At first Yan Wei really thought that Yan Mingguang was fooling himself.
Most of the dungeons in the building are dominated by ghosts. There are npcs with ghosts and some monsters who don't know what they are. There are often ghosts mixed into the players. This kind of person who looks suspicious and has an incompatible temperament with the players, Yan Wei will always keep the same in his heart.
The dungeon has just started for a day, everything is unknown, Yan Wei did not act rashly.
He watched the man turn around and slowly walk away in the deep corridor. The faint light on the side cast down? The faint light cast out the long shadow of this person who was fading away.
It was so cold that Yan Wei didn't want to pay attention.
If this is a disguised ghost in the dungeon, it is too unique.
Because of this, Yan Wei kept an eye out.
The copy of this level is a copy of the death rule that seals the data strength of the players. All players live together, and the death rule must be calculated to live until the ladder appears. In the next few days in the dungeon, most of the players became familiar with it. Based on the idea that this silver-haired man might be a ghost in disguise, Yan Wei paid special attention to this man, and even always acted together with him intentionally or unintentionally. for observation.
On the third day of the dungeon, the player in the same room as Yan Wei accidentally triggered the death rule. Yan Wei lost his roommate, and moved to the man's room that night—because only this man was alone, but the dungeon requires that the people in their room Must be an even number.
He could only take a gamble and secretly observe the opponent's every move.
Unexpectedly, this man did not give him any sense of danger, on the contrary, he felt more reliable than other powerful players in the instance. Although he is always duplicity, saying one thing and doing another, but he is also full of kindness towards Yan Wei.
Even in the danger of death in the middle of the night, this man dragged him along without hesitation.
Yan Wei was not immortal that day, and ran all the way with the man, the ghosts behind had disappeared, they hid in the small storage room of the building, so close that they could clearly hear their breathing.
"You? Saving people in this kind of dungeon?" Yan Wei panted, feeling funny in his heart, "This is not something that can be saved casually during the day, just by stopping them. You? It’s okay to meddle in other people’s affairs, but you still drag me to run with you at night, what’s the matter?”
The man did not speak.
The man narrowed his eyes and looked at the ground, and seemed to forget to let go while holding Yan Wei's hand. His expression is very pale, without any emotion.
During the day, this person just stood aside like this, except for Yan Wei, no one dared to approach him at all. But now, he is pulling Yan Wei in the small storage room like that, the temperature on his skin is vivid heat.
This man obviously couldn't be a ghost.
It looks alienated, but in fact it is too kind.
— is someone you can trust and make friends with.
Yan Wei raised his hand and patted the other person's shoulder in the cramped storage room.
He said: "Now can I talk about you? Who is it? If our organization has not had any enemies, we can still help each other in this instance."
The man shook his head: "I have no organization."
He said, "Then what's your name?"
This time, the other party glanced at him.
"Call whatever you want."
"?" Yan Wei found it funny, "You? You don't care so much?"
"Um."
The man paused for a moment, and said a few more words: "I don't care about the name, and I don't remember the name, what do you call it?"
"You? Won't you? Don't have a name?"
"A name is a must?"
Yan Wei was momentarily at a loss for words. This is not a question that normal people can ask, but he can't deny it. In the world inside the building, life and death are very random, and names really don't matter.
He joked: "Really? No? If not, I'll just give you one. Just get one."
"it is good."
You have a really good temper.
Yan Wei thought. Fortunately, this person looks like the King of Hades, and these players dare not approach him, so he picked up a loophole.
He seemed to think about it for a while? What are the specific emotions? Yan Wei actually doesn't remember much. Even if he has recovered his memory now, the memory of more than thirty layers is quite long for him now. He can only recall some fragments of these scenes. , and can't remember everything in detail.
In short, he thought about it seriously at that time.
"You? Know you? How have you felt these two days?" he said.
There was no light in the small storage room, only the light from the aisle slightly revealed through the crack in the door, slightly outlining the silhouette of the other party. They were so close that they could feel the breath, the heat, the approaching body of the other. This situation exceeded Yan Wei's usual distance from others, and had already broken his guard.
"What?" The other party asked him very cooperatively.
"Hmm... Do you kindly help everyone you know? It's like a place where there is light everywhere," he said, "It's as bright as day."
"How about my surname is Yan?"
Black Ring shook slightly twice.
Yan Wei pointed his finger, and the information panel popped up. He stared at the name of the person who sent the message for a full minute, and then sighed leisurely.
It was news from Lin Zhen who also just came out of the dungeon—asking him where he lives now.
He had just sent the location information when there was a knock on the door. Lin Zhen just received the news, Lin Qing should still be in the dungeon, naturally it cannot be Lin Zhen or Lin Qing.
In this central area, which is completely close to the Infinity Monument, the apartments assigned to each player are terrifyingly large, and the surrounding rooms are also empty, and each player lives far away. Even if there is a direct train in the world inside the building, it will take several times to go from the innermost to the outermost, and it will take a lot of time.
However, high-level players generally don't go outside.
At their level, apart from impacting the highest level dungeon, they basically no longer pay attention to other things. Even the gambling building, unless it is a super-high-level copy of the gambling building, the others will not attract the interest of super-high-level players at all.
In Yan Wei's memory, in the most central area, no one can be seen at ordinary times.
The last time he went upstairs, besides Lin Qing and Yan Mingguang, he usually met with other players only after entering the dungeon. He also knows quite a few players at the top level of other organizations, and even has friends or enemies who have played dungeons together. How many of those who have seen him are still there, but now they will clearly know that he lives here people…
There should only be two.
Everyone else died in the last copy.
Yan Wei sighed silently.
He withdrew his gaze, turned around, walked through the spacious living room, and came all the way to the door. He didn't look at the cat's eye in front of the door, nor did he ask who was coming, and he opened the door directly when he reached the door.
Yan Mingguang stood at the door.
Maybe it was because the puppet castle was fought too hard before the end of the dungeon, and the scene was filled with a disgusting bloody smell, or because Yan Mingguang's clothes were somewhat torn by the puppet at that time, this person obviously changed his clothes before coming.
Yan Mingguang was wearing rather casual jeans, with slender and erect legs. Yan Wei glanced up. This man was wearing pure black short sleeves, standing by the door with one hand in his pocket, leaning slightly against the wall. He still wore the pair of silver-rimmed glasses, and most of the coldness in his cold black eyes was covered.
Yan Wei paused for a moment with the hand on the doorknob.
Even if it was the second time he went upstairs, he was actually with Yan Mingguang all the time. But at this moment, the missing memory mosaic came back, and Yan Wei thought of the danger of their last copy.
In order to let them die, another Yan Mingguang appeared in that dungeon—almost a fake, real? Even Yan Wei couldn't recognize him, and even almost died because he recognized the wrong person at the beginning.
Later, the dungeon became more and more dangerous, and Yan Wei couldn't take care of himself. Other high-level players in the dungeon died one after another, and in the end... only the two of them were left alive.
Before Yan Wei entered the dungeon, he had already expected that his trip would be difficult. He is different from other players, his purpose is to get the Pandora's Box, and wish that everything will end, let Lou destroy himself under the mechanism of Pandora's Box, so that the copy of the world inside the building will no longer appear.
This obviously offended the consciousness that might have been born out of Lou.
So both he and Yan Mingguang stayed behind.
They were actually successful in the end, but Yan Wei's memory only ends there. The next step is the copy of the Promenade Hotel that he entered on the first floor. For a reason, he and Yan Mingguang were formatted. It's just that he and Yan Mingguang had already left behind, and now they have all recovered their memories and got back the sealed data.
Yan Wei looked up at Yan Mingguang, without moving.
Yan Mingguang seemed to raise his hand, but the movement was not large, and he finally put it down.
After a while, Yan Wei blinked quickly, smiled, turned sideways, and said, "Come in."
Yan Mingguang raised his foot.
When the man walked past him, he stopped suddenly. Yan Wei only felt that Yan Mingguang was approaching suddenly, and his eyes were confused, and the man's kiss had already fallen.
But not in depth. The warmth only stayed on his lips for a moment, and Yan Mingguang's hand holding his arm was so hard that Yan Wei felt a little pain, but the kiss that fell was barely enough.
Same as their current state, although they have always been close at hand, they seem to be reunited after a long absence.
Afterwards, Yan Mingguang let go of him, paused, and then walked into the room.
Yan Wei chuckled, closed the door, and said, "The dungeon was released last time, and you were at the party in my room, you? The reason why you came last is because you came from the center?"
Before entering the puppet castle dungeon, Yan Wei organized a party and called Lin Zhen and others. On the contrary, Yan Mingguang was the last one to arrive. Although Yan Wei noticed it at the time, he didn't ask. Now that I think about it, it may be that Yan Mingguang recovered his memory and data earlier than him, and he has been assigned to the residence of the world's top players in the building, so Too long to come
Yan Mingguang nodded.
Yan Wei skillfully took out a bottle of red wine from the refrigerator, slowly opened it, and said while pouring the wine: "It's the second time to log in, but it's a pity that I didn't realize it when I formatted it, or I will drag you? Please correct your name information?"
Yan Mingguang turned his head to look at him, the corners of his mouth that had not been curved all year round slightly raised, and he said slowly: "Same."
"It just reads the same, but I still regret it. Why didn't I tell you clearly when I chose the name? How did you write the word 'Yan'?"
Having said that, Yan Wei just wanted to tease Yan Mingguang, and started their "reunion after a long time" conversation with this topic he often brought up before. Saying that he remembered everything, he always felt a little hypocritical, so if he didn't say anything, he felt that something was missing.
Holding the wine glass, he sat down opposite Yan Mingguang in front of the bar.
Before he could speak, there was another knock on the door.
Lin Qing didn't come out in the dungeon, Yan Mingguang was sitting opposite him, the person who came could only be Lin Zhen.
But this time Yan Wei didn't get up without hesitation to open the door like when Yan Mingguang came just now. His hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly, he closed his eyes, and sat there silently, without moving for a while.
He didn't know how to face Lin Zhen.
"Some things always have to be faced," Yan Mingguang said, "He should have been aware of this dungeon."
"But I don't know how to say it."
Yan Wei raised his hand to raise his glass, and took a sip, the strong aroma of the wine wafted out, making one unable to resist the desire to take another sip. But he put down the goblet slowly, and said hesitantly, "Some things cannot be faced objectively even with reason and logic."
"I don't know how I should tell him that he's really just an accessory."
An appendage of all the negative personality and emotion combinations that he split from Lin Qing with the moon wheel.