Moreover, speaking of which, clearly such unhealthy eating habits and sleep patterns, yet the doctor says I’m very healthy, feels like seeing a ghost.
First, he took a shower, and after feeling a bit more refreshed, he changed his clothes, picked up his keys and phone, and only then did Gu Mo leave home, quickly heading out of the complex.
As he arrived at the gate of the complex, he looked across the road at the street opposite, trying hard to eliminate those annoying delusions, pretending he hadn’t seen them, and began to think about what good food he should eat later, when he heard a hearty laugh in his ears.
"Xiao Gu, going out for a late-night snack again? I have to say, you can’t keep doing this every day..."
Gu Mo looked up, unsurprisingly finding it was the security guard uncle, who was sitting in the duty room, revealing a happy face through the window.
"Uncle Ding, you’re on duty tonight..."
Gu Mo forced a smile, greeted him, then couldn’t help but let his gaze wander above the guard uncle’s head—
"Ding Hongxuan (76%)".
Is it because I know Uncle Ding’s name, so in my imagination, it clearly appears?
Not only that, below the ID and health bar, an additional row of options was neatly arranged, clearly glowing lightly.
——"View Information."
——"Add Friend."
——"Send Message."
——"Invite to Party."
——"Trade Request."
...
Okay, seems like I’ve eliminated nothing, there’s no way to pretend I can’t see this.
Gu Mo squinted slightly, looked again, and found the scene in front of him remained clear.
As for the people on the street opposite, their IDs and health bars were also visible, but lacked as many details, perhaps due to distance? He instinctively thought this while feeling his brain grow even more confused.
It seems the world in his eyes and the worldview in his mind are simultaneously collapsing, yet he has no way to correct them, and can only watch helplessly.
"What’s wrong, Xiao Gu, is there something on my head?"
The security guard uncle got a little uneasy from Gu Mo’s gaze, instinctively touched the top of his head, then looked up at the ceiling of the guardroom, where a chandelier was brightly radiating light.
There was clearly nothing, so why was this young man staring at his head?
Feeling a bit bored from the solitary late-night shift, the security guard uncle glanced at the phone on the table in front of him, showing a paused scene of a horror movie, initially meaningless but now evoking a creepy feeling.
"Nothing..."
Gu Mo slowly shook his head, while trying to focus on the first interaction option under the guard uncle’s ID, i.e., "View Information."
In the view only he could see, the air rippled like water and a new interface unfolded, listing simple information, from basic "Identity Information," including "Blood Type," "Height," "Weight," to extended "Personal Interests" entries.
Most were filled with "???" and didn’t reveal details about the guard uncle.
Only a few items resembling game data were clearly displayed—
"Race: Human."
"Life Level: Level 1."
"Profession: Commoners."
"Professional Level: Level 2."
...
It’s over, it’s over.
Staying up late playing games resulted in health issues, causing brain problems.
Gu Mo suddenly looked tense, not realizing the security guard uncle also became nervous seeing his expression.
The guard uncle really began to feel eerie, like his back’s hairs were standing up; was Xiao Gu joking with him? But his expression was so genuine, staring at his head with worry, as if he’d seen a ghost.
"Xiao Gu, what’s wrong, tell Uncle if there’s something..." he laughed, pretending to be calm.
"...Nothing."
Gu Mo shook his head again; such things certainly couldn’t be openly discussed with others, otherwise he’d be considered mentally ill.
However, maybe he could indirectly hint and even probe a bit, to test if it’s him having an issue?
Nothing? Really nothing? The security guard uncle found this to be an evasive answer, it felt like there was clearly something wrong—young people shouldn’t act too young, it was so obvious he couldn’t hide the matter.
"Uncle Ding, have you encountered anything recently... I mean, any discomfort?"
Gu Mo didn’t realize his behavior had been misunderstood by the guard uncle, still deliberating to indirectly probe; he eventually chose concern for the other’s health. Because he saw the guard uncle’s "health bar" showing only 76%, not full.
There was still a part of the maximum limit, shown in yellow...
So Gu Mo speculated, if all this was real, it likely represented the guard uncle’s poor health, after all, a "health bar" in some sense could be seen as a "Health Value," right? Losing a quarter of health clearly didn’t indicate well-being.
Therefore, he asked, hoping to see if the other had been sick recently, thus validating whether he was imagining or truly had some "special ability."
"How would that be! I haven’t encountered anything, Xiao Gu don’t say such things! I’m healthy, what’s that saying, ’fit as a fiddle, with a hearty appetite!’"
There it is! Certainly this was indirect probing, testing if something weird had happened recently! The guard uncle’s mind flashed this thought, he laughed awkwardly, waving his hands, firmly denying such a thing, though his tone was not strong.
He had indeed fallen ill lately, his spirit wasn’t as strong as before, but he refused to admit it now... Even though he felt eerie, rationality was dominant, so he subconsciously resisted the current topic and atmosphere, unwilling to be easily swayed.
"Is that so... Well then, Uncle Ding, you should rest early, don’t stay out too long in this windy night."
Receiving this response, Gu Mo squeezed out a somewhat disappointed smile, indeed all of this was his imagination and hallucination, truly unrealistic.
Just...
Thinking about it, feeling a bit unwilling to accept it, he instinctively continued to look at the interaction option under the guard uncle’s ID.
——"Send Message."
Maybe try it again?