did not leave the woman's face.

"Angel! It's not heaven or somewhere. The little consciousness that Tang Shao's brain had was dedicated to this belief. He had already prepared a large number of questions, but now he had no strength or heart to ask them again, because his confused brain had now firmly established this conviction.

"Inform Xiao Liu and let them get TR001 ready and ready for the next step."

"Yes, uncle!" The woman then used her slender white jade fingers to expertly tap on the tablet.

On the high white wall on the opposite side of the room, behind the heavy glass wall, a beautiful woman was watching what was happening in this room.

"The company headquarters is a little uneasy these days, so there will be fewer people here. You stay here and see more. The glamorous woman's gaze kept staring out of the glass window, and that arrogant look seemed to be an emperor staring at his own territory.

"However, I'm afraid there will be some ill-intentioned people at the company's headquarters, do you want the deputy captain to stay here, and I'll go back with you." Behind the glamorous woman, a dark-skinned, sturdy man said. That guy is also a person with a strong aura, and in front of such an arrogant woman, it is completely inconclusive from his voice that he is a subordinate. But the woman seems to have gotten used to his way of speaking, just as the man has gotten used to her arrogance.

"Hehe, as for those old bones in the headquarters, I'm afraid they are already weak." The woman smiled arrogantly, showing a confident look.

"But here, now is the most critical time, you give me a good eye on Ouyang Dong, he is not a person who is willing to obey. Moreover, the vice-captain is not decisive enough, and I am afraid that he will not dare to make some decisions. The woman continued, staring at an old man in white at the far end of the hall, with murderous intent already in her eyes.

"Understood." The man replied succinctly.

The glamorous woman is called Ren Jiuyan, the current chairman of E Times Group, and she was born with a world-class appearance and aura, and of course, wealth. Her father's name is Ren Qianzhong, the founder of E Times Group, who died in an accident not long ago, and Ren Jiuyan, as the only heir of Ren Qianzhong, inherited her father's career as a matter of course. But those old guys who started a business with Ren Qianzhong don't take this for granted. Those who were originally the mainstay of the group have now become Ren Jiuyan's trouble.

The man standing behind Ren Jiuyan was named Xie You, and he had been her personal bodyguard since Ren Jiuyan was fifteen years old. Now, he also took the opportunity of Ren Jiuyan to take over his father's business as a matter of course, and was naturally promoted to the manager of the group's security department. If this title is placed in an ordinary group company, it may be a position leading a group of thugs to look at the door, but in a company like the E era involved in the arms industry, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the commander of the army.

Xie You looked at Ren Jiuyan's back as she left, and couldn't take his eyes off her back for a long time.

"Captain." A white-looking, somewhat bookish man ran in from outside the door, straightened up and reported to Xie You.

Xie You was distracted, and he didn't react immediately, until Ren Jiuyan disappeared outside the glass door in the distance, and then he closed his eyes slightly.

"Captain!" The young man saw that Xie You came back to his senses and straightened up again to report.

Xie You, who suddenly came back to his senses, seemed to feel his gaffe, coughed lightly and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

"TR001 is in trial operation, and Professor Ouyang asked our security department to send someone over, just in case."

"Oh, got it, you go back and tell the professor I'll be there shortly."

Xie You subconsciously glanced back at the direction Ren Jiuyan left before beckoning people to walk towards the other door.