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Chapter 204 Chapter Two Hundred and Four
Chapter Two Hundred and Four
Mo Yimeng opened his eyes.
The chaotic mind was filled with buzzing white noise, the sizzling electric sound seemed to be still in his ears, and the sore pain rose from the joints, he was panting violently, his body was dripping with cold sweat, his pupils were slightly enlarged, and his eyes were dazzling. White.
He blinked dullly, and the outline of the ceiling gradually became clear in his sight.
Mo Yi held up his upper body with some difficulty, and it took him a long time to recognize the environment around him.
——He is lying on the bed in his room at the moment.
The faint warm wind blowing from the half-covered window gently moved the curtains, making people feel inexplicably hot.
Mo Yishen pressed his hand on his cold and sweaty forehead, his knuckles were stiff and numb, he closed his eyes and took a breath slowly.
Sure enough, he felt like the world was spinning when he woke up from the copy, no matter how long he couldn't get used to it.
After a long time, he finally put down his palm, and his eyes passed over the back of his hand inadvertently, and he couldn't help but pause slightly.
On the ring finger of his left hand, the familiar ruby ring gleamed in the summer sun, like solidified blood, in sharp contrast with the pale skin tone. The snake-ring ring looked extravagant and beautiful.
Sure enough, it still followed the real world.
Mo Yi let out a sigh of relief, and his feet fell on the ground. He had already recovered his clear eyes and turned around in his room-the room was empty, and there was no familiar figure in any corner.
He was stunned for a while, and a clear question slowly emerged in his heart.
Where is Wen Chen?
Mo Yi frowned, his chest tightened slightly, he got up from the bed, his palms felt a little cold.
He carefully recalled what he had done before the end of the last copy, made sure that every detail was passed through in his mind without omission, tried to take out every frame and every second for analysis, looking for any possibilities for him. Missing details and clues.
Finally, Mo Yi tightened his fingers quickly.
He remembered.
As soon as the familiar electronic sound rang in his ears, his mind was gradually falling into chaos. In the dimness, he saw the thick white fog wall in front of him, like a fragile piece of paper, torn by the dark and viscous flow. Broken, the mist that shielded oneself was quickly swallowed, revealing the shaded appearance of the copy-the whole house seems to have just been transformed, the original gorgeous old Baroque architecture is intertwined with modern reinforced concrete, and the snow-white wall is underneath The light blue data link is flowing, and under the other half of the wallpaper is a turbulent flow of viscous paint. Different types of materials are stacked on top of each other, sharing the viscous gel-like black slime slightly in a strange manner. But it still couldn't stop the huge torrent that rushed to it-it broke through the gap between the wall and the wall, violently and violently assaulting the barrier that tore the mist.
The last picture Mo Yi saw before losing consciousness was that Wen Chen's chest was blocked between himself and the black viscous torrent.
The cold hug wrapped him tightly, blocking out all dangers.
Mo Yi lowered his eyes expressionlessly, his pale blood-loss lips pressed into sharp lines, his heart was noisy and chaotic, his fingers tightened slightly, as if he wanted to grasp something subconsciously.
He recalled what the ring had said.
Having not consumed energy in the dungeon for such a long time, this state of making ends meet will cause Wen Chen to gradually become weak, and even make him vulnerable to the ring in the last dungeon, while resisting the power of the game for a long time. In the final head-on confrontation with the game, Wen Chen came out of a very unfavorable position.
This made him have to think about the worst.
At this moment, Mo Yi's fingers hanging by his side suddenly felt a slight flow in the air, as if a breeze was flowing around the fingers, lingering against his fingertips, Mosuo, such a familiar touch made him feel slightly His eyes widened.
this is……
He subconsciously moved his fingers together slightly.
Mo Yi suddenly reacted, and reached for his mobile phone on the bedside table. His cold fingertips quickly pressed a few times on the screen, and the keyboard popped up on the blank screen.
He took a deep breath and slowly asked:
"How are you doing?"
The screen of the phone was quiet, and after a long time, the keyboard slowly showed signs of pressing, but the speed was very slow, with pauses from time to time, and it took a long time to type a complete sentence:
"Fortunately, there is not enough energy to materialize."
Mo Yisong sighed.
Before he could speak again, he saw the keyboard on the screen reappeared with shallow pressing marks, typing word by word:
"You are not allowed to go out to find others."
Mo Yi's original solemn and worried mood was dumbfounded by Wen Chen's words. He raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, then compromised:
"Okay, I'm not going."
A soft tangled feeling came from the fingertips again, along the sensitive inner side of the fingers to the thin wrist bone, covering the entire palm of Mo Yi, Mo Yi slightly opened his five fingers, letting the flowing air flow through the gap between his fingers, Brushing the back of his hand, it seemed to be entangled with five fingers in the air.
At this moment, he suddenly remembered something and asked:
"By the way, the ring in the last copy has also come to the real world. Will it have autonomous thinking or an entity like you?"
Mo Yi really didn't want to let another soul in his room that could not be shaken off.
The phone screen flickered, and the words appeared: "No."
Mo Yi frowned in confusion, as if he wanted to ask something, only to see that the keyboard was still tapping:
"I am different from it."
Mo Yi had heard this sentence from more than one person.
At first it was Jiang Yuanbai, who had escaped from the dead. He told Mo Yi that Wen Chen did not belong to those who were swallowed by the game and became the nourishment of the game. According to the ring’s evasive attitude towards Wen Chen in the copy, Wen Chen Chen is probably not part of the ring. It originally exists in the real world, and then is absorbed by the game into the boss in the copy. Then he naturally cannot establish that interdependent symbiotic relationship with the game, and he is not even fixed. The copy of, and more like a bug that does not belong to any part, it seems like a ghost that flows between the copy and the copy.
Mo Yi fell into deep thought, and a line of words appeared on the keyboard again interrupted his thoughts:
"I should sleep for a while."
He nodded: "Yeah."
There were no more signs of being touched on the screen, and it slowly dimmed.
Mo Yi let out a sigh of relief. The burden that had been pressing on his heart from a moment ago seemed to be finally lifted. He turned and walked to the bedside, picked up the familiar piece of paper on the bedside table, and took it. Turned it over.
It is still a familiar plain white paper, without the slightest pattern on it, and it says in plain bold letters:
"Congratulations on your successful escape, thank you for your participation, and wish you a happy life."
Mo Yi turned the note to his back, and wrote the next time on the back of the note:
"The next game starts 12 days later, please be prepared."
He was taken aback for a moment, subconsciously calculated in his heart, and suddenly realized that after 12 days...
It happens to be August 14th.
Mo Yi's expression gradually became serious. In the illusion of the last copy, before those huge computers were swallowed, at the last moment, the date was stamped on the gradually losing color screen, and this was his next time. He couldn't explain the date of entering the copy by coincidence.
A weird and weird sensation surged in his heart, as if the suffocation of dark clouds accumulating into a thick cloud peak above his head. The ominous feeling enveloped Mo Yi's heart, making him a little flustered for a while.
He slowly took a deep breath and forced the vague sense of anxiety in his heart to suppress.
Last time Mo Yi was blocked by the game from entering the item shop, so this time there were no other things in his room that did not belong to him. After simply looking around the room, he made sure that there was nothing missing. , So he put the note in his hand back to its original position and reopened his mobile phone screen.
His message to Jiang Yuanrou:
[I'm back, where are you? 】
After sending the message, Mo Yi simply took a shower. After half an hour, he changed his clothes and walked out of the bathroom. His fingers with water vapor were tapping the phone screen, but there was no new message prompt.
Jiang Yuan Rou did not reply.
Mo Yi raised her eyebrows a little—this is Jiang Yuan Rou’s personal account. It stands to reason that as long as there is nothing very urgent, Jiang Yuan Rou would not not reply to the news for such a long time, so it is very likely that she is still It did not appear in the copy.
-At least this is the best case.
He thought about it and sent a text message to Jiang Yuanbai: [Are you there? 】
Not long after it was sent, the phone buzzed twice: 【Are you out of the copy? I will go now]
Mo Yi replied: [No, where are you? 】
The phone shook twice again, and Jiang Yuan Bai sent himself a location, which was a villa on the outskirts of the city.
Mo Yishen picked up the key on the cabinet in front of the door, turned around and walked out.
Not long after, he finally came to the position marked on the positioning. The beautiful and exquisite small building looked calm and elegant in the afterglow of summer. Jiang Yuan Bai was already waiting for him at the door of the villa, with a stick in his mouth. The unlit cigarettes stared hollowly at the ground not far away.
He looks very different from before.
The game's changes to him made Mo Yi secretly startled.
Jiang Yuan Bai raised his eyes. When he saw Mo Yi, his face was so calm and even dull that he finally took on a familiar and lively look on his face. He stretched out his hand to remove the cigarette from his lips and smiled slightly. And shouted:
"Mo Xiaoge."
Mo Yi nodded at him and walked over.
Jiang Yuan Bai took out a small chip from his pocket and handed it to Mo Yi:
"My sister gave me the custody of the copy before entering. You should be for this, right?"