The rushing water poured into the white porcelain washbasin, stirring up steaming transparent water droplets, and the sound of the water became clearer in the airtight room.
Water mist filled the air, and the entire bathroom was shrouded in white mist, steaming hot.
Mo Yi's pale face was slightly red from the mist, but his dark eyes were still staring at the mirror indifferently and rationally, as if waiting for something.
The thin shirt on his body was wet by the hot and humid mist in the air, and it was tightly attached to his skin. Small drops of water formed on the exposed skin, whether it was water vapor or thin sweat.
It's too uncomfortable.
Mo Yi pursed his lips a little irritably, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to pull the collar that was sticking to his body, revealing a small half of his chest and collarbone.
Just as he was about to reach out to turn off the faucet, he saw a handprint suddenly appearing on the foggy mirror.
Mo Yi's heart skipped a beat, and he looked into the mirror intently.
The handprint slid from one side of the mirror, rubbing out a small clear surface on the blurred mirror surface, just framing Mo Yi's dark eyes on the mirror.
Mo Yi took a deep breath, not knowing whether to be dignified or relaxed—
Sure enough, the fog followed him into the real world.
He thought for a while, walked out of the bathroom, picked up the phone from his bed, and then returned to the bathroom.
Mo Yi closed the door behind him, waited for a while, and after the mist that had dissipated a little earlier filled the bathroom again, he opened the screen, called up the memo, and put it on the dry sink superior.
He closed his eyes slightly, and said, "Can you type?"
Although it is an interrogative sentence, it does have the tone of a declarative sentence.
The phone screen flickered, and the dark space on the keyboard jumped, as if someone was typing: "Yes."
Mo Yi closed his eyes, and finally he couldn't hold back, stretched out his cool fingers to press his faintly throbbing forehead, and took a long breath.
What is it all about.
First, there was an inexplicable escape game, and he was pulled in every now and then for a life-and-death battle, which greatly challenged his materialistic world view. Later, in the game, another mist followed him inexplicably. …
——Now he actually followed into the real world!
Even though Mo Yi is quite interested in the essence of this game, he still can't take it if several mountains fall down like this!
Mo Yi felt a little nervous.
At this moment, as if noticing his long silence, words automatically appeared on the phone:
"During the first copy, you took away part of my body when you sucked my blood."
— Sure enough, it was because of this.
Mo Yi pinched the bridge of his nose with some headaches. At that time, he was almost out of control. He didn't know what impulse drove him to do such a crazy thing. Now it's better, and the retribution is coming.
Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, his whole body froze, and his face darkened: "So... you just followed me? Including sleeping and taking a bath?"
The phone did not respond for a long time, and it took a while before continuing to type:
"I'm dormant most of the time."
Mo Yi frowned.
He didn't believe a word of what the mist said, but there was not much he could do now, and he couldn't find a way to put this thing back into the game, and he couldn't even find out the key to check and balance him.
This feeling of being out of control is very unpleasant.
Mo Yi's brows and eyes darkened, and a trace of indifference appeared on his face. He changed the subject: "I know you deleted Jiang Yuanrou's message and replied on my behalf. I don't want this kind of thing to happen again. .”
The other party seemed to be waiting for him to say this. Before he finished speaking, he typed a word on the phone in a hurry:
"it is good."
In the next second, another line of words appeared on the screen: "Sorry."
Mo Yi's brows and eyes softened slightly.
Next, the phone screen flickered a few times, and quickly typed the next line again: "I'm going to sleep, see you later."
After playing, the screen slowly went black, and a water mist with wet marks was printed on the dark screen, and it slowly dissipated—the water mist in the bathroom was so dense that it was almost breathless. Also dissipated a little.
Mo Yi's brows and eyes that had just calmed down instantly darkened.
It slipped pretty fast.
Nothing useful has been found yet.
And he hasn't forgotten, this fog still owes him an answer!
Mo Yi gritted his molars, stepped forward and turned off the faucet that was still dripping with hot water.
The sound of running water that had been filling my ears disappeared in an instant, and it seemed a little silent for a while.
Mo Yi's nerves that were too tense at the moment finally relaxed a little, a sense of tiredness hit him instantly, gravity pulled his heavy eyelids, he yawned, and physiological tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes.
For the past three days in the dungeon, he was basically in a state of extreme nervous tension, and his body had already exceeded the load.
Mo Yi rubbed his eyes while resisting the sudden onset of tiredness, and stepped into the shower room.
Although he was still a little uncomfortable in his heart, it was too uncomfortable not to take a bath in the current situation. Mo Yi endured the strange feeling in his heart, took a shower in a hurry, changed into his homely pajamas and walked out of the bathroom.
He threw his aching body into the bed and fell asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.
—
Mo Yi was woken up by the sunlight shining on his eyelids.
He struggled to frown, and slowly opened his eyes.
The room was dyed red by the slanting sunlight coming in from the window, and the setting sun coated the whole room with a layer of brilliant gold, almost turning this simple room into a gorgeous hall.
Mo Yi blinked, and it took him a while to recover from the daze caused by deep sleep. He turned his head and looked at the electronic watch on the bedside table: it is already past six in the afternoon.
He slept for a full twelve hours.
Mo Yi rubbed the painful forehead, feeling the pain all over his body as if being run over by a train, it was uncomfortable like falling apart.
He sat up with difficulty, painfully aware of how urgent it was to have a strong body.
Mo Yi leaned against the head of the bed to relax, and reached out to pick up the mobile phone that was casually thrown aside.
There were several unread messages of Jiang Yuanbai on the screen, Mo Yi opened them one by one, and found that the contents were all: how are you doing now, are you safe now, call him back soon after you come back, he is so worried.
There are also countless exclamation marks and kaomoji of unknown meaning.
Mo Yi: "..." Just looking at it makes me feel noisy.
He closed the interface and called Jiang Yuanrou.
Jiang Yuanrou's familiar voice came from the microphone, with unconcealable joy in his tone: "Great, I knew you were fine, Yuan Bai and I were very worried these two days, have you rested now? "
Mo Yi let out a "hmm", and was instantly taken aback by his hoarse voice that was almost rubbed against sandpaper.
He cleared his throat and said again, "Thank you for your concern, I'm fine."
After the simple greetings, Mo Yi told Jiang Yuanrou about his decision to go to City A.
Jiang Yuanrou was silent on the other side of the phone for a long time, and Mo Yi patiently waited for her reply. After a long time, Jiang Yuanrou sighed softly from the phone, and she said:
"You still know."
Yes, Jiang Yuanrou never told him about the connection between the in-game dungeon and the real world.
Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes fell on the corner of the sunset imprinted on his quilt. The scorching red was like the last glimpse of madness and despair before the sun fell, struggling to grab the last piece of it before sinking. bright.
He gave a deep "hmm".
His face was still calm and composed. Like a pool of still water, nothing can disturb him.
"This matter... I didn't want to tell you," Jiang Yuanrou's voice was a little stagnant, but soon returned to his normal tone: "It seems that I have no choice now."
Mo Yi listened silently.
"Actually, I discovered this not too long ago. The game dungeon is connected to the real world. I have a friend who wanted to find out what kind of connection there is, but...everyone who went to find the connection was buried in the next dungeon. without exception."
Jiang Yuanrou took a deep breath and continued, "Including Song Qi."
Mo Yi lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes concealing the complexity and deep thinking in his eyes.
Jiang Yuanrou's low voice came from the microphone: "As a friend, I really don't want you to risk yourself, please think about it more, please..."
Her voice is barely audible by the end.
— She has lost too many friends since participating in this game.
Mo Yi's hands tightened slightly, and several creases spread out on the quilt, and there was a rare apology in his voice: "... sorry."
Judging from the nature of this game, the possibility of danger is extremely high.
However, it is absolutely impossible for him to sit still like this, waiting for the other party to take the absolute initiative and struggle to survive within the rules set by the other party—he has always been a rule breaker.
Jiang Yuanrou seemed to understand that he had made up his mind, so he let out a long breath and said, "Okay, since you have decided, I will fully support all your decisions... Please come back safely."
Mo Yi's expression softened a little, and he suddenly seemed to think of something, and said:
"By the way, there is a man named Wang Zezhi. If you are interested, you can contact him."
Jiang Yuanrou said "um" on the other end of the phone, and then asked, "Does he have any characteristics?"
Mo Yi briefly described the other party, and Jiang Yuanrou readily agreed. After all, she is the eldest daughter of the Jiang family. Even though the power is being gradually transferred, she still has some resources.
—In Jiang Yuanrou's words: "After all, they are not all as hard to find as you."
There was a hint of pain in her voice.
The item used to find people is very valuable, and it cost her a lot of points.
After chatting with Jiang Yuanrou for a few more words, Mo Yi hung up the phone, got up from the bed and began to pack his things.
In the early morning of the next day, he boarded the plane to City A.
— Such a precious ten days of free time must not be wasted.