After Bai Youwei left, Shen Mo took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit one for himself.
A nurse came over and reminded: "Mr. Shen, smoking is not allowed here."
"Oh, I'm sorry." Shen Mo squeezed the cigarette and did not snuff it out immediately. He looked around and asked, "Is there any smoking place nearby?"
Nurse: "Go ahead and turn right is the stairwell."
Shen Mo nodded, took the cigarette and went to the front.
Between the stairwell and the medical area, there was a heavy fire safety door, which was opened, and a gust of cold wind was on the face.
Someone opened the stairwell window.
Shen Mo saw Yan Qingwen leaning against the window, holding the cigarette between his fingers, took a few puffs, saw him, and pressed the cigarette butt that had burned to ashes on the metal window lattice.
"Aren't you cold?" Shen Mo came over and asked.
Yan Qingwen shook his head slowly, lit another one, and held it between his other hands.
Shen Mo smiled and walked to the window.
The sky outside was pale, a little bluish gray, and the branches of the trees downstairs were swaying bare, as if they were afraid of the cold like a person, shivering in the biting cold wind.
Yan Qingwen glanced over and asked with a smile, "You don't smoke often."
"Well, occasionally." Shen Mo said lightly, "smoking is harmful to health."
Yan Qingwen smiled when he heard the words, put his eyes blank among the buildings outside the window, and said, "Maybe it will die tomorrow, who can care about their health."
Shen Mo asked, "Why, the game didn't go well this time?"
Yan Qingwen shook his head, "A group of people are fighting to the death, it's not a matter of luck, it's just a fluke."
"Yes." Shen Mo let out a breath of smoke and said calmly, "There are two more games, I don't know what the final match will be like..."
Yan Qingwen was silent for a moment and said, "I may not see the final match."
Shen Mo raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced over.
"Next time, I will surrender." Yan Qingwen flicked the ash and said, "You and Bai Youwei have to cheer, don't let us down."
Shen Mo was a little surprised and asked, "Have you run into trouble?"
"No." Yan Qingwen's tone was calm, as if he had thought about it carefully, "I just changed my mind and don't want to play anymore. The remaining two battles, one battle 10, requires eight people, and the other 20, needs ten people, I don't have the confidence to take these guys out of the game intact."
He sighed with a self-deprecating tone: "Although I really want to know the truth of this world, if someone dies because of this, frankly, I don't know if it's worth it..."
Yan Qingwen said, and looked at the steel puppet standing beside him. This puppet, which looked like Lu Ang, was much older and had a lot of scratches on his body. It could be seen that it had rescued Yan Qingwen more than once.
After Lu Ang was gone, it took Yan Qingwen a long time to come out. If something happened to others, he probably wouldn't know how to deal with it.
The truth of the game, the life of his friends, if he had to choose between the two, he chose the latter.
"I heard that you guys were hurt badly this time, have you considered the worst outcome?" Yan Qingwen looked at Shen Mo and suggested seriously, "If not, it's best to start thinking now... Who can let go and which ones? People can't let go."
"I understand..." Shen Mo looked into the distance and whispered, "But if you don't do it, you will feel unwilling."
Yan Qingwen took a deep breath of the cigarette, exhaled pale white smoke, and said lightly: "I am not reconciled, I also want to win."
But he can't… .
You can't risk other people's lives just because you want to win. How many of these people in the labyrinth war are seeking the truth? How many are involuntarily pushed forward