Mo Yi turned on the faucet, and the cold water splashed down on the smooth porcelain-white sink. Inside the splashed crystal water droplets were the broken reflections of the lights above his head. He put his palm into the water, and the cold water flowed along his fingers. The knuckles slipped from between the fingers, and there was a slight pain with a little impact.
The water slowly became warm, then hot again.
Snow-white water mist rose slowly from the pool, and the backs of pale hands and fingertips were slightly reddened by the hot water.
Mo Yi picked up the water and washed his face. The slightly hot water awakened every inch of skin on his face, and slowly diffused deep into the flesh along the place where his fingertips touched his face.
Even after breaking away from the dungeon, the cold from the bone cracks caused by blood loss still did not disappear, as if the inside of the body was poured into the whistling cold wind, and the exhaustion and pain stretched out from the soul Generally cold.
A near-death experience.
His endurance is strong enough to make him not show the slightest difference in front of other people, even if his cold fingertips are trembling.
Mo Yi took the towel hanging next to the sink and wiped his face hastily. Feeling his peripheral nerves warmed up by the hot water, he let out a long breath and took off his coat.
The warm water vapor condensed on his skin into tiny water droplets, which glistened in the light.
Mo Yi's eyes froze, and he stopped somewhere in the mirror—the ribbon that was a gift package for beginners was still wrapped around his wrist.
He lowered his head and untied the ribbon from his wrist.
The water-like cloth slid from his fingers with his slightly warm body temperature, and it was easy to untie.
When Mo Yi was about to put it on the washstand beside him, he couldn't help but pause.
The silver-white cloth rippled a bloodstain with his movement, which seemed to be sudden blood on the gentle snow, or a red fish tumbling in the snow-white waves.
He was taken aback: It stands to reason that the blood in the dungeon would not be left on the player's clothes.
Mo Yi unfolded the long ribbon, and saw several bright red threads running through the shiny silver-white surface, from one end to the other, running through the entire ribbon, which looked extraordinarily beautiful.
He counted, there were three red threads in total.
—And he happened to be in three dungeons.
Mo Yi pursed his pale lips, his bloodless face turned an unhealthy blush from the steam, and his deep black eyes were bright and moisturized by the steam.
interesting.
He hooked his lips, put the ribbon on the washstand, then raised his legs and stepped into the bathroom, turning on the shower.
The rushing warm water fell from the top of his head, giving his cold skin a little warmth and dispelling the sticky feeling of sweat on his body.
Mo Yi opened the door of the bathroom, and the warm water vapor and the faint scent of shampoo escaped through the opened door. The wet black hair stuck to his cheeks, dripping down in strings of drops.
He looked up to his bedside.
Fog was still sitting there, her aggressive facial features expressionless, her eyelids drooping slightly, and her slender, pale fingers drawing on the lit screen.
The childish snake sound effect is quite abrupt in an empty room.
Mo Yi couldn't laugh or cry for a moment, but he really didn't expect that the other party would really obediently play with Snake and wait for him to finish taking a bath.
Seemingly aware of the movement at the door of the bathroom, Misty raised his head to look at him, stopped moving his fingers, and the sound of a snake biting its tail sounded - GAME OVER.
Mo Yi suddenly became interested, he covered his head with a towel, casually wiped his dripping hair, then walked to the side of Misty, and took out his mobile phone from the opponent's hand.
He raised his chin: "A little over there."
Startled by the mist, she subconsciously moved to the side of the bed.
Mo Yi sat down next to the fog, holding the cold metal case of the phone with his fingers warmed by the water vapor, and tapped the screen with his slender fingers, starting a new game of Snake.
The pale fingertips were slightly moist, and they were light pink because they had just taken a shower. They danced flexibly on the screen of the phone, and the reaction speed was surprisingly quick.
The foggy light gray eyes were slightly darker, looking at him intently.
I saw Mo Yi with his head down, his damp black hair sticking wetly to his fair side face, his lips were tightly bowed, and his deep black eyes were staring at the small screen in his hand with deep eyes. There are lights and shadows flickering everywhere.
His body carried the warm and humid breath just after taking a bath, mixed with the light aroma of shampoo, it smelled like the grass in the forest after the rain, steamed by the warm water vapor and intoxicating.
There was a slight flicker in the foggy eyes, and she approached a little without a trace.
A slight heat came from the limbs that the two accidentally got close to, and Mo Yi's shallow and regular breathing could be heard in the ears, and the fine golden fluff on his side face could be seen in the morning light.
A slight smile flickered in Misty's eyes, and he lowered his head to stare intently at the shining screen in Mo Yi's hand.
The monotonous sound effects of the game filled the silent room, which sounded rather comical.
Two normal-sized adults squeezed together on the same bed, staring intently at the black and white Snake interface on the screen, one watching and the other playing, extremely childish.
Mo Yi's finger flicked the screen for the last few times, and the black and white pixel image on the screen, with its long body coiled around the greedy snake, finally filled the entire game frame, and then the game interface flickered, and cheerful notes jumped come out:
YOU WIN!
Mo Yi raised the corners of his lips, showing a smile, and raised his hand to show Wuqi the screen in his hand.
His dark eyes were lit up with simple happiness, and he looked almost childish.
He threw the mobile phone that was covered by himself into the mist again, then stood up, moved his stiff shoulders, and said:
"This kind of pixel-style game is still more comfortable to play on the old flip phone, but it's a pity that the phone and this game are gone now."
Mo Yi paused, and then explained:
"The Snake in my mobile phone was programmed and imported by myself. Although it is quite difficult to play on the touch screen interface, it is easy to play after getting used to it."
Mo Yi bent down and picked up the wet towel that he had thrown on the bed at random. There was a small piece of dark water stained by the wet towel on the crumpled and soft bed, and he frowned slightly when he saw it.
He seemed to remember something, and looked up at the mist: "Do you want it? A mobile phone?"
Mo Yi thought for a while and added: "Don't worry about money."
As a world-class former hacker, money is just a bunch of meaningless numbers in his bank card in his eyes. He doesn't even need to sell. The money he earned before retirement is enough for him to squander for several lifetimes.
It's just that he doesn't have much material desire, so he hasn't used it much in the past few years.
Before Wuqi could answer, Mo Yi shook his head and said:
"The ones sold on the market have too many restrictions and are not safe. I'd better go and customize one for you."
A depressive smile flashed in the foggy eyes. He stood up and took the wet towel from Mo Yi's hand. With a slight movement of his slender fingers, the water vapor escaped from it instantly, and the surface of the towel became dry again. soft.
He put the dry towel on Mo Yi's semi-wet head, and wiped his hair naturally:
"Is it the same as yours?"
Mo Yi was taken aback by the towel that was suddenly thrown on his head, and he subconsciously leaned back to avoid the palm that was pressed down by the fog.
"It's ok...it's ok."
The foggy and stern facial features were slightly soft, and the light gray eyes narrowed in satisfaction:
"That's good."
Mo Yi subconsciously pressed the towel on his head, wiped his half-dry hair, and then took the dry towel off his head belatedly, twisting it with his fingers in a strange way. Fluffy fluff on top:
"Can you dry it?"
Fog nodded.
A hint of interest flashed across Mo Yi's face, he looked up at the mist, and asked with interest:
"Besides this, what else can you do in the real world?"
The other party shook his head and replied calmly: "No, I don't have enough strength in the real world, and maintaining the appearance of the entity is already a challenge."
Mo Yi touched the half-dried towel under his fingers with some pity, and didn't pursue this topic any further. He just put it on his shoulder casually, and asked as he walked out:
"Do you need to eat anything in this state?"
Behind him came the other party's magnetic voice that seemed to have a metallic texture: "No need."
Mo Yi's walking steps suddenly stopped, he seemed to remember something, turned around and looked at Misty who was still standing beside the bed, and slowly frowned:
"Since we will be bound together for a long time to come, what should I call you after that?"
He still remembered that at the beginning of the last dungeon, he once asked Mist's name, and his answer at that time was:
[I don't have a name.]
The fog was facing the sunlight that filled the window, and the edges of his slender and straight figure were slightly blurred in the light. He gave a low laugh and replied:
"It will be all right."
Mo Yi frowned, pretending to ask unintentionally:
"I remember that in the first copy, the prompt for you in the game was the nameless fog, but... you shouldn't be the outer god in the Cthulhu myth?"
Fog nodded.
Mo Yi breathed a sigh of relief, and he let go of the heart he had raised since the first copy—according to his understanding of the old gods, gods, and old rulers in the Cthulhu mythology, if the other party really If it was the nameless fog, he should be worried about the fate of the entire human race.
He originally wanted to continue asking this topic, but after he opened his mouth, he found that he couldn't continue to speak.
— This game is preventing him from continuing his search.
Mo Yi's brows and eyes darkened slightly, but he finally solved a hidden danger that he had worried about for a long time, so he was still in a good mood.
He quickly adjusted his mentality, changed the topic and started again:
"So... maybe you can think of a name for yourself?"
Fog still had a calm and indifferent expression, but a pair of light gray eyes stared intently at Mo Yi, with a slight smile, he said lightly:
"Or, you can get me one."
The author has something to say:
Greedy Snake: You two childish ghosts.