It was late at night, and Luo Xiyun was sleeping soundly. Suddenly, he regained consciousness and heard a mechanical voice, "User XX111111 has sent you a love message. Do you agree? If you agree, you will become a couple with the other party."

She was stunned. Who is user XX111111?

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At the same time, Bai Jinxuan was recording a program to promote her new song. She had been recording until now, and after getting in the car, she couldn't stand it anymore, leaned her head on the back of the chair, and soon fell asleep.

"User XX111111 has sent you a love message. Do you agree? If you agree, you will become a couple with the other party."

She was a little confused. What was going on? ………………

On the other side, Yang Jinxia had already gone to bed. Her work and rest habits have always been very good. Recently, she has paid more attention to maintenance and rarely stays up late.

"User XX111111 has sent you a love message..."

The same voice rang in her ears.

When she heard this hint, her eyes were thoughtful, and after a moment, a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

………………

When Chen Xu opened his eyes, he found himself lying in a small room.

He sat up and looked around the room. It was only about ten square meters, and besides the single bed he was lying on, there was only a table with various oily metal parts scattered on it.

There was a red dress hanging on the wall, with some black stains still on it, and the color itself had become a little dull.

"So it seems like this is a role-playing type thing."

He was a little excited, this was a completely new form, in the previous three dreams, he had participated in the game with his original identity. Now he finally had an identity.

"My current identity is that of a maintenance worker."

After the excitement, he quickly got into the state and began to speculate on his identity. Judging from the suspected work clothes on the wall and the metal parts piled on the table and the floor, it seemed obvious.

He observed the room and recalled the past, but there was no sense of familiarity at all.

"It seems that I only have this identity, but I don't have the corresponding memory."

He frowned. Wouldn't it be easy to get caught if this happened?

Judging from the system prompt just now, this should be an online game dream with multiple participants. If it is a single-player copy, there is no need to emphasize the qualifications required to participate.

Moreover, he made another discovery. He was finally able to call up a personal panel in his dream, which showed that his level was 2 and his personal points were 400. To advance to the next level, he needed 1,000 points.

He counted silently in his mind, and the total points he got in the previous three dreams was exactly 400.

Just now the system prompted that the level of the map he was currently in was level 2, and the difficulty was also level 2. It was probably arranged according to his current level.

As for his civilian status, it was not difficult to understand, because he had no way of spending money. This dream device was the same as the games produced by various game companies on Earth, and it was very demanding.

There are no numerical values ​​such as personal attributes on the personal panel. In addition to displaying points and levels, there is also a line of text showing the location of his partner.

He clicked on it out of curiosity and found that the other party was more than ten light years away from him, and it said that the distance was too far and he could not contact him. He was speechless.

What does a dozen light years mean? Most likely they are in another map, and there is no chance for them to meet until the end of the game.

If they are a couple, why do they have to be so far apart? This system is really incomprehensible.

To be honest, he was very curious about who accepted his courtship and became his lover. Was it Luo Xiyun, Yang Jinxia, ​​or Bai Jinxuan? These three numbers didn't tell anything, and he couldn't guess who was who.

His own number is XX111111, and the message he sent at that time must have shown the number, not his name.

No matter who it is, if someone sees this message for no apparent reason, their first reaction will definitely be to reject it.

Now, someone actually agreed, who could it be? He had a vague idea of ​​a candidate in his mind, but he was not sure.

"Forget it, now is not the time to think about these things."

After a while, he shook his head, put these speculations behind him, concentrated his mind, and thought about what to do next.

He felt a little hungry and glanced at the digital clock on the bedside table. It showed seven-fifteen.

It should be morning.

He thought about it and then found something strange. There was not even a window in the room. Even the walls did not look like ordinary cement walls.

He walked forward and touched it. The cold touch confirmed his guess that it was made of metal.

“Isn’t this a metal box?”

This thought flashed through his mind, and he suppressed the urge to go out, and looked around the room again. The most valuable thing was obviously the table, where there was a suitcase and something like a gray card.

He picked up the card. It was the size of a bank card with a chip on it. On the other side was printed the number XX111111, as well as his photo and name.

Then he looked at the suitcase next to him. There was a button on each side. He pressed it hard and the suitcase opened automatically. He saw various tools neatly arranged inside, which formed a sharp contrast with the messy room.

He closed the box again and looked above the table. There was a handle that could obviously be opened.

He stood up, stretched out his hand to grasp the handle, pulled it, and it opened. There was a compartment inside, and a gust of cold air hit his face. It turned out to be a refrigerator.

The grid is not big, with only two layers, and it is filled with something packaged in a palm-sized bag that looks like the kind of sucking jelly.

He took out a package and read the instructions carefully. After a while, a hint of joy appeared on his face. This was a nutritious meal that could provide all the energy and nutrients needed by the human body.

In the dream, when the situation was unclear, being able to find so much food was like taking a reassurance pill. At least in the short term, there was no need to worry about food shortages.

He counted them and found that there were about a hundred packets here. If he ate three packets a day, that would be enough food for a month.

He opened a package and put it in his mouth. It tasted like cherry, just like rice cereal. He was really hungry, so he ate it all in two or three bites and threw the package into a trash can in the corner.

After a while, he felt full in his stomach. He closed the refrigerator again and continued to search the room.

At the end of the bed, there were several boxes piled up, all of which were clothes and other sundries. In another corner, there were also several boxes, which contained various parts, such as gears, screws, and chips and circuit boards. No one knew whether they were good or bad.

Apart from this, there was nothing else in the room.

He glanced at the digital clock beside his bed. It was seven forty-two.

It's time to go out and see.

He took down the red clothes from the wall, put them on, put three days' rations in his pocket, put his hand on the door handle, and pushed the door open.

The door was very heavy. The moment he pushed it open, he felt a gust of air, which lifted his bangs slightly.

There was another door outside, just two or three meters away. Between the two doors was a corridor.

He walked out the door and looked to both sides. The corridor was very long and he couldn't see the end at a glance.

There are rooms like this on both sides of the corridor, so densely packed that it is impossible to count them.

"What on earth is this place?"

He was somewhat puzzled. This style had a strange sense of familiarity. It gave him the feeling that it was a bit like the style of the shelter at the beginning of the second dream.

The corridors on both sides were empty, all the doors were closed, and it was extremely quiet all around, so quiet that he had a bad feeling.

He hesitated for a moment, walked to the door opposite, saw a button on the door that looked like a doorbell, pressed it, and said, "Hello, I'm Chen Xu who lives opposite."

No response.

He pressed it a few more times and waited for a while, but still no response.

"Isn't this the doorbell?" He thought for a moment, went back to his room, pressed the button, and clearly heard a ding-dong sound from inside.

He sighed and wanted to close the door, but then thought better of it, fearing that he might not be able to open it later, which would be embarrassing.

After hesitating for a moment, he walked to the left, ringing the doorbell every time he passed a door. Even after he walked a long way away, the doors were still closed.

When he reached the end of the corridor, a door appeared in front of him.

At first, he thought it was a wall, but when he got closer, he found a small gap in the middle, which was a metal door.

There was nothing on the door, only a black square panel on the wall next to it, which should be the sensing area.

He looked back and could no longer see his own door. He had been counting the doors along the way, and there were 157 doors on one side, and 314 on both sides combined.

“I hope it can be opened.”

He took out his card, walked over and swiped it on the black square.

The wall lit up and his personal information appeared. "Second-level maintenance worker Chen Xu, you are not authorized to enter the C3 area. Please leave."

really.

He felt a little depressed. His current identity and status were too low. If he was confined to this area, he could not do anything.

However, he did not leave immediately. Since he was already here, he had to make some attempts.

"It's like this, I found something unusual and I want to report it."

The voice just now rang out, "You can report to your superior."

"This is the abnormal situation I want to report. I can't contact my superiors. Not only that, I can't contact anyone else either. To be precise, I haven't seen a single living person so far."

(End of this chapter)