The sun is overhead.
Bright sunlight came in from the window beside him, and the whole room was filled with a clear and bright halo. Under the light, fine dust floated slowly, like a quiet sea of light.
Mo Yi blinked slowly.
The sunlight outside the window cast a rosy flush on his eyelids, and the dark spots on the retinas were imprinted by the harsh light, which moved with the rotation of his eyeballs.
This is his room.
Mo Yi frowned in confusion, blinked his sore eyes, a trace of physiological tears appeared in the corners of his eyes, stinging the sensitive lower eyelids.
No, he just clearly...
What are you obviously doing
He straightened up slowly, stood up from the recliner by the window, and looked around the room half blankly and half puzzled.
This familiar yet unfamiliar room.
No matter in terms of layout or style, it seems to be his own apartment, but there are always some small changes that make him very strange and confused, such as two pillows on the bed, or two pillows side by side on the table. coffee mug.
One black and one white, neatly placed on the corner of the table, it looks extraordinarily harmonious.
Mo Yi walked to the table and subconsciously reached out to touch the handle of the cup.
The bottom of the cup made a hoarse friction against the table, and the side of the cup with the small fish painted on it was illuminated by the light.
He frowned slowly, and couldn't help feeling that the scene in front of him was somewhat familiar—
At this moment, there was the sound of door shafts rubbing against each other behind him, and Mo Yi turned around when he heard the sound, only to see a tall man walking in from the outside.
He looked at Mo Yi and smiled: "Are you awake?"
Mo Yi stared at him in a daze, a strange sense of confusion struck him, causing his temples to throb suddenly, and the hot and sore feeling spread from the depths of his brain, making him unable to concentrate.
The other party seemed to have sensed that something was wrong with him, and walked forward with slightly wrinkled brows, pressing warm fingers against his temples gently, a pair of light-colored eyes glowing amber like honey in the sun :
"What? Do you have a headache again?"
Mo Yi stared at him blankly, stretched out his hand to hold the other's finger on his face, and said:
"smell… "
... smell what
He couldn't remember.
The other party looked back at him, and suddenly smiled. He put a superficial stick on Mo Yi's lips, and then stuffed a candy into his mouth as if by magic.
The warm fingertips rubbed against his lips, the hard candy opened his teeth, and stuck to the tongue with gentle force.
The fresh fruit aroma spread instantly.
A strange panic suddenly surged in Mo Yi's heart, and he opened his mouth to stop the other party:
"Wait-"
The severe headache hit again like a mountain roar and a tsunami. In the ears, only the sharp and piercing metal hissing sound could be heard. It was as if a stick was stirring in the brain. He couldn't think, couldn't make a sound, only the pain that almost turned into substance Tormenting every nerve in his body like a blade—
Mo Yi's pupils constricted, as if his body had been fished out of ice water.
The darkness that gradually spread in front of his eyes was imprinted in his eyes.
The thick black substance spread rapidly, encroaching on every ray of light and substance, and the sticky jelly-like substance devoured and distorted every inch of reality he encountered. He heard distant shouts.
Heartbreaking.
But the sharp wind whistling in his ears made him unable to concentrate, as if he was covered with a thick layer of cloth, he couldn't hear clearly.
Mo Yi wanted to turn his head in the direction of the sound, but he found that he couldn't move any of his limbs, he could only open his mouth in vain, as if he was shouting silently, or just panting heavily.
He is falling.
The heavy silence slowly spread across his chest like a black lake, taking away his body temperature and consciousness bit by bit. The submerged silence engulfed the shouts in the distance, as if all light, shadow, sound, and color had been wiped out. generally.
There is no escape.
His limbs were as if stuck in a quagmire, and he heard the gentle temptation of death, inviting him to enter an eternal black and sweet sleep.
Mo Yi's consciousness gradually blurred and drifted away.
He seemed to be floating in a river of darkness converging.
A strange voice seemed to reach his ears through the thick darkness. Mo Yi moved his eyelids with difficulty, and his consciousness seemed to be a little concentrated.
The voice seemed clearer.
Broken and scattered, intermittently passed into his ears: "Wake up..."
Mo Yi moved his fingers.
"..."
The voice suddenly amplified, piercing through all the mist and darkness like an arrow, piercing straight into the eardrum.
Mo Yi used all his strength to open his eyes, and his eyelids were slowly opened up a thin gap with his movements.
He seemed to see some light.
At this moment, a huge force struck, grabbed his arm fiercely, and violently pulled him out of the darkness!
Mo Yi opened his eyes suddenly, his out-of-focus pupils were fixed on a certain point in the distance, panting violently.
A feeling of dizziness came over him, and the reappeared gravity pulled his body down.
There is the sound of howling wind in my ears.
Mo Yi fell headlong into a cold chest.
He was dizzy, his stomach was in a tizzy, and it took him a long time to finally recover slowly.
The long-lost memory seemed to have finally come back, and the senses in his body seemed to have finally awakened. He felt cold, pain, and trembling dully.
It took a while before Mo Yi realized...
It's not that he's trembling.
It was the chest and arms that hugged him trembling.
Mo Yi moved his arm slowly, and raised his hand with difficulty to pat Wen Chen's back. The other party seemed to be stiff, and then slowly relaxed the tight, almost suffocating hug.
He supported Wen Chen's shoulders with his palms, then straightened up vigorously, and turned his head to look behind him.
I saw that the wall was covered with a thick layer of jelly-like substance, slowly undulating like life, and a huge hole was opened in the black viscous substance flowing on it, and then slowly retracted and condensed in the The tentacles in midair filled the void completely.
It quickly became a complete and smooth wall again, completely unable to see the hideous appearance before.
Mo Yi took a deep breath, feeling his vitality slowly pouring into his cold and stiff limbs over time.
He recalled what happened before.
—The sound of footsteps in the room, the black viscous jelly pouring in like a tsunami, and…
That weird, bizarre dream.
Mo Yi blinked slowly, moved his fingers lightly, a burst of burning pain hit his wrist, he looked down at his wrist—
I saw a few bright red finger marks and a deep strangle mark printed on my wrist, which were printed on the pale skin of the wrist like a relief.
The off-white bracelet fell loosely, blocked by the rolled-up sleeves.
The burning pain felt like a needle prick.
Wen Chen should have pulled him out just now by holding his own wrist.
A hand stretched out from the side, and the pale and slender fingers carefully touched the red and swollen part of his wrist, and the slightly cold fingertips were separated from the slightly broken skin.
Wen Chen's deep voice came from beside his ear: "...does it hurt?"
Mo Yi lowered his wrist, shook his head lightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's okay."
He supported the floor with his hands, straightened up slowly, then stood up a little staggeringly, turned to look at Wen Chen:
"Thank you just now, I was too careless."
Wen Chen followed him and stood up, slowly shaking his head:
"It's not your fault, these things can control people's minds."
"These things?" Mo Yi turned his head and looked around at the sticky black substance covering the room, raising his eyebrows slightly:
"So, do you know them...?"
Wen Chen didn't answer.
He looked up at the sticky black glue slowly spreading and wriggling on the ceiling, seemed a little dazed, and seemed a little confused, pursed his lips and said:
"… I do not remember."
Mo Yi was taken aback for a moment, and looked at him thoughtfully, a slight light flashed in his dark eyes: "What do you mean?"
Wen Chen withdrew his gaze from looking at the ceiling, and said:
"I think I should know what it is, but I forgot, and the only thing I can confirm is that these things... came from the game."
Mo Yi frowned slowly, he took a deep look at Wen Chen, and then looked away before he turned his head.
Wen Chen's memory is also incomplete. After all, he didn't even remember his name before, but judging from what he showed before, Wen Chen's memory is definitely not completely lost, but the game's secrecy mechanism does not allow him to say it .
In other words, the part he remembered was too sensitive, so even Wen Chen couldn't resist it.
So when Mo Yi asked about this, Wen Chen always responded with silence.
Although there is no concrete evidence to prove it, Mo Yi thinks... these memories may be related to himself.
However, he didn't know how to prove his inference.
Mo Yi let out a breath slowly, turned to look at Wen Chen, and asked in a low voice:
"What shall we do now?"
Wen Chen looked at the polluted unrecognizable room, then closed his eyes and pondered for a while, as if he was estimating something.
A few seconds later, he seemed to have noticed something, looked up upstairs, and said in a deep voice:
"They're up there."
After finishing speaking, Wen Chen looked at Mo Yi solemnly, then slowly extended his palm to him, and lowered his voice:
"Can you hold my hand?"
Mo Yi raised his eyebrows, stared at Wen Chen's pale palm, and jokingly said, "Are you so worried about me?"
Wen Chen replied solemnly: "No, I'm actually a little scared."
Mo Yi laughed.
He knew that from Wen Chen's attitude, these black sticky jelly-like substances should not be underestimated. He was able to pull himself out of the black matter just now, probably because of the condensed mist he left on his wrist. Mo Yi was actually just making a joke casually, but he didn't expect Wen Chen to be so easy-going.
Mo Yi shrugged helplessly, and said with a smile: "...you won."
After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand to hold Wen Chen's palm.
Mo Yi's body temperature was already low, but Wen Chen's palm felt colder than his, and his slender fingers loosely wrapped around him, like warm jade.
The two walked upstairs side by side.
The originally beautiful circular staircase was also covered by a viscous black substance. The original color of the white marble handle could no longer be seen. There was only a layer of thick black glue stuck between the railings, glowing under the dim light. The greasy sheen dripped slowly, pattering onto the stained carpet.
The wall next to the stairs is also covered with thick mucus, but unlike the downstairs, the black substance on the wall here is slowly undulating as if it can breathe, and the higher it goes up, the greater its movement.
People can't help but have a strange illusion, as if they are walking in the body of some kind of creature, and the surrounding walls are its wriggling stomach pouch, constantly secreting viscous gastric juice.
Mo Yi and Wen Chen quickly reached the second floor.
The situation on the second floor was even worse than they had imagined. Thick black slime made the walls and floors of the corridor airtight, dripping down from the ceiling, and every trace of slime was slowly wriggling and undulating, as if The entire corridor is alive.
Wen Chen stood at the stairs and pondered for a while, then whispered to Mo Yi, "This way."
After finishing speaking, he pulled Mo Yi to walk in a certain direction.
As Mo Yi walked forward, he observed the entire second floor that was beyond recognition without any trace. The walls beside him breathed together, and then stirred outward as if alive.
A pale face appeared without warning on the sticky black wall.
Mo Yi was startled secretly in his heart, he couldn't help but pause slightly, and he stared at the bulging face.
The eyes of the face protruding from the wall were closed, the ordinary facial features were wrinkled in pain, and the mouth was wide open, as if screaming silently.
Mo Yi frowned slowly - he remembered this face, it was the guard standing at the door when he came last time.
This explains why there is no one at the gate of the villa.
He turned his gaze and walked forward with Wen Chen.
The slime covering the entire corridor made a sticky and disgusting creeping sound, and it spread to the ears wetly, making people feel goose bumps all over their bodies.
Mo Yi's eyes fell on the corner of the corridor that was exposed from the mucus, and he vaguely recognized that this was the room where Jiang Yuanbai had been staying. He groped on the wall based on his memory and turned on the wall lamp, but through Thick slime, it shimmers a little better than nothing.
Wen Chen said in a low voice: "We are here."
Mo Yi nodded slowly, only to see Wen Chen stretch out his hand and slowly push open the door whose shape and color could not be seen at all.
The strange smell that was a hundred times stronger than before hit instantly, making Mo Yi hold his breath involuntarily.
The door slid inward slowly, making a faint sound of water in the darkness.
The appearance of the entire room is revealed in front of the eyes. The floor of the room is covered with a thick layer of black substance, which is different from the mucus outside the house. It looks like a hard shell, undulating on the ground like tendons. Then it converges into a high hill towards the very center of the room.
Mo Yi covered his mouth and nose with his hands, his eyes wandered cautiously around the room, and then settled on a corner of the room.
His eyes paused slightly, and the fingers that he held with Wen Chen couldn't help but tighten slightly.
I saw a mobile phone lying quietly in a corner of the room near the door, the screen was black.
That was Jiang Yuanrou's phone.