My players are so fierce

Chapter 382 381. Fuck! Are urban legends about reincarnation in another world true?

The helmet that was sent to Brother Zhongzhong’s office was different.

Its shape is exactly the same as a normal gaming helmet, but the color is painted a strange white with a red cross logo on it.

Just like the fucking medic helmet.

Hey, put it on your head and pair it with a small revolver with a caliber so small that your thumb cannot fit in it. Congratulations, you will be directly transferred to a "battlefield quack doctor" who can only give injections to treat diseases no matter what kind of injury you encounter.

But this helmet is like all previous terminals. Brother Zhongzhong searched the entire helmet and couldn't find any encapsulated interface.

It was obvious that he was unable to disassemble this thing, just as he was completely unable to disassemble his own helmet.

Speaking of which, this helmet is outrageous.

It will develop some minor scratches and deformations that do not affect its use over time, but this physical characteristic is limited to the influence of time. Once an external force is ready to violently crack it, this thing will immediately show that it cannot be used. Various situations based on common sense inference.

It's no exaggeration to say that Brother Zhong even stuffed grenades into this thing with permission from his superiors, but guess what?

Unscathed!

Not even a chipped paint.

In theory, this magical feature will definitely attract the attention of many players. However, the question is, how precious is a gaming helmet?

One helmet per person is permanently bound, and the development team has said on the forum that they will not replace any helmet for any reason, which means that once the helmet is damaged, you will say goodbye to Transia forever.

In this situation, who would use a knife to doodle on their precious helmet if they weren't under work pressure?

Only those who shoulder the responsibility and mission such as Brother Zhongzhong would carry out such violent disassembly, and they even used a hydraulic press!

However, three of the power cores were damaged, but the helmet was still unscathed.

Brother Zhongzhong guessed that this was a "black technology" mastered by Alpha Company. If people dare to send this thing to young players, they are not afraid that the current earth technology can crack this "technological black box".

Enough of this naked arrogance and disregard!

An unexpected situation caused Brother Zhongzhong to fail to go home on time to drink soup again today. His wife scolded him on the phone, but he couldn't do anything about it. The current problem forced him to work overtime until late at night, and he was constantly on the phone. My heartfelt regards to the damn "Real World" development team.

The only good thing is that the rest of the team also has to work overtime and stay up late like him.

One person's suffering is painful, but the suffering of a group of people can be shared, and even the small resentments in the heart are relieved a lot.

Finally, at three o'clock in the morning, Brother Zhongzhong, who couldn't bear it any longer and went to sleep on the floor, was shaken up by Ziwei.

"The superior has replied."

Ziwei, who had two dark circles under her eyes, yawned and said to the team leader:

"Go and have a look."

"Oh, thank you for your hard work. Go home and have a day off tomorrow."

Brother Zhongzhong rubbed his eyes and stood up and said something to the other brothers. Before entering the office, he did not forget to tell Brother Prodigal:

"Let all the civilian brothers in the group fill out the applications! Our guild will recruit them into the game as soon as they reach the second level! But pay attention to the confidentiality regulations."

"Um."

The prodigal brother was mature and prudent, and quickly conveyed the order without complaining.

Brother Zhongzhong returned to the office and opened a remote conference. His superior appeared on the screen wearing pajamas and holding a cup of hot tea. The latter said to Brother Zhongzhong concisely:

"We had a meeting and discussed it, and everyone agreed that this was an opportunity. According to the opinions given by our behavioral analysis experts, this is most likely a hint given to us by the other party.

Obviously they do not intend to involve the real world in the short term, so they will transfer this matter to us for implementation, that is, both parties can carry out limited cooperation. "

"Cooperation? Assigning tasks to us is not cooperation!"

Brother Zhongzhong said with an unhappy look:

"And there's another question. Does the other party not want to be involved in reality, or can't they be involved? Maybe they are something that has been 'sealed'."

"With the technological capabilities the other party has displayed so far, do you think it's possible?"

Brother Zhongzhong’s superior took a sip of hot tea and sighed:

"We can't even accurately capture their delivery methods and channels now. According to the 'brain wave interference' inspired by that helmet...

Well, the scientific name of this thing should be called 'quantum interference technology based on the microscopic world', and the research on the principles has just begun.

If they want, they can send that special helmet to Yang Qishan and Yang Qingfeng without alerting us, right?

And there's the note they sent.

This was the first time they took the initiative to contact us in this way. They called us the ‘operation and maintenance team’ on the note.

Savor the meaning of this.

Obviously this is a joke. Our previous actions of pretending to be a medical team were under observation throughout the whole process. Alas, it was difficult to do. "

"Okay, then we will be responsible for Yang Qingfeng's observation and treatment?"

Brother Zhongzhong sighed and said:

"Do you want to make an appointment with the hospital or something in advance?"

"No, the organization has already mobilized resources. A very professional medical team will arrive at your place tomorrow afternoon. We have rented a villa on the outskirts of your city to temporarily serve as the 'Real World' operation and maintenance team." site.

After waiting for Yang Qishan's family to arrive, arrange them there and collect real-time data. You will personally monitor this matter and maintain a report every three days. "

The superior lit a cigarette to keep himself awake in the dark night.

He warned:

“In addition, this matter has truly alarmed the senior management, and a lot of resources will be diverted. They planned to appoint someone to take over, but I refused.

Since you discovered this matter, you can continue to deal with it. However, there will be a high-level inquiry meeting in a while. Remember to bring all the information collected so far to make a report.

And you also know that the pandemic is currently raging and we really don't have much energy to focus on this. From now on, you are solely responsible for tracking this line.

Be sure to contact us promptly if necessary. "

"I'm under a lot of pressure!"

Brother Zhongzhong whined:

"I've never dealt with this kind of Close Encounters of the Third Kind before."

"Shit! You dared to be among the first to rush at me in Xisha, and now you're still afraid of this? Behave decently!"

The superior scolded:

"If something happens, you will be the first one to ask. Finally, give me a copy of their test application."

"ah?"

Brother Zhongzhong widened his eyes and said:

"You also want to go into battle in person? No, at your age."

"What's wrong with me at my age? Do you think I'm old enough to be useless? Let me tell you, if you let me stand up, I won't beat you!"

Without further ado, here’s the link! As the first person in charge of this project, I feel a little worried if I don’t go in and take a look in person.

Remember, just pretend that I haven't had this conversation with you, and don't actively look for me in the game. I will contact you if there is really trouble.

understand? "

——

Three days later, a low-key plane landed at the city airport where Brother Zhongzhong was located.

The airport was extremely busy as many people returned home due to the pandemic, but when Uncle Yang, his wife and the medical team escorting their son got off the plane, they saw several cars parked nearby.

A very professional medical vehicle and staff took over A Feng's care.

The young man lying on the hospital bed was so skinny that his body functions had begun to deteriorate due to being in a coma for many years. He had terrible scars on his chest and limbs, which were "mementos" left by the previous shipwreck.

Uncle Yang and his wife watched with worried faces as their son was taken to the medical vehicle. In front of them, Brother Zhongzhong, who was wearing a windbreaker, stepped forward and said in a gentle tone:

"Hello, you two. I am the head of the operation and maintenance team of Alpha Company, and I am specially responsible for assisting you."

"Wait! I've seen you!"

Uncle Yang, who was wearing loose training clothes, looked at the familiar fat middle-aged man in front of him in surprise, and he exclaimed:

"Aren't you the loyal brother?"

"Hey, I made you laugh."

Brother Zhongzhong grinned and said:

"We staff also need to participate in game testing. After all, our development team produces the game. How can a qualified developer not play the game he made?

Of course, my identity still needs to be kept ‘secret’ in the game.

Please understand this. "

"Yeah, I can understand, of course this kind of thing is understandable."

Uncle Yang nodded.

The lady next to him with a graceful figure but a haggard face did not pay attention to the men's conversation. Her eyes were all on her son. This is Beef Bowl's wife. The two have been divorced, but looking at them, you can tell that because They got back together again about their son.

"A Feng's Helmet"

On the way to the work area where the operation and maintenance team was located, Beef Bo could not help but ask:

"There are only three days, okay?"

"It doesn't matter. The hardware team delivered the special helmet yesterday. It's in the box next to you."

Brother Zhongzhong who was driving said without looking back:

"I'll give it to Feng when I get back soon. Don't worry, the hardware team has already adjusted it. At least that's what 'they' said.

If you're lucky, you'll be able to see your son soon.

Of course, it has to be ‘over there’.

Speaking of which, Mr. Yang, can you really accept your son recovering in such an 'unnatural' way?

Even if he does wake up in Transia, his situation in the real world will still remain in this bad state.

This shouldn’t be considered a ‘cure’, right? "

"Cure? You are too optimistic."

Uncle Yang, who was sitting in the back row, hugged the box containing the helmet tightly and said in a hoarse voice:

"I have long given up hope of recovery. Now I just hope that Feng can enjoy another part of his life, even in a false world.

As long as he can get out of this situation where life is worse than death, I can do anything he wants."

"Then you must serve the 'Future of Transia' well."

Brother Zhongzhong said meaningfully:

"Alpha Company won't want anything from you, they ahem, we just need to complete this test as planned, that's all."

"But I don't understand."

Beef Bowl raised his head and asked doubtfully:

"What are you trying to do by spending so much manpower and material resources to create such a realistic virtual reality? Is it for money?

Not like it!

I have collected information on the forum and studied your company's strategies. You are not trying to make money at all.

Otherwise, just by selling this supporting technology, even if you just sell a little bit of it, you can build a business empire that can influence the world structure overnight. "

"Do you want to hear the real answer?"

Brother Zhongzhong swung the steering wheel and looked at Yang Qishan in the rear seat through the rearview mirror. After noticing the change in the other person's expression, he showed a smile and said softly:

"The real answer is that I don't know. Don't look at me with that look, Lao Yang. I'm just the local person in charge of the 'Operation and Maintenance Group'.

I'm not a member of the development team, so I don't know what the higher-level decision-making group is planning to do, but what is certain is that at this stage, we have little interest in interfering with the real world.

By the way, having said that, I have to ask you a question on behalf of the development team members. Please answer it truthfully. "

"Well, you ask."

“Do you think Transia, I mean, in terms of your gaming experience, do you think the world you’re in is realistic enough?

What else needs improvement? "

"Well, would you try to change the general environment of the real world because of some grumbles and complaints about reality?"

"No, I wouldn't, and neither would anyone with any sense."

"Well, that's my answer. I won't try to turn the whole world around and make it run in the most perfect way I imagined just because of a little flaw."

"But that's false! You know, Transia is just a programmed world, and you just need a 'logout' button to get out of there."

"It's real! If Feng can start his life over there, then my wife and I will do our best to ensure its existence.

We will protect our children at all costs.

In my eyes it is real!

It has to be true too! "

——

Yang Qingfeng vaguely sensed a beam of light lighting up in front of his eyes.

This feeling is difficult to describe, after all, his entire state is also in a rather indescribable situation. The poor young man's last memory still remains in the scene when a fierce wave swept him from the deck into the sea.

He could vaguely remember seeing his desperate mother crying and trying to jump down and catch him in the water.

His memory since then has been a mess, as if all his wisdom has left him, and he can no longer understand what happened to the world and himself.

It's like an eternal silence infinitely close to death.

However, a light came on.

All the confusion and chaos seemed to be dispersed right in front of his eyes, and his confused soul took the initiative to follow the beam of light out of the waves and ocean that troubled him.

He seemed to have walked into the light, and seemed to be walking in the sea of ​​reflected stars.

He raised his head and could see the stars lighting up the dark nebula, but before he could take a closer look, an attraction from below dragged him around and was roughly poured into a pair of newly formed In the body.

But he didn't wake up immediately.

His situation is unique.

Other players had completed the registration before entering the game. The game ID was fixed and the identity information was complete, but Afeng was different. He had not filled out the test application, so he could only ask him to fill it in before waking up.

Just like a database can only grant permissions after entering information.

"Game ID? What the hell is this? What am I dreaming about?"

Afeng looked blankly at the forms that appeared in front of him, and he quickly realized that he had to fill them out before he could proceed to the next step.

My mind is still a little hazy, so I can fill it in based on the first thought that comes to my mind.

Since it is related to games, then it should be related to games.

So ten seconds later, the guy with the ID name "Pants-Removal Demon" really opened his eyes in the midnight secret room. What came into view was an incredibly beautiful, strangely pale eye with blood-colored pupils.

"Hello, my warrior."

Murphy looked at the confused soul in front of him. He grinned a subtle and gentle smile, stretched out his hand towards the wide-eyed young man in front of him, and said softly:

"Welcome to Transia."

"ah?"

Afeng's first reaction was to widen his eyes.

Holy shit!

I have traveled through time and this is?

So after I was sucked into the sea, my account was "cancelled" in the real world and I opened a new account in another world?

Damn it!

So are those ghost stories about reincarnation in other worlds in urban legends actually true?

But the guy in front of me looks strange, so is this a legendary vampire? Also, can anyone explain to me what's going on?

With such doubts, Afeng reached out and held Murphy's cold hand, and then moved his rusty body and climbed up with difficulty.

He looked around before he could take a serious look when he heard an exclamation.

"Son!"

When Fireworks Beef Bowl saw A Feng stand up, he burst into tears and hugged his son.

However, the player's body is protected by psychic energy and cannot be directly contacted at the special initial save point of the midnight chamber. Therefore, Uncle Yang could only hit the "air wall" with his head. It was very funny that he almost fell down and was caught by the quick eyesight and quick hands of the cat brother next to him. helped him up.

"Dad? And Brother Mu? Why are you here too?"

Ah Feng was shocked at this moment.

Still not understanding the situation, he screamed:

"You! You have also traveled through time? Damn it, the whole family is reincarnated into a different world? Is this okay?"