As early as twenty-odd years ago, during the era of the second-generation light brain, neuro-connection technology could already read the user's memories. Speaking of which... in that era, countries did experience movements to protect privacy rights and resist neuro-connection technology.

But later... people still compromised with technology. Because technology can not only change the world, but also change 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 phones, the fleeting existence of pagers, 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...

The examples are too numerous to mention... People are far more fickle and forgetful than they imagine, so the tide of the times will never stop.

Just take the past few years, we have gradually become accustomed to advertising text messages and scam calls, accustomed to pop-up web game advertisements and various vulgar marketing tactics, and also accustomed to filling in personal information in various forms or posting it online again and again...

Therefore, as a young man living in 2055, Feng Bujue believes that the situation before him is completely understandable, and he naturally accepts this setting.

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

He opened the cabinet, took out a large towel, and tried to dry the clothes on his body as much as possible. Although this didn't help the game, at least his physical sensation 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." He said, opening the box. He inspected 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 common supplies, such as gauze, mercurochrome, alcohol, tweezers, scissors, and so on. But to treat a fracture, you needed a cast, or at the very least, two pieces of wood for fixation.

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

Helpless, he had to pick up the towel again and wipe himself off. After his body was relatively dry, he used a hair dryer for a while, and then casually wrapped the knee and lower leg of his left leg with a ball of gauze.

"Okay... let's see what I have..." Feng Bujue said, putting the things in his pockets into his knapsack one by one, and then taking 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 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 things in the knapsack."

He put all these things 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 gently slid them down the bridge of his nose.

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

"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. Counting the amount of automatic recovery he had during this period, his Survival Value barely returned to 60%.

Then, he stood up and tried to take 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 could be almost ignored. He could still manage to walk with a limp.

Feng Bujue was particularly sensitive to doors in games, so he was not in a hurry to explore his own bathroom. Instead, he first came to the bathroom door and looked at the condition of the lock.

Naturally, the bathroom door didn't have a keyhole or a key. From the outside, there was only a doorknob. Inside the bathroom, there was a simple twist lock below the doorknob, and also a bolt lock.

In other words, the door could only be locked from the inside. A person inside the bathroom could not be unable to open the door.

Feng Bujue reached out and tried to turn the doorknob, but at that moment, a system prompt came to his ears: 【A fierce resentment is entrenched outside the door. Are you sure you want to open it?】

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

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

"There were no prompts from the moment I entered the script, but now I touch the doorknob and you hit me with this." Feng Bujue released the doorknob and pondered, "That's 100% an instant-death flag... opening the door means certain death." He took a few steps back, thinking, "So... without a doubt, there's some kind of puzzle to solve in the bathroom..."

With this in mind, he simply stepped forward, tightened the twist lock on the door, and inserted the bolt. Turning back, he focused his attention on the bathroom.

Feng Bujue wasn't a very slovenly person, but of course, he wasn't a germaphobe either. His house... well, let's just say it was a very "manly" place, somewhere between a dirty, messy, and poor environment and a clean and tidy home, you could say there was order 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 inspecting this bathroom constructed according to his memory. Overall, it was almost no different from his bathroom in reality. Everything was in its proper place. Soap, shampoo, toilet cleaner, comb, aspirin, plunger... all were displayed as tools or consumables, and none were clue items of the "plot item" type.

However... Feng Bujue still found an anomaly.

Just above the bathtub, the pattern on the plastic shower curtain seemed to be somewhat different from what he remembered...