The pale and boundless background began to vibrate violently. Black tentacles protruded from the polluted half of the core suspended in mid-air, resisting and struggling, trying to stop everything that was about to happen. The sharp and piercing high-frequency sound waves were like deep sea The dying screams of creatures fluctuated violently throughout the vast space.
Mo Yi frantically tried to find Wen Chen's figure in the paleness - but he failed.
The thin mist gathered around him as if alive, forming a seemingly soft but indestructible protective cover. The sharp and high-pitched voice was instantly pulled away, and the bright white light like several flash bombs exploded was blocked. Outside the soft fog layer, he was firmly protected in it.
He tried to struggle with his hands and feet, but the muscles and bones of Hun's body seemed to be uncontrollable as if the nerves had been cut off, and he could only swing stiffly in the air.
Mo Yi opened his mouth—like a fish out of water—he seemed to want to say something, but a chaotic airflow blocked deep in his throat, suppressing all voices, leaving only broken and hoarse breaths from It was squeezed out between the lips and teeth, and then was frozen into particles by the icy air the moment it left the lips, falling like broken beads.
Blurred rays of light passed through the thin mist that enveloped him and imprinted on his retinas.
The changing blackness and light blue greedily tear up and devour the pale background like a living thing, the white struggle is weak and futile, and the traces of cracks like spider webs are spreading, as if destroyed by some amazing and terrifying force, Tear, crush, chew, only stop when there is nothing here but digested and decomposed residue and crumbs, which is the superiority of the virus programmed by his hands - brutal and extreme attack Sex, endless aggression, pure and terrifying, elegant and violent.
He wrote one on each of the two timelines, and no one knows better than he the catastrophic consequences this virus can wreak.
This is his signature, his famous work.
Wen Chen will also be crushed and destroyed by this raging virus—Mo Yi prevents himself from thinking in this direction.
But he can't.
He couldn't help building this picture over and over again in his mind until his eye sockets were sore because he hadn't smoked for a long time.
Mo Yi saw the blue symbolizing terror rushing towards him, blocked by the thin and fragile fog layer, barely and tenaciously maintaining the integrity of the protective layer in the hurricane-like violent sweep, he held in his heart There is a glimmer of hope, maybe... just maybe, there is still room for change.
But his reason told him:
impossible.
Mo Yi heard the sound of cracks coming from outside, the enlarged cracks were riddled with holes, and then, the whole world fell apart.
At that moment, the mist shrouded in front of my eyes seemed to have finally completed its final mission, just like the thin and fragile snow layer under the sun, it melted slowly and contentedly.
A cold and hard touch came from his back, and he couldn't open his eyes under the pale and bright light.
Mo Yi recognized that he was lying on the empty ground in the laboratory, surrounded by messy wires and instruments, like a devastated scene after a disaster.
It is no longer the bed in his room, it is no longer the fixed save point, and there are no traces of control in the game.
He found that his limbs seemed to be able to obey the command.
But he didn't want to move a finger.
exhausted. The exhaustion that spread from the depths of the soul captured his perception and senses, as if all the strength had been evacuated from the body, leaving only the deep exhaustion bubbling in the blood vessels, from his mouth, nose, ears and There were tears in his eyes, and he pressed his whole body tightly to the floor with great force.
There seemed to be a huge hole in the heart, and the cold wind was blowing out.
Mo Yi couldn't feel pain or sadness, only cold.
The icy cold that emanated from his limbs almost froze his soul and emotions.
The bony child's blurry face was immersed in the darkness, and he stood barefoot on the dirty and wet ground, tightly clutching the old doll with its belly turned upside down in its black fingers, and the doll's stomach was empty.
Nothing in this world is important.
No.
At this moment, Mo Yi seemed to hear a familiar voice from above his head:
"Hey."
Is it a hallucination...
Mo Yi blinked blankly, and the voice came again: "Isn't it cold to lie on the ground?"
There was a teasing smile in the man's deep voice.
A hand stretched out from above him, pulled Mo Yi up, and straightened him who was a little staggering.
Mo Yi stared incredulously at the pale and handsome face of the man in front of him, his light-colored eyes were filled with tenderness, he raised his finger to rub Mo Yi's cold cheek, and said softly, "How could I bear the heart?" Leaving you?"
The man opened his arms and hugged Mo Yi into his arms.
Mo Yi's left hand hanging by his side trembled, then slowly raised his hand, pressed it on Wen Chen's back, and tightened it silently:
"..."
Immediately afterwards, his right hand grabbed the cup from the side table with lightning speed, and slammed it at his finger with almost self-harm.
The glass shards cut through the fragile and pale skin, dark red blood overflowed from under the chopped skin tissue, dripped and fell on the smooth metal floor, and the splashed fragments left bright spots on Mo Yi's cheeks. Bloodstains, blood red eyes, with a cruelty that is almost happy.
Wen Chen in his arms dissipated like smoke.
Mo Yi bent down expressionlessly, picked up the blood-stained porcelain shards from the ground, then walked to the table, and pressed his left hand on the table.
His right hand was dripping with blood from the fragments, but he still held the sharp fragments tightly, pressed the sharpest end against the root of his left ring finger, and then slowly exerted force.
Blood gushed out from under the gradually cut skin, dyeing the pigeon's blood ruby surrounded by the golden ouroboros into an almost eerie bright color.
The cut was deep enough to see the bone, and Mo Yi's fingers did not tremble, and he continued to apply downward pressure silently and firmly.
"Alright, alright, alright! I'm afraid of you!" A hissing voice sounded in Mo Yi's ears in a panic: "Are you really going to cut off your fingers like this?"
Mo Yi finally stopped, threw the fragments on the table, and made a jingling sound. The blood was winding on the back of his hand like a little red snake, and a drop of blood splashed onto his pale cheeks. Other than that, he was almost the same as usual. There was some madness and uneasiness hidden under the silent and depressed appearance. The sub-factor, with an almost brutal calm and reason, seems almost frightening.
"How on earth did you see it?" There was a bit of disbelief in the hissing voice: "I can feel that this is the moment when you are most emotionally vulnerable, how could you still be able to distinguish between hallucinations and illusions in this situation? reality?"
The voice suddenly sank, with obvious malice: "Or... are you more cold-blooded than you imagined? Even if someone is willing to die for you, you are still indifferent?"
Mo Yi indifferently stretched out his hand to pick up the debris next to him, and pressed it against his wound again—
"Wait, wait, wait!" The voice yelled in surprise: "Speak up if you have something to say! Don't just do it if you disagree!"
Mo Yi spoke for the first time in such a long time, his voice was so hoarse that even he himself felt strange:
"Now that the game is over, the boost effect given to you must have disappeared, so it must be more difficult to exercise your control in areas other than the physical body, and once you leave my body with my fingers, I don't care about your consequences." Need to be reminded, after all, there is no second host besides me under such a deep ground—so I suggest you think carefully before speaking, after all, I don’t want to see a scene where both sides suffer.”
The fragments between the fingers pressed down again, and the subtext was clearly very clear:
— but he wasn't afraid of the worst.
The ring sounded a little aggrieved: "... yes, I don't want to see it either."
Mo Yi ignored his bleeding left hand, raised his right hand, and wiped the wound on his cheek that was slowly oozing blood with the back of his hand. Instead, he wiped away the blood, leaving his pale cheeks like battle makeup.
He asked, "Have you seen everything in the game?"
Ring replied with some reluctance: "Yes."
Mo Yi's voice was a little tense: "Can the deal with you bring him back?"
After experiencing the failure just now, the ring seemed to be broken, and he was not soft-spoken: "Do you mind staying in the illusion for the rest of your life?"
Mo Yi was silent for a while, and then said slowly: "Then you are useless."
The voice of the ring hissed in his mind: "There are not many people like you who can still resist my temptation in the most vulnerable period. Although I feed on the souls of the weak-willed, it does not mean that I don't respect human beings with a strong will, since you can't be seduced at this moment, it may be even more difficult in the future, now that the game is gone, I don't have so much time to spend with you, I am willing to bet and admit defeat."
"So you're leaving?"
"Otherwise, wait until the energy I stole when the game crashes is exhausted, and then you take it into the grave?"
"Since you don't care about leaving, why didn't you just let me cut off your finger?"
Mo Yi's voice was faint, as if he was not talking about his fingers, but some other dead thing.
"Do you want to self-mutilate that much?" Ring sounded a little annoyed: "Forcibly breaking the contract, I will be backlashed. Do you understand the backlash? My energy can't be spent on such insignificant things. I only need your finger What good is it for me? It's not that you want to give me your soul!"
Next, as if worried that Mo Yi would do something dangerous if he didn't agree with each other again, the ring that had been firmly attached to his ring finger suddenly loosened, and then slipped from his finger, but there was no news. The imaginary landing sound—it disappeared in mid-air.
It seems that the energy stolen by the ring in the chaos just now is not small, and even gained its own control.
Mo Yi thought indifferently.
Excessive blood loss made his brain a little dizzy, and the blood that had warmed up under the stress just now became cold again, pulling him down like lead liquid.
He was dazed for a while.
Without the sound of the ring, the air was eerily quiet.
It took a while for Mo Yi to realize that his wound was still bleeding. He struggled to pull out the bandage from the backpack lying at his feet, and then wrapped it around the wound on his hand in a daze, watching the blood slow down. The ground was soaked through the snow-white gauze, showing a darker crimson.
The numb mentality of self-protection when I left the game has disappeared completely, as if a fresh wound that has been uncovered, bloody and vividly exposed to the air.
Mo Yi couldn't breathe.
It is undeniable that the moment he saw Wen Chen just now, he was shocked and delighted, and almost wanted to go up and hug him, but his reason was like a heavy awl against the back of his head, telling him without any personal emotion :
impossible.
At that moment, Mo Yi had never hated his sobriety and rationality so much, and he was even grateful for the pain that followed, which pulled him out of all kinds of thoughts.
He closed his eyes silently, sat quietly for a while, and erected the walls in his heart one by one, hiding the scars deeply, so that when he opened his eyes again, he became that indestructible machine again, Synonymous with sanity and sobriety.
Mo Yi stood up, turned to the desktop where he had been working for several days, and suddenly stopped.
Under the huge screen on the wall, a small thing instantly caught his eye—a brown teddy bear sitting quietly above the keyboard, the washed white fluff is old but soft, and there is no dust on the black eyeballs , looks bright and clear under the light.
He remembered the little bear.
It's a gift.
Because even if it is stored in the backpack, the attached function display is still a row of question marks, so Mo Yi has never understood its specific use.
And... didn't all the props also disappear with the game crash
Ring's reluctant voice rang in his ears:
"Out of good intentions, I'd better tell you, cause and effect. The only thing that can be traced in this universe, in short, is what you plant and what you plant, and the soul you liberated and saved before will not be erased , so their blessings to you will not disappear with the disappearance of the game, don't get me wrong, I can't continue to attack you and this has only a little relationship, of course it is mainly because I am not interested in you... "
Ring's next words turned into vague voice-overs, like the whistling wind blowing past his ears.
Mo Yi stared at it, all eyes were on the doll in front of him.
The palm wrapped in the blood-soaked bandage reached out to the brown bear placed on the keyboard.
——The thin and dirty little hands turned over the dirty and knotted cotton of the doll, and the cold and thin fingertips touched the hard surface deeply hidden in the doll's belly. Even without looking with his eyes, he knew that the old parts The little machines that make up are hidden in the dark.
Behind the brown bear is a note, which reads crookedly in children's handwriting:
"Preserve what you love"
[Save what you love]