Chapter 4 What the Hell Is an Emergency Start?

[The glow of the stars has faded, and everything in sight is dim. On this eve of dawn, everything seems so quiet. 】

The gentle, yet somewhat emotionless voice echoed in Feng Xue's ears. He blinked blankly and saw a fishbone diagram connected by different rectangles.

Feng Xue, who was still brushing meat pigeons before going to bed, recognized this composition at a glance. Except for the different color scheme, wasn't this the same meat pigeon that was on the round cart last night?

However, the details don’t seem right?

Focusing his eyes slightly, Feng Xue quickly noticed the difference because he saw the three values ​​at the top of the screen.

Located in the center is a number of 100, but unlike the lighting value and anti-interference index that Feng Xue is familiar with, below this number of 100 are three letters in very fancy fonts——

SAN.

"Fuck, it's not fun to have san!"

Seeing these three letters, Feng Xue suddenly woke up with a start. Then he felt a strong sense of disobedience. He shifted his gaze to the left and right sides of the san value. There were two more values ​​there, although they were both 0. But you can see the differences in details.

The number on the left is preceded by a book icon, while the number on the right is preceded by a circle with geometric lines inside. If the outer ring was not obviously a circle, he would even think it was a spider web.

Feng Xue looked familiar to this pattern, and after thinking for a while, she found a thing called "Dream Catcher" from her memory as a street writer.

"Is it related to dreams?" Feng Xue thought, but her eyes moved down habitually. Sure enough, at the bottom of the screen, she saw a display column with [Collectibles] written on it, but there was nothing behind it.

"New meat pigeon?" Feng Xue wanted to scratch his head, but failed. Then he realized that he seemed to have no body at all!

"I just said that the fourth ending of Snowfield Meat Pigeon hasn't been released yet, so how come there is a new Meat Pigeon all of a sudden... I've been fussing about it for a long time, it's just a dream! In reality, I'm playing with Meat Pigeons, and in my dreams, I'm also dreaming about Meat Pigeons. I think about it every day and every night. If you have a dream, it belongs to..."

Feng Xue suddenly understood everything in front of him. It was not like he had never dreamed of a dream like this. Although it was a bit novel to be able to realize that he was dreaming, in the end, it was just that.

Perhaps it was the rationalization patch unique to Dreamland, or perhaps it was his curiosity as an integrated strategy player. Feng Xue’s attention quickly returned to this picture. Although it was somewhat different from the layout of several existing integrated strategies, The sense of déjà vu can be seen at a glance.

At least it's better than those pirates who are just copycats and don't want to hire good artists.

Well, how to start?

Feng Xue looked at the square at the far left of the fishbone diagram. As soon as the idea came up, a button popped up, but Feng Xue didn't look at the button at all, because under the square, there were four big characters that made Feng Xue's eyes darken——

"'Emergency Operation'? My dear, how can the first option be emergency? My operator hasn't even been selected yet! By the way, where is my operator?"

Feng Xue looked at the lower right corner, but did not see the operator option, only saw a [Go].

Regarding this situation, Feng Xue felt like shit, but being stuck here was not an option. Although there was an exit button in the upper left corner, it seemed a bit wasteful to dream of meat pigeons not playing, and she did not realize the seriousness of the problem at all. Feng Xue, who was sexual in nature, changed her mind and chose to start——

[To live or to die, that is the question. 】

As the thought rose, a line of text flashed before Feng Xue's eyes. Before Feng Xue had time to see it clearly, the rectangular entries in front of her eyes quickly expanded. In the next moment, they turned into a blur. Only four small characters in the center proved that Feng Xue was not syncope.

"'Orphan of the Snowy Night'? Is it the name of the level? It seems to have freezing properties... I hope there won't be any underworld monsters at the start..."

The thought fell and the reading ended at the same time, but what Feng Xue didn't expect was...

"I have a body?"

Almost at this moment, Feng Xue suddenly shuddered, and a strong chill came from all directions. The confusion and rationalization caused by the dream were also broken instantly, and he finally realized that something was wrong.

"Fuck! Did I travel through time? That meat pigeon interface before was actually a travel option? Do you still need this kind of packaging when traveling now?" Feng Xue wanted to struggle, but he found helplessly that he now seemed to have become A baby, facing the howling cold wind, could do nothing but cry.

What's even worse is that he can clearly feel that the thin swaddling clothes are not enough to resist the erosion of the cold wind.

His body was gradually losing temperature, and along with the feeling of his body slowly stiffening, he seemed to be able to hear the footsteps of the God of Death.

"[Flower planting foul language]!" Feng Xue uttered a series of hometown dialects that would never pass the censorship, trying to attract passers-by with her cries, but this did not seem to be a traffic thoroughfare, and the baby's still blurry eyes could not capture any clear words. There was no sound of cars passing by despite the beautiful scenery.

"You won't die just after traveling through time, right? Where's Goldfinger? Goldfinger please save me!"

Feng Xue stopped crying in vain and consuming energy, and kept trying various methods to call the golden finger in his heart, but he did not get any response. But as time passed, he suddenly discovered that in his blurred vision, But it has an extremely clear meat pigeon interface, but in the screen, the san value, which was originally 100, has now dropped to 97.

"What the hell? My cheat code is a pigeon panel? Or am I playing a pigeon game where my life is the game currency?" Feng Xue looked at the interface and kept touching every option with his will, but he didn't get any feedback.

No, there was feedback. He found a dice with twenty sides in the corner, but he clicked it for a long time, and the dice would only spin. He had no idea how this thing could work.

While Feng Xue was thinking frantically, his san value dropped a little bit, but Feng Xue didn't care about it at this time, because he was sure that at this speed, he would be frozen to death before his san value returned to zero.

"It's so cold! What kind of resentful parents are you, you should find a hospital or an orphanage if you want to abandon your baby? At least it's summer! In this winter, what hatred and resentment? Why don't you just throw it into the toilet and drown it?"

Feng Xue was full of complaints, but as his san value slipped again, his body became more and more stiff.

"I heard that frostbite feels like a burn. Well, it seems that it is because the blood vessels expand and the blood flow increases, which leads to a rise in temperature... This is good, at least it won't be too uncomfortable..." Feng Xue, who was already frozen to the point of starting to have wild thoughts, sneezed, but his body seemed to warm up.

"Is it coming?" Feng Xue felt the warmth of death, and couldn't help but feel that his time travel was a bummer, but gradually, he began to find something wrong.

Because...

"This doesn't seem to be frostbite, it's really starting to get warm!"

Feng Xue felt the tips of his fingers gradually recovering from stiffness, and couldn't help but be a little surprised, but at this moment, the original warmth disappeared again.

"No! What happened? The warmth just now was definitely not an illusion!"

Feng Xue, who was shaking with cold, wrapped the thin swaddling clothes tightly, trying to recall everything that happened before, and then thought a little uncertainly:

"It seems that it's because I imagined the feeling of heat all over the body of a person who was frozen to death? So, it's... because of imagination?"