Trash games kill me [holographic]

It seems to have slept for a long time, and it seems to have a beautiful dream.

In the dream, everyone gathered in the dining hall and ate hot pot on the induction cooker brought by the uncles and aunts.

They were chatting about the studies of their younger brothers and sisters. The brothers and sisters patted their chests one by one to tell the dean not to worry about money. They all worked and could earn money.

The gray-haired Dean Uncle was happy to see his teeth but not his eyes.

The young siblings were running and playing in the small dining hall, holding the candy and biscuits they brought home.

The soft boiled wax gourd is stuffed into the mouth warmly, which makes the throat and stomach warm.

Dean Uncle turned his head cheerfully: "An'an, I heard you found someone? Bring it back and show me."

The brothers and sisters took the opportunity to boo.

An Zhengchu scratched his cheeks with some embarrassment, then raised his finger to the back of his head, smiled shyly and turned his head: "Well, I brought him back. His name is Qin Han—"

The back is bare, and there is no shadow of Qin Han.

He was startled suddenly: "Brother Han?"

As soon as he yelled in surprise, his body lightened suddenly, and his whole body slowly rose into the air like a balloon full of air, the scene in the small dining hall gradually shrunk, and the laughter and noise that filled the small dining hall gradually faded away——

"Don't—Uncle Dean, A Yue, A Cheng, Guo Guo—"

In the small dining hall, the people he was familiar with no longer had the smiling faces just now, and everyone was full of sorrow and sorrow, slowly waving in his direction, opening and closing their mouths, as if they were talking about something.

An Zhengchu understood that they were saying goodbye to him.

"Don't—" At this moment, he realized very clearly that he would never see these familiar faces again, and he would never go back to that familiar era...

The bewilderment, loneliness, helplessness and longing for nearly a month finally crushed him at this moment, and his tears burst out instantly, "Let me go back—I want to go back—"

Heart-piercing cries echoed in the empty darkness.

"I miss you, I miss you so much..."

"I want to go home..."

I couldn't cry.

***

[Beep—please note that patient No. 17249 has regained consciousness. [Please note that Patient 17249 has regained consciousness. 】

The sudden mechanical sound echoed in my ears.

An Zhengchu's sanity slowly returned.The wetness on the temples reminded him of what a beautiful and cruel dream he had just now...

His mind was dizzy and his eyelids were heavy, as if he had been woken up after two days and two nights before he had slept for five hours, but the loud beep let him know where he was.

He struggled to open his eyes.

The slowly turning soft light, the plain and unlit ceiling, and the entire row of monitors on the opposite side are showing the time and space he is in.

Sure enough, it was a hospital, a hospital on star R32 east of the Dawn of Interstellar galaxy.

There were rapid footsteps.

The translucent door slid open soundlessly, and several people in white coats poured in, including the Mr. William he knew.

He froze, trying to sit up with his hands on his hands.

The first two stepped forward and carefully helped him sit up.

"Mr. An, good afternoon." Mr. William, who was following behind him, was relieved to see that he really woke up, and greeted him.

An Zhengchu looked around, and hesitantly replied: "Mr. William, good afternoon, uh, is it already afternoon?"

Mr. William nodded at him with a serious face: "Yes. It has been six hours since we received your game cabin alarm signal."

six hours! ?An Zhengchu opened his eyes wide, and finally woke up completely: "Have I slept for so long?" He didn't go to bed until close to one o'clock in the morning last night. It was indeed a bit late, but sleeping until the next afternoon was a bit exaggerated.

"To be precise, he was in a coma for more than six hours." The white coat on his left hand supported the mask, and the Chinese language translated through the light gray mask had a somewhat mechanical feel.

An Zhengchu looked at them in disbelief, then raised his hand and moved, not very convinced: "What's wrong with me? I don't feel uncomfortable." Except for the heavy feeling when he just woke up, he is completely No discomfort.

No, the game cabin, "Also, how could the alarm system in the game cabin notify you, Mr. William?"

When this matter was mentioned, Mr. William immediately frowned even tighter: "Mr. An, why can't you get through the emergency contact terminal of your game cabin?"

emergency contact?Isn't that Qin Han?An Zhengchu opened his mouth: "Sorry—"

William's expression was serious, "You are underage, and your body is still... in this condition. When you bought the game warehouse, I told you that you must bind an adult's personal terminal. When something happens, you can't get through. , are you just looking for an adult to be discarded—" He suddenly noticed that his attitude was too severe, and he braked sharply.

An Zhengchu hurriedly explained: "No, I'm really tied to a friend's terminal." Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to buy the game room at all. "He just happened to go out in a spaceship these few days. He should be still on the spaceship, and his personal terminal can't receive the signal." At any rate, he gnawed hard at the knowledge for several days, and Qin Han told him before leaving This matter, so he also knows this common sense.

William's expression became more relaxed: "I thought..." He paused, and then began to explain, "If the signal from the alarm system cannot find your emergency contact, it will be sent directly to the police station in this city, and the police station will pass it to you." The system found your previous guardian, which is me, and then I appeared here."

An Zhengchu suddenly realized.

While the two were talking, two white coats walked to the walls on both sides of An Zhengchu, pulled out a control panel, tapped on it, and the other two walked to the light screen opposite the bed. .

"Didi" sounded continuously.

The white coat wearing a mask clicked on the light screen of the personal terminal, and clicked a few times casually: "Report the situation."

It is an interstellar language that An Zhengchu can roughly understand now.

"XXXX activity has almost recovered, close to normal value."

"The XXXX of somatic cells has been reduced, but there is still a little residue. Next time, we can consider increasing the dosage."

"No, there is a relatively large amount of drug left after the inspection. It is conservatively estimated that it will take at least three days to get rid of XXX completely. You can't increase the amount of drug. There is a risk of XXX at home."

……

A lot of technical terms were thrown out, and An Zhengchu was dizzy.

Alright, it looks like his interstellar language hasn't passed yet...

The white coat wearing a mask flipped through the light screen while listening to other people's reports. When he was done, he nodded, tapped on the light screen for a moment, and looked up at An Zhengchu.

"Mr. An."

An Zhengchu hurriedly sat up straight: "Doctor, please speak if you have something to say."

Mr. William also listened intently.

"Presumably you also know your physical condition." The masked face in the white coat couldn't see clearly, "You are a completely natural person, and your genes in your body have not undergone any evolution."

An Zhengchu nodded.He knew this from the first day of his arrival.

"We originally thought that without evolution, your body's lifespan would be slightly shorter, that is, your physique is not as good as that of ordinary people. As long as you don't go out to participate in physical occupations, or compete with ordinary people in martial arts, your daily There is no difference from ordinary people." The white coat looked at him with sympathy in his eyes, "But we were wrong."

An Zhengchu's heart suddenly sank.

"We are not very clear about the situation of natural people, and we don't know whether your situation is a genetic atavism, but you are the first time we have come into contact with a completely natural person. Therefore, we did not expect that the things we eat on weekdays , the nutrient solution used, and even the medicine will cause harm to your body."

"All creatures in the Dawn galaxy, from animals to plants, including edible and inedible, all contain natural elements. Our evolutionary direction has always followed the natural laws of the Dawn galaxy. However, your body has not undergone any evolution , all the ingredients with natural ingredients, as well as the nutrient solution derived from them, are difficult to completely absorb or excrete in your body through natural metabolism. These things remain in your body, like poison, after a long time..."

An Zhengchu's hands moved, remembering that he only needed to eat a few slices of lop-eared animal meat and water celery to feel full, and recalling the chaotic routine of getting sleepier and more tired during this period...

"...your body's rejection of natural hormones is too high. We conservatively estimate that if you maintain your current physical condition, even if you often go to the hospital to remove the residual natural hormones in your body, your lifespan... can last for at most 15 years. If you count the later stage, the accumulation of toxins leads to a sharp drop in cell activity, and this process...may be even faster."

Less than 15 years?An Zhengchu was stunned.Is it less than 15 years...

"However, Mr. An." The white coat waved his hand at William who was about to speak, and continued, "If your finances allow, I suggest you transfer to the central star. The central star has the most advanced gene evolution technology and cell repair Technology, if you can..."

Facing William's helplessness and An Zhengchu's wry smile, he coughed lightly after reacting, and closed his mouth in embarrassment.

Mr. William sighed, and looked at An Zhengchu: "Mr. An..."

Although Mr. William has always been serious, An Zhengchu knows that he actually has a very soft heart.Knowing that he was looking for words to comfort himself, he raised a smile and comforted William in turn: "There are still 15 years left, that's enough." Counting his age before he crossed over, the total is more than 40 years old ,enough.

More importantly, how can others in their 40s compare with him.He has seen people from two eras and two cultures.Based on this, he can brag about going down to the Underworld for 100 years—of course, the premise is that there is a Underworld.

William looked at him hesitantly, and after a while, he sighed again and said no more.

Now that most of the nutrient solution accumulated in his body has been removed, and his body is fine, An Zhengchu who woke up quickly completed the discharge procedures.

Looking at the thousands of Interstellar Coins deducted from his account, An Zhengchu's heart ached.How could he live for 15 years if thousands of interstellar coins were needed to remove the toxins every time?

I'll think about these later, there are more important things in front of me.

Asking Mr. William who sent him out of the hospital to stay, An Zhengchu did not wait to say goodbye, but asked what he was most worried about at the moment: "Mr. William, the alarm signal sent out by my game cabin this morning... After the other party's spaceship landed, what happened to him?" won't you see it?"

William nodded: "Of course."

An Zhengchu hastily asked: "Then is there a way to cancel it?"

William frowned: "Your health is not good——"

That's it!

"No, Mr. William." An Zhengchu waved his hand and interrupted him, "You know my situation. At that time, I just asked a friend to come forward and be an emergency contact for me just to buy a game warehouse. Since I'm fine now, I don't I don’t want my friends to know what happened today.”

William disagreed: "But in case this happens again in the future..."

"After that, the alarm system will be sent to him automatically. It has nothing to do with this time." An Zhengchu explained, "You see, I'm fine, and it's too troublesome to bother others. If it can be cancelled, He doesn't know about today's events, and it won't affect his life, and it won't affect me, will it? Me and this friend..." He paused, and laughed at himself, "Actually, we don't know each other that well. It is necessary to bother him for such a small matter that has been dealt with."

William understood what he meant.He sighed, gestured for him to raise his hand, and began to instruct him on how to withdraw the alarm signal through the personal terminal.

"All unread messages and texts can be withdrawn through this method." Finally, he added.

After withdrawing the alarm signal and confirming that Qin Han would not know about this matter, An Zhengchu was already greatly relieved. After listening to William's words, he hurriedly thanked him.

After bidding farewell to Mr. William, An Zhengchu found the bus station back to the rental house through the personal terminal, took the suspension car, and arrived at his hut in less than 10 minutes.

As soon as the door was closed, An Zhengchu's shoulders instantly collapsed.

Less than 15 years...

Leaning on the door panel in a daze for a long time, An Zhengchu let out a long breath.He slowly changed his shoes, took two steps forward and sat down on the sofa, staring blankly at the door of the game room.

Through the open door, one can clearly see a corner of the brand new game cabin and the nutrient solution pipes on the wall.

Eat, can't eat a few mouthfuls.

They are all one-piece liquid clothes or synthetic clothes, which do not need to be sewn by hand at all, so they are completely useless.

Living... is not expensive, and buying a house can also be considered.

Use, except for physical objects, everything that goes into his mouth is poison to him.

People... Lonely like him, even if he died here, no one would care except the interstellar police station.Qin Han... Does Qin Han only feel emotional in the game?What should I do when I'm offline...

He laughed at himself, leaned his head back on the sofa, raised his arm, and placed it directly above the bridge of his nose, blocking his blank eyes.

15 years...

What a fuck!

He asked himself that he had never done anything harmful to nature, that although he was not enthusiastic about people, he was not indifferent, and he was never stingy when he should lend a helping hand. He was worthy of the society and the country...

Why throw him here?

If he still has enough time in his life, even if he has no one to rely on, no relatives and no reason here, he can still persist, to taste more food, see more scenery, and experience the uniqueness of this era. culture……

However, only less than 15 years...

It was 15 years shrouded in loneliness, emptiness and endless thoughts.

Why is he still struggling?

Why are you still alive?

He couldn't find a reason to persist...

Where the arm was covered, something crystal slipped past and soaked into the extremely water-absorbent sleeve.