With the Super Contra Arcade as the center, the surrounding floor descends into a spiral staircase with a width that can only be passed by one person. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info I can't see what's down there just by the light above.

Glancing at Sam with disgust, Zorro pouted, "I'd better go first." You're so unreliable. ”

Sam looked sad and angry, but he was powerless to refute. I can't pass the third level after I've died N times, it's just Contra, and this stain is really hard to erase.

After spending so much trouble to make such a secret door, theoretically there should be no more verification or mechanism or anything like that. After all, Kevin Flynn is just a company executive and technician. But it's not a big mistake to be careful, Zorro is still a big twelve-point spirit. As a result, he reached the end of the spiral staircase in the dark, and as soon as he went up to the ground, there were lights around him.

It's the same 30 percent of Kevin Flynn's former office, the studio upstairs.

"Safety."

Hearing Zorro's words, Sam immediately walked down. Before he could take a closer look at the familiar and unfamiliar space, Zorro pushed him behind a desk. As a reflection of Kevin Flynn's office, this desk corresponds to the desk that was officially upstairs not long ago when Zorro found dozens of coins. The difference between the two is that the upstairs desk is just a desk, and in this secret room, the "desk" in front of Sam's eyes is actually an all-in-one computer - or an electronic computer console.

However, in Zorro's view, this is the entrance and portal from reality to the virtual electronic world. And the "key" to open the portal is in Sam's hand.

"Uh, what am I going to do?" Sam asked.

"Dust off the table."

Sam did so. Then, he didn't know where he had touched in the process of wiping the dust, and the desktop "lit up", and a projected standard specification keyboard pattern appeared.

"Keyboard? Where is the display...... Oh 'open' key. Wow! ”

It's not just the keyboard that's projected, it's the display as well. This refers not to a projection screen, but to a three-dimensional display, and even to stretch and edit the projected content.

"It's just like the ones I idol!" Sam exclaimed again.

Zorro was a little curious after hearing this: "Your idol? ”

"Yes, my idol, Tony Stark, there's no way you haven't heard of him."

This answer came as a surprise to Zorro.

"I know Tony Stark, and I know he's Iron Man. But he's your idol? Zorro shook his head, "I thought your idol was your father!" ”

Sam's interest waned a lot.

"My father was just a man who didn't keep his word." He said slowly, "He said he was going to take me to see the world he created. ”

Hearing this, Zorro was also silent for a moment.

"Maybe it was just an accident. By the way, as long as we follow the clues, you might be able to meet him soon! ”

"I know." Sam smiled bitterly. "It's just...... It's much easier to accept that he's a man of his word than it is for me to accept that he's dying quietly......"

Such a state appeared in a 17-year-old young man, and it was too bleak.

On the projected display, a command input box appeared. Sam cheered up and started typing in various codes. Although Super Contra is super badly played, Sam, as the son of Kevin Flynn, who can create a super-giant electronic world, still writes good code. The first is the basic query, and then the feedback from the display screen is followed to reply.

At this point, the code is no longer something that Zorro can tell right from wrong, even if his hacking skills are much better than Sam's. Because this is no longer ordinary programming or hacking into the backdoor or something, the content has gradually gone beyond the scope of program code, but has become a "dialogue" between Sam and the person who set it up.

As the last "yes" dialog was confirmed, Zorro, who had been prepared, closed his eyes and even forced himself to put away his senses. Sam, who didn't know what was going to happen, saw the "desk" in front of him go from near to far, and began to "devour" everything around him. Then he discovered that it was not "devouring", but a spatial distortion that began to spread outward around the "desk". The distortion soon spread to the ground where he stood, then the chair he was sitting on, then Zorro next to him, and then himself. Before he could run away in fear, the distortion that was spreading faster and faster had already spread to him......

Then he lost consciousness.

When he awoke, he found himself where he was, but Zorro was gone.

Wait, not in place...... The furnishings are identical, but each one is much newer than the one that had been sitting there for years. The most significant difference is that there is no dust!

Won't it ...... I've really entered the world of electronics.

Still not convinced, Sam rushed out of the chamber. It's still the arcade outside, it's still the Flynn studio, but it's even more outside...... Not the street where the studio is located, not even any place on earth at all - black everywhere, with glowing orange and blue lines outlining buildings, streets, and individuals - this is the electronic world that his father, Kevin Flynn, has built!

Neat, orderly, equal, then control, order, and perfection. These are the adjectives you can use to describe the world. And of course, Sam, as an outsider, is the most discordant point in the whole world, and is soon discovered by the "program" that maintains order in the world. It was a group of guards in black tights, embellished with orange wiring, and carrying a disc on their backs. They patrol the air in a black-orange ultra-modern aircraft, and when they see Sam without identification, they immediately grab him.

"Hey, this was a misunderstanding!"

"Have you heard of Kevin Flynn?"

"Where are you taking me?"

No one responded to Sam's barrage of questions, not even the other "people" like him who were restrained by the electronic guards and restrained from moving. There are several such people, all of whom are wearing black and white tights, and there are no discs behind them. Some of them remained silent, some whispered things like "No Gladiatorial Arena", and some seemed to be recuperating and preparing to flee or something. Immediately afterwards, a guard who didn't know if it was the captain or just the inspector and the orange lines on the tights came out, scanning the white-edged "people" one by one, and telling them what to do with them one by one. The vast majority of these were "transformed", with only Sam and the other being "gladiatorial arenas".

The "transformed" ones all calmed down, and the one in the "gladiatorial arena" trembled with fear.

And when the last aircraft landed and the metal buckle that locked their feet was released, the one who had been assigned to the "Colosseum" grabbed the empty box and rushed out desperately, saying "Don't go to the Colosseum even if you die". As a result, he really "died" - he was rushed up by two guards, and the whole person was "scattered" with a long black and orange stick in the middle, starting from the hit part, spreading outward, turning into a trace of data chain, and dissipating in the air......

Seeing this, Sam swallowed. What the hell is the "gladiatorial arena" that would rather choose death than face it?