Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 188 The Vanished Account

Zhang Wei strode confidently through the glass door of the internet cafe, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings.

The dim light shone on his face, giving him a slightly arrogant look. He tossed a bright red banknote into his hand and slammed it onto the bar counter with a loud thud.

"Network administrator! Give me the most expensive package here!"

His eyes were sharp as he surveyed his surroundings. The air was thick with the smells of smoke, instant noodles, and the sour odor of sweat, casting a hazy, misty atmosphere over the entire internet cafe.

This internet cafe has a very old-fashioned decor, with brand-new posters covering the walls, but they all feature old game characters that were popular a few years ago.

A young man with dyed blond hair stood behind the bar. His eyes lit up when he saw Zhang Wei being so generous.

"Brother! These are all the latest models, I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

Zhang Wei smirked and glanced at him: "Your decor is pretty shabby, but you dare to brag about your machine specs."

Huang Mao immediately puffed out his chest and patted the counter: "Of course! It's the latest configuration this year, and the renovation was just completed yesterday. You won't find another one like it in the entire Dachang City."

Zhang Wei raised an eyebrow and suddenly asked, "What about the old one?"

"I'll let go of the old..."

Just then, someone walked over to top up their internet cafe account. The person looked strange; pale-faced and with sunken eyes, as if they hadn't slept for days. Zhang Wei's heart skipped a beat, and he thought to himself: Could this be the legendary internet cafe master?

This man spoke in an extremely rigid manner, his tone monotonous and inflexible, as if reciting lines, repeating the recharge instructions stiffly and coldly. After topping up his internet account, he slowly turned around and returned to his seat, his movements unusually strange.

Huang Mao didn't care and smiled at Zhang Wei, saying, "Brother, want to try out our internet cafe's best VIP zone?"

He pointed to a row of gaming chairs neatly arranged in front of him, each with a large, dazzling screen.

Zhang Wei's eyes lit up: "Of course! You need a powerful graphics card to play games!"

Huang Mao immediately took out a network card and handed it over: "Brother, call me anytime if you need anything."

Zhang Wei took it, but felt a little strange. What era are we living in? They're still using internet cards here. Dachang City implemented real-name internet access with ID cards two years ago, yet this place still keeps the old rules.

Without asking any questions, he went straight to the VIP area and chose a seat towards the back. When he turned on the computer, he made a point of glancing inside the case.

"Holy crap! We've been tricked! They're all older models!"

All the accessories inside are old models from five or six years ago, but they are brand new, and some even still have their protective films on.

Zhang Wei cursed inwardly: Where did this boss get such a brand new antique? But his internet addiction got the better of him, so he didn't bother to argue too much.

Press the power button and the screen lights up.

However, what's unusual is that the login interface here is also strange. While most internet cafes have hardware configurations from five or six years ago, the software is updated in real time.

However, the login interface here is exactly the same as it was a few years ago, somewhat like the operating system used in computer classes at school now.

"What a heartless internet cafe! They can't even afford to update their operating system."

I entered the number shown on the network card, and then skillfully entered the password "123". Sure enough, I got in. This was the password for internet cafes before.

He successfully accessed the desktop, but just then, Zhang Wei smelled something burning.

It was very strong; the smell was like burnt plastic and clothing mixed together, along with the fishy smell of charred flesh.

The smell was very oppressive, like it had been lingering in a confined space for a long time, making it hard to breathe.

Zhang Wei glanced at the doorway. The door was wide open and the air was circulating, but the smell just wouldn't go away.

"Network administrator! What's that smell?!"

Zhang Wei couldn't help but shout loudly.

"Brother, you're here." The blond-haired man responded and walked over, his face expressionless, but his tone was very enthusiastic. As he got closer, his scent became even stronger.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

As the blond-haired man approached, an even more foul, burnt smell wafted over, like a completely charred corpse in a crematorium, slowly walking towards Zhang Wei.

Zhang Wei said unhappily, "Has anyone in this internet cafe not washed their feet for days? And they're picking their feet? The smell is unbearable!"

"Really?" The blond-haired man stared at Zhang Wei expressionlessly, then glanced around.

Following his gaze, Zhang Wei discovered that the computers in the regular section were occupied by a group of strange people. Their attire was reminiscent of a few years ago: non-mainstream floral shirts, bangs covering half their eyes, cigarettes dangling from their lips, and the keyboards clattering away as they played games while cursing.

If you look closely, you'll discover an even stranger scene.

These people, like the blond-haired man, had pale faces and appeared devoid of any emotion.

Yellow Hair looked around carefully and said, "Bro, it's probably the smell left over from the internet cafe's renovation. Why don't you get a different computer?"

"Never mind, never mind." Zhang Wei waved his hand; his internet addiction had kicked in, and he couldn't wait any longer.

The blond-haired man nodded stiffly, then slowly turned around and walked back to the bar.

In the game menu, Zhang Wei searched for the game he wanted to play.

"Holy crap, this game still exists? Didn't it shut down two years ago?"

Zhang Wei suddenly saw a game that had gone out of business two years ago due to poor management; he had even played it for a while back then.

However, he doesn't have time for this game right now; he needs to play his account, which is ranked number one on the rich list in the entire region.

"Found it!" Zhang Wei's eyes lit up.

Among a bunch of old online games, Zhang Wei found the game he played and clicked on it.

The progress bar started loading, but the screen still looked old.

Zhang Wei asked in confusion, "What's wrong with this interface? Has the game not been updated?"

The login interface is like a newly launched game, with many options missing.

However, Zhang Wei was always careless. He casually entered his account and password, a move so practiced that he could do it even with his eyes closed.

login successful.

But the next second, he was completely dumbfounded.

"Holy shit! Who the hell hacked my account?! Where's my gun?!"

The character interface shows an initial character standing in the lobby, wearing the initial white clothes and holding the initial broken gun. The rank is: "No rank obtained".

Zhang Wei felt a chill in his heart and immediately opened the warehouse, only to find it completely empty, even cleaner than his face.

There are no skins, no resources, and no weapons that I once spent countless hours and money collecting.

It's a completely new account that was just created.

Zhang Wei's angry roar quickly attracted the attention of those around him, and everyone in their seats turned around.

"Hey bro, got your account hacked?"

A young man with black eyeshadow and bright green hair walked over and slapped Zhang Wei hard on the shoulder.

As soon as the green-haired man spoke, the others in the internet cafe joined in the commotion, and several people gathered around.

(End of this chapter)