Forces of Temptation

As long as you want to understand the original teaching of "Little Red Riding Hood", combined with the hypnotic function of "The Cabin", it can be said that this game has pointed out the direction for them to pass the level from the very beginning.

—they need to overcome some kind of procreative temptation to get out of the cage of sleep.

The sooner the better.

Nan Zhou didn't feel that this level had any problems for him.

In the final analysis, he has no interest in such things as courtship and mating.

In the small town where he lives, no one has ever had a reproductive activity.

Even his younger sister suddenly appeared in a certain room at home one day.

At the age of 14, Nan Zhou came into contact with the first book related to male physiology.

It was an anatomy book detailing how to dissect a cross-section diagram of the male genitalia.

He treats this book like any other anatomy book.

...I even made a copy of one, and once placed it on the bedside, watching it at any time.

Because at that time Nan Zhou was extremely eager to understand his body.

He swims in the ocean of knowledge to his heart's content, without empathy at all.

He memorized terms such as "reproductive impulse" fluently, but he didn't understand them.

Those are all cold nouns that stay on the pages of the book. Why would someone heat up, scald, and burn them?

it's incomprehensible.

Nanzhou's own primary and secondary sexual characteristics have experienced the moment of maturity.

However, Nan Zhou regarded them as normal physiological reactions similar to "bleeding when injured".

With a rigorous scientific attitude, he carefully recorded this experience.

...The title of the cover is "Nan Zhou's Body Observation Log".

"After the onset of seizures, the original value increased significantly, extending to 16cm."

"One time it was extended to 16.35cm. There is progress, and it can be maintained."

"The attack was accompanied by swelling and discomfort, but there was no unstoppable need, and it was completely controllable within my sanity."

"It fades naturally after about 50 minutes."

"Before and after the change, there was an obvious sense of thirst, and a total of 600ml of water was drunk. A big glass."

Data doesn't lie.

Therefore, Nan Zhou didn't worry about what he would dream about when he fell asleep, causing him to lose control and collapse.

However, when the tiredness sank like a tidal wave, Nan Zhou's originally clear thinking gradually sank into the mud of chaos.

... It is difficult to walk, and gradually sinks.

The surrounding air gradually warmed up.

The first thing to wake up was Nanzhou's sense of smell.

A stench of gravel and soil heated by the sun came over.

...and then vision.

In front of Nanzhou's pitch-black eyes, a golden light slowly penetrated.

Then there is hearing.

Just a short distance away from him, there is a gorgeous and melodious melody flowing, and the golden and red mottled lines that the sun casts on his retina are all arranged in the shape of staves in front of his eyes.

Nan Zhou slowly opened his eyes.

…I was in the bed of a dump truck speeding down a deserted highway on the edge of the city.

A second-hand button accordion stood not far from him.

On the interlaced milky white and pitch black keys, a pair of hands with even joints are jumping vigorously.

The accordion is melodious and clear, like a divine sound.

The proportions of the wrist bones of the playing hands, every bit of curvature slightly folded, as well as the bulging blood vessels and the contours of the muscles and bones, are all beautifully proportioned and astonishingly beautiful.

The tune of "Katyusha" that flowed from his fingers matched the atmosphere of the wilderness yellow sand that they kept throwing behind them.

The smell of gasoline, the feeling of bumps, perfectly overlapped with the first scene after Nan Zhou lost his memory.

This confused him momentarily.

At the moment when his eyes really came into contact with the sunlight, Nan Zhou only felt that he had a long dream.

All memories after entering the bus have become illusory dreams.

The trio of reckless brothers including Jiang Fang, Li Yinhang, Shen Jie, Yu Tuisi, Chen Sufeng, and Sun Guojing, the "Bronze" five-member team, thank you, all quickly disappeared from his memory and were sealed in the palace of thinking hidden corner.

When he first woke up, he felt that he remembered all the details of the dream clearly.

But when he regained consciousness little by little, he had already forgotten the dream completely without knowing it.

As if this is real.

Everything that Nan Zhou experienced and was forgotten by him was nothing more than a small dream that was not worth mentioning after taking a nap in the afternoon sun.

After Nan Zhou woke up, he would always be extra slow.

He sat cross-legged in the dump of the vibrating truck, his black and white eyes rolled slowly, trying to digest the scene in front of him.

There were three or four people, sitting in a row, crowded in the corner of the carriage away from Nan Zhou and the luthier.

A girl noticed that Nan Zhou was awake, she quickly swallowed her saliva, and hurriedly said, "Boss...boss!"

The accordion stopped abruptly.

Immediately afterwards, a voice Nan Zhou thought he should be familiar with sounded: "Are you awake?"

Nan Zhou turned his head and raised his gaze slightly, only to see clearly the face of the person in the golden light of the long afternoon.

There was a gentle and funny smile on that face.

Nan Zhou looked at him without blinking.

...as if I was born to know him.

So Nan Zhou didn't even bother to think about who he was, so he naturally responded, "...um."

The luthier smiled at him, then looked at the four shivering young men in front of him, with a hint of encouragement and temptation in his smile: "... Hai Ning, do you have something to say to him?"

The young girl called "Haining" by the luthier took courage and said to Nan Zhou in a soft voice, "Thank you... for saving us."

Nan Zhou tilted his head curiously.

...he still didn't wake up.

The luthier opened the glass partition between the cab and the dump: "...how about you?"

It was only then that Nanzhou realized that four big and three thick men were crowded in the cab that could only accommodate one driver and one co-pilot in a very ergonomically challenging way.

Nanzhou: "..."

Not knowing which of the four of them it was, he said in a rough voice, "Thank you!!"

The luthier smiled approvingly and closed the glass partition.

Nanzhou has excellent hearing ability.

He could hear the four people crowded in the cab secretly talking about themselves behind the partition.

"I still think it's unreliable to let him out. He's not a human being. If we say something wrong and do something wrong, he'll be unhappy. Isn't it a matter of minutes to kill us?"

"Don't talk about it. If it wasn't for him, in the last dungeon, the rest of us and Xiao Song collectively hiccuped and caught a cold, how could you still be breathing here?"

"Then you go out. Go back and sit with Xiao Song and the others, and hug that Guangmei, I'm going to be fucking hot to death."

"It's so hot. I'm a fucking driver. The outside world is already in the world of automatic driving. The only ones with this kind of manual transmission truck license are me and the boss. I'll go down and change the boss to drive for you?"

There was a sudden silence in the driver's seat.

No one dares to do it again.

This made Nanzhou even more curious about the luthier in front of him.

The luthier smiled at him: "Congratulations, Mr. Nan Zhou, starting today, you officially become a member of us."

Nan Zhou asked, "Where are we going?"

The luthier's smile is charmingly beautiful: "Of course I took you to a fun place, and I reward you."

The scene jumps instantly.

They came to a bright and colorful city that never sleeps.

The speed of scene switching is as abrupt and processless as countless people's dreams.

The originally golden sky light was suddenly replaced by thick darkness.

The hot smell of gravel is still in the nose, but it is quickly dispelled by the drunken smell of alcohol.

But it is difficult for people in a dream to be aware of such anomalies.

Nan Zhou stood under the endlessly rotating star lights, curious about such a wonderful world like a kaleidoscope.

……

At this moment.

Jiang Fang, who also started the game process, was standing in a dream with exactly the same scene as Nan Zhou.

Although they are standing opposite each other, their dreams are also independent of each other.

Nan Zhou was dreaming of the unnamed luthier.

Jiang Fang is dreaming of Nanzhou.

A little better than Nanzhou is that Jiang Fang's memory is still there.

He knew the cause and effect of the scene in front of him.

But Jiang Fang also faked everything in front of him as real, so it didn't get any better.

At that time, Jiang Fang carried Nanzhou in his backpack and walked through various dungeons with his teammates.

He tried and waited for an opportunity for Nanzhou to successfully integrate into the group.

Finally, Jiang Fang encountered a huge change.

…they entered a copy that wasn't supposed to exist in Gravity.

Except for "Eternal Day", Jiang Fang ran through all the copies of "Gravity" before the game happened.

Therefore, the first time he entered the dungeon, he noticed something strange.

... This dungeon is a newly developed version.

But "Gravity" itself had a fatal accident, and no new players entered.

So, who is making new copies?

Jiang Fang didn't have time to think about it.

In this brand new dungeon, the trouble of too many players is reflected.

Jiang Fang really couldn't take care of more than ten teammates.

Therefore, they lost two partners in a row.

At the critical moment, it was Jiang Fang who released the Nan Zhou.

Turn the tide.

At the end of a fierce battle, they narrowly won.

After breaking away from the dungeon, they were sent back to the resting point of "Gravity".

Facing this sudden and dramatic change, no one dared to jump to judgment.

The panic of losing a teammate, the confusion about the unknown future, the uneasiness about adding an incomprehensible non-human teammate...

All kinds of suppressed emotions must have a channel to vent out.

So, they came to "paper gold".

—the city that never sleeps, the most suitable for spending money and indulgence, and indulging in pleasure.

There are bars among the "paper gold".

Although there are no other players in it, in the normal mode, there are still many hot NPCs who like to sing and dance.

Even the false prosperity and excitement is a good antidote for them at this time.

... What's more, Jiang Fang finally fulfilled his promise and released Nan Zhou from his backpack.

Jiang Fang folded his arms and looked at Nan Zhou, sizing up this non-human friend with great interest.

Nan Zhou was observing the light ball curiously.

The lights of the bar are blurry.

The complex and intense light and shadow hit Nan Zhou's cheeks, adding some artificial beauty to his usually calm eyes.

But this kind of light and shadow is like soap bubbles, which can only be suspended on the surface, but never melt into his eyes.

The other teammates were quickly infected by the atmosphere of Night City, filed in from the bar door, and walked underground.

Nan Zhou also wanted to follow.

Jiang Fang stopped him: "Are you going to... go in like this?"

...Nan Zhou's upright attire is completely incompatible with such a sensual place.

Nan Zhou looked at Jiang Fang with pure eyes: "Are there any rules?"

Jiang Fang: "Take off the windbreaker."

Nan Zhou complied.

Jiang Fang put his fingertips on the button on his chest again, and drew a circle lightly.

He drew a wrinkle on the front.

Nanzhou understood again, and with a "hmm", he took the windbreaker and took the initiative to untie the first button of his white shirt.

Jiang Fang raised his chin slightly, admiring the beautiful collarbone gradually revealed with his rustling movements.

For some reason, Jiang Fang said, "Take another one."

……

at the same time.

In Nan Zhou's dream.

After listening to the luthier's words, Nan Zhou did not disobey.

He saw no reason to resist.

Because he thinks it's nothing.

He undid the second button.

The starched and snow-white collar fell to the sides because of its own weight.

Between the straight white shirt, the outline of the bust line and a little pink are faintly revealed.

The luthier's Adam's apple rolled slightly.

Nan Zhou stood in front of him and stated the facts: "It's a bit cold."

"Yes." The luthier seemed to realize that something was wrong, "It's really not good."

As he said that, he took the initiative to fasten the button for Nan Zhou.

However, probably because of the angle problem, the button is a hidden button that fits inside, which is a bit difficult to fasten. It needs a tricky angle from top to bottom to return the button to the buttonhole.

Nan Zhou watched the luthier's slender fingers move against his skin, and he didn't want to raise his hand: "...Do you need me to squat down?"

The luthier glanced at him and said with a smile, "No need."

As he spoke, he touched Nan Zhou's right ankle with his toe.

"Separate."

Under the guidance of the tip of his shoe, Nan Zhou separated his legs and smoothly buttoned the button.

But under the eyes of the luthier who was unable to analyze its composition, he was inexplicably thirsty.

Would love to... drink something.