Long before, more than twenty years ago, in the era of second-generation optical brains, neural connection technology could already read the user's memories. Speaking of which… in those days, there were indeed movements in various countries to protect privacy rights and resist neural connection technology.

But later… people still compromised with technology, because technology not only changes the world, but also changes people's lifestyles and ideologies.

This society's suspicion and resistance to new things always exists, but some things will always remain, while others will be eliminated.

The popularity of home telephones, the fleeting pager, the rise and fall of mobile phones, the emergence of smartphones…

Personal computers entering thousands of households, the rise of the Internet, functional software dividing the market, the arrival of the e-commerce era…

Countless examples could be given… people are far more fickle and forgetful than they imagine, so the tide of the times will never stop.

Take the last few years as an example. We have gradually become accustomed to advertising text messages and fraudulent phone calls, to pop-up web game advertisements and various vulgar marketing tactics, and we have also become accustomed to repeatedly filling in personal information on various forms or posting it online…

Therefore, as a young man living in 2055, Feng Bujue believes that what is happening in front of him is completely understandable, and he naturally accepts this setting.

"Okay… memory space," Feng Bujue murmured. "What's so difficult about that? It's not like I'm going to be trapped in my own house, am I?"

He opened the cabinet, took out a large towel, and tried to dry his clothes as much as possible. Although this didn't help the game, at least his tactile senses would be a little more comfortable.

Suddenly, Feng Bujue thought of something. He quickly put down the towel, went to the sink, and took out a medicine cabinet from the small wooden cabinet above the sink.

"Oh… it really is exactly the same as my house." As he spoke, he opened the box. He checked the items inside one by one through the game menu, trying to find an item that could relieve the fractured state.

Unfortunately… there wasn't one.

The medicine cabinet in Jue-ge's house only contained some regular items, such as gauze, red potion, alcohol, tweezers, scissors, and so on. But to treat a fracture, you need a cast, or at the very least, two pieces of wood for immobilization.

After searching through it, Feng Bujue said with considerable displeasure, "So my family's first aid measures are so bad. If I slip in the bathtub and break my arm or leg, I won't be able to handle it myself."

Helpless, he had to pick up the towel again to dry himself. After he was relatively dry, he used a hair dryer for a while, and then wrapped his left knee and lower leg in gauze.

"Okay… let's see what I have…" As Feng Bujue spoke, he put the things in his pockets into his knapsack one by one, and then took them out again. By doing this, the wet items would return to their original dry state.

"A match, a folding knife, a Nokia phone… hmm, it still turns on even after being soaked in water." He couldn't help but complain when he saw the phone screen still lit up, "A small notebook, a ballpoint pen, a lighter, a flashlight with batteries… and the original items in the knapsack."

He put all of these on the ground, while he sat on the edge of the bathtub, lowered his head slightly, supported his right elbow with his left hand, and placed the index and middle fingers of his right hand on his forehead, then slid them down the bridge of his nose.

After performing this habitual thinking action, Feng Bujue had sorted through all the information he knew at this stage. He snapped his fingers and said with a smile, "There's no place like home…" He repeated the first message he found in the testing building, "Is this what it's referring to…?"

"I see, the game has only just begun." Feng Bujue put away all the things spread on the ground and drank a bottle of survival value supplement. Including the amount he had automatically recovered during this period, his survival value had barely returned to 60%.

Then, he stood up and tried to walk a few steps. At this time, the pain in his left leg had basically disappeared. As long as he didn't make any particularly large movements, the remaining slight pain was almost negligible. He could still manage to walk with a limp.

Feng Bujue was particularly sensitive to doors in the game, so he wasn't in a hurry to explore his own bathroom. Instead, he first came to the bathroom door and checked the condition of the door lock.

Naturally, the bathroom door didn't have a lock cylinder or a key. From the outside, there was only a door handle. Inside the bathroom, there was a simple twist lock below the door handle, as well as a bolt lock.

In other words, the door could only be locked from the inside. Someone inside the bathroom would have no problem opening the door.

Feng Bujue reached out and tried to turn the door handle. Unexpectedly, at this moment, a system prompt came from his ear: 【A fierce resentment is entrenched outside the door. Are you sure you want to open the door?】

"Huh?" Feng Bujue said to himself, "Damn… isn't this game afraid of leaving players with psychological trauma? This is my own home."

That being said, he wouldn't have any psychological trauma anyway…

"There wasn't any prompt when I first entered the script, but now I get this when I touch the door handle." Feng Bujue released the door handle and pondered, "Then it's definitely a death flag… opening the door means certain death." He took a few steps back, thinking, "So… undoubtedly, there's some kind of puzzle to solve in the bathroom…"

Thinking of this, he simply went forward and tightened the twist lock on the door and inserted the bolt. Turning around, he focused his attention on the bathroom.

Feng Bujue wasn't a very sloppy person, but of course, he wasn't a neat freak either. His home… let's put it this way, a very "manly" place, somewhere between dirty and messy and clean and tidy, can be described as orderly in the chaos. Anyway, he only needed to recall slightly to remember where each item in each room was placed.

Therefore, his search was extremely efficient.

In about five minutes, Feng Bujue had finished checking the bathroom built according to his memory. Overall, it was almost no different from his bathroom in reality. Everything was in its proper place, such as soap, shampoo, toilet cleaner, comb, aspirin, plunger… all displayed as tools or consumables, and none of them were clue items of the "plot item" type.

However… Feng Bujue still found an anomaly.

Above the bathtub, the pattern on the plastic shower curtain seemed to be somewhat different from what he remembered…