Chapter 2 Harmonious Neighborhood Relations

""Perfect Life" is a leisure and healing game that can nourish the soul and soothe the body and mind. There are plots that make people smile, and warm daily life. We will focus on hope and happiness, and bring positive to all players. strength……"

Time passed by minute by minute, and at 23:59, the mechanical synthesis sound that came from the depths of my mind stopped abruptly.

"Now, you can choose your own perfect life."

The hard and cold ground stimulated his facial nerves. Han Fei slowly opened his eyes and found himself lying in an unfamiliar room.

The house is about 70 square meters, the furniture is covered with dust, the walls are mottled, and there are some black and red stains.

"My head hurts so much, it feels like a hole has been opened in the back of my head."

The faint musty smell drifted into his nose, and Han Fei could clearly perceive everything around him.

Hearing, sight, smell, touch, this game is not much different from the real world.

Sitting dumbly on the floor of the living room, Han Fei looked at the empty, deserted room.

The architectural layout of the house and the furniture in the house still maintain the style of decades ago. There is dust everywhere, and it seems that no one has lived in it for a long time.

"Is this my home in the game?"

Han Fei rubbed the back of his head and stood up from the ground: "Looking at the game introduction, this is a healing Sims game with an open world and no fixed gameplay. I can work hard to upgrade my characters to improve their attributes, and I can also collect money and squander it for enjoyment. Go talk to a virtual girlfriend and have virtual family and love."

While thinking about what to do next, Han Fei suddenly heard a knock on the door.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Walking to the other side of the living room, Han Fei opened the security door, and the dim yellow light of the voice-activated light entered the room, dispelling the desertedness and loneliness.

"Young man, are you the new resident?"

A kind and kind voice came from outside the door, and in the corridor piled with all kinds of sundries stood a kind-faced, silver-haired grandmother.

"Today is New Year's Day. Grandma made dumplings at home. Let's come and eat together. The festival should be lively."

In a modern city, everyone is very busy, and neighbors may not speak a word for weeks. At least Han Fei has never encountered a situation like inviting neighbors to dinner at his own house during a festival.

"Forget it, I don't want to trouble you." Han Fei has become reticent since he was fired from the company, and he is reluctant to communicate too much with other people.

"My son and daughter-in-law are both working in other places. My little grandson and I are the only two at home. I have cooked a lot of dishes, and if I can't finish them, I will waste them."

Grandma looked at Han Fei as if she was looking at her own child. Every word she said was like the sunshine in the morning, making people feel warm.

"Dumplings have the meaning of more years and reunion, reunion and good fortune. Eating dumplings can get rid of bad luck for a year. It's not easy for you kid to work hard outside alone. Come and eat hot dumplings to warm your stomach."

The old man invited him again and again. In reality, Han Fei would probably find various reasons to prevaricate, but after all, this was in the game, and the old man might just be there to guide him through the plot mission.

Nodding, Han Fei picked up a bunch of keys on the coffee table in the living room, walked out the door, and helped the old man downstairs.

"Grandma, pay attention to your feet and walk slowly."

The corridor in front of you is piled with debris and garbage, the iron railings are rusted, there are many small advertisements on the walls on both sides, and there are many children's graffiti.

This place is very similar to the old community from more than ten years ago. With the rapid development of technology, such a community is extremely rare.

The old man led Han Fei down one floor and stopped at the door of room 1031.

The numbers painted with blood-red paint on the walls were a little blurry. She coughed lightly and opened the door of room 1031.

The strong aroma of meat wafted out of the room, Han Fei swallowed, and looked into the room with his head.

The old man's house didn't turn on the lights, he just lit a few candles on the dining table.

"The fuse is blown, and the repairman may not have come because of the holiday."

"Grandma, why don't I do it for you. I used to replace the insurance at home when it burned out." Han Fei didn't take the old man as a game NPC, and he didn't know why, maybe it was because the other party made him feel like Just like a living person.

"Be careful, the spare fuse is in the drawer." After the old man explained, he entered the kitchen. The meat she stewed seemed to be cooked.

Stepping on the bench, Han Fei replaced the fuse. He turned on the switch, and the warm light illuminated the dark hut.

"Players number 0000, please pay attention! The G-level ordinary task of replacing the fuse has been completed, Meng Shi's friendliness has increased by five, and a harmonious neighborhood relationship is the first step in a perfect life."

A cold mechanical synthesis voice came from the back of Han Fei's mind: "The mission system has been activated, and the novice quest has been updated. Completing the novice quest will help you to understand everything in this world as soon as possible."

Hearing the unfamiliar voice in his mind, an attribute panel appeared in front of Han Fei, but before he could take a closer look, the old man walked out of the kitchen with a pot of fish soup.

"The fish soup that has just been stewed, drink it while it's hot." The old man smiled and put the fish soup on the dining table. She turned around and walked to the bedroom door, unlocking the lock on the bedroom door: "Chen Chen, come out to eat."

After a while, a five- or six-year-old boy walked out of the bedroom. He kept his head down, as if he was throwing a tantrum with the old lady.

"You eat first, I still have a few dishes that I haven't finished yet." The old man opened the refrigerator door and took out half a frozen chicken from the upper floor: "It's been powered off for so long, and it hasn't thawed yet?"

She put the frozen chicken in a small pot and placed it on the dining table.

"Grandma, don't make so many dishes, we can't finish them all."

"It's rare to have guests at home. If you don't cook more, the meat in the refrigerator will go bad." Enthusiastic and kind, the busy figure of the old man in the kitchen reminded Han Fei of his family.

When he was very young, the Chinese New Year was always so lively at home.

The smell of meat drifted into his nose, and the fish soup that had just come out of the pot was steaming. The hazy scent made Han Fei a little dazed. The memory in his mind seemed to overlap with the virtual game.

The dim light illuminated the hut, the sound of pots and pans came from the kitchen, the square box TV was playing advertisements, and the faint smell of fireworks seemed to dispel the indifference of this strange city.

"These simple beauties may be life itself."

There will always be a special dark time in life. If you stop because you are afraid of the future, you will only be trapped in the dark forever.

Han Fei picked up the soup ladle and filled a bowl of fish soup for himself and Chenchen.

The milky white fish soup exudes an attractive fragrance, and Han Fei gently blows the heat against the bowl a few times.

He was about to taste the fish soup when, out of the corner of his eyes, he suddenly saw the child across the table holding the bowl of fish soup above his head.

"What does this child want to do?"

Before Han Fei could react, the child slammed the bowl full of fish soup to the ground!

"I don't eat anything taken out of the coffin!"

Poof!

Hearing the child's words, Han Fei spat out a mouthful of fish soup.

Coffin?

The ceramic bowl was shattered, and the fish soup was flowing everywhere. The old lady heard the sound and ran out of the kitchen: "Chenchen! What are you doing?!"

"Everything you make is taken out of the coffin!" The boy who looked only five or six years old raised his head, and there were bloodshot eyes in his eyes.

"What nonsense are you talking about!" The old lady was worried that the boy would be burned, so she didn't care to untie her apron, and ran to the dining table.

"The head of the building said that only in the coffin will the dead be released!" The boy broke free from the old man's hand, threw the frozen chicken he had just taken out of the refrigerator onto the ground, and ran to the bedroom.

"You come back to me!"

The old man also entered the bedroom, and Han Fei was left with a bowl of fish soup in the living room.

"The bear child is too scary." Han Fei put down the porcelain bowl silently. He found a broom and dustpan behind the door and wanted to help the old man clean up, but when he was about to clean up the frozen chicken on the ground, he suddenly remembered something.

The child said not to eat what was taken out of the coffin, but Han Fei could see clearly that the half-frozen chicken was taken out of the refrigerator by the old man.

Originally, this was nothing, but if combined with what the child said later, the head of the building told the child that only the coffin would release the dead.

Why does this child use the refrigerator as a coffin? Is it because there is a corpse hidden in their refrigerator?

kindness?

Thinking of this, Han Fei was stunned. This doesn't seem to be the development of a healing game!