Tang Xiaojian confidently dropped a word in the team channel and quit the game directly.
Going offline when unhappy is a trick he often uses. He doesn't want to explain too much, and he doesn't want to give people a chance to explain.
This, the other three in the team have long been used to it.
After Jianxin went offline, the Tang Sect gang channel fought.
Die Shen: "Hello everyone. Newly joined Tang Sect, please show me a lot!"
Ye already Luo: "Didn't you say that I love to hug my thighs? Why, do you come to hug them too?"
The flowers are not blooming: "Yes, yes, it's such a big irony."
Destroying God: "It is only natural for people to go to high places."
Dongfang Rumeng: "Let's talk about it, what is your purpose in coming to Tang Sect?"
Desperate God: "Miss Rumeng, I have told Brother Jian clearly what I should say. I don't need to explain it to you again, right?"
Jia Meng didn’t want to break with Mie Shen, but felt that the fact that Mie Shen joined the Tang Sect was like a mouse droppings into the delicacy. It was so nauseating that the sense of victory and accomplishment gained in the evening game was so uncomfortable. Nothing exists.
She wanted to leave a message to Jianxin, and communicate with him about destroying the gods.
However, it was late at night, and Tang Xiaojian must have gone offline and really went to bed.
In the hospital the night before, the embarrassing scene of the two chatting in the game through the curtain is still vivid.
She couldn't understand Tang Xiaojian more and more, whether in reality or in games.
She was very grateful for him to take care of her as always, to accommodate her, and once annoyed why she didn't fall in love with him.
She wanted to get close to him and accept him from the bottom of her heart, but like the Monkey King in Seventy-two Changes, he always showed unexpected versatility, which made her daunting.
The wedding is approaching, Tang Xiaojian and Jia Meng are like two fish that are about to be caught, waiting to be slaughtered.
For them, the game is a sea where they can swim freely.
The closer they are to the wedding, the more they panic.
If we have to say that they have something in common, it is to create a brilliant game experience before losing their freedom...
Jia Meng sighed and was about to shut down and sleep, but just happened to see Tang Xiaojian sending a WeChat message.
"Baby, good night."
"Good night." Jia Meng replied casually.
"I really regret not playing the fantasy game version with you back then."
"It's all over, why do you say that?" ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм
"Because..." Tang Xiaojian, who is full of cross-server arena competitions, really wanted to tell him about his addiction to the game, but he stopped talking, "It's nothing. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have agreed to send you to a psychiatric hospital..."
"I don't remember anymore. Go to sleep."
Jia Mengyun replied lightly and closed his eyes.
She was almost sleepless in the hospital the night before, and soon fell asleep.
In the dream, she returned to the scene two years ago.
In a dilapidated rental house, the only valuable object in the house seems to be a computer on a desk, with pictures of fantasy games hanging on the computer screen.
She saw that she was lying on the table and fell asleep, but her ears could clearly hear the conversation between Tang Xiaojian and Jia Tianming.
"Hey, Uncle Jia, this is Xiaojian, and Mengmeng fainted again at home today. This is the third time this month..."
"Is she still addicted to games, lost in spirit every day, and refuses to go out?"
"Yes... I'm taking her to the hospital now."
"How many times have I told you that you are going to send her to a psychiatric hospital. She is addicted to the Internet and must be treated with electric shock intervention. Normal hospitals cannot cure her."
"Yes... Uncle Jia."
When she opened her eyes again, she was already in the hospital and saw herself lying weakly on the white sheets.
She felt that she had a splitting headache, and a torrent of strong currents entered her brain nerves one after another, spreading to her whole body.
She tried to get up, but found that she had a hanging bottle on her wrist.
She wanted to scream, but found that she was wearing an oxygen mask on her head.
The doctor wearing a white lab coat and a cyan mask looked at him with dumb eyes, as if saying to her: "Go to sleep, you won't remember anything when you wake up..."
…
"No!" Jia Meng, who hadn't dreamed for a long time, woke up from the nightmare.
Her heart was beating violently, as if it was about to hit her chest and flew out.
The curtains of the room were not drawn properly. Through the gaps of the floor-to-ceiling windows, you could still see the black cloth-like night sky outside the window. You could not see the moon or stars at night.
The Jia’s small courtyard in the suburbs is like a cage in the dark, keeping her in captivity.
She turned on the phone and saw the words Tang Xiaojian said before going to bed on WeChat, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have agreed to send you to a mental hospital..."
Jia Meng understood everything instantly.
The scene that was just seen in the dream is not so much a nightmare, but rather the awakening of memory.
What happened to the fantasy end game that year that made her addicted to the Internet and was sent to a mental hospital for treatment
She wanted to understand everything that happened in the past like never before.
But, who can help her
Tsing Yi man!
Jia Meng couldn't help but open the phone address book, and found the note t, a string of foreign numbers that had been memorized.
She still remembers that when she was still living in Tang Xiaojian's apartment a few months ago, she wanted to make this call when she was dreaming back at midnight.
This person may be the only clue!
At midnight, she was the only one in the room, and Aunt Liu was already asleep. Jia Meng trembling his fingers, pressed the dial key.
At this time, the most luxurious Ma family single-family villa in Q city.
A loud mobile phone rang, piercing the night sky.
Marley, who was also in his sleep, sat up in shock.
He found the old mobile phone hidden in the corner of the room and saw the only saved number calling.
This is the mobile phone he used when he was in Australia. Since returning home, the number has been closed.
He always keeps his cell phone open, just to wait for the day when the only number saved in the address book will call him. New 81 Chinese network update the fastest computer terminal: https://
On this day, at this midnight, he finally waited!
"Hey."
"You... OK." Jia Meng heard a familiar male voice, so nervous that he couldn't even say hello, "I'm sorry to disturb you so late."
"I'm in Australia, and it's early in the morning local time. You didn't bother me."
"Have you ever played a game called Mirage? It was out of service about a year ago..."
"Have."
"Then do you know someone named "East as a Dream" in the game?"
"Also."
"You... OK. I'm the East as a dream."
"I know."
"Excuse me, were we familiar with the game back then?"
"Yeah. We are gaming lovers."
"Then can you tell me, what have we experienced in the game back then?"
"No."
"Sorry to interrupt." Jia Meng was embarrassed and was about to hang up.
"How can you tell the story of ten years clearly overnight?"