The senior who sells books enthusiastically promotes his books: "Come and take a look. You won't regret it. I have all kinds of professional books."
Suddenly, Abyss discovered that the senior who was selling books was just a normal person. His head was still on his neck, and the books on the stall were clean and without blood stains.
Abyss rubbed his eyes: "Am I dazzled? Did you just see it?"
"I saw it, but he has become a normal person now."
"It wasn't normal just now, but it's normal now."
"Abyss, you have no problem. We all saw the abnormality just now, so we won't all be dazzled."
The comments sent by the audience made Abyss feel more at ease.
It seems that this is a small scare point set in the game.
In fact, Abyss felt that something was not right about the atmosphere since he entered the school. Under the normal appearance, there must be something more terrifying hidden in this school. Abyss is always worried that there will be some real terror here - a terror that the audience cannot see but that only he can feel. In other words, in this atmosphere, he was worried that he would have mental problems first and see hallucinations.
Fortunately, so far, what he can see, the audience has also seen.
"Why are you selling these books? They should have been phased out."
"Because the actual books in hand will make people calm down and focus on their studies." The senior replied. “Although e-books are convenient, for me they always lack a bit of flavor.”
"So I like to collect some paper books, including these textbooks. Don't worry, these textbooks are the same as the e-book versions you use. I bought them from some areas that are not yet fully networked. "
"It's not online at all, is it?"
"You don't think that people all over the world are like us, with terminals installed in their brains, do you? After all, this new technology has only been around for fifty years. Many old people who are born unable to install terminals or still live in the old era, they Still retain the habit of reading paper books. Although Philip Company has promoted it very well and the Utopia system has been completely popularized, and they have almost achieved it, it also means that those people who cannot adapt to the new era have been completely forgotten."
Abyss was a little surprised that the senior in the game was so real and was still discussing some real-life topics with him.
"Let me see, what books are there?" Abyss squatted down.
Among a pile of textbooks, a book titled "Brain in a Vat" caught his eye.
"This book is very interesting. It tells the story of a man whose torso was seriously injured and whose brain was cut off from his body by scientists and put into a tank containing a nutrient solution to keep the brain alive. The brain's The nerve endings are connected to the computer, and the computer transmits information to the brain according to the program, so that he can maintain the illusion that everything is completely normal. For him, it seems that people, objects, and the sky still exist, and his own movements and body sensations can all be normal. enter.
This brain can also be input or intercepted memories and control emotions. You might even 'feel' him reading a funny and ridiculous book here himself. "
The senior recommended it enthusiastically.
The number of comments from the audience began to increase, and Abyss couldn't help but notice it. He simply opened the comment interface completely and took a look.
"It's just like installing a chip in the brain, the terminal in the brain can also transmit information and virtual images to us."
"The technology described in this book is not unusual. When the terminals in our brain were first developed, we used this method to experiment."
"This was from a long time ago, the kind that imagines the future."
"If your senses were all controlled by a computer, you wouldn't even know if you were alive or dead."
"Even previous life experiences may be false."
"Fortunately, the terminal in the brain will distort the virtual projection a little, and the Utopia Network will also be made into an interface type, always reminding us that we are in a virtual world..."
"How do you know that this is not a deliberate distortion by the terminal in your brain to make you think that you can judge reality and illusion?"
"Hahaha, I can distinguish reality. Everyone thinks too much."
Abyss quickly turned off the comments and stopped reading. If he continued reading, the uneasiness in his heart would continue to grow.
"Well, if you are interested, I will give you this book." The senior said. "The things described in this book are really interesting. The key is, how can you guarantee that you are not a brain in a vat?"
"In other words, if physical sensations can be simulated, how can you guarantee that you are really alive?"
This sentence was deeply imprinted in Abyss's mind. He did not continue to speak and left the stall in a panic as if running for his life.
"I'm just playing a game, there's no need to take it so seriously." Abyss calmed down and came to the student apartment building.
13 apartments.
People come and go here, students come in and out, and various notice boards and pictures are projected in the air. Passing through the corridor, each dormitory door has been decorated with individuality by the students living here. Some are retro-style marble doors, some are like colorful glass windows, and some are just ordinary security doors. Sticking to the couplet...
The decoration on each floor was freely changed by the students, which reminded Abyss of his own school days.
He didn't like the uniform decoration of the school at first, so he and his friends pooled their money together to buy an expensive set of decorations, which were projected in the dormitory.
The door of Room 202 is open and there are people inside.
Abyss walked into the double dormitory.
"Are you my roommate?" The person in the dormitory looked at him.
Abyss took two steps back.
The roommate's face was full of wrinkles like tree bark, his eyes were stitched, and his weed-like hair was stained with dried blood. In the center of the blood stain was a big hole, and his brain turned blue and exposed, attracting flies.
The door behind him was also closed.
Click.
Abyss knew the door was locked.
The entire dormitory turned dark red in an instant and was filled with the smell of blood. Dark red blood clots were solidified on the dirty bed, mixed with green mold, giving off a disgusting smell.
Abyss felt his heartbeat quicken. He looked left and right, trying to find a weapon, but found nothing.
"In this case, if the escape route is blocked, doesn't it mean I have to fight the monsters?"
The roommate gradually approached him, and the flesh and blood on his body fell to the floor like brittle tofu.
Are you going to eat me?
Do you want to fight with bare hands?
Abyss clenched his fists and took a stance.
Come on, it’s not like I’ve never fought monsters in games before, this time it’s just a little more scary.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Abyss came to his senses and found that everything was as usual. Blood-red erosion and mutated roommates no longer exist.
His roommate was looking at him with confusion: "You were sweating just now. Are you sick?"
Just to scare players? Abyss relaxed.
Abyss turned his attention to his roommate.
This is a slightly chubby boy with beads of sweat on his forehead and a small braid on the back of his head. He was looking at Abyss suspiciously. Although he tried his best to act as if nothing had happened, Abyss noticed that the other person seemed nervous as well.
