"Do you want to come to the world outside the exclusion zone?" Zhang Zhiyu took off the glasses and glanced at them lightly, and sure enough, everything in this room was made of that substance, and the "seaside villa" was just a projection of Wang Kunzhi's spiritual world. He blinked vigorously and pushed his glasses on, waiting for his balance to return.

"Nope." Wang Kunzhi took out three bottles of wine again, "Isn't this it?" He pointed out the window with his bottle and waved his room.

"This is a scene that can only be seen in holograms." He pointed to the sea, and walked to the window with his goblet, which opened as easily as if it were a wardrobe under his control. He took a sip of champagne and ducked away to face the other two. Zhang Zhiyu felt the salty sea breeze caressing his face, fresh and fragrant. The sound of the waves crashing against the rocks came from the window, noisy but quiet.

"It's impossible." Zhang Zhiyu slowly took off his glasses, and the sound of the waves and the sea breeze dissipated as the glasses disappeared.

"As long as you can control your brain, nothing is impossible." Wang Kunzhi shrugged his shoulders, closed the floor-to-ceiling window, pointed to his room again, and drew a circle awkwardly. "This is something that ordinary people can't get for a lifetime." He said in a tone of disdain, "What about you? How much freer than we are? You're just working day and night for a pitiful wage, in the factory, in the company, in the company. I got up early every day, ran out of my rented small room, got on a small transport, and ate a humble breakfast on it. When you get to work, you have to endure all kinds of troubles, stay in a stuffy, small office or workshop. It's for money, for being able to live. During the holidays, I don't leave home and soak in virtual reality all day long. What is the difference between you and us? Wang Kunzhi talked about a topic that was particularly sensitive to him and became excited.

"Ah, okay, okay, whatever you say is what you say!." Wang Jianyu said impatiently, "I'll go to your sister's, do you think we are civilians?" Secondary 2 idiot, how fucking old are you! ”

"By the way," Zhang Zhiyu grabbed a few words in Wang Kunzhi's words, "You said control the brain?" Anger surged again.

"This game shouldn't be as efficient as you think," Wang Kunzhi immediately understood what it meant, "It can only go so far at most." ”

Zhang Zhiyu didn't want to get into unnecessary trouble, so he had to nod and didn't dig deeper.

Over the next few hours, the three of them played a game in virtual reality and then matched up a few more rounds of heroes. Amazingly, in the level of the three, Wang Jianyu is still the best, with a record of 89:2:46 far ahead of the other two. Zhang Zhiyu's level has always been the worst, and he expressed doubts, and was immediately sneered at by the other two.

The true colors of the hero are about to pass the season at the moment of the Third World War. After the war, the company used the latest technology to replace the original virtual reality five-player battle mode, as the first game exclusive to the picture glasses and reborn, the huge memory provided by the global network to support the ability of hundreds of people to match at the same time, in a realistic variety of maps in the first-person perspective or third-person perspective of the war, it was reborn, popular in China.

At meal time, Wang Kunzhi used the forbidden area system to make some cream cakes. When Zhang Zhiyu took off his glasses, he found that it was actually a real cream cake. Wang Jianyu indirectly expressed Wang Kunzhi's naivety with half sarcasm and half mockery. Wang Kunzhi was stimulated by this sentence, and immediately scolded loudly, even to the extent of drawing a knife against each other. He threatens the two to use robots to make them into meat sauce. However, the incident only lasted more than 10 minutes before it ended. At more than 9 o'clock, Zhang Zhiyu gradually couldn't support his body. These bedrooms are connected and separated from the hall and kitchen. Wang Kunzhi said it didn't matter.

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Jang Zhiyu fell asleep and had that weird dream again. He still vaguely remembered the episodes of the first two dreams, but they were just fragments, and he still didn't understand what was happening. He vaguely remembered the painful feeling. His subconscious told him that there would be something terrifying inside the elevator that could kill him and make him die in his dreams.

Jang Ji-woo woke up in that damn hallway with a splitting headache again, and this time, the current of pain was fiercer than any before. Zhang Zhiyu looked at the elevator in front of him through a blurred vision. Since the outbreak of the virus, every dream has been like this, this weird dream, this crazy dream, the demons dancing wildly. Every time, Zhang Zhiyu stood up in this position. Jang Ji Woo struggles to maintain a collapsed mind, a chaotic vision.

His position was against the wall, with the elevator in front of him, as if to imply that he needed to hold on to the wall, overcome the pain, and step by step into the elevator. In the last dream, he did it, but it was even more painful in the elevator. Jang Ji-woo killed himself in a painful hallucination, although in reality he was not really hurt, but in the dream, the pain was real and inevitable.

Zhang Zhiyu turned his head to look behind him. He looked behind him for the first time. Behind him is the door to leave this house of pain. A hard door made of special glass that can be seen from the outside. It was lit up by the glow of genetically modified flowers, and it looked like day. The flowers glow neon-like and are constantly changing.

The room flickered with a painful neon light, as if mocking his weakness.

Jang Ji-woo shook his head in pain, he stood up, trying his best to ignore the painful light. He staggered, staggered, and walked behind him.

Scarlet lights suddenly illuminated the entire corridor, enveloping Zhang Zhiyu. The lights in the hallway don't change, they stay in this damn scarlet.

Zhang Zhiyu sped up his movement.

Fear compelled him to do so.

Scarlet seems to have some meaning, it's a wake-up call before danger strikes. When the scarlet recedes, there will be real pain, a real end.

This scarlet is slightly blackened, like rust, Zhang Zhiyu can even smell the metal smell in his nasal cavity, and everything is covered with a layer of scarlet, like a post-apocalyptic punk style, which is terrifying.

Zhang Zhiyu only then paid attention to the strong black shadow next to him, it seemed to be here all along, but Zhang Zhiyu never noticed it.

The smell of metal became more and more pungent, and a frenzy of pain slammed into his mind, and the corners of the black shadow continued to roll up, like black robes fluttering in the wind and gradually shattering, and the fragments gently brushed Zhang Zhiyu's face, bringing burning pain. Zhang Zhiyu's chaotic mind gradually became unable to bear the pain, and he leaned against the wall fiercely, collapsing.

"What the do you want!" Zhang Zhiyu cried hoarsely, "Fuck you, what the fuck do you want!" ”

Zhang Zhiyu shook his head fiercely, and there was still nothing around him, except for the empty walls.

In front of him, the elevator was opening, and the dead rebel member stood straight in the soft yellow light of the elevator, dressed in a blood-stained black robe, full of bullet holes, and blood was constantly flowing out, flowing on the blood-red ground, merging with it. Tattered robes obscured his face, and from that point of view, it was just darkness. The specks of blood were expanding at the same time.

The twilight of the setting sun.

The glow of the dying star's afterglow.

The scarlet in the hallway vanished, as if it had never existed.

"I'm fucking for the world!" Zhang Zhiyu recalled the last words of the members of the group before being hit by a bullet, when he held his hands high, like the cross where Jesus died, looking at the sky, and the * and dagger used for slaughter* fell to the ground, waiting for the bullet to arrive. He died without fear, without anger, with only sorrow and despair. He fell to the ruined marble platform, dead and blinding.

"Oh my God!" Zhang Zhiyu* said, he tried to move forward quickly, and behind him, a black shadow stepped out of the elevator, and the old-fashioned leather shoes stepped on the metal floor, making footsteps that were enough for Zhang Zhiyu to hear.

The scarlet hue has finally arrived.

"!" Zhang Zhiyu wanted to cry without tears, and roared like a collapse, "! ! ! ”

The members of the organization caught up with Zhang Zhiyu,. A cold dagger plunged into Zhang Zhiyu's neck, and he heard the sound of his spine shattering.

In the next second, Zhang Zhiyu's head was torn off alive. The members of the organization took the skull in their hands and examined it carefully, then raised the dagger and stabbed it into the skull, each blow bringing * and blood, falling from the cracks between their fingers to the ground with a snapping sound.

A few minutes later, he pinched Zhang Zhiyu's unformed head with his hand. Not satisfied, the members smashed down the pile of fragments, reached into the broken skull with their hands, pinched the soft brain, and tore off a large piece with force. Broken tissues flew everywhere.

Jang Ji-woo has been alive and can't seem to die, but the member wants to guarantee his death. The sharp pain caused by his every movement, Zhang Zhiyu can clearly feel it. He kicked the pair into the distance. Zhang Zhiyu's head happened to be facing his body when he hit the ground. He could see his body, missing his head, slumped to the side. Blood gushed to the ground, and the shattered blood vessels and neck bones could be seen through the rough section of the neck. At this moment, the scarlet neon light disappeared, transforming into a blue as pure as the sky.

Zhang Zhiyu woke up in the position of being stabbed under the blue light, and instinctively touched his neck. Very good, the connection is complete. The ground was clean and there was not a trace of blood. He quickly got up and took the last few steps desperately.

When Zhang Zhiyu pounced on the gate to the outside world, he could see a * rushing to the ground from a high altitude in the distance.

"Nope! No! He screamed in pain and banged the door.

* Exploded, and the white light enveloped everything, engulfing Jang Ji Woo, who felt like he was turning into a part of the white light. A part of eternity. When the fragments of consciousness completely dissipated, Zhang Zhiyu saw a strange thing, it seemed to be two human beings put together, a man and a woman, most of their bodies were made of metal, only the connections, which were real flesh and blood. This image was seen at the last second when Zhang Huiziyun woke up, and it was indescribably weird. It seems to be just unreal garbage left over from hallucinatory mnemonics.

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Zhang Zhiyu opened his eyes sleepily, and happened to see Wang Kunzhi punch at his eyes.

"What the fuck is going on?" Zhang Zhiyu kicked Wang Kunzhi away without thinking.

"Shut your paralyzed mouth!" Wang Kunzhi lowered his voice, "Look at this." Wang Kunzhi was nervously carrying a strange-shaped weapon, which was so big that it made the skinny Wang Kunzhi look very funny. It constantly flashes blue light, similar to the first machine gun that appeared in 1022 AD, except that without the barrel, an irregular object with a complex structure takes its place. Six curved metal tubes acted as protection, surrounding the "barrel".

A picture screen was forcibly generated in Zhang Zhiyu's imaging eyes, the sound of metal collision, and the sound of bullets exploding bombarded Zhang Zhiyu's eardrums at this moment, Zhang Zhiyu's eyes widened with force, and he forcefully congested his brain, forcing himself to wake up, and the image had been generated, which was the holographic monitoring in Wang Kunzhi's room, and now there were only two pictures left.

One of the images is the surveillance in the room at this time,

Another picture is of engagement.

Wang Kunzhi's three robots are still two, and they are standing guard in front of the tight door of the room, firing at full power, but it is easy to see that they are at a disadvantage.

The footage completely collapsed, leaving only an image of the room where the three men were.

Wang Kunzhi turned off the picture. "Take the weapon," Wang Kunzhi whispered nervously, and then, he dodged and rolled over to the half-meter-high bed, the strange-shaped weapon was set on the bed, the blue light between the guns shone more and more, and the heat gradually surged, "Wang Jianyu, you'd better hide behind the bed and find a cover." ”

Zhang Zhiyu grabbed the rifle placed at the head of the bed, unlocked it gently, and a crisp "click" followed.

The "wooden sliding door" of the "Beach Villa" room slides jerkily to the right.

A dim yellow glow.

The pain suddenly churned in the depths of Zhang Zhiyu's brain.

Suffering.

Zhang Zhiyu grabbed the cracking head and staggered to the back of the bed.

"Ahh He roared heartbreakingly.

Wang Jianyu, who was guarding the door, found that he could not prevent the door from opening, so he held the * that had been grasped between his fingers in front of his chest, and rolled backwards perfectly on his side with incredible movements.

The sound of dense bullets exploding from the muzzle of the gun masked Zhang Zhiyu's roar of pain.

"Ahh Zhang Zhiyu didn't realize what he had done, and just pressed his fingers the weak spot between the skulls, trying to cover up the pain with another kind of pain. The rifle also fell to the ground with a "clang".

The door was fully opened, and a dazzling white light filled the dimly lit room, and under the sudden light source, only the sound could imagine the whistling bullets passing by. Wang Jianyu had already rolled to the "ceramic bedside table" and took advantage of the narrow gap to fire with all his might.

The thin bones at the temples shattered with a crisp sound, and a large amount of thick blood gushed out, Zhang Zhiyu did not let go of his fingers, still exerting force, and he fell to his knees.

Wang Kunzhi's long-stored weapon activated, and the blue light concentrated in the weapon port sprayed outward, and the intensity of the energy produced a shock wave with a heat wave, and the huge recoil knocked down Wang Kunzhi, and the weapon fell on Zhang Zhiyu.

Zhang Zhiyu opened his eyes and instinctively straightened up. There were still a large number of bullets whistling past, bursting on Zhang Zhiyu's head, and then, the first bullet grazed Zhang Zhiyu's scalp, and he had to lie on the ground. In the next second, a dense stream of bullets exploded on the bed, the bullets could not inflict any trauma on the substance, and they became perfect cover.

"You're attacking too!" Wang Kunzhi shouted at the loud noise of the impact of the bullets, and he hurriedly picked up his weapon and recharged it.

"We can't even look up!" Zhang Zhiyu roared back, his temples aching faintly, "By the way, what about Wang Jianyu?" He thought about it suddenly.

Wang Kunzhi did not answer, quickly raised his weapon, and fired the gathered energy forward, and the weapon was shot far away, and the laser also hit the roof.

"!" Wang Kunzhi scolded fiercely in English. He saw that his fingers were neatly severed by bullets from the joints, and blood spurted violently, revealing white bones, silky blue, and ruptured blood vessels on it, and he was in pain.

"That's why." Zhang Zhiyu touched the door of his head, and at this moment, he realized that although the sound of bullets was still exploding, it was no longer tearing layers of air from his head. He quickly got up, squinted his eyes and fired desperately forward, the bullets shooting forward with the tongues of fire formed by the bursting sparks, and the hot bullet casings continued to fall to the ground with a crackling and crisp sound.

Wang Kunzhi bit his lip tightly, dragged his weapon, recharged it again, and shot at the target. Wang Jianyu has been taking advantage of the blind spot to shoot. The three sides fired together, forming a line of fire. Although Zhang Zhiyu's eyes had long since adapted to the darkness, he could not see anything in the white dazzling light circle formed by the continuous explosion in the crossfire, he just desperately aimed at the white light and shot, immersed in the primordial wild excitement, only leaving a purple beating afterimage on the retina.

The sound of metal shattering, the cracking of bullets.

The metal item fell heavily to the ground, spun and popped far away under the impact of the fierce bullet, constantly convex and concave.

"It's fucking pretty!" The thrill of actually using a weapon is something that cannot be simulated by the global network, Zhang Zhiyu shouted frantically, but his voice was completely drowned out in the frenzy of firefighting. Sound and pleasure.

Wang Kunzhi shot out a blue laser again, penetrating the white aperture.

Thousands of metal fragments flew all over the sky, swirling and tearing through the air, like bullets, full of lethality.

The two-meter-high circle of light seemed to crash to the ground, and bullets exploded on the distant wall.

The recoil of the rifle suddenly disappeared, and Zhang Zhiyu was so immersed in it that he almost fell forward.

"Stop." Wang Kunzhi said below, grabbed Zhang Zhiyu's right arm, "Stop." He seemed to be comforting.