"Where am I?"

In a daze, Zhao Meng saw that there seemed to be a white figure flashing around.

His consciousness gradually returned, and an inexplicable pain came from his lower body.

The pain was accompanied by an unprecedented sense of emptiness, as if he had lost something very important, something he could never afford to lose.

"He's awake, anesthesiologist! He's awake! ”

The exclamation came from the side, and Zhao Meng's consciousness blurred again,

I don't know how long it took, Zhao Meng, who was in the dark, suddenly popped up a few words in front of his eyes:

[Simulation failed! 】

"What?"

"Why did the simulation fail?"

Zhao Meng's consciousness had already left his body at this time.

He saw his dark, strong body, and the great thing that had been taken from it.

Maybe it's because it's too strong, and there are strong blood vessels on it.

The actions of those doctors caused a large amount of blood to gush out, and the doctors were scrambling to do something, but in the end they still did not stop the blood.

"It turned out to be bleeding to death!"

Before his consciousness returned to his own body, Zhao Meng finally understood something.

"Did you meet someone who trafficked organs?"

"But where is there a place worth selling my organs?" Zhao Meng was a little incomprehensible.

His equipment doesn't fit into an ordinary person's body, so what's the point?

At this time, the simulation was completely over, and Zhao Meng in reality slowly opened his eyes again.

"Failed again!"

Zhao Meng thought that simulating humans was a very simple thing, but he didn't expect that he hadn't succeeded in passing the mid-term mission until now.

And with his return, the phantom of the head and tail of the man in his mind was removed from the unpleasant effects left in the simulation as usual.

Zhao Meng's memory was completely in line with the real world, and at this moment he was still holding the strange object that Qing Xuan handed over to him.

The outside world is still fluctuating, as if to foreshadow something.

Qing Xuan told him that he was on a mission to save the world, but several successive failures made him realize the difficulty of the simulation.

"Why don't you do it another way?"

Zhao Meng pondered for a few seconds and shook his head silently,

"There are many kinds of life, and I don't believe that no one can succeed."

Thinking of this, he closed his eyes and consciously came to the illusory light cluster again, entering a new simulation.

[In the first week, you are born, and you become a healthy baby. 】

The loud cry attracted people's attention, and Zhao Meng looked at the surrounding environment:

"This time, the hospital looks good and should be a developed area."

[In the seventh year, under the nurturing of your mother, you grew up healthily. 】

In a blink of an eye, Zhao Meng had reached the age of seven.

He also knows a little bit about the world he lives in, it is a very wealthy area, and his life as a child is very smooth.

The only problem is that he doesn't have a father. It can also be said that her mother also did not know who his father was?

Zhao Meng was a little curious about this at first, but when he learned that most of the children in the entire neighborhood had a similar situation, he was relieved.

"It's time to go to school, too!"

After saying hello to his mother, Zhao Meng walked towards the door, and met his little friends along the way.

Soon not far from his home, Zhao Meng got on the school bus.

The children in the car along the way were playing and playing, and Zhao Meng looked at the scene outside the car.

The road is filled with all sorts of people, who seem to be wandering here with nothing to do.

"This seems to have increased in the past two years."

"I heard the news that I crossed the border from the south," looking at the scene outside the window, Zhao Meng frowned slightly,

"It's a wealthy place, but security is declining."

"This simulation went well, and I hope there won't be any more moths."

……

The school bus slowly stopped in front of an elementary school, and the children rushed to the school in front of them, only Zhao Meng slowly got off the car.

Without taking two steps, Zhao Meng felt that he had stepped on something hard.

He looked up and saw that it was a needle, and he hurriedly rubbed it and kicked the needle aside.

"I don't know what the people here think."

"Why do you want to set up a garbage bin to collect needles near the school?"

Zhao Meng muttered and continued to walk towards the school, but before he could take two steps, he saw some students and teachers, holding some kind of colorful flag calling for something.

When he saw the content on the flag, Zhao Meng sighed secretly:

"Here we go again!"

"I knew it wasn't going to be easy."

(End of chapter)