Mo Yi was taken aback.
He just remembered that after the last dungeon was over, when Jiang Yuanrou came to him, she mentioned that the reason why she knew that Shen Lei came out of the dungeon safely was because she brought Shen Lei into the business.
It is not surprising that the two have a personal relationship.
But within a few seconds, his thoughts had already turned around in his heart, and Mo Yi quickly restrained the daze on his face, and nodded to Shen Lei with a calm expression, showing a restrained and polite smile:
"Yes, long time no see."
After finishing speaking, he opened the car door behind him and sat in. The car door closed beside him with a muffled sound. The hustle and bustle outside the car was instantly blocked out of the window, and the rising heat suddenly disappeared, leaving only the coolness of the air conditioner in the car.
There was a strong smell of tobacco in the car, and Mo Yi was caught off guard and coughed a few mouthfuls.
While starting the car, Shen Lei looked at him through the rearview mirror, put out the cigarette butt, and said with a smile: "Aren't you used to the smell of cigarettes? Then I'll pinch it."
Mo Yi suppressed his voice and coughed a few more times, his voice became a little hoarse: "...Thank you very much."
The window of the car was slightly opened by Shen Lei, and the fresh air outside the car rushed in with the even speed of the car, dispelling the slightly turbid smell of grass in the car.
For the rest of the journey, the two of them had nothing to say.
Mo Yi couldn't figure out what Jiang Yuanrou's purpose was for asking Shen Lei to pick him up, and Shen Lei seemed to be here simply to be a driver, driving the car seriously along the way without saying much.
Silence shrouded the inside of the car, and Mo Yi could only hear the steady rumble of cars passing by the road, and the hustle and bustle of vehicles in the city that seemed particularly blurred through the window.
Right here, the familiar movement lightly touched his fingers.
The palm on his knee was touched faintly, like a very light breeze, tickling his palm.
Mo Yi retracted his palm subconsciously, and slightly frowned.
He raised his eyes to look at Shen Lei who was sitting in the cab, and saw that he was still engrossed in staring at the road conditions, without noticing any changes behind him.
Mo Yi gritted his teeth.
He already suspected that the mist was intentional—either it showed up when it was inconvenient for him to speak, or it fell dormant soon after showing up, which is too cunning!
That familiar feeling came from the hand again.
—It seems to be more courageous than before.
It no longer just revolved around his fingers, but moved up a little, softly encircling Mo Yi's protruding wrist bones, and sticking to the smooth lines of the back of his hand.
A few wisps of mist flowed down the depression on the back of his hand and into the gap between his fingers, rubbing against his palm.
Mo Yi's expression was a little subtle.
I don't know if it's his illusion, but he always feels that this feels like——intertwining fingers with someone.
He twisted his fingers, feeling the air around his hands without any sense of stagnation, without any feeling of being restrained.
Mo Yi pursed his lips, put aside the strange feeling in his heart, reached out and took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket.
— Turned on Snake.
Then put the phone in the driver's blind spot.
The thin layer of hazy mist rarely stagnated.
Mo Yi raised his eyebrows in doubt: Huh? Did he get it wrong? Doesn't it want to play games
Just here, the car body bumped slowly, and then stopped, Shen Lei turned to look at Mo Yi, smiled, and said, "Here we are."
Mo Yi turned off the phone screen calmly, then put the phone back into his pocket, looked out of the car window, and saw the exquisite small villa, which was simple and quite emotional, standing on top of the layers of greenery. , looking extraordinarily beautiful in the bright midday sun.
Shen Lei's voice came back again: "You go in first, I'll drive the car into the garage."
Mo Yi nodded: "Alright."
He opened the car door and went down, into the villa.
As soon as he entered the door, Mo Yi was taken aback.
The interior structure of the entire villa seems to have been completely changed, completely different from the last time he came. The original exquisite and elegant interior seems to have been completely dismantled and replaced by a minimalist style of black and white metal. There is a sign at the door, Something is simply sketched on it.
Before Mo Yi walked in and saw what was written on it, he heard a familiar voice coming from beside him: "Brother Mo?"
Mo Yi was taken aback for a moment, and followed the sound. A figure appeared at the entrance of the corridor next to him. The man stretched out his hand to adjust his glasses, and showed a cautious smile at Mo Yi.
Wang Zezhi.
Mo Yi was not very surprised, he just bent his eyes slightly, smiled at him and said, "Just call me by my name, Brother Mo is too unfamiliar."
Wang Zezhi shook his head repeatedly and said:
"No, no, Brother Mo, you are really amazing. Seriously, if it wasn't for you, I would never have been able to get back from that dungeon!"
He seemed to suddenly remember something, and said through gritted teeth: "This dungeon is definitely not an ordinary low-difficulty dungeon! There are fewer people and more time, but the difficulty is not low at all! What a garbage game!"
Mo Yi: ...Actually, this time it's really not the fault of the game.
At this moment, Mo Yi seemed to notice Wang Zezhi's strange clothes—he was wearing a close-fitting white vest and sports shorts, showing pale limbs that hadn't seen the sun for a long time, a white towel was draped over his shoulders, and there was ooze on his forehead. With beads of sweat, it looks like it just finished exercising.
Mo Yi hesitated for a few seconds, then asked hesitantly, "Um... did you just come back from running?"
Hearing Mo Yi's words, Wang Zezhi's expression collapsed in an instant, tears glistened in his eyes behind the lens, he looked at Mo Yi pitifully, and stammered, "He... they said I was too weak..."
Mo Yi suddenly felt a bad feeling in his heart.
In the next second, he experienced an ominous premonition.
I only heard Shen Lei's hearty and hearty voice from behind: "Now that everyone has met, let me introduce myself again. I am the fitness coach invited by Jiang Yuanrou to help you with special training, and I also work as a nutritionist. After all, I am in the dungeon. Here, exercising your body can increase your survival rate!"
Mo Yi's body froze.
He remembered Shen Lei's evaluation to him in the first copy: "Young man, your health is too poor. Even if you sit in an office, you can't be so lack of exercise. It's easy to die in the game."
So... it turned out to be... a professional habit...
Shen Lei walked forward as if unconsciously, passed between Mo Yi and Wang Zezhi, walked in front of them, stretched out his hand and pushed open the door that Wang Zezhi came out of just now.
The simple metal-decorated room is filled with high-end sports equipment in different styles, as if you have stepped into a high-end top-notch gym.
——Jiang Yuanrou turned the entire villa into a private gym with a lot of money.
Under the desperate gazes of Mo Yi and Wang Zezhi, Shen Lei showed them a kind smile, with gleaming white teeth in his grinning mouth:
"let's start."
—
In the following week, Jiang Yuanrou and Jiang Yuanbai still did not come back.
People who die in the game, without exception, will become missing persons in reality—they disappear without a trace in the whole world just like they evaporated from the world.
The whole world seems to have forgotten them.
Jiang Yuanrou said that once players die in the game, they will be slowly and unconsciously forgotten by the real world, just like these people are erased from the world. His friends and relatives have only a vague impression of him, and it is difficult to even actively recall their existence.
Until Mo Yi was about to enter the game, Jiang Yuanbai and Jiang Yuanrou still did not return to reality.
Mo Yi had already packed what he needed in his backpack long ago.
He stood in the center of his room, looked around the familiar room, and finally fixed his sight on the clock hanging on the wall:
There are still five minutes.
He very much hoped that Jiang Yuanbai and Jiang Yuanrou were not dead. After all, according to what Jiang Yuanrou said, there are dungeons in this game that last up to ten days and a half months. Although the chance of encountering them is very small, it is not impossible.
Mo Yi lowered his eyes and stared at the backpack at his feet.
The dark folds on the backpack look like deep scars under the light, engraved on the nylon fabric, which makes people feel depressed.
Moreover, during these few days, the fog never appeared again.
It's like falling into a deep sleep, even a whispered call is gone.
Mo Yi looked up at the clock on the wall again: there are three minutes left.
He grasped the strap of the backpack with his fingers, lifted it hard, and carried the bag behind him. He let out a long breath and tried to relax himself.
The copy this time is "Member Enrollment Test".
It was like a fog lying between him and the road ahead, making it impossible for him to see his future fate.
Thick uneasiness surged from the bottom of his heart, pressing heavily on his heart, leading his heart to fall into the bottomless abyss.
Mo Yi took a last look at his watch—
Time is up.
In the next second, his eyes went dark, and the scene around him suddenly changed, and he stepped into the darkness of nothingness again.
The mechanical female voice came again - "Welcome the candidate member Mo Yi to return to the game, the points are being settled..."
Mo Yi noticed the change of his title in the game system, and couldn't help squinting his eyes.
"Successful settlement! Congratulations to candidate member Mo Yi for successfully completing the B (A+) level hidden mission 'Relief', rewarding 4000 (7000) points, and opening the game store."
This time, while the female voice was speaking, fluorescent blue handwriting appeared in the darkness of nothingness.
The handwriting in brackets at the back was red, piercing Mo Yi's eyeballs scorchingly.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, after the difficulty is increased, the points are settled according to the increased difficulty, otherwise it will be a big loss.
In the next second, the scene in front of Mo Yi changed again. He switched from a pitch-black void to a technologically blue azure, with countless icons floating in front of his eyes.
The number of visible rows this time is double that of last time, but the other rows and columns are still gray and invisible.
Mo Yi glanced roughly at the products available for him to buy, and found that the products he saw last time basically did not appear, and the products in front of him were completely new batches.
This time, he was very cautious, and repeatedly confirmed that there were no props that would consume his purchase times, and selected props worth more than 1,000 points in total.
The moment the payment button was pressed, the female voice reappeared: "The item was successfully purchased! It has been successfully sent to the player's backpack. I wish you a happy game!"
The azure blue was once again swallowed by the darkness of nothingness, and the female voice seemed to be placed infinitely:
"Game transfer..."
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Mo Yi: Here's your phone, go play Snake, don't bother me, be good.
Wu: "..." Do you think you are coaxing a child! fall!