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As long as they knew the original intent of “Little Red Riding Hood,” along with the hypnotic role of the “cabin”, it could be said that this game had already pointed out the direction on how they should pass the customs from the very beginning.
——They needed to overcome the temptation to reproduce and escape from the chamber of dreams.
The sooner, the better.
Nan Zhou didn’t think this level would have any problems for him.
Ultimately, he had no interest in such things as courtship and mating.
In the town he lived in, no one ever engaged in reproductive activities.
Even his sister suddenly appeared in a certain room of the house one day.
At the age of fourteen, Nan Zhou was exposed to his first book related to male physiology.
It was an anatomy book, detailing a cross-sectional view of the male genitalia.
He treated this book no differently than any other anatomy book.
… He even copied a diagram—which was placed on the bedside—to observe at any time.
Because at that time, Nan Zhou was extremely eager to understand his own body.
He enjoyed diving in the ocean of knowledge, without empathy.
“Reproductive impulses” and other related terms, he recited them yet he couldn’t comprehend them.
They were callous, frigid, lifeless words that remained on the page. How could anyone get hot, sultry, or heated for it?
It was puzzling.
Nan Zhou also had his own experience during puberty.
However, Nan Zhou treated it as having normal physiological reactions similar to “bleeding when injured”.
He carefully documented his experience in a rather rigorous scientific manner.
The title on the cover was “Nan Zhou’s Physique: Observational Journal”.
“After the start of an episode, there was a significant increase in the original value, extending to 16cm.”
“Sometimes, it would extend to 16.35cm. It can be maintained with progress.”
“The episode was accompanied by distension and heat discomfort, but there was no irrepressible urge to assuage it and was entirely manageable within the range of my sanity.”
“It will subside naturally in about fifty minutes.”
“Before and after the change, there was an obvious sense of thirst. I drank a large glass of water, which was around 600ml.”
The data did not lie.
Therefore, Nan Zhou wasn’t all that too worried about the content of his dreams—that were meant to make him lose control and give in to his urges—once he fell asleep.
However, when the wave of exhaustion didn’t stop, Nan Zhou’s originally clearheaded mind gradually fell into a mire of chaos.
——It was difficult to walk as if his feet were bound, and he was gradually sinking.
The air around him was slowly getting warmer.
The first thing to awaken was Nan Zhou’s sense of smell.
Sun-baked hot gravel and an earthy smell came.
Then came vision.
Nan Zhou’s vision cleared. In front of his eyes was a clear golden light slowly permeating.
Followed by the sense of hearing.
Just a few feet away from him, a beautiful sweet melody was flowing, and the golden and red mottled lines projected by the sun on his retina were arranged in front of his eyes into the shape of a pentagram.
Nan Zhou slowly opened his eyes.
He found himself in the container of a dump truck, speeding along a deserted highway at the edge of a town.
A second-hand accordion wasn’t far from where he was sitting.
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The tune of 《Katyusha》 flowing through his fingers was quite in tune with the atmosphere of the wilderness and the yellow sand they were constantly throwing behind them as they moved.
The smell of gasoline and the feeling of turbulence perfectly overlapped with the first scene after Nan Zhou lost his memory.
It made him confused for a moment.
At the moment when his eyes really came into contact with the sun, Nan Zhou only felt that he had a long dream.
All of his memories after entering the truck had turned into vague illusions.
Including Jiang Fang, Li Yinhang, the Shen Jie trio,Yu Tuisi, Chen Sufeng, the reckless Sun Guojing trio, the Bronze Brigade “five-man team”, Xie Xiangyu, all of them were quickly disappeared his mind, sealed away in a hidden corner of his memory palace.
When he first woke up, he felt that he remembered all the details of his dream world perfectly.
But the more conscious he became of his surroundings, the more he had unknowingly forgotten all about those fantasies.
It was as if this was his reality.
Everything that Nan Zhou had experienced was already forgotten, nothing but a frivolous dream that was worth mentioning after a lazy afternoon nap.
Nan Zhou would always be sluggish after waking up.
He sat cross-legged in the shaking dump truck. His eyes turned slowly, so as to process and digest the scene in front of him.
There were three or four people sitting in a row, crowded in a corner of the dump box. Far away from Nan Zhou and the accordionist.
A girl discovered that Nan Zhou was awake. She hurriedly swallowed her saliva and said, “Boss… Boss!”
The sound from the accordion abruptly stopped.
Immediately after, a voice that Nan Zhou thought he was familiar with rang out, “Awake?”
Nan Zhou turned his head and raised his eyes slightly so that he could see the face of the man basked under the golden light of the long afternoon.
That face with a gentle and fascinating smile.
Nan Zhou looked at him for a moment.
——As if it was natural for him to know this person.
So Nan Zhou didn’t even bother to think about who he was, and naturally responded, “… Hmm.”
The accordion player smiled at him, then looked at the four trembling young people before him. With a smile that was encouraging and alluring, “… Hai Ning, do you have something to say to him?”
The young girl who was called “Hai Ning” by the accordion player was brave and said to Nan Zhou in a small voice, “Thank you… for saving us.”
Nan Zhou curiously slightly tilted his head.
He had yet to be fully awakened.
The musician pulled open the glass partition between the cab and the dump box: “… What about you guys?”
Nan Zhou then realized that the cab—which could have accommodated only one driver and one co-driver—was crammed with four big, thick old men in a very ergonomically challenging way.
Nan Zhou, “……”
He didn’t know which one of the four old men said it, but he heard a gruff reply, “Thank you!!!”
The accordion player smiled approvingly and closed the glass partition.
Nan Zhou had excellent ears.
He could hear that the four people—who were huddled in the cab—were secretly talking among themselves behind the partition.
“I still don’t think it’s safe to let him out. He’s not a human being. If we say something wrong or do something wrong and he’s not happy, wouldn’t it be a matter of minutes for us to get killed?”
“Stop talking nonsense. If it weren’t for him, in the last instance, several of us and Xiao Song would have died long ago. Shouldn’t you be grateful that you’re still here and breathing?”
“Then you go out! Go and sit with Xiao Song and the others at the back! Go kiss and cuddle with that Light Demon! Laozi is going to die because of this fucking heat!”
“I am so fucking hot! Laozi is the fucking driver! It’s already a world for automatic driving. It’s only me and the boss who are licensed to drive this kind of manual truck. I’ll go down and ask the Boss to drive for you?”
There was silence in the driver’s seat.
No one dared to make a move.
This made Nan Zhou even more curious about the accordion player in front of him.
The accordionist smiled faintly at him, “Congratulations, Teacher Nan Zhou. From today onward, you are officially one of us.”
Nan Zhou asked, “Where are we going?”
The accordionist’s smile was compulsively beautiful, “Of course, it’s to take you to a fun place and reward you.”
The scene instantly jumped.
They came to a city with brilliant lights and vibrant colors. It was a city that never sleeps.
The scene switched at the same speed as what countless people experienced in their dreams, abrupt and incoherent.
The originally clear and golden skylight was suddenly shrouded by complete darkness.
The stench of fishy smell and hot sandy gravel was still on the tip of one’s nose, but it was quickly dispersed by the scent of alcohol.
But people who were immersed in a dream have difficulties in perceiving this kind of peculiarity.
Nan Zhou stood under the lustrous balls of light, curious about this kaleidoscopic fascinating world.
……
From another standpoint.
Jiang Fang, who also started the game, was standing in a dream with the exact same scene that Nan Zhou was experiencing.
Although they were standing opposite each other, their dreams were entirely independent from one another.
Nan Zhou was dreaming of the unnamed accordion player.
While Jiang Fang was dreaming of Nan Zhou.
A slightly better situation than Nan Zhou since Jiang Fang’s memory was still intact.
He was aware of the causes and consequences of the scene before him.
But Jiang Fang didn’t act differently in this foreign dream. Similar to reality, he still displayed false emotions.
At that time, Jiang Fang carried Nan Zhou in his backpack and walked through all kinds of instances with his teammates.
He tried and waited for an opportunity that would allow Nan Zhou to successfully integrate into the group.
Finally, Jiang Fang‘s long awaited opportunity came.
They entered an instance that wasn’t supposed to exist in [Forces of Temptation].
In addition to [Eternal Day], Jiang Fang brushed through all the instances of [Gravity] before the tragic accident in the game occured.
Therefore, the first time he entered this instance, he immediately noticed something different.
This instance… was a newly developed version.
But [The Forces of Temptation] itself had encountered a fatal accident, and no other new players entered.
So, who was making a new instance again?
Jiang Fang couldn’t think about it in time.
In this brand new instance, the trouble of having too many people in the game was glaringly obvious.
Jiang Fang really couldn’t supervise more than ten teammates.
As a result, they lost two partners in a row.
And at the critical moment, it was Jiang Fang who released Nan Zhou.
And saved the day.
A vicious battle ended, and they narrowly won.
After getting out of that instance, they were once again teleported back to the resting point of [Forces of Temptation].
Faced with this sudden and dramatic change, no one dared to pass judgment.
The panic of losing teammates, the uncertainty for the unknown future, and the uneasiness of adding an unpredictable non-human teammate…
For all these kinds of suppressed emotions, there must be a channel for them to vent out.
So, they traveled to [Paper Gold City].
The most suitable city for spending money and gluttony, indulging in pleasure; the city that never sleeps.
There was a club in [Paper Gold City].
Although there were no other players inside, there were still numerous hot NPCs who liked to sing and dance casually.
Even if its prosperity and liveliness was false, for them this moment was as good as an antidote to poison.
What’s more, Jiang Fang finally fulfilled his promise and released Nan Zhou from his storage.
Jiang Fang clasped his arms and looked at Nan Zhou, sizing up this non-human friend with interest.
Nan Zhou was curiously observing the balls of light.
The lights of the club were illusionary and misty.
The complexity and richness of light and shadow was hitting Nan Zhou’s cheeks, adding some artificial colors to his always quiet eyes.
But such abstract translucent colors were like soap bubbles. Only free-floating in one’s perspective, but would never bring color into his eyes.
The other teammates were quickly influenced by the atmosphere and filed in from the door of the club, walking underground.
Nan Zhou also wanted to follow them in.
Jiang Fang pulled him back, “You plan to go in like this…?”
Nan Zhou’s circumstantial clothing was completely incompatible with such a sassy place.
Nan Zhou looked at Jiang Fang, his gaze pure, “What are the rules?”
Jiang Fang, “Take off your trench coat.”
Nan Zhou did as he was told.
Jiang Fang again put his fingertips on Nan Zhou’s front chest button and gently drew a circle.
He drew a crease out of the front lapel.
Nan Zhou once again understood, “hmm”. Holding the trench coat, he took the initiative to undo the first button of his white shirt.
Jiang Fang’s chin was slightly raised, admiring the enticing collarbone that was gradually revealed before him due to Nan Zhou’s rustling.
For some reason, Jiang Fang ordered, “Unbutton one more.”
……
Meanwhile.
In Nan Zhou’s dream world.
After listening to the accordion player’s words, Nan Zhou didn’t disobey.
He felt that there was no reason to misbehave.
Because he thought it was nothing.
He unbuttoned the second button.
The starched, snow-white collar fell to both sides due to its feather light weight.
Between the ironed white shirt and the outline of his chest, cherried tips were faintly revealed.
The accordion master’s throat felt a bit constrained.
Nan Zhou stood in front of him and stated a fact, “It’s a little cold.”
“Yes.” The accordion master also seemed to realize that something was wrong. “This is indeed not very good.”
Expressing his thoughts, he took the initiative and tried to fasten that button for Nan Zhou.
However, probably because there was an issue in the positioning, the clasp was concealed inside, somewhat troubling the accordionist into fixing it. He needed to move himself in a tricky angle to secure the button to the buttonhole.
Nan Zhou looked at the accordion master’s bony and slender fingers against his skin: “… Do you need me to squat down?”
The accordion master looked at him and smiled, “No need.”
Saying that, he nudged Nan Zhou’s right ankle with his toe.
“Spread it out.”
Under the guidance of the tip of his shoe, Nan Zhou parted his leg and the accordion master was able to smoothly fasten the button.
But he was inexplicably feeling a bit thirsty under the seductive gaze of the accordion master, finding himself parched and having trouble to satiate it.
Nan Zhou would love… something to drink…
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