Hyperreal board game

An Ge didn't wake up until dawn, his eyes were sore and red and swollen, and his body was as heavy as a stone.

This made him not notice the difference at first.

The boy hugged him from behind, sleeping deeply, his breath blowing on his hair and the tips of his ears, all the way to his heart.

Yue Zimo also woke up and moved around, making a confused noise like a little hamster, An Ge's face immediately changed.

He bent his elbow and poked it back, pressing against the boy's vibrant skin, "Get out!"

Yue Zimo: "Huh?"

An Ge simply moved forward by himself, but the hand bent around his waist tightened him as soon as he moved, coquettishly coquettishly: "Brother An, don't you..."

An Ge: "Get out of here, you brat!"

Yue Zimo turned over and pressed him down again, kissed the tip of his ear: "Brother An, I want more~"

An Ge was dragged on for a long time again, and when she could get up, she started to stay in bed again.

Yue Zimo rested his head on his head with one hand and lay beside him, looking at him.

An Ge lay lazily on her stomach, not wanting to move, "What are you looking at?"

Yue Zimo reached out and touched the young man's cheek, touched his slightly trembling eyelashes, "It feels like I haven't seen you for a long time, I miss you."

An Ge: "Your mouth is so sweet, did you steal honey behind my back?"

Yuezi Mo Chunliang smiled: "Brother An knows best what I drank."

An Ge was overwhelmed by the anti-general and was so choked up that he couldn't speak.

Yue Zimo took advantage of the victory and pursued; "It's so sweet."

An Ge turned her head and didn't look at him, only her ears that were flushed like a high fever exposed her inner shyness, and said with a cold face on purpose, "I'm hungry."

"Okay, I'll cook something delicious for you right now." Yue Zimo got up without complaint, "What do you want to eat?"

An Ge: "... Dumplings."

Yue Zimo leaned over and kissed him on the cheek: "What stuff?"

An Ge: "It doesn't matter if it's vegetarian."

Yue Zimo patted his ass, and sighed loudly: "No wonder he looks so good-looking, it's all thanks to eating meat."

An Ge was so angry that he raised his foot and kicked him, Yue Zimo laughed and let him kick him: "Then I'll make dumplings for you, brother An, rest a little longer, I'll call you when it's done."

An Ge was dragged to the wound by the lifting of his foot, his face turned pale from the pain, he tried not to hum, moved his body slowly like an old man, and turned over.

Yue Zimo had already gone out, but suddenly he opened the door and poked his head in: "That... brother, you should wash up quickly..."

An Ge's face changed drastically, and he grabbed the pillow and threw it at his face, Yue Zimo closed the door in time to block the pillow shells.

However, An Ge lay down for 2 minutes, and finally couldn't stand the sticky feeling of sweat all over his body, so he went to take a shower step by step.

After washing, he felt better, but he was embarrassed to really sleep soundly. After drying his hair, he went to help in the kitchen.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he arrived at the kitchen, he saw Yue Zimo take out a large lobster that was longer than his arm and boiled red from a deep pot.

So are you going to make lobster dumplings?

An Ge became interested, and leaned over to help, Yue Zimo quickly twisted off the lobster head: "Okay, then help me scrape the lobster meat into this bowl."

This is simple, An Ge geared up and started to act.

Yue Zimo went to the refrigerator and took out a red fish with big and round eyes and a long and wide body. Then he went to the sink to scrape the fish scales at a very fast hand speed, rinsed it off, then disemboweled it and washed it again. , After drying the water, remove the head and skin with a very beautiful knife, and cut the remaining fish fillets into three pieces.The fish meat is crystal clear and white, with a little light pink, like cherry blossom petals turned into meat, it should look delicious.

An Ge was dumbfounded.

Yue Zimo's knife skills are neat and crisp, done in one go, and look extremely beautiful.

The last time he saw such a handsome knife maker was in Quanjude.

Yue Zimo turned his head and saw An Ge's expression. He immediately looked like a Samoyed who had been performed by his master. If he had a tail, he might be able to use it as a propeller. "Hey, I'm amazing!"

An Ge looked at the spoon in his hand silently, and poked into the back of the lobster to dig out the meat, "Well, the knife is good."

Yue Zimo: "That's right, I'm talented in everything I do, I can't be outstanding... oh, but you are the most talented."

An Ge: "You are awesome, but where did you learn how to drive fast?"

Yue Zimo tilted his head and pondered: "Hey, do I need to learn this?"

An Ge hung the spoon into the lobster shell bang bang, put the fragrant and hot red and white meat into the bowl, and suddenly nodded: "I remember, it looks like the owner, it's really a good pet."

Yuezi said dully, "I'm only Brother Clay's pet."

He probably also remembered Ye Lingyun, his hands were busy, picking out the fishbone, cutting into pieces, throwing the fish into the food processor, turning his head while making the fish paste and asking: "Brother An, those NPCs...are they human?" ah?"

An Ge was stunned, frowned and thought carefully before saying, "Although it looks the same as the reality, as a game... NPPC is not the same species as the player."

Yue Zimo probably didn't expect this answer, so he went to get a few ice packs and put them on and around the cooking machine with a troubled face.

An Ge asked curiously, "What are you doing?"

Yue Zimo then showed off again: "Although the cooking machine saves trouble, it will generate heat during processing, and the heat will destroy the original delicious taste of the fish, so use ice packs to cool down."

An Ge: "...Okay." He didn't understand either, maybe he really would.

Yue Zimo continued to ask when cooling down: "Then, brother, are those NPCs in the game dead or not? There will always be different players entering a module. Are the NPCs they meet the original ones, or are they the ones we met?" Is it the same one?"

An Ge slowly explained to him while thinking:

For example, in an online game, there is an NPC in the image of an old man standing next to the flower bed. You can ask him to exchange some good resources by bartering.

Then, when the character you play meets certain conditions: for example, the level exceeds 60, such as completing the pre-quest, such as picking up the props that trigger the task.

Then find this old man. In addition to providing exchange materials, he will also take the initiative to tell you that his granddaughter was taken away by bullies and he wants your help to rescue it.

Then you took the task, overcame all the obstacles, eliminated monsters, rescued your granddaughter, and brought her home.However, when you first got home, you found that the old man was old, and you waited for your granddaughter to come home with a sigh of relief. Now that she came back, the old man calmed down, said a few words of comfort, and asked you to take care of your granddaughter, and then Passed away.

The granddaughter's family was naturally heartbroken and went to the funeral for the old man.

After this plot, if you go to the same location again, you won’t see the old man anymore, you will only see the granddaughter standing there, taking over the old man’s duties and continuing to provide you with material exchange services.

However, the other players who didn't do the task of saving the granddaughter still saw the old man at this location.

Even if you just create a new character and log in, you will still see the old man standing there.

So, is this NPC dead or alive?

"Hmm..." Yue Zimo was so entangled, "Is there any reward for rescuing my granddaughter?"

An Ge was both angry and funny: "That's not the point...Give it up."

Yue Zimo snorted, blinked his eyes and tried hard to think for two seconds, leaned over aggrieved, and hugged An Ge from behind, "What's the answer?"

An Ge fed a small spoonful of shrimp meat into his mouth, "The answer is that I don't know either."

Yue Zimo was extremely disappointed, silently ate the meat in his mouth, and complained in a low voice: "Such a difficult question... thinking about it makes my brain hurt, Brother An is bullying others."

An Ge: "...I'm just making an analogy. The super-real board game system should be similar. Hastur's Call is the second series of mods we have experienced. If there is a third series of mods in this series, we will try again Entering Qidong City, what you experience should be the follow-up plot. In that module, Ye Lingyun, Zhang Xiaoming, and Wei Ming are all dead. But if other players enter the second module, in their place In that world, Ye Lingyun is still alive and well. Does that make it clear?"

Yue Zimo: "...Parallel world? Rebirth?"

An Ge said honestly: "I don't know either, but they don't look alike."

Yue Zimo: "...All right. At least in other people's world, they are still alive."

His tone became a little more relaxed, so he continued to work, poured the fish paste out of the cooking machine, put a small amount of salt and whipped vigorously, and then began to divide it into small balls and spread them neatly with plastic wrap marble surface on the counter top.

Seeing that his expression relaxed a little, An Ge held back and didn't say much.

Strictly speaking, even if these NPCs are alive... it is not a good thing.

Their fate has long been arranged by the game designer. They will be hurt at a certain moment, fail at a certain moment, and die at a certain moment, without any autonomy.

If NPCs are regarded as human beings, such troubles are unavoidable.

So... he can only think that these are not human beings.

Yue Zimo moved quickly, and made a pot of Italian lobster dumplings and a pot of fish skin dumplings.

The two of them ate hotly.

The lobster dumplings are round, but An Ge complained that this is also a dumpling?Yue Zimo said confidently: "Italian dumplings are also meat wrapped in dough, boiled in water and taken out to eat."

But the taste is really good. The light yellow dough is freshly rolled out of golden wheat flour mixed with eggs, and pressed four or five times with a noodle press to make a translucent dough that is as thin as gauze.

The stuffing is lobster meat mixed with fried prawn yellow, with a little white pepper added, no need for too much seasoning, the sweet and mellow taste of lobster meat itself is enough to play the leading role.

The other fish skin dumpling is even more powerful. The red bigeye fish used is the top-grade golden eyed sea bream.

Yue Zimo deftly rolls the separated fish meatballs into thin dumpling skins, and then wraps them in pork filling, lobster meat filling, and pork cheese filling.

It met An Ge's requirements very much, and even surpassed the goal: it was all meat.

The lobster dumplings have a mellow and sweet taste. When you bite down, the soft and rich taste of shrimp meat mixed with shrimp yellow spreads softly in your mouth.As if slowly sinking into the hot spring, the body and mind are stretched.

The fish skin dumpling is a burst of fresh ocean flavor and umami taste. The fresh taste when you bite into the dumpling skin is perfectly blended with the delicious meat filling.It's as fun as surfing on the beach.

The soup for cooking the dumplings was fish soup made from the heads of golden-eyed sea bream. An Ge ate two large servings of dumplings and drank a big bowl of soup.

Then he gave instructions to ordinary people to see the lost housekeeping robot, let it wash the dishes and clean the kitchen.

On the other hand, he and Yue Zimo had a cup of tea, comfortably nestled on the sofa and watched TV.

Yue Zimo has no class today, and it is rare for him to have no classes or projects, and other things have been adjusted and postponed, because Yue Zimo suggested, "Let's take another day off."

Recently, he has been running around so exhausted that he was almost exhausted, and An Ge gladly obeyed.

The housekeeping robot delivered washed strawberries and red snakes cut into swan shapes. They didn't have to do it themselves at all.