July 5th, Japan, late at night.

"I'm starting!"

Koji Ikeda held the sushi made by Kyoko Fukada and ate it with gusto.

The rice balls are wrapped in seaweed and filled with fish fillets, diced ham, shiitake mushrooms and spicy cabbage. They are carefully made and the proportions of each part are just right. The texture and taste are far from what you can find in convenience stores.

There is a difference between using your heart and not paying attention to everything, and the same principle applies in Canaan.

"How does it taste?"

"Hmm, um, delicious!"

"Really? Thank you."

"Miss Kyoko's cooking skills are very good."

"I worked in a sushi restaurant and learned from a very good person."

"Uh-huh."

After finishing a piece of sushi, Ikeda took a sip of water and said, "This is much more delicious than the food in the game."

"Haha, you can't stand it anymore, right?"

"I can still bear it. I heard that it will be better in the future, and the recipes also have high-grade ones." Ikeda stuffed the last sushi into his mouth, "Someone sold green-grade food, but it was too expensive and I couldn't afford it."

Japan is already very hot in July. There is only a small skylight for ventilation in the narrow semi-basement. There is still a human-shaped sweat mark on the tatami, covered with messy quilts. A man and a woman are sitting in such a simple basement.

With the dim lights, there is indeed a different kind of warmth in the humble room.

"Are you full?"

"Hey, it's delicious."

"Then let's get started?"

Kyoko Fukada moved a low table, spread a map on it, picked up a pencil and drew on the map, marking the location of the two of them.

"Your mission is to find out the situation of this girls' high school as soon as possible."

"Bauhinia Girls' High School?"

"It's an aristocratic school. It should have comrades who have the same goals as us."

"Hi!"

"Be safe... By the way, how much gaming time do you have every day?"

Hearing this, Koji Ikeda rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment, "Well... maybe..."

"Try to keep your gaming time within 8 hours a day. The organization says it's best for newcomers not to exceed this time, as it's not good for your health."

"I see."

"Have you felt any changes in your body recently?"

"I feel better and sleep better... Ah, also, my eyesight has improved a lot and my glasses need to be replaced."

"It's all thanks to Canaan, isn't it?"

"Long live Canaan!"

The two looked at each other and smiled.

"Let's take Bauhinia Girls' High School. You can find a way to sneak in and use the false identity I provided you last time." As she said that, Fukada Kyoko took out a stack of Japanese yen from her small bag. "This is your fund."

"No need, Miss Kyoko, I..."

"You deserve this. Have you forgotten the copper coins you handed over?"

"But……"

"No but, you have no way to cash out, the money is yours to begin with."

"...Okay, thank you, I understand."

"Be sure to keep your confidentiality confidential. Don't reveal your identity even in the game. Don't try to contact Japanese players. Be wary of fishing traps..."

Ikeda really wants to ask Kyoko if she is a player, what is the game ID in that novice village, is the organization behind it supported by China, and what is their purpose?

What is special about this Bauhinia Girls’ High School, why is it necessary to develop offline in this high school, will it provide gaming helmets to offline in the future, etc.

There were too many questions that I wanted to ask, and I was really afraid that the answers I would get would be unacceptable, so I didn't ask any questions until Kyoko left.

"...Private possession of Canaan helmets is tantamount to treason. The Metropolitan Police Department has cooperated with the Ministry of Security to increase the investigation of Kyoto, and has now completed the collection of related equipment."

On TV, a team of special police officers smashed open the security doors of each household and rushed in. A woman's scream, children's cries and scuffles were heard outside the shaking camera. After a while, a man was escorted out.

The SWAT officer in the back is holding a gaming helmet.

The screen jumps to a square, where hundreds of gaming helmets are stacked together. The police pour gasoline on them. Outside the blockade, the crowd holds various support banners and slogans and cheers.

Ikeda sighed and changed the channel.

"...The Security Council rejected the Canaan proposal, and the Japanese representative to the UN General Assembly deeply regretted this... He pointed out that the world is facing huge risks from 'unknown sources', and all human beings are being assimilated into consciousness and spiritually brainwashed. In view of Canaan

There is so much mystery behind the game that the international community has reason to worry and call for..."

"...The White House spokesperson said yesterday that the security situation in North America is not optimistic. So far, there are still a large number of dangerous equipment left outside, especially through the Internet. The paths for online pre-orders and lottery cannot be completely blocked, and international mail has become a means of transmission.

The main way... The sanctions against Canaan Company have not seen any effect so far. There are more than 100 countries and regions around the world that ignore the huge risks hidden behind the Canaan game and reach cooperation and cooperation intentions with Canaan Company...

"

Ikeda was upset, so he turned off the TV, put on a pair of slippers, and walked outside through the narrow stairs.

A very shabby hotel, with a 24-hour Internet cafe upstairs. Under the quiet street lights, a drunkard in a suit and leather shoes knocked on the rolling shutter door of a convenience store. Near the trash can, several wild cats were disturbed.

Hikari's cat eyes stared at the drunkard, and they meowed in unison, reminding Ikeda of the monsters in the game.

The footsteps of high-heeled shoes approached. Ikeda turned around and saw that it was a staggering urban beauty. She was also drunk. She was staggering into the hotel with a lady's bag in one hand and a convenience bag in the other.

I mumbled a few words to Obasan at the counter, took the key card and went upstairs.

"Hey kid, come here!"

The drunkard sat slumped at the rolling shutter door and waved to Ikeda.

"Come here and help!"

Ikeda suddenly felt that he was back in the game scene. The logo of LV3 appeared on the head of the drunkard, the wild cat LV1, and the stray dog ​​LV2 suddenly appeared. The place where the street lights could not reach became dark, and the player interface appeared in the field of vision.

A swarm of mosquitoes flew in, buzzing, and the air fluctuations caused by the flapping of their wings were clearly visible.

He shook his head violently to dispel the strange feeling. After returning, he took out the game helmet, put it on the pillow with a complicated mood, and closed his eyes.

The next morning, he walked into the gate of Bauhinia Girls' High School with a job advertisement.

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Philip has many more neighbors.

When I woke up today, the cage opposite was occupied. A Caucasian woman in her twenties with a good figure was lying on the glass wall and yelling. A white coat came and a stun gun was used to make her calm down.

What a shame...

I remember that in the beginning, there were only a few residents in these cages, but now there are more. Although the sound insulation effect is good and you can hardly hear the sound outside the cage, there are always a few grumpy guys who let others watch the show for free, which can be regarded as a game.

A rare piece of entertainment.

Lying on the bed, Philip felt that his whole body was filled with abundant energy. The long hours of games and long hours of sleep made him feel like he had been reborn. He had endless strength and nowhere to vent his energy.

Ideas are far more active than ever, such as...

He covered himself with a quilt to block out the outside world, knelt down under the quilt in a praying posture, and muttered something.

Pray to death...

But still no response.

He was not discouraged, nor was he surprised. He seemed to have an intuition somewhere, and sooner or later, he would get a response, in reality.

There was even a progress bar in his heart. As he continued to pray, the progress bar had moved forward a lot. He believed that when the progress bar reached the end, it would be the day when he would be out of trouble.

Is this delusional?

Maybe!

It’s time for breakfast. The electronic clock on the glass wall shows that today is 6 am on July 6th. The last game time was 17:00 on July 4th to 23:00 on July 5th, which is 10 longer than the previous record.

About hours, the game time is almost a day.

Philip grinned, his smile was weird, and he looked a little nervous.

He was eating breakfast and allowed a group of white coat coats to come in and attach various sensors to him.

"No. 47's brain activity has exceeded the upper limit of the maximum observation data. His brain is in a state of continuous development. Intelligence tests, dynamic observation and memory are simply the difference between orangutans and humans. It cannot continue. It is recommended to limit his

Play time.”

"Where are the various data of the body?"
To be continued...