The Sleeping Boy

"Waaaaah..."

"Waaaaah..."

Inside the Three-Legged Cat, Qin Yiguan heard sobbing in his ear and through the communicator at the same time.

One is Chen Mudou.

One of them is Jingye Meinan.

The Jingye Meinan, dressed disheveled with half his shoulder exposed, was crying with tears streaming down his face.

He clutched a handkerchief and frantically wiped the lipstick marks from his face and neck.

"Damn it, that perverted old man's lipstick is made of some kind of naturally decaying pigment. It can't be wiped off until a certain time has passed; you can only wait for it to fade slowly."

"That's so damn insane, waaaaah!"

Jingye Meinan looked up at Qin Yiguan, "My boss, my two Chen Mudou and I followed you. Mudou was scolded by the gang leader on the first day, accused of using fake materials, and she became completely withdrawn. As for me, on the second day, I was humiliated by various men."

"Don't you have any conscience at all?"

Doesn't your conscience bother you?

"Meinan, I'm sorry..."

The boy did feel a little guilty and was trying to suppress his laughter. The Jingye Meinan's face was covered in the uncle's lipstick marks, and you couldn't even find his eyes unless you looked closely.

Jingye Meinan bit his lip, tears welling in his eyes. "Hey Boss Qin, our goal is to assassinate Jiao Shensan, the chief of the Research Society, right? Since he's not dead, let's go kill him again! What are you running around doing every day?"

The boy paused for a moment, then said, "Everything I've done is to get closer to Jiao Shensan!"

coordinate.

B6,1212/847.

The third address on the information packet.

This experimental field is located in a slum, where the houses are dilapidated and lifeless.

The young man, Jingye Meinan, arrived at the precise coordinates: a dilapidated house.

A boy of about seventeen or eighteen years old lay on a bed that smelled of decay. The room was almost empty, everything was covered with a thick layer of dust, and in the distance on the ground lay a dead rat.

Qin Yiguan looked at the boy's face.

Despite his young age, his beard had grown wildly, his hair was dirty, messy, and very long, and his toenails and fingernails were as long as 50 centimeters, black and curly.

It can now be concluded that this is the young Jiao Shensan!

Moreover, on the sole of his right foot, a line of text was openly displayed: AE233.

The young man Jiao Shensan, did not die.

Instead, he was wearing a Neural Helmet and was asleep.

Qin Yiguan asked curiously, "He's already inside the Metaverse, yet he's still wearing a helmet? And it seems he hasn't woken up for many years!"

Jingye Meinan curled his lip. "That's normal. It's just Metaverse within Metaverse. It's a game for Half-Humans. Users often simulate worlds they can only dream of, like being a king!"

"Hey-hey."

Jingye Meinan suddenly grinned slyly, his eyes darting around. "Normally, from the outside, we can gain his perspective and see what he's doing in the Metaverse of the Metaverse. Hehe, I also really enjoy spying!"

"Found it."

Jingye Meinan shouted and then pressed the device on the bedside table, which looked like the main unit of a virtual reality headset.

A virtual screen slowly appeared.

"Let's see what shady things this kid is doing in there," said the Jingye Meinan with a lewd grin.

Then, the scene in the picture slowly appeared.

In the center of a clean and tidy room, there is a soft, large bed.

A boy, wearing a helmet, lay in the middle of the large bed... seemingly having not woken up for a long time.

Jingye Meinan was stunned. "What a talent! Entering the Metaverse, and still lying down???"

The boy squinted. "In this second layer of the Metaverse, he's still wearing a helmet. Can we take a look?"

"Can!"

Jingye Meinan operated the virtual panel, and after a moment, another virtual screen lit up.

"Wow, that's amazing! He's still lying down in the third-level Metaverse?"

The boy calmly said, "Continue opening."

15 minutes later.

Jingye Meinan's worldview was shattered. "This is insane! Over 300 Metaverse and he's still lying around? How incredibly lazy is this kid?"

The boy's eyes gleamed, "Lust, Gluttony, Sloth!"

Immediately.

The boy continued, "Keep opening it. If I'm not mistaken, there must be some amazing scientific achievement in some layer of the Metaverse."

Next.

Jingye Meinan's fingers moved like a blur, his APM (actions per minute) was off the charts.

APM – In the old days, e-sports competitions used a technical term that referred to the number of effective mouse clicks per minute.

The boy asked, "How are your fingers so nimble?"

Jingye Meinan grinned lewdly, "Guess?"

The 30,000- Metaverse was opened.

Without exception, the interior scenes all depicted the young Jiao Shensan wearing a helmet, lying motionless on the bed.

finally.

On the 30,001st floor, the scene changed.

Although the young Jiao Shensan was still asleep, there were stacks of materials on the table and bedside table in the room.

Zooming in reveals that they are highly professional mechanical design drawings.

Qin Yiguan's eyes lit up, "Here it is! Deep within the 30,000- Metaverse!"

But then, a strange scene suddenly unfolded.

But what they saw on the screen was the room within the 30,001st layer of the Metaverse of the young Jiao Shensan.

The window was opened from the outside.

It seemed to be nighttime there, with moonlight streaming in.

A dark figure jumped in through the window.

"Um?"

The boy squinted, staring intently at the dark figure.

But that was the 30,001st layer of the Metaverse of the young Jiao Shensan. Although it truly existed, Qin Yiguan could not enter it and could only watch quietly from a third-person perspective.

But then the dark figure pulled a bright, sharp knife from its chest and slowly approached the bed.

finally.

The dim light from the bedside lamp illuminated the face of the shadowy figure.

He is... Jiao Shensan, around 30 years old!