Vertigo.

Confused.

A large number of chaotic and stimulating sensations invaded Chen Feng's mind.

He struggled to wake up from his coma, and his whole head felt like it was filled with lead. It feels bad, like a hangover after drinking too much.

As he gradually woke up, the deafening sound of metal music immediately blasted into his ears.

The leather chair under him and the cold wine table on his stomach were shaken uncontrollably by the sound of music. Even the glass next to his finger was cracking.

How can there be music?

Chen Feng shook his head and tried to open his eyes.

Vision shifts from blurry to clear.

The first thing that catches your eye is the crazy phantom dancing lanterns, accompanied by steaming smoke and noise, flickering like lasers.

The large light curtain of holographic projection reflected in Chen Feng's eyes.

Extremely enchanting dancers, swaying and writhing in the light curtain. Although it is not real, it gives people a more seductive impression than the real one, and directly leads to strong stimulation.

It's a bar with crazy music, weird music, and a full sitter of all kinds of people.

They are dressed in strange and avant-garde costumes, with metallic lines on their faces. Most of the arms were metal machines, which were completely beyond Chen Feng's imagination.

What the hell is this place?

Why am I here?

Chen Feng was surprised and shocked, and in the face of the fear of the unknown, he immediately propped up his arms and wanted to get up quickly. But his body was weak, and he sat crooked in the leather chair again, and almost fell.

This action also made his consciousness more sober.

The wine glass on the wine table had been knocked over, and the cold pale yellow wine slid past Chen Feng's palm. Next to the glass, a thin card like a playing card, due to the touch of his finger, showed the crystalline text:

"Name: Chen Feng;"

"Number: 207799563245819527;"

"Affiliation: Yindu Cross District, Lujiao Lane, East Suburb Street;"

Next to this 'playing card' was a snuffed out cigar cigarette and an old, but polished black Glock pistol.

Bars, metal hip-hop, strange characters, cigar smoke, pistols...... These things are not at all things that Chen Feng can accept. He was still shocked and confused, and sat at the table at a loss.

Suddenly, a furry thing arched Chen Feng's legs.

He looked down and saw that it was a black-haired and white-faced husky, staring expectantly at the chicken nugget set on the table and the clean chicken bones.

Half of the husky's face is already mechanical, and the pupils of the eyes seem to be inlaid with chips, revealing a strange light.

Chen Feng thought for a moment, grabbed the chicken nuggets and chicken bones on the table and threw them down. The husky excitedly picked up the bone and ran away without a trace.

"Get out of here, come in and break your dog's legs!" A voice shouted.

With the voice, a middle-aged man with an obese body and a full beard squeezed through the crowd and walked over. Stand in front of Chen Feng's wine table and put away the 'playing card'.

"Hey, Fengzai, it's time for your liquor license. Renew or fuck off! ”

The middle-aged man said, knocking on Chen Feng's table with a half-cut metal mechanical hand, and shook it in front of Chen Feng's eyes, "Woke up?" Go back, poor low-class seed, wash up and sleep early! ”

He muttered a few words and walked away with heavy steps.

Perhaps it was the word "inferior" that stimulated Chen Feng's thinking.

The tide of memories immediately poured into Chen Feng's mind in pieces. Those sluggish messages were as if they were alive, and they were instantly learned by him.

Chen Feng, a resident of Room 19, Building 19, Building 19, Slum No. 3, East Suburb of Lujiao Lane, Yindu Cross District, Elysium Free State. Born in 2057, his parents were both cleaners, and both died in a car accident.

He currently has a younger sister who has taken over from his parents and is also a cleaner.

In 2076, that is, last year, Chen Feng joined the 'Fu Mao Messenger Company' and became a 'plain clothes messenger', responsible for carrying out messenger work for local gangs.

The reason why he was in the bar was because after each message, he had to undergo a 'forgetting injection' and was forced to forget the content of the message. The sequelae and pain caused by the injection can only be relieved by alcohol paralysis.

The name hasn't changed in the slightest.

Background has changed.

Times have changed.

Chen Feng couldn't help but raise his palm, pressed his tired and red eyes, and rubbed his forehead violently, so that his boiling and uncomfortable mood gradually calmed down.

There is no doubt that he crossed.

Travel back in time to the year 2077, an unusually strange world.

It's a world where neon lights go hand in hand with gore, high-tech and ghetto.

After his boiling thoughts gradually calmed down, Chen Feng picked up the pistol that belonged to him on the table and stuffed it into the belt on his waist. Then he wiped his face and walked out of the noisy and roaring bar with a heavy heart.

The exit of the pub, located in a bleak and dirty alley.

Two sturdy men in black, holding thick-barreled shotguns on their mechanical arms, stood guard at the door.

The two of them looked at Chen Feng indifferently, "Hurry up and leave after checkout, if you want to live longer, don't wander around the street." ”

It's a warning to every departing drinker.

The disorder in the city leads to the breeding of evil. Those who dare to walk around the streets every night are either ruthless people with background forces or outlaws who lick blood from the knife edge.

Chen Feng stepped out of the door in silence, and the cold night wind blew, making him more sober.

He tightened his jacket, cocked his collar, and quickly left the alley.

Outside the alley, there is a wide street.

A huge light came to my face.

Chen Feng, who left the shadow of the alley, was suddenly shaken and couldn't open his eyes. He narrowed slightly, adapting to the outside environment.

As far as the eye can see, it is a gorgeous high-rise building, full of the magnificent atmosphere of the times.

Neon lights shine and oversized holographic projections flicker among the skyscrapers.

There are charming advertising light curtains, high-tech product display light curtains, and promotional light curtains of large companies. Everything was bizarre, occupying Chen Feng's pupils.

A large floating car that looks like a metal monster travels through the sky. Occasionally, there are hip-hop youths on mechanical wing skateboards, which pass by as fast as the wind.

The road is full of dazzling sports cars roaring back and forth, accompanied by rap music, whizzing by. There are not many pedestrians, scattered around the corners, busily leaving.

Taking a deep breath of the air of this world, Chen Feng touched the handle of the gun on his waist, and after feeling safe, he lowered his head and strode towards the street.

Bang bang bang! Fierce gunfire rang out from the opposite street corner. Then there was shouting and screaming, and several cars frantically started the accelerator, booming and shaking, setting off a tense atmosphere.

This kind of thing can happen at any time, Chen Feng hurriedly trotted a few steps, rushed into another alley hidden in the shadows, and then threw the scene of the shootout behind him away.

The alleyway was littered with renovation waste, and one of the old-fashioned dressing frames was covered in dust, but still shimmering faintly.

Chen Feng hesitated, but still approached the mirror to observe his appearance.

This is a short-haired young man about 1.75 meters tall, with a slightly thin face and beautiful eyebrows. Wears a taupe leather jacket with a cocked collar. Inside is a plaid shirt, a rough belt, black trousers, and high-top leather boots on the feet that look a little old.

The appearance is not unfamiliar to Chen Feng, because he has accepted this identity. But the age is only 20 years old, and he is slightly green, which makes Chen Feng, who has the mentality of an old man, a little in a trance.

He took a deep breath and walked away quickly.

Not far ahead, there is the street.

At this time, my sister should have finished work, and dinner was ready, waiting for my brother to come home as always.

The long-lost warmth occupied Chen Feng's heart, and he whispered a few words, still speeding up his pace, wanting to return to the narrow but warm dwelling as soon as possible.

Suddenly, as his heart raced, a tearing pain flooded through his heart.

Chen Feng was caught off guard and knelt on the ground in pain.

At the same time, a cold mechanical voice, as if coming from outside the sky, resounded in Chen Feng's mind:

"World integration is complete, and the 'Secret Eye' is about to open!"

"Countdown: 5, 4, 3, 2, 1......"