This endless world

——Zhang Heng felt that his illness was getting worse and worse.

I have clearly finished my work during this period and obtained a rare rest time, and I don’t have to think about anything except updating the novel; I have clearly ended my hard-working life, and it has been a week since I returned home... But, His cold is still the same, and there is no sign of improvement.

No, if I really want to say it, the cold will even become more and more intense, and the dreams Zhang Heng has become more and more strange.

In addition to still dreaming of the man and two women, as well as the four symbols, five elements and eight trigrams, Zhang Heng even dreamed that he sometimes turned into a savage in animal skins, pulling towards the nine burning fireballs burning in the sky. The bowstring was opened; sometimes I dreamed that I became a giant similar to Ultraman, and then I pinched the strange creatures in front of me one by one, one by one... Although it was not a nightmare , but it did affect his sleep quality in recent days.

Therefore, Zhang Heng, who has always been afraid of death, found that the cold was not cured for a long time, and then doubted whether his cold had turned into pneumonia, or that he had suffered from something special, and would have a strange virus named after him in the future. After that, I chose a time to go to the largest hospital for a full-body examination. And today is the day when the inspection report is released...

...

"So, you haven't had much sleep lately, and you've been having nightmares?"

When the doctor in a white coat carefully examined Zhang Heng's physical examination report, the doctor in his fifties and sixties first helped him with glasses as thick as the bottom of a beer bottle, and then his eyes fell on his unusually obvious dark circles. And the messy chicken coop that seemed to have experienced a storm and was significantly greasy, and asked, "Are you very busy with work recently? Or are you under too much psychological pressure?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Heng scratched his head awkwardly and said, "Uh, there should be no... right?"

For Zhang Heng, how to answer this question seems to be not very appropriate. After all, to outsiders, his life seems to be incompatible with the word "pressure". It’s nothing more than updating novels on time every day, and then it’s addicted to the world of games, browsing the web, chatting and blowing water with netizens in small circles, and occasionally browsing the post bars to browse funny pictures and enjoying time...

"Young man, although I know that you young people have strong desires and too much pressure to vent, it is better to pay attention to some things."

Seeing this, the old doctor couldn't help but sigh, and then warned earnestly: "Moderate pleasure and excessive harm to the body, you still have to pay attention to moderation..."

"Ah...ah?"

Zhang Heng nodded in confusion at first, but the more he heard, the more he felt something was wrong. He quickly raised his head and looked at the doctor in front of him in shock and said, "Wait, what does it mean to be careful about moderation?"

"What else can it mean?"

The old doctor raised his eyebrows dissatisfiedly, then slapped his physical examination report on the table. While signaling Zhang Heng to see it himself, he explained: "From the perspective of Western medicine, your kidney function indicators are wrong and your protein content is insufficient. There are problems with all indicators; from the perspective of traditional Chinese medicine, your complexion is dark, your seal hall is blue, which shows that the essence is damaged, and your qi and blood are damaged."

"Caring a cold is a trivial matter. Your biggest problem now is kidney deficiency and kidney deficiency..."

...

Zhang Heng could no longer remember how he left the hospital and how he got home.

Of course, this was not because there was a problem with his memory, or some other reason, but because what happened in the hospital before was too embarrassing, Zhang Heng's head automatically ignored what happened. The family put his body on the warm bed.

According to the doctor's diagnosis and various data from the physical examination report, his health was not seriously injured. The cold that has always troubled him was just the most common type, and there was no sign of developing into pneumonia at all. According to the doctor, you only need to take medicine on time, drink more hot water, eat more fruits and take vitamins, maintain enough sleep, and be able to recover soon. Now the biggest problem with his body is the kidney problem...

"You are so tired of kidney deficiency!!!"

I don’t know how long it took, but Zhang Heng jumped up like a machine that had reacted more than a beat, gritted his teeth and said, “I’m just..."

"yes……"

When Zhang Henggang was about to get furious and refute the doctor's diagnosis, he suddenly saw two boxes of fat people next to his computer case, the takeaway box on the table that had been left with half of the food last night, and the pile of food in the trash cans. Conspicuous white tissue balls...

"Yes" for a long time, Zhang Heng could not deceive his heart, nor could he refute the conclusion drawn by the doctor through the physical examination report, and said to himself dejectedly: "...Okay, maybe it's true recently It's a little overdue."

...To be fair, Zhang Heng's lifestyle is indeed quite unhealthy.

Of course, this cannot be blamed on Zhang Heng - how healthy is a single otaku's lifestyle? Takeout every meal, hiding out at night, not exercising physically, or even not opening windows frequently to ventilate and clean, allowing dust to accumulate bacteria to grow. In this way, it is a strange thing to be healthy.

——Do I really need to go out for a walk or exercise?

Thinking of this, Zhang Heng opened his door hesitantly and subconsciously glanced at the treadmill that had been placing it in the living room for eating dust since he bought it... I remember last time I was exercising on it , was it a week ago or two weeks ago?

——No, it seems that I have never exercised on it since I bought it myself! The foam paper on the thing has not been removed yet!

Zhang Heng, who finally realized this, suddenly became sweating profusely, and for the first time he began to reflect on his life. As a successful, nearly wealth-free online novelist, his life revolves almost entirely around the keyboard and screen. Every day, except for typing, he seemed to be ruthlessly put aside. He ignored health, exercise, and even communication with his family and friends...

“Indeed, there was something wrong with my lifestyle.”

While talking to himself, Zhang Heng walked towards the treadmill that had been eating dust for a long time: "As a normal person, I should live healthier."

"If you want to move forward, you not only need spiritual fulfillment and creative progress, but also need to pay attention to your physical and mental health."

"Get up on time, don't stay up late, eat on time, exercise, drink less drinks, pay attention to moderation, and play less games. These things are not very difficult for me."

“So, it’s time to start changing—”

"Dingling--"

But just as Zhang Heng was talking to himself and preparing to start his regular and healthy life, a harsh alarm clock suddenly came from his phone. When he took out his cell phone from his pocket, he found that it was his daily alarm clock that he had already set. In contrast, there were also his friends' acquaintances and message messages in the QQ group.

"Where did you go? Today I will fight against the Ice Crown City Crush dungeon, and the number on the top will be invincible!"

"Here you come!"

When Zhang Heng heard the word "invincible", his eyes suddenly shone, his waist no longer sore, his legs no longer hurt, and even the cold seemed to be cured, and he threw all his determination just now... ...It's nothing to exercise one day late, that's invincible! The symbol of identity and the European emperor...

"Start work hard tomorrow..."

Speaking such classic lines, Zhang Heng turned around without any pressure, moved backward at full speed, and sat in front of the computer. The young man didn't care about his physical problems at all, so he turned on the computer with a small song. At the same time, he unscrewed a can of coke with a "click" and drank a big sip.

"Cool!"

"This is life!"

The moment he drank Coke, Zhang Heng felt that his consciousness seemed to fly out of the sky, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses... Isn't it just for this sip to live? If you can’t drink Coke, play games, and you can’t do that, what’s the difference between that person and his death?

"Eat, drink, play and have fun, this is the meaning of my life... Hum?"

When Zhang Heng was ready to turn on the computer and was about to start World of Warcraft, the young man suddenly discovered a strange dialog box appeared on his screen.

——Do you understand the meaning of life? Want to be really... alive?

——YES, or, NO.

"Huh? What's going on?"

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

Faced with this extremely familiar dialog box, Zhang Heng first did not forget to fill a large mouthful of fat house happy water. After comfortably burping a carbon dioxide-rich burp, he scratched his head in confusion and murmured. He said to himself: "Is it another joke made by a book friend with me...?"

Zhang Heng is not a low-key person. On the contrary, his desire to express himself is quite strong, and he belongs to the kind of person who must be known to as many people as possible when making achievements. Perhaps it is because of his childhood experience, in a sense, he is a very popular person... and when he was in World of Warcraft, he never concealed his identity as an online novel writer.

On the Internet, he often accepts some things from book friends, such as seeds, seeds, and seeds, which are also the origin of the paper balls in his trash can... Of course, although it is out of good intentions People share, most of these "learning materials" are really good products, but one or two are black cars, or people who are familiar with him, and the kind of invitation box that is similar to the main god space that is sent to him. Malicious applet.

A long time ago, because of randomly receiving seeds sent to him by others, Zhang Heng's computer was also infected with a virus and could not turn on the computer at all. It was a big deal that he needed to format the hard disk. Later, he found a hacker friend to help him get things done, which also allowed him to survive the seeds, learning materials, and related settings and inspiration of the novel.

Since then, Zhang Heng’s computer has not only never been infected with a virus, but the hacker friend also taught him a method, that is, to encounter such a dialog box in the future, just click X...

"I guess it was another silly netizen who made a joke, let me see..."

Zhang Heng muttered, shifting his mouse to the option X in the upper right corner. Although it happened suddenly, he didn't take it seriously after experiencing it for too much. Instead, he operated according to his previous habits: "Wait...no?"

"It's hard to deal with... Could it be that I'm hitting the virus again? But it shouldn't be. My hacker friend is very skilled."

Just as Zhang Heng was thinking about whether to restart directly and try to solve the problem by himself when encountering problems; or choose a straightforward way to call his hacker friend, the call ringtone from his hand suddenly attracted his attention. And the owner of that number is a name he never thought of—

"Yang Ji...?"

At this moment, Zhang Heng was really stunned when he saw the name displayed on the mobile phone screen.

It is hard for Zhang Heng to imagine the reason why Yang Ji called him. Logically speaking, the two had cut off contact after that incident. But they are friends from childhood to adulthood, so it is not an exaggeration to say that they have a life-long friendship. Zhang Heng never was willing to delete the other party’s number and left it in his address book...

"……Hello?"

Although they said that they would not meet until the underworld, they first said that they only talked through the phone and had not met yet. Second, Yang Ji's call was really strange. After thinking about it, Zhang Heng finally decided to answer the call: "Call me, what exactly do you want to do-"

"Haha, Zhang Heng!"

But as soon as he answered the phone, Zhang Heng heard Yang Ji's almost crazy voice coming from the other end. The other party did not have the polite look in his memory at all, but only a crazy cry: "I haven't lost yet...I haven't lost yet!"

"I-ah!!!"

Hearing the electric current sound on the other end, and Yang Ji's extremely miserable shout, Zhang Heng suddenly burst into tears on his back. The young man didn't care about anything else, so he kicked his feet and stood up suddenly: "Yang Ji! It's okay, don't scare me - darn!"

But what Zhang Heng didn't expect was that his feet were so strong that his brain was insufficient blood supply, which made his eyes suddenly dark and he staggered forward half a step. He accidentally stepped on the Coke can he threw at the seat and did not enter the trash can. He suddenly lost his balance and took another step forward.

——And his right hand was pressed on the left button of the mouse in panic.

"Click--"

With the click of the left mouse button, it happened to be on the "YES" button. Zhang Heng suddenly felt a familiar half-dream and half-awake feeling coming, which made him completely lose consciousness.

But the last thing he thought before he lost consciousness was...

It's broken, this time-

——Will I encounter the real one? (End of this chapter)