War Paradise

At midnight, the city was still noisy.

The neon lights keep shining, and people who have long been accustomed to the nightlife are constantly flowing on the dirty steel road.

The urban architectural design of this era has basically abandoned the concept of "beauty", focusing only on speed and practicality.

Of course, no matter how ugly the shape of the building is, no one except a few artists and critics will care about these insignificant issues.

With the rapid development of science and technology, almost everyone has become a "dead house". People can do all the work at home. Even going to work is often done in a virtual space built by imaging equipment in the brain.

Humans are becoming more and more closed. Friends who used to drink and eat barbecue together can only meet in virtual space now.

It is no exaggeration to say that many people have completely "isolated" from reality.

Almost all the news they know is obtained from the Internet. Occasionally walking on the street, you will even feel a subtle sense of unreality, as if you have entered another world.

In the eyes of these people, today is also an ordinary day.

No one knows that in a world born on a satellite, a **** battle is going on.

"..."

The welcome robot sitting on the sofa quietly feels the passage of time. The exact time in this time zone at this moment is 23:57.

The owner of this house is still lying in the game warehouse at this time.

——He once instructed himself, if after twenty hours in the real world, if the game compartment is still operating, cut off the power directly and let him return to the real world forcibly.

Now, that man has spent fourteen hours in the game cabin. The length of this game is obviously much longer than that of an ordinary passerby chief.

Even though the body is sitting on the sofa, the consciousness of Frankenstein has been watching the scene in the game through the imaging device in the brain. It certainly saw the scene of the "Young Master" fighting. but……

Since the young master landed on an island and encountered another "child", the broadcast of Lin Chi and the Terminator's perspective was suddenly interrupted.

——Where did he go?

After the signal was interrupted, Frankenstein tried hundreds of methods to try to find the trace of the guy, but he still found nothing.

The server of "War of Heaven", which was easy to break through, became a stronghold this time. Not to mention finding Lin Chi's whereabouts, Frankenstein couldn't even sneak into that game as usual.

In addition, the information sent by unknown users also made it a little concerned:

"Are you there? Something to discuss."

The Frankenstein who didn't know who the other party was, sent a message in the past: "I don't know you."

"Hey belongs to the Security Bureau, the one who met you this afternoon." The other party replied instantly.

"Is there something?" Frankenstein's response was as cold as ever.

It has always held a hostile attitude towards the Special Security Agency who knew his identity. But this time, the other party didn't seem to want to oppose him:

"Do you know "War Paradise"?" the commissioner sent a message.

"Do not."

"I heard from the guy in the bureau that the man in your family is participating in the game." The special agent changed to the voice: "The people in the game seem to be doing big things. To stop them, the Lord is preparing to enter the game. ..."

"Unable to enter." Frankenstein replied.

"But I can go in." The commissioner said in a bad tone: "How about it, robot, do I need to take you in with me, uncle?"

"Why do you want to help me." The welcoming robot sitting on the sofa, the eyes on the mask flickered.

No matter how he analyzes it, he can't find a reason for the other party to help him. It stands to reason that the special commissioner should be pursuing himself.

"I don't intend to help you." The commissioner said annoyedly: "I came from Zhou...what? Oh, I heard from Zhou Tianhao, that the man in your family may be in danger."

"I don't know." Frankenstein replied coldly.

The commissioner did not care about the hostility shown by Frankenstein, but habitually began to give orders, just like when working in the Security Bureau:

"Master doesn't know that person, it is not convenient to find him. Your task is to identify that man, and then bring him out with me, understand?"

"I am not your subordinate."

"Don't worry about the shit..." the commissioner scolded: "How can I watch someone die in the game? If something really happens, my father's salary will also be deducted. Get ready, I will take you from the security bureau. Break into the special port of the game, hurry up!"

...

Five minutes later, a "humanoid monster" wearing a ragged red cloak appeared in the war paradise after a long absence.

As it was a few months ago, Frankenstein is still in that weird costume, his head is completely covered by the shadow of the hood, only two red lights are exposed. His body was covered with pale bandages, and a few spikes protruded from his arms.

When it appeared in the City of Chaos, this set of equipment was still very eye-catching, but in the chaotic "Nightmare Dynasty" where all kinds of monsters and monsters appeared, the appearance of Frankenstein was not so strange.

"Damn brain imaging games, I hate this stuff."

The special commissioner's impatient voice came from him, and Frankenstein turned his head, and saw an old man in rags standing on his right hand.

The commissioner could not find a flat piece of skin all over his body, and his hair almost fell out. It was not so much old, it looked like he had been irradiated.

Looking at the talking zombie, Frankenstein slowly nodded: "Thank you."

"Don't be polite to me, robot..." The commissioner stared at the murky yellow eyes and looked up at the gloomy sky: "Master wants to ask, is this always the case in this game?"

"Uncommon." Frankenstein replied.

The sky on this continent has been covered by heavy clouds, and the gray clouds are constantly twisting and deforming, looking a bit like a grinning face, revealing a little horror.

Frankenstein who watched the live game knew that these clouds were formed when Lin Chi and the Terminator duel. If you want to find those two people and go to where they were duel before, you might get some clues.

"Go to the island." Frankenstein said.

"What island? I don't have time to watch the live broadcast." The commissioner asked.

Frankenstein briefly explained it, and the commissioner immediately understood its meaning, nodded and said: "Good idea, go there to find the traces they left..."

A mournful scream interrupted his words.

The two turned their eyes to the place where the sound came from, and walked quickly to the deserted wooden house. With a slam, the broken wooden door was pushed open, and a thin arm stretched out. then……

"Master would like to ask... Has this game always been like this?"

Watching that arm dissolve in front of his eyes and turn into a viscous red liquid, the commissioner repeated the question just now: "What happened to this ghost place?"