Chapter 1: Awakening ()

It's cold and shaking, this is the carriage, but judging from that bumpy rhythm, it's definitely the train carriage.

Wang Zongchao woke up from his sleep. A unique metal breath stimulated his mouth and nose, but he did not open his eyes immediately, but silently calmed himself down and slightly moved every small muscle in his body.

"The physical condition is normal, there is no feeling of being hurt or being bound. The clothes are still the ones before they lose consciousness, but they are wearing a strange metal watch on their right hand!

There are no signs of anesthesia. What's even more incredible is that judging from the hunger in my stomach, I will never sleep for more than twenty minutes!"

With extremely precise control of every muscle and bone in his body, Wang Zongchao found out his current physical condition in a blink of an eye under the slight movement that outsiders could not detect even if they were careful to observe. But even so, he was even more shocked.

"Who can do this to the point where I can't unconsciously and move to a strange place in a very short time?"

The situation is unknown, Wang Zongchao still pretends to be drowsy, but in fact he is already full of strength like a bow full of strings, and he can suddenly attack the enemy at any time.

"There are several breathing sounds around, but most of them tend to be stable. They should be in a sleep or coma like I just now. One, two, three... Oh, three, two, two, five, then, six of them are in a drowsy. But there is another awake, judging from the frequency of breathing, it should be smoking... Well, one is about to wake up."

As Wang Zongchao thought, a man jumped up suddenly. Then the smoker spoke in a cold voice, "Yes, you are the one with the best quality among the people who came this time."

"Where is this? Who are you? Why am I here?" asked a young man's voice.

Interesting. This man was not panicked. Wang Zongchao could naturally hear the sound trembling a little at the beginning, but he could still keep his mind calm. By the last sentence, he had basically calmed down.

Since he had a bird that stood out, he could not feel the malice of the speaker. Wang Zongchao did not continue to disguise himself. He opened his left eye and looked around. He was just talking about two young men of twenty-seven or eight years old, one of whom looked ordinary but had a scar on his face that had been crisscrossed, turned the originally ordinary face into a very ferocious one.

If an ordinary person sees him, he will definitely be attracted by the ugly scars on his face at the first time and ignore the others. However, Wang Zongchao is different. In addition to paying attention to the bulge on this person's clothes and from the shape, he also pays special attention to his eyes.

It was a pair of dark eyes. They were both yellow people, and it was not surprising that they were dark hair and dark eyes, but this person's eyes were the darkness that seemed to have destroyed all the light and were deep and dark.

The other one is handsome, wearing leather shoes, trousers, and T-shirts, all of which are of medium and high-end texture, which highlights his slender figure very well. His hairstyle is a little gel-like, and his smart and capable hair is not chaotic, and he is a standard urban white-collar worker.

Although the white-collar young man's eyes were a little confused and at a loss, his eyes were not distracted. He just stared at the scar-faced young man calmly. His performance made Wang Zongchao reaffirm his psychological quality. Of course, compared to him being just an ordinary white-collar worker, if he is a professional soldier, this performance can only be considered qualified.

"I'm lucky. I actually have another good quality." The scar-faced young man nodded and said.

Wang Zongchao just smiled casually, sat down on a train chair beside him, leaning against the back of the chair, his hands naturally drooped, as if completely relaxed, and even his eyes were slightly closed.

It seems easy to make freehand, but Wang Zongchao actually gathers all his spiritual energy in the dantian three inches below his lower abdomen, and his thigh muscles are wrapped in a circle. A spine falls heavily, and the center of gravity is on the tailbone like a dragonfly sifting water. When it falls together, the subtle strength is like ripples in the pond, rippling all parts of the body.

Such a sitting posture can be rushing up at any time and attacking from all directions. The current situation is strange and there is no need to be careless!

The scar-faced young man's expression changed, and he didn't seem to notice Wang Zongchao's vigilance. He turned to the white-collar young man, "Think about it carefully, the answer is already in your mind."

Wang Zongchao's heart moved, and with this reminder, a message suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Do you understand the meaning of life? Want to...be truly alive?

Yes or no?…”

"You can get me here with a selection box in a computer... Is there such a ridiculous thing?" Wang Zongchao felt more and more that the situation he was facing was beyond the understanding of general logic.

At this time, the other three men and two women lying, and five people also woke up one after another. Both their reactions and physical fitness were within the scope of normal people. Wang Zongchao only felt that the girl with glasses and beautiful appearance who woke up the fastest was more prominent. Although she was dressed simply and had a weak temperament, her eyes were more observing and thinking than she was as panicked as the four of them.

The scar-faced youth also told them.

"What do you mean, we are now like "The Matrix", and we enter the game, and then return to our bodies after playing the game?" asked a pretty fat man next to the white-collar young man, who was not very handsome, and his performance was always very annoying.

"I don't know whether it's consciousness or not, but I know that in this game, you will get hurt, hurt, and die! You newcomers are very lucky. This time the scene is "Resident Evil 1", a very simple science fiction horror movie, and there are only seven people with difficulty, low danger, and it is easy to pass. Even if you can't pass, you will die quickly and not be very painful! The scene we are going to enter is different every time. Maybe you have seen it, maybe you haven't seen it. The main god will join newcomers every time. The total number of people in each scene is between seven and twenty. Therefore, there are only seven people in this scene, which is the lowest difficulty." The scar-faced young man spoke while pulling out a huge desert eagle while debugging.

"Tsk! How do you know they will die? Maybe they have returned to their bodies and went to have fun! Look, this is just a virtual reality game that is not available." The fat man sneered disdainfully.

The young man was obviously stimulated by this sentence, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, then he bowed. The next moment, his whole body turned into a black panther, suddenly threw the fat man to the ground, and the gun in his hand was inserted into his mouth. He was crazy about the horror he encountered in the first horror movie. The murderous aura in his eyes was just to hide the fear in his heart.

"Do you want to try? Do you want to try it? Can death let you escape from this cage? Say, say, do you want to try it? Well? You tmd, something like shit, what do you know! Last time in "Ghost Street 1", there were 15 newcomers and two seniors. Do you know what the ending is? Do you know? They are all dead, all tmd dead! Dead in the ridiculous dream of tmd! You know that you are cut by a pair of scissors, one knife... and one knife cut yourself like a rag doll, and the ground is covered with pieces of skin, muscles, intestines, and internal organs like a puzzle, but I am still alive, and I have to watch the parts on my body be placed in different categories, because my eyelids have been cut off long ago!"

The scar-faced young man's words made his eyes turn bloody red in an instant, revealing a naked cold murderous aura.

"Have you ever been a soldier in the army?" Suddenly, a very plain tone made the scarred young man cool down.

"How did you know?" Although the scar-faced young man did not pull the pistol out of the fat man's mouth, his attention had shifted to Wang Zongchao who was talking.

"You draw your gun, pounce, and grab your grapple, and have traces of training for the PLA's regular army!"

Hearing this, a trace of surprise flashed in the scarred youth's eyes: "You have a very keen observation?"

"I don't care about how you understand the purpose of receiving regular military training of the People's Liberation Army, but it is obviously not for you to stuff the pistol into the mouth of an unarmed ordinary person in a disagreement." Wang Zongchao was not polite. Although he realized that the scar-faced young man had more murderous aura than the substance, he always couldn't stand this behavior.

Hearing this provocative sentence, the scar-faced young man stared at Wang Zongchao's eyes and narrowed like a cheetah staring at his prey. The people around him were also very nervous, wondering what kind of attack he would make next.

However, Wang Zongchao was still sitting loosely on the seat, leaning against the back of the chair, and seemed to have not taken the pressure from the scar-faced young man to heart at all.

This made the scarred young man unable to understand him, so he just sneered: "Do you want to stand up for this waste? I advise you to spend less effort. Death in the scene is real death! I bet this waste will not last an hour."

"Lu Xun said that the strong swung their swords toward the stronger, while the weaker ones toward the weaker. If you only can't get along with the people you think are useless, I'm afraid it only means that you are a weak person!" Wang Zongchao's next words changed drastically.

Nightmare words, blood-red eyes, and hideous scars that were highly congested and burst. All of this made the scarred young man feel crazy and confused. Everyone believes that even if he shot the fat man in the next moment and beat Wang Zongchao into a honeycomb, it is entirely possible.

However, Wang Zongchao just looked at him calmly, as if he was not worried about the gun in his hand at all.

The white-collar young man and the pretty girl wearing glasses plucked up the courage to comfort the scarred young man. Finally, the man calmed down. He slowly returned to his original place to sit down, and continued to wipe his desert eagle. His bloodshot eyes slowly returned to his usual appearance. "You said right, I am indeed a weak person. In this ridiculous world, we are all weak people, and we are all fucking toys and ants!"

Wang Zongchao looked at the scar-faced young man who was crazy just now but now decadent and slightly weak, and was very surprised. He could clearly feel the other person's breathing and heartbeat frequency, and he knew very well that half of the other person's performance was indeed venting, and half was doing acting. So, why did he do this?

Seeing this person calm down, the girl wearing glasses asked softly: "Does...we really can't get back into our bodies?"

The scar-faced young man raised his eyebrows and sneered, "Enough! I said just now, I don't want to repeat it again! We are not a tmd bullshit consciousness entering the computer game! You look around yourself and take a closer look! This is a carriage in the driving train. You can touch it yourself, touch the metal walls and floors of the carriage, smell the nausea of ​​metal oxidation in the air, and then pinch your own face hard to see if it hurts! Do you still think that the current technology level can reach this virtual reality technology? Is it possible? This is the masterpiece of the tmd gods and demons! And we... we are a group of bugs in costumes, oh, by the way, have you watched "Gladiators"? We are gladiators in the gladiator! Anyway, I don't think I can still walk out of this gladiator alive!"

As if he had not seen the sign of the man's madness, the girl wearing glasses continued to ask: "Not all the gladiators died in the arena. Listen to your words, the implication... Is it really possible to go back alive?"

The scarred young man looked at the glasses in surprise, "According to this time, the quality of the newcomer is really good. You are right, there is indeed a possibility of going back. Note, what I said is possible, but it is just possible."

He looked at five pairs of hopeful eyes and said with a sneer, "Every time you complete a task, that is, those who are still alive after experiencing a scene will receive a thousand reward points. These reward points can be exchanged for a lot of things, including...it can allow you to live in the scene you passed by for a hundred days."

A middle-aged man next to the glasses girl immediately shouted, "What a joke! Who would go back to that kind of ghost place! That's self-abuse!"

"I think... he means to choose an area that is not dangerous in that scene." The girl in glasses touched her broad forehead and said, "For example... in "Ghost Street 1", except for that town... other places... other countries are still very safe... By the way, during your mission, can't you go to religious sacred places such as the Vatican or the Potala Palace to take refuge?"

The scar-faced young man glanced at her, sneered, and said, "You are very imaginative, but unfortunately, I drove with others for three days and three nights in "Ghost Street 1". I thought I had already run far away. However, in a blink of an eye, we found that the old team member who suddenly laughed wildly was actually that evil ghost! Moreover, sometimes the main god will limit the location you are in or stipulate a task that must be completed to force you to fight to the death! In short, no task in this game can make you pass easily."

"Conditional restrictions? Is it similar to raising a Gu or a Arena?" Wang Zongchao thought in his mind, but had no clue.

The scar-faced young man said again: "Look at the watch, is there a name on the upper left side, pronounce it."

Only then did everyone notice that they were wearing a black pure metal watch on their hands, the style was simple and pure.

"Matthew Addison!"

Several people read it out at the same time, and then they were surprised to see a tall, strong, resolute and steady black man among the foreign soldiers emitting a faint light all over his body. The light lasted for only a moment, and then the black man returned to normal again.

"This is the captain of the mercenary in the movie. This movie is a horror film in a specific area. The plot of the horror film only takes place in this laboratory. In order to limit the difficulty, the "Master God" cannot escape from the plot area too far in such a horror film. A hundred meters away from this Matthew Addison, we will... with a bang, nothing is gone, do you understand?

In addition, you can also see a restriction: 'Before the first time the Queen of Fire is closed, we cannot disclose the existence of T viruses and zombies, the crawlers, and the existence of laser channels.' Note that this is 'cannot'. As long as we have the intention to reveal to them, the 'master god' will make us unable to speak at all. So, we cannot avoid contact with zombies anyway." The scarfaced youth explained.

The white-collar young man suddenly asked, "What is that 'Master God'? You have been saying this name before."

"'Master God' should be something that manages us to enter this horror movie cycle. It gives us reward points, and redemption is also carried out in it.'Master God' is a light ball, and in fact I don't know what it is." The scar-faced young man said strangely, and then he introduced some rules and reward issues about the 'Master God'.

The girl wearing glasses nodded and said, "The last question...what does this number represent?" She pointed to the countdown number on her watch.

"You have to stay in this horror movie. Once the time is over, you can return to the 'Master God' alive, receive the reward, and then face the next horror movie." The scar-faced young man took a deep breath of cigarettes.

"Can I ask, since we are in the Resident Evil movie, can we tell me what this movie is talking about?" Wang Zongchao is not very interested in movies and games, and it is difficult for him to be interested in horror movies. In his nerves, the stimulation of pure audio and video is difficult to bring him any pleasure. The highlights of horror games that test the nerves and reaction speed of ordinary people are also difficult to catch his eye.

Everyone turned around and looked at him strangely.

Wang Zongchao's face turned as usual: "Sorry, I'm not very interested in movie games, I just heard of this game."

The scar-faced young man was silent for a moment, and he looked at him with a little pity.

At this moment, the train gradually stopped. The scar-faced young man shrugged and said, "Sorry, the plot will start in three minutes. Remember to let them hear our current topic and be deducted points. One ten is a must-have for the next time you lose the reward. If you want the answer, it is best to avoid them, but it is best if someone risked deductions for you to tell you. Work hard, novices."
Chapter completed!