Mo Yi was slightly startled staring at the information on the phone screen.
Jiang Yuanrou came back from the dungeon
His dark eyes brightened a little, and his heart moved slightly.
If Jiang Yuanruo and Jiang Yuanbai were both in the game during this period, then the dungeon they experienced would have survived for at least half a month—this would be very valuable information.
I tapped the screen with my fingertips, and went back to the past with a [um].
Mo Yi thought for a while, and then sent another message:
[Are you two okay?]
Jiang Yuanrou replied quickly, the message was very short, only two words:
[Alive.]
—but that doesn't count as a direct answer to his question.
Mo Yi frowned, and before he could figure out anything, Jiang Yuanrou sent the next text message:
[We need to meet.]
Mo Yi's fingers resting on the top of the phone screen paused, then moved away, leaning on the frame of the phone without replying.
Wen Chen looked over if he felt something.
Seeing Mo Yi's preoccupied look, he strode over, his light gray eyes narrowed slightly, and asked slowly, "What's the matter?"
Mo Yi frowned, raised his head, raised the screen of the phone to Wen Chen, and then said in a low voice:
"Jiang Yuanrou asked me to see her."
Wen Chen glanced at the screen of the mobile phone indifferently, his indifferent gaze hurriedly flicked across it, and then fixed again on Mo Yi's thoughtful side face, his eyes deepened:
"You don't want to go?"
Mo Yi shook his head, his pale lips pursed into a straight line:
"I just feel a little uneasy, after all... You know, my identity is a little sensitive."
Wen Chen nodded, stretched out his hand to untie the apron he was wearing, and put it on the back of the chair beside him, his broad and slender shoulders stretched slightly, and his aggressive face showed no expression:
"I will go with you."
Mo Yi glanced at him thoughtfully—although Mist seems unable to fully exert its abilities in the real world, but according to the force value he displayed in the second copy, bringing him can indeed provide a lot of security. .
Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the apron hanging on the back of the chair—the cotton and linen texture was dyed in contrasting colors, and there were several lively cartoon characters laughing on it.
… super ugly.
Mo Yi's eyes stayed on it for a moment, and his eyes were a little subtle: "Did you buy it?"
After all, he still knows what's in his apartment... definitely not including this anyway.
Wen Chen: "..."
In fact, it was delivered by the supermarket downstairs.
Before he could open his mouth to explain, Jiang Yuanrou's text message arrived again: [Meet at the fitness villa, is it okay?]
Mo Yi lowered his dark eyes, glanced quickly at the phone screen, and then sent the word [OK].
He looked at Wen Chen, his facial expression returned to the usual indifferent gentleness, Mo Yi turned his head and showed Wen Chen a shallow smile:
"Let's go."
When they arrived at the downstairs of the fitness villa, Jiang Yuanrou was standing there waiting for Mo Yi.
Mo Yi felt relieved.
The night was thick and cold, and the street lamps cast cold white light, which stretched her slender and thin figure, and seemed to have lost a lot of weight. The large windbreaker covered her body, and she looked a little out of shape. a feeling of.
Mo Yi approached and found that Jiang Yuanrou's complexion was very bad.
Her complexion was so pale that there was almost no blood, and her chin seemed to be a little sharper, making her light brown eyes bigger and brighter. The underside of her eyes was very dark and black, and she looked as if she hadn't had a good rest for several days. .
Seeing Mo Yi approaching, Jiang Yuanrou couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief:
"I'm sorry to call you here in such a hurry... Actually, I'm already prepared for you not to come."
— After all, the cooperation time between the two is not long, and it is far from trusting each other. The two of them know this well.
Mo Yi shook his head, showing a distant smile:
"Never mind."
Jiang Yuanrou seemed a little out of her mind. She took a deep breath, turned around and opened the door of the villa, then turned her head and said to him:
"Let's go, the room said."
As she spoke, she turned around and walked into the villa first. The lights inside were instantly brightly lit, and her back was even more petite and thin against the background.
At this moment, the soft mist wrapped around Mo Yi's palm, rubbing his fingertips lightly, half comforting half intimately.
Mo Yi's face remained unchanged, he followed Jiang Yuanrou into the house, and then closed the door behind him.
Jiang Yuanrou went straight to the sofa for resting in the house, and then sank half of her body into it, with tiredness that couldn't be concealed on her pale face.
She took out a pack of cigarettes, twisted one out with her long and thin fingers, and held it between her fingertips. Suddenly, she paused, as if aware of Mo Yi's existence, so she raised her head to look at him:
"Do you mind...?"
Mo Yi's gaze paused at the thick blue-black under Jiang Yuanrou's eyes, and then he shook his head quietly.
After getting an affirmative answer, Jiang Yuanrou lowered her head halfway, her long chestnut hair gently drooping down her fair neck, the slight metal clash of the lighter sounded, and a bright flame flickered at her fingertips.
The smell of tobacco permeated, and the light blue smoke slowly rose, blurring her facial features and eyebrows.
Mo Yi waited patiently.
Jiang Yuanrou seemed to have relaxed a lot. She raised the hand that was not holding the cigarette and rubbed her temple, then said:
"The last copy of Yuan Bai and I survived for fourteen days."
Mo Yi's face remained unchanged, but he did a rough calculation in his heart - the time lapse in reality and in the game is one to two, so in this way, they should have come back the day after he returned to the real world.
He still looked calm, waiting for Jiang Yuanrou's next words.
Her fingertips trembled twice, and she brought the slender cigarette back to her lips and took a deep breath. A little bit of reddish fire lighted up, and blue smoke spit out from between her light-colored lips. It looked a little dispirited.
A forced smile appeared on Jiang Yuanrou's face: "Do you still remember our conversation after your last instance ended?"
Mo Yi nodded.
Jiang Yuanrou shook the soot, and continued: "At that time, I told you that the game dungeon and the real dungeon are interlinked, but all those who search for the connection will be buried in the dungeon, so I suggest that you better not take risks. .”
She paused, raised her eyes to look at Mo Yi, the expression on her face dimmed, and her light brown eyes looked deep and serious:
"But you still went. After you got off the plane, I didn't ask you for relevant information. Firstly, this game will definitely not allow its players to leak such crucial information. Secondly... what I'm more worried about is, If this news can really be told, then in the next dungeon, we will take great risks."
A self-deprecating wry smile appeared on Jiang Yuanrou's face:
"Although I have been entangled with this game for so long, I am still a coward deep in my heart."
Mo Yi stepped forward slowly, tightening his fingers hanging by his side slightly, searching desperately to find some words of comfort.
As if in order to suppress the turbulent emotions in his heart, Jiang Yuanrou took a puff of the cigarette very quickly, then choked on the strong and spicy taste, and began to cough violently.
Mo Yi took a cup of warm water from the automatic water dispenser beside him, and pushed it in front of Jiang Yuanrou.
She stopped coughing, with a sickly flush on her pale face, and some physiological tears at the corners of her reddish eyes. She thanked her hoarsely, and then put the cigarette between her fingers on the ashes on the table. In-cylinder snuffing out:
"...I'm actually not very used to the smell of cigarettes, but in the few days since I came back, I have smoked several times more than I have smoked in the past ten years."
Mo Yi pursed his lips. He keenly noticed that from just now, Jiang Yuanrou's words were all about "I" instead of "we".
What about Jiang Yuanbai
He kept his doubts in his heart, and remained calm, watching Jiang Yuanrou quietly, waiting for her next words.
I only heard Jiang Yuanrou say:
"Yuan Bai was very close to me when I was young, but we gradually became estranged when we grew up. I want to learn how to manage a company, and he also has his own dream. And after I was bound by this escape game, I became more deliberately alienated from Yuan Bai... I'm really a very incompetent sister."
She lowered her eyes and stared at the broken and floating light and shadow in the water glass, took a deep breath, and continued:
"After the end of the first copy, he used his own relationship to find the relationship between the game and reality—he has indeed become full-fledged in the past few years, and he actually kept me a secret."
Mo Yi was taken aback for a moment, and his expression suddenly became serious.
After finding out the connection between the real world and the game dungeon, he chose to start the membership test immediately, so... what about Jiang Yuanbai
Since Jiang Yuanbai made a series of actions without telling Jiang Yuanrou at that time, he probably didn't know the hidden crisis here. Then... the choices he made were influenced, even guided and manipulated, by the biased language in the game.
After all, if Mo Yi didn't know that all of Jiang Yuanrou's related friends disappeared after searching for the truth, he might choose not to start the membership test for the time being, but would wait until he gained more chips and experience. open.
Jiang Yuanrou's fingertips trembled slightly, and the warm water in the cup in her palm had gradually cooled down, causing shallow ripples with her movements.
She closed her eyes and said calmly:
"In the last dungeon, although we made it to the end, Yuan Bai did not complete the membership challenge."
Mo Yi was stunned, the matter of membership... the game does not allow players to say it, but now Jiang Yuanrou can say it without hindrance, that means—
Jiang Yuanrou raised his eyes to look at him, showing a pale smile:
"That's right, I'm also a candidate member of the Senior Members Club now."