Extra 5: Back to the Modern Times
The game cabin was delivered the next day. It was a very large one, shaped like a giant egg, with plenty of space inside for one to lie down.
Song Yuzhu touched it and found that the game cabin felt a bit like tempered glass. I heard that such a machine would cost tens of thousands of yuan. According to the instructions, he plugged in the power supply, connected to the network, opened the cabin door, sat in, and put on the bionic helmet.
Speaking of which, I haven’t played any games since I graduated from college. I didn’t expect that games have become so advanced nowadays.
Song Yuzhu finished her meal, took a shower, and then sat in the game cabin.
This chair is very comfortable and the angle can be adjusted, so you won’t feel tired even if you play for hours.
Song Yuzhu put on a helmet and lay down. There was an opening button in the chamber. He pressed it lightly and the eggshell slowly closed, with a faint light inside.
A woman's voice came from my ear: "Welcome to experience the Apocalypse game cabin. For the safety of the game, please bind your personal account first."
Song Yuzhu was stunned for a moment. She had to bind her personal information? Probably because they were worried that minors would get addicted to games. A transparent screen appeared in front of her and she entered her ID number.
After waiting for a minute, the voice sounded again, "Identity verification successful. If you feel uncomfortable during the game, please ask to end the game. Please surf the Internet in a civilized manner and build a harmonious society. I wish you a happy game."
The moment the sound stopped, everything in front of his eyes suddenly went dark, followed by a dizzy feeling of weightlessness. Song Yuzhu nervously grabbed the handrail beside him.
After about ten seconds, his eyes gradually brightened and Song Yuzhu found himself standing in an empty room.
This is probably the birthplace of novices. I moved my hands and feet and felt no discomfort. I could even jump up directly. It's amazing!
A clear flute sound rang in his ears, which should be the entrance music of the game. Song Yuzhu pushed open the door and walked outside. When he walked out of the house, he was stunned for a moment. The huge words "崛起启ol" in the sky were so shocking!
This game is so scary that you can even smell the smell of grass and trees in the air.
Song Yuzhu was in a daze, and suddenly a book appeared in his mind, and a task was issued: Please select your birth age, birth gender, and character name (Once selected, it cannot be changed.)
Song Yuzhu looked at the assignment book, wondering if it was his illusion, but he felt like it looked familiar.
Song Yuzhu randomly chose the age of fifteen, the gender remained unchanged, and the name was also the default name.
"The system is generating, please do not move..."
"The system is generating, please do not move..."
"The system is generating, please do not move..."
"The character has been generated successfully. Your initial identity is a pharmacist in the medical clinic. You can unlock more identities by exploring the game."
The scenery around Song Yuzhu changed completely. Noisy voices rang in her ears, and a herbal smell that was so familiar that it couldn't be more familiar entered her nose.
This is a clinic, with a doctor sitting in front and assistants running around. He is the pharmacist of this clinic, responsible for dispensing medicine for others.
"Pharmacist Song, why are you standing there? Go get the medicine!" someone beside him urged.
Song Yuzhu turned her head stiffly. The holographic game was too realistic! She could clearly see the pores on the skin of the old man who was talking next to her.
"What medicine?" Song Yuzhu asked tentatively.
"Licorice root 50 cents, Rhizoma Cibotii 1 liang 2 cents, Saposhnikovia divaricata 1 liang 2 cents, Gastrodia elata 1 liang 5 cents..."
Before he could finish the rest of the words, Song Yuzhu skillfully took out 1.5 liang of Poria cocos and 1.5 liang of Fritillaria cirrhosa. This was a prescription for clearing heat and resolving phlegm.
The old man nodded with satisfaction while holding the medicine. Song Yuzhu sat on the stool with his heart pounding.
The way these people were dressed was so familiar, exactly the same as when he was in Daqi!
Did he wear it again?!
After a busy morning, when no one was in the clinic, Song Yuzhu stopped a waiter and asked, "What dynasty is it now?"
The man was stunned for a moment, "Pharmacist Song, are you confused? This is the eighth year of Yong'an in Daqi."
It's really Qi Dynasty! Song Yuzhu's heart was pounding with excitement. But why is it the eighth year of Yong'an? What kind of era is this?
He continued to ask: "Do you know Emperor Changzhi?"
The young man said, "Of course I know. He was the founding emperor of Daqi. That was more than a hundred years ago."
Song Yuzhu didn't expect that she would return to Daqi after her death. The place had changed dramatically and had become a completely different place.
After the disappointment, Song Yuzhu was more curious, wondering if he was still in the game or had traveled through time again. He said, "The game is over."
The scene in front of him disappeared instantly, and he returned to the small room where he had just logged into the game. A prompt sounded in his ears: "Do you want to end the game?"
"Continue the game." It turned out that he didn't put it back on.
Song Yuzhu had some guesses in his mind. When he first fainted, he had entered a dark space where he saw many codes. At that time, he wondered if that world was virtual.
But everything around him was too real, so he gave up that idea.
Now Song Yuzhu can be sure that when he was unconscious, his soul entered this game, and the system in his mind should be the initial system of the game.
Everything had an explanation, but the explanation didn't make him feel better. Could it be that the people he had lived with for so many years were just a string of data?
His lover, parents, relatives and friends are all flesh and blood people, how could they be just a string of cold codes?
Song Yuzhu was eager to learn everything about the game. He asked his assistant about the origin of Daqifa, and then ran to a nearby bookstore to check the history books.
Sure enough, I found many familiar records in the book, including Prime Minister Xu Bing, Regent Liu Lin, Princess Changle, and the loyal and brave general Zhao Xiao.
Song Yuzhu read their records word by word, and saw that Zhao Xiao died in the 21st year of Changle, which was two years after his death. Song Yuzhu burst into tears while holding the book. He could not tell whether this was virtual or real.
Song Yuzhu put the book back and quit the game.
As the game ended, Song Yuzhu slowly opened his eyes, the dull pain in his chest had not yet dissipated.
If this is really a game, then do I have a chance to go back to the early years of Daqi?
He immediately called his friend and asked him about the manufacturer of this game.
Wan Chen sent him a WeChat ID: "This is Juqi's project development manager. You can ask him any questions about the game."
Song Yuzhu added the other party on WeChat, and the other party accepted it soon after.
After a brief exchange, Song Yuzhu asked directly, "Can this game let you choose the time of your character's birth?"
The other party asked with some confusion: "Is it spring, summer, autumn and winter?"
"No, can the birth time be set at the beginning of the Great Qi era?"
"Not yet, because the game is set in the eighth year of Yong'an."
Song Yuzhu asked puzzledly: "Your company has never done a plot in the early years of Daqi?"
"No, the background story is all fictitious, made up by the planners."
"Okay, thank you for your help."
If my guess is correct, the game system used the background story to create a dimension itself.
Song Yuzhu happened to enter that small world when she was unconscious. Later, the game's file deletion system was deleted, but that world was truly left behind.
This is probably what it means, one flower, one world, one leaf, one bodhi.
After thinking it through, Song Yuzhu stopped worrying about it. After playing games for two months, he finally saved enough money to go to Beijing and took a bus to Beijing.
Originally he wanted to visit the imperial mausoleum, but unfortunately his status was not high enough, so he could only walk around the city.
Time flies. Although this place is different from the Beijing in my memory, it is still nostalgic.
Standing outside the palace, he looked at the high palace walls and thought about his past experiences.
Song Yuzhu used the game's built-in camera function to take a photo of himself and the palace gate, and transferred it to his mobile phone as a souvenir.
Yesterday cannot be kept, and the old friends are gone, so just keep them in your memory.
The next day he returned the game console and prepared to go back to work after he recovered.
A year later, Song Yuzhu was on duty at the hospital. There were no patients at night, so he lay in the office to rest.
Suddenly, hurried footsteps were heard in the corridor: "Director Song! Director Song!"
Hearing this, Song Yuzhu quickly stood up and put on his glasses: "What's wrong?"
The nurse said, "A patient was sent to the emergency room. I heard that he was stabbed in the chest by an arrow!"
"arrow?"
The nurse explained: "The patient is a martial arts actor. They were filming a costume drama. I heard that the director used real arrows as props in order to pursue realism. Unexpectedly, someone accidentally shot the actor!"
Song Yuzhu said as she walked: "I really have nothing to do."
There was a group of people gathered in the emergency room, they were crew members, agents and relatives of the actors.
Song Yuzhu put on gloves and walked forward and said, "Everyone else go out and wait, I want to check the wound."
The crowd dispersed, revealing a man lying on the observation bed. He was pale and wore an ancient-style ink-colored gown. His familiar features made Song Yuzhu feel like she was struck by lightning.
"Zhao...Xiao?!"
The man looked up in surprise: "Do you know me?"
Song Yuzhu's eyes were hot and it seemed as if countless drums were beating in his ears.
He walked to the bedside, cut open his clothes and checked the wound. The location of the arrow wound was exactly the same as when he and Zhao Xiao first met...
Is there such a coincidence in the world? Song Yuzhu didn't dare to think about it, for fear that he would go crazy.
"Doctor, please be gentler. It hurts." The man said weakly with a smile on his face.
"Don't worry, the nurse will give you anesthesia in a while."
"By the way, have we met somewhere before? Why do I feel so familiar with you when I see you?"
Song Yuzhu turned her back and took off her gloves, her eyes blurred with tears.
"Maybe in a previous life."
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