In the real world, more than ten days go by like water - especially when the daily schedule is full.
Since Jiang Yuanrou's entry into the dungeon was two days earlier than Mo Yi's, this time it was done according to her time - equivalent to Mo Yi's dungeon starting earlier.
Mo Yi put all the things he needed to carry into his backpack neatly, and looked down at his watch.
Five minutes left.
He hesitated for a moment, and took out a small box from the drawer of the bedside table.
Inside lay a silver-white silk ribbon, which saturate like water at the bottom of the box. On the faintly shiny surface were three blood-red thin lines, spreading smoothly from the top of the ribbon to the bottom, dazzling like bloodstains.
This novice gift pack is not ordinary.
It seems to be bound, even if you don’t bring it, it will appear in the instance together with yourself. Moreover, the items purchased before the game instance can be delivered to the player after the instance ends—and it is after the purchase Immediately appeared in the copy.
There are also the red marks above that increase with the number of copies entered...
Mo Yi lowered his eyes, thought for a few seconds, and then stretched out his hand to wrap the ribbon around his wrist.
It obediently pressed against Mo Yi's skin, and the cold material quickly soaked up his body temperature, softly surrounding his thin wrist bones.
He tried to move his wrist—the movement didn't feel the slightest sense of stagnation, it was as thin as a second layer of skin, and he couldn't notice its existence if he wasn't careful.
Mo Yi took a deep breath, put down his sleeves, and subconsciously glanced at his watch:
Two minutes left.
—Since the ownership of the team item belongs to Jiang Yuanrou, she needs to use it after entering the dungeon, while Mo Yi needs to confirm it in the real world, so the time to enter the dungeon this time is determined according to Jiang Yuanrou’s time of.
The cool wind blows in from the unclosed window, lifts the half-closed curtains, and beats like a bird fluttering its wings.
Mo Yi stared at the curtain blown by the wind for a while, and then glanced at the watch on his wrist again.
The metal hands circled the dial tirelessly, making a slight ticking sound, which was extraordinarily clear in the silent room—the time had come.
A familiar metallic voice sounded in my ears: "Player Jiang Yuanrou invites you to enter the dungeon, do you agree?"
Mo Yi stretched out his hand to pick up the backpack he had placed at his feet, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he replied calmly:
"agree."
As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes became dizzy and dark, and when he opened his eyes again, the scene around him had changed from his own room to a boundless darkness.
A mechanical female voice sounded:
"Welcome Mo Yi, a B-level member of the Senior Member Club, to return to the game, points are being settled..."
Mo Yi was already familiar with the procedure in front of him, so he stood up straight without changing his expression.
The settlement time this time seems to be slightly longer than the previous few times. Mo Yi seized this precious minute and second, and stared intently at the dense darkness that almost condensed into a solid body in front of him.
There is no light around the body, and the gloomy darkness is like the silt flowing slowly at the bottom of a black river, flowing ominously and dangerously, like a stream of data condensed into a very high density.
Although it is incomprehensible like a heavenly book, Mo Yi always feels that... it brings him an indescribable sense of familiarity.
Before he could think further, the familiar metallic female voice sounded again in the darkness around him, breaking the silence:
"Successful settlement! Congratulations to B-level member Mo Yi for completing the A+ level hidden task "Let Down" perfectly, rewarding you with 8000 points.
Since the player chooses to open the copy of the membership test immediately, 2000 points are rewarded, and the game store is opened. "
The moment the sound disappeared, the darkness and emptiness around him dissipated instantly, and was replaced by a rather modern azure blue space.
There are more icons visible in the store than last time. The gray and white invisible icons that occupied most of the store grid before can be seen after turning the page, and another option appears on the side of the store:
member store.
Mo Yi's eyes lighted up slightly, and he chose to turn on—
The fluorescent blue in front of me changed instantly, and the color of the entire light-colored transparent screen deepened, just like the dark blue twilight sky at dawn, a brand-new store interface was unfolded, and the level of the member store was displayed at the top of the screen:
Grade B.
Mo Yi's eyes flicked across the dazzling array of goods inside, and he couldn't help being slightly taken aback.
In fact, although there are many kinds of goods in the game store, they can be divided into three categories in general: one is the physical objects that can be used in reality, and if you want, you can even exchange points for a large amount of cash. The second category is props that can be used in the dungeon, and this is what Mo Yi mainly bought last time. There is also a special-purpose props, Jiang Yuanrou's props to enter the designated dungeon, and the props she uses to find her true identity belong to this kind.
That's why Jiang Yuanrou said back then - "You can get almost everything with points."
Of course, it's another matter if the things you get are not good enough.
The products in the member store are mainly concentrated on the second type, and different from ordinary stores, the products inside not only have ambiguous promotional slogans, but also add some brief introductions, and the products are no longer the same as in ordinary stores. Good and evil are mixed, but more refined and useful.
Mo Yi's eyes fell on a product at the end of the page. The icon on the top was a backpack, and the price marked on the bottom was astonishingly expensive, requiring 10,000 points.
It was almost half of Mo Yi's remaining points.
The introduction below the icon is: smart backpack, which can automatically store the props in the dungeon, which can be used at any time (valid in the current dungeon).
Mo Yi's gaze stayed on it for a few seconds, and then he added it to the shopping cart without much hesitation.
He bought a lot of props to use in the instance last time, but their glass bead-like shape and inconvenient use situation brought him a lot of trouble.
After all, in the critical moment of life and death, it is not only a waste of time to find the corresponding glass beads from your pocket and crush them, but it is also easy to be self-defeating, and this backpack can just solve this problem.
Although expensive, it is practical.
Mo Yi finally picked out a total of 13,000 points and put them into the shopping cart, and then pressed the payment button.
"The item was successfully purchased! It has been successfully sent to the player's backpack. I wish you a happy game!"
A mechanical female voice resounded in a clear blue space, and the tide of darkness hit instantly, quickly devouring all the light and images in front of me, and large pieces of patterns were shattered and reassembled into chaotic and weird fragments, and then annihilated into the deep again. In the cold darkness.
"Game transfer..."
A feeling of dizziness suddenly swept through the whole body, as if the whole person was stuffed into a drum washing machine and spun around.
Immediately afterwards, I don't know how long it took, the white noise buzzing in my ears suddenly fell silent, and the five senses that were pulled away slowly returned to my body.
Mo Yi opened his eyes suddenly, a thin layer of sweat oozed from his forehead, his heart was beating violently in his chest cavity, and his own breathing came from his ears, which was particularly obvious in the silence.
Even though he had experienced it more than once, he still couldn't get used to the feeling of almost stripping his soul from his body.
In front of him was a deep and dense darkness, lightless and deadly darkness that surrounded him tightly, as if absorbing all light and sound like a sponge, oppressive like a deep sea.
Mo Yi realized that he was lying down.
Under his body was cold and hard leather, and the hard and harsh touch penetrated into his bones through the thin clothes.
But the steel under the arm was so cold that it was almost ice, and it slammed onto the skin, causing a stinging pain like a needle prick, which made Mo Yi shiver hard.
Mo Yi tried to move, but found that his limbs were all fixed on the small bed below him.
The wrists and ankles seemed to be bound by something, rubbing against the wrist bones hard and rough, causing a slightly itchy pain.
The dead and unknown darkness is silent, and the uneasiness spreads and spreads in the depths of the darkness, giving people a sense of suffocation.
Mo Yi's breathing was a little messed up, he raised his left hand and pulled it hard—
The thing that fixed him didn't seem too strong, only a light "stab" sound was heard, and one wrist was easily released.
He resisted the burning pain from his wrist, sat up halfway, groped to his side in the darkness with his free fingers, grabbed the thing that was holding his other hand, and tore it vigorously.
The sound of "stabbing" sounded again.
Mo Yi moved his two wrists and sat up.
In the dark, he touched the familiar nylon fabric—his backpack. Mo Yi felt relieved, and gropingly opened his backpack, then took out a flashlight from the side pocket.
Only a slight "click" sound was heard, and the light of the flashlight dispelled the heavy darkness in front of my eyes.
Mo Yi turned the flashlight and observed where he was.
This is an extremely narrow and cramped room, with no windows, only a door that is silently half-opened. Outside the door is a deeper darkness, exuding a vague and ominous atmosphere.
The dirty walls on all four sides are covered with messy and crazy graffiti, vaguely and treacherously opening their teeth and claws under the light of the flashlight, as if tentacles will be protruding from the walls in the next second.
And Mo Yi was on a narrow bed in the center of the room.
Hard iron edges, dirty hard bed surface, and binding belts with iron rings at the four corners of the bed.
Mo Yi held the flashlight with one hand, and then used the other hand to untie the straps that bound his feet with difficulty—all limbs were finally free.
He moved his stiff and cold wrists and ankles, then got off the bed and stood on the ground.
The flashlight illuminated the dirty and incomplete sign at the foot of the bed, and a few blurred words on it were revealed under the light:
"■■■Psychiatric hospital."