Mo Yi suddenly opened his eyes.
His chaotic mind was filled with buzzing white noise, the sound of electric current seemed to be still in his ears, and the sore pain rose from his joints, he was panting violently, his body was dripping with cold sweat, his pupils were slightly dilated, and there was a dazzling scene in front of him. white.
He blinked dully, and the outline of the ceiling gradually became clear in his sight.
Mo Yi struggled to prop up his upper body, and it took him a long time to recognize the environment around him.
—He is lying on the bed in his room at the moment.
A weak warm wind blows from the half-closed window, gently flapping the curtains, making one feel inexplicably hot.
Mo Yi reached out to press his cold and sweaty forehead, his knuckles were stiff and numb, he closed his eyes, and took a slow breath.
Sure enough, he couldn't get used to the dizzying feeling when he woke up from the dungeon, no matter how long it took.
After a long time, he finally put down his palm, and his eyes glanced at the back of his hand inadvertently, and he couldn't help but pause slightly.
On the ring finger of his left hand, the familiar ruby ring shone brightly in the summer sun, like solidified blood, in stark contrast to his pale complexion, the snake ring-shaped ring looked extravagant and gorgeous.
Sure enough, it still followed the real world.
Mo Yi let out a sigh of relief slowly, his feet landed on the ground, his eyes that had regained his clarity turned around in his room—the room was empty, and there was no familiar figure in any corner.
He was stunned for a while, and a clear question slowly emerged in his mind.
What about Wen Chen
Mo Yi frowned, his chest tightened slightly, he stood up from the bed, his palms felt cold for a moment.
He carefully recalled what happened to him before the end of the last copy, making sure that every detail went through his mind without omission, trying to dissect every frame and every second, looking for any possibility that he could Missing details and clues.
Finally, Mo Yi tightened his fingers suddenly.
He remembered.
The moment the familiar electronic sound sounded in his ears, his mind gradually fell into chaos. In the haze, he saw the thick white fog wall in front of him being torn apart by the dark and viscous turbidity like a fragile piece of paper. shattered, the mist that sheltered itself was quickly swallowed, revealing the shadowed appearance of the copy—the whole house seems to have just been transformed, the original gorgeous ancient Baroque architecture intertwined with modern steel and concrete, and the snow-white walls are covered with flowing Under the other half of the wallpaper is a turbulent flow of viscous paint. Different types of materials are stacked on top of each other, sharing a little bit of the sticky black slime in a strange gesture, but But it still couldn't stop the huge torrent rushing towards him—it broke through the walls and the gaps in the walls, violently and violently impacting and tearing the barrier of fog.
The last picture Mo Yi saw before he lost consciousness was Wen Chen's chest blocking himself from the black viscous torrent.
The cold hug wrapped him tightly, blocking all dangers.
Mo Yi lowered his eyes expressionlessly, his pale and bleeding lips were drawn into sharp lines, his heart was in a noisy mess, his fingers tightened slightly, as if he wanted to grasp something subconsciously.
He thought back to what the ring had said.
Such a long time without energy intake in the dungeon, this state of being unable to make ends meet will cause Wen Chen to gradually become weaker, and even make him easily affected by the ring in the last dungeon, and the power consumed by resisting the invasion of the game for a long time , in the head-to-head confrontation with the last moment of the game, Wen Chen was in a very unfavorable position.
It made him think of the worst.
At this moment, Mo Yi's fingers hanging by his side suddenly felt the subtle flow in the air, as if a ray of breeze flowed around his fingers, lingeringly attached to his fingertips Mosuo, such a familiar touch made him feel slightly His eyes widened.
This is…
He subconsciously squeezed his fingers together.
Mo Yi suddenly reacted, reached out to the bedside table and picked up his mobile phone, quickly pressed a few times on the screen with his cold fingertips, and the keyboard popped up on the blank screen.
He took a deep breath and asked slowly:
"How are you doing?"
There was silence on the phone screen, and after a long time, traces of pressing slowly appeared on the keyboard, but the speed was very slow, there was a pause from time to time, and it took a long time to type out a complete sentence:
"Fortunately, it's just that there is not enough energy to materialize."
Mo Yi breathed a sigh of relief.
Before he could speak again, there were light marks on the keyboard on the screen again, on which he typed word by word:
"You are not allowed to go out and find others."
Mo Yi's originally solemn and worried mood was made dumbfounded by Wen Chen's words. He raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, and compromised:
"Okay, I won't go."
There was a soft winding feeling from the fingertips again, along the sensitive inner side of the fingers to the thin wrist bones, covering Mo Yi's palm completely, Mo Yi slightly opened his five fingers, letting the flowing air flow through the gaps between his fingers, The back of his hand brushed, as if his fingers were intertwined with the air.
At this moment, he suddenly remembered something, and asked:
"By the way, the ring in the last dungeon has also come to the real world. Will it have an independent mind or entity like you?"
Mo Yi really didn't want to have another behind-the-scenes in his room that he couldn't get rid of.
The phone screen flickered, and the words appeared: "No."
Mo Yi frowned suspiciously, as if he wanted to ask something, but he saw that the keyboard was still typing:
"I'm different from it."
Mo Yi has heard this sentence from more than one person.
In the beginning, it was Jiang Yuanbai who escaped from the dead. He told Mo Yi that Wen Chen did not belong to those who were swallowed by the game and became the nourishment of the game. I am afraid that Chen does not belong to the ring. He originally existed in the real world and was absorbed into the dungeon boss by the game. Naturally, he cannot establish that kind of interdependent symbiotic relationship with the game, and he does not even have a fixed boss. It's more like a bug that doesn't belong to any part, floating between copies like a ghost.
Mo Yi fell into deep thought, and a line of words reappeared on the keyboard interrupted his train of thought:
"I should be sleeping for a while."
He nodded: "Yes."
There was no trace of being touched on the screen, and it slowly darkened.
Mo Yi let out a sigh of relief slowly, as if the burden that had been pressing on his heart from just now was finally lifted a little bit, he turned around and walked to the bedside, picked up the familiar piece of paper on the bedside table, and took it Turned over.
It is still the familiar plain white paper, without the slightest pattern on it, and it is written in simple bold characters:
"Congratulations on your successful escape, thank you for your participation, and wish you a happy life."
Mo Yi turned the note to the back, and wrote the next holding time on the back of the note:
"The next time the game starts in 12 days, please be prepared."
He was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously calculated in his own heart, and suddenly realized that after 12 days...
It happened to be August 14th.
Mo Yi's expression gradually became solemn. In the illusion of the last copy, before those huge computers were swallowed up, he typed this date on the screen that was gradually losing color at the last moment. This is exactly what he will do next time. The date of entry into the copy, he could not explain by coincidence.
A strange and strange feeling surged in his heart, as if it was the suffocating feeling of thick cloud peaks accumulated by dark clouds above his head. That ominous feeling enveloped Mo Yi's heart, which made him a little flustered for a while.
He took a deep breath slowly, forcing down the vague uneasiness in his heart.
Last time Mo Yi was prevented from entering the item store by the game, so this time there were no other things that did not belong to him in his room—after simply looking around the room, he made sure that he did not miss anything. So he put the note in his hand back to its original position and turned on his phone screen again.
The message he sent to Jiang Yuanrou:
[I'm back, where are you?]
After sending the message, Mo Yi went to take a simple shower. Half an hour later, he changed his clothes and walked out of the bathroom. His fingers were still wet and he was tapping the phone screen, but there was no notification of any new news on it.
Jiang Yuanrou did not reply.
Mo Yi raised his eyebrows a little - this is Jiang Yuanrou's personal account, logically speaking, as long as there is no urgent matter, Jiang Yuanrou will not reply for such a long time, so it is very likely that she is still in The copy didn't come out.
— At least that's the best case scenario.
He thought for a while, and sent a text message to Jiang Yuanbai: [Are you there?]
Not long after it was sent, the phone vibrated twice: [Have you come out of the dungeon? I will go now]
Mo Yi replied: [No, where are you?]
The phone vibrated twice again, and Jiang Yuanbai sent himself a location, which was a villa on the outskirts of the city.
Mo Yi reached out to pick up the key on the cabinet in front of the door, turned around and went out the door.
Not long after, he finally came to the location marked on the location. The beautiful and delicate building looked quiet and elegant in the afterglow of summer. Jiang Yuanbai was already waiting for him at the door of the villa, holding a stick in his mouth. The unlit cigarette stared blankly at the ground not far away.
He looked very different from before.
Mo Yi couldn't help but secretly startled by the changes the game had made to him.
Jiang Yuanbai raised his eyes, and when he saw Mo Yi, his face was so calm that he even had a somewhat numb expression on his face. Finally, there was a little lively look familiar to Mo Yi. He reached out to remove the cigarette dangling from his lips, and smiled slightly. and shouted:
"Brother Mo."
Mo Yi nodded at him and walked over.
Jiang Yuanbai took out a small chip from his pocket and handed it to Mo Yi:
"My sister gave it to me for safekeeping before entering the dungeon. You should be doing it for this, right?"