Mo Yi jumped up from the bed suddenly, his body was dripping with cold sweat, and his heart was beating extremely fast.
He gasped shallowly, looked around the environment around him in a daze, and it took him a while to recover.
He is back.
Unlike the earth-shaking discomfort when he woke up last time, he obviously adapted a lot this time.
There is darkness in front of the eyes, covering the whole room, and the faint morning light comes in through the curtains that have not been closed along with the night, illuminating the furniture in the room as vague outlines, which look familiar and unfamiliar.
Mo Yi subconsciously turned his head to look at the electronic clock beside the bed, and the time on it was very eye-catching:
4:20:01
Exactly the same moment he entered the game.
And the line of small characters above shows today's date: May 12th.
A full 36 hours have passed since he entered the game.
Mo Yi let out a long breath—Jiang Yuanrou was right, the flow rate of the time in the game and the time in reality is two to one, and he spent three days in the game, which is equivalent to one day in reality Half.
Mo Yi moved his stiff shoulders and neck slightly, and the tingling feeling spread instantly.
He put his arms on the side of the bed and let himself sit up against the head of the bed.
In the darkness, Mo Yi reached out and groped the wall, and then turned on the bedside lamp with a "click".
The soft light yellow light was turned on, illuminating the whole room brightly. Mo Yi couldn't help feeling a little dazed looking at the familiar things in front of him.
He quickly regained his composure, and reached out to pick up the note that appeared on his bedside table.
The light at the head of the bed was slightly yellowish on the delicate and white paper, with a light luster, and it was written in low-key bold letters: "Congratulations on your successful escape, thank you for your participation, and wish you a happy life."
Although it's not the first time we've met, Mo Yi still feels that it's full of troubles - how can this life be happy after one game after another of escape games
He turned the note to the back, and saw a line written on it: "The next game will start in ten days, players please get ready."
Below this line of words, there is a line of small black characters: "Congratulations on finding the hidden branch line. You can receive side task rewards when you enter the game next time. I wish you a happy game."
Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, his pale face was stained a little bloody by the soft light.
ten days...
He seemed to have thought of something, and reached out to his mobile phone that he had placed on the bedside table. After unlocking and opening the screen, a text message from Jiang Yuanrou popped up automatically. The time was two days ago: [Send me a message when you come back Peace, okay?]
Mo Yi pursed his lips, and his slender fingers danced nimbly on the screen: [Ping An]
Message sent.
But it's only four o'clock now, so it's unlikely that Jiang Yuanrou will wake up, and it will probably be tomorrow morning when she recovers.
Mo Yi exited the text message interface, and the bright blue screen was reflected in his pupils. His fingers paused in mid-air for a long time, and then he bought a plane ticket to City A online.
—City A is the city where the school in the first instance is located.
A slight vibration came from the phone, indicating that the payment was successful.
Mo Yi took a deep breath, as if to unload some heavy burden.
He sat up straight and stretched his stiff body. The cold sweat on his back made the shirt sticky to his skin, making him extremely uncomfortable.
Mo Yi put his legs down from the bed, put on the slippers neatly placed on the floor, and was about to go to the bathroom to take a shower.
At this moment, Mo Yi's movements suddenly stopped, his gaze fell directly on the floor in front of his bedside table.
That place was a blind spot, and he couldn't see it when he was lying on the bed.
And when he sat up, there was no accident that jumped into his eyes.
It was a brown teddy bear, leaning quietly against the bedside table. Although the fluff on its body is a bit old, it has been well maintained, with a soft luster under the warm-toned light, and a pair of black eyes are clean and clear, not at all like the dusty look before.
Around its neck, wound a thin white thread, from which dangled a folded note.
Mo Yi held his breath subconsciously, staring intently at the very familiar teddy bear, as if afraid of disturbing it.
He slowed down, stretched out his stiff hand, picked up the teddy bear on the ground, and then opened the note hanging around the teddy bear's neck.
It's the exact same texture and font as the previous note:
"Dear player: This is a rare item given to you by the NPC in the game, please use it with caution."
Autonomy
Mo Yi was taken aback for a moment, remembering the soft "Thanks."
His heart softened suddenly, and the fingertips stuck in the teddy bear's brown fluff were softly wrapped, rubbing against his fingertips, a little itchy.
Suddenly, at this moment, Mo Yi's brows and eyes were stained with a trace of solemnity.
— This trash game only told him that it was a rare item, but didn't tell him how to use it at all! Isn't this the same as his cheating novice gift bag
Mo Yi took one last look at the ribbon still wrapped around his wrist, and the same remorse as Jiang Yuanrou back then flashed in his eyes.
Good-looking is pretty good-looking... But it's useless!
He valued several props last time, and he was about to make a move - the items in the store were randomly refreshed, and it was purely a matter of face whether he could encounter these items again when he entered the store next time.
Mo Yi took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the fire in his heart—trash game!
At this moment, he heard his mobile phone on the bedside table vibrate twice, and then the screen lit up: a text message came.
Mo Yi raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect Jiang Yuanrou to be up so late.
He reached for the phone, and the content of the new message was displayed on the screen: [It's great that you're fine! I'm really worried about you these two days, okay?]
Mo Yi hesitated for a moment, and replied: [Thank you]
[…] Jiang Yuanrou replied with a series of ellipsis in seconds.
Immediately afterwards, as if there was no time for Mo Yi to reply, the next new message popped up: [You'll kill me if you do this! It's so nonchalant! sad!]
What follows is a string of crying emoji.
Mo Yi: "..." Why is this person so energetic at night
He was about to put the phone back on the bedside table, but suddenly remembered something—
Mo Yi twitched his fingertips lightly: [The veteran you said would join me in the game, what is he like now?]
The other side was silent for a long time, and Mo Yi could only see the flickering bubbles indicating that he was typing.
Not long after, a message was sent, which was short and did not match the input time: [? ? ?]
Mo Yi pursed his lips, and was about to enter some reply, when the next message came again: [I sent you a text message before, Song Qi was planted in his last dungeon... so this time the dungeon can only be done by you I went alone, and I apologized to you for a long time, and then you sent me a message saying it was okay.]
Immediately afterwards, a screenshot was sent.
It was a message record, under the long string of words sent by Jiang Yuanrou, Mo Yi saw it impressively, and replied himself: "It's okay."
The light from the desk lamp beside him was a bit dazzling for a moment, Mo Yi turned his head sideways, narrowed his eyes to avoid the direct light, and subconsciously rubbed the straight and smooth edge of the phone with his slender fingers. He reached out and clicked on his message record.
empty.
Although he had thought of this possibility before, it was still difficult for him to accept the fact before his eyes.
At that time, the fog attached to the mirror all the time, and the figure caught by chance, all pointed to the same conclusion:
—Fog followed him out of the game.
Mo Yi took a deep breath, feeling that his mind had become a mess, with all kinds of thoughts mixed together, which almost gave him a headache, as if some invisible thing was strangling his throat, making him feel a little difficult to breathe.
Thinking about it now, the greatest possibility of this happening is that during the first copy, the two exchanged blood.
The thick and sweet smell from the previous blood sucking seems to have flooded into the throat again, and the whole mouth is filled with the taste of rust.
The loss of control and madness that he deliberately didn't think of also came back to his mind.
Mo Yi's fingers tightened unconsciously, his thin knuckles were bluish white from excessive force, and the bright light from the mobile phone screen imprinted on his face, illuminating his expressionless pale face.
The vibration of the phone in his hand brought him back to reality.
Mo Yi looked down, and saw that Jiang Yuanrou had already sent many messages in just a short while, each with a more intense tone:
[What's wrong?][What happened? ]... [Why did you suddenly ask me this? Is something wrong?][Don't just answer, what's the matter?]
Mo Yi pursed his lips, and sent her a message: [It's okay.]
After sending this message, Mo Yi thought about it and sent another message:
[It's too late now, let's talk tomorrow.]
The other side fell silent, and stopped bombarding him with text messages.
Mo Yi let out a long breath, turned off the phone screen, threw it on his bed, watched the phone bounce several times on the soft mattress, and finally covered it quietly on the bed. Then he turned and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
He reached out and turned on the hot water faucet, and the steaming hot air escaped with the sound of rushing water.
Mo Yi looked up at himself in the mirror.
On the pale face, the eyebrows and eyes were dark and gloomy, and the contours of the face were slowly swallowed by the fog on the mirror, and finally he could only see his own dark eyes in a blur.
— "I know you're here."