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Chapter 213 Chapter Two Hundred and Thirteen
Chapter Two Hundred and Thirteen
forgotten.
What a ruthless word.
All players who died in the dungeon will be like this, it is like some wrong data is generally deleted from the world, no one will remember them, they paid for it, and all the achievements established in this world will be erased , The people they loved and weeped will forget them without burden, as if they had never appeared in this world, and all the traces they left will be completely Clearing is as if it is an insignificant stain in the memory of the world, which is easily covered and erased.
The game makes their lives worthless and meaningless-except for those other players who were born and died with them, the whole world will forget them, and when these players also die, all related memories will be lost. Exist, they no longer exist.
In short, this is their social death.
Mo Yi felt that the blood on his body was instantly cold, and he slowly tightened his fingers, even if the manicured nails were deeply embedded in his palm, he still seemed ignorant.
He calmly said:
"Nothing, let's go."
The driver in the driver's seat gave him a suspicious look through the rearview mirror, and then started the vehicle.
The vehicle underneath slowly began to move, steadily driving towards the outside of the villa. The neon-like light dazzled into colorful lines on the windows of the night, and was blurred into out-of-focus spots by the speed of the cars. Changing light and shadow were printed on Mo Yi's side face.
Most of his face was immersed in the darkness, his eyes cast down slightly into the darkness, and there were very few expressions on his pale face.
Although it has been thought that Jiang Yuan Rou might not be able to survive this copy, Mo Yi still felt a ridiculous sense of unreality after the incident happened-there was not much sadness in his heart, only the nearly broken balloon Like a sense of weightlessness floating in the air.
Mo Yi couldn't feel that this was not his responsibility.
If it hadn’t been for him to hope that Jiang Yuan Rou would help to record how he left the real world and enter the instance, it would not prompt her to investigate...not to mention that he continued to dig deeper and eventually touched the game and would not disclose it. The taboo.
Even though Jiang Yuan Rou kindly comforted him in the video she left, Mo Yi still couldn't comfort herself with the same reason.
He clearly knew that this was his mistake, that he involved irrelevant people in a dangerous game between him and the game.
A heavy sense of guilt tied his limbs like a water-soaked sponge, pulling Mo Yi's body down slowly and unable to escape, and the sorrow that was as light as the thin snow of early winter finally emerged slowly.
Mo Yi has always been an emotional insulator-even in the orphanage where he grew up, he is a freak and outlier, even after he learns to hide his indifference and isolation with gentleness that is thousands of miles away. He is still a bystander in the world, an outsider hidden behind the screen and the Internet.
No one is important to him in this world, and he is the same to anyone.
After all, you never get it, you will never lose it.
But the game breaks Mo Yi's state of being independent of the world and the flow of people... It forces Mo Yi to begin to intersect with the world around him, even if he deliberately zoom out his position with others, try not to get close to him. The person in this country has emotional communication, using his habitual indifference and alienation to push everyone away-but even so, he is still unstoppable and has more and more contact with other people.
Mo Yi didn't feel much grief for Jiang Yuanrou's death.
Maybe it’s because he knew that such a result would happen sooner or later... Sooner or later, everyone would leave him, especially the fate of everyone was played by this terrifying and huge game. , Death is even more commonplace-he also kept a certain distance from all players with extreme caution, and did not have too many personal relationships with them, at best they could only be regarded as acquaintances and unfamiliar friends. Or a community of destiny tied to the same boat.
Mo Yi was just angry.
The game can bind him and other people together through crisis at will, or break this connection through death at will-he is angry at his own powerlessness, and at the same time angry at this game's freewheeling and unscrupulous.
In the darkness, there was still no extra emotion on Mo Yi's pale face, only a pair of dark, sinking eyes slightly converged.
If he wanted to take down this game before, it was just because he didn't want his fate to be dominated by other existences.
But now... his reasons have become more personal.
The gloomy anger winded in his heart like a black river, rushing and roaring and colliding in his heart, but it was deeply suppressed by the strong as ice reason, leaving a little dark vortex and undercurrent leaking out Some clues.
The vehicle reached its destination.
After Mo Yi nodded at the driver, he opened the door and walked down.
The lights in the villa are on, the door is not closed, and there are slight traces of warm yellow light leaking from the cracks in the door.
Chen Lei leaned against the wall and stood at the door. The silver-white lighter in his hand burst into flames and lit the cigarette between his lips.
He took a deep breath, and the dark red fire light on the cigarette butt suddenly brightened for a moment. White smoke spewed out from his mouth and nose, blurring his facial features. He glanced at Mo Yi through the smoke, and his voice was gentle and gentle. Smooth:
"Here."
Mo Yi climbed up the stairs and nodded at Chen Lei. Chen Lei turned around and pushed the door open and walked into the room first.
——The room is still occupied by countless fitness equipment. Even though Mo Yi hasn't been here for a long time, he still feels a familiar feeling of recurring the past, as if everything he has experienced in this room is like a tide in his mind Emerged in.
Chen Lei took the cigarette he had just lit and asked:
"What do you find me for?"
Mo Yi pursed his lips. He didn't know where to start. He took a deep breath, straightened out his thinking, and asked: "I wanted to ask you some questions, but I learned a very bad news on the road-Jiang Yuan Rou and she..."
Chen Lei's expression froze, and his fingers pressed slightly, almost cutting off the cigarette in his hand:
"What happened to Jiang Yuanrou?"
Mo Yi paused: "She may have died in this copy."
Chen Lei's face was ironic: "How did you know?"
Mo Yi took the conversation without pause, and replied: "The driver of her family has completely forgotten her existence."
Chen Lei was silent, his fingers rubbed the cigarette between his fingers subconsciously. Even if the hot cigarette ash splashed and fell on the skin, he could hardly feel the pain. After a while, he squeezed the cigarette out annoyingly and smashed it Throwing it on the ground and crushing it with a hard sole, the gushing emotion seemed to be suppressed in his chest and it was difficult to spit out, making his Adam's apple trembling and rolling, but he couldn't say a word.
Mo Yi stared at him quietly without urging.
Chen Lei's lips trembled, and a curse came out from his throat: "Fuck..."
He paused, as if the remaining words were diluted by the air, and Mo Yi only caught his almost trembling tail.
Chen Lei turned his head and coughed loudly, as if to conceal something. When he turned his head again, the intense and painful emotions on his face seemed to be covered by the deep sea-like composure, only the slightness of his eyes. Hong revealed some of his true emotions.
He took a cigarette out of the cigarette case and held it on his lips again, but it didn't light it.
This seemingly strong and indifferent man wore unconcealed sadness at the corners of his eyebrows and eyes. He said, “Actually, I thought of today, but I didn’t expect it to be so soon... Or we all have this day, maybe it’s just me. I deceive myself to be unacceptable..."
Mo Yi pulled a chair and sat down, listening quietly.
Chen Lei's cigarette butt on his lips trembled with his words: "She is so much stronger than me... Whether it is brain or ability, I thought it would be mine first, but I didn't expect... "
He gave a wry smile, then suddenly as if remembering something, he looked up at Mo Yi and asked:
"Eh, do you know? Jiang Yuan Rou actually brought me into the industry."
Mo Yi knew-she had told him the news when he first met Jiang Yuanrou, but he watched Shen Lei and shook his head slowly: "Really? I don't know this. "
Chen Lei seemed to be in interest, and his sudden burst of desire to talk made him almost speechless:
"I was very lucky at the time. I met Jiang Yuan Rou in the first instance I entered. She had already experienced several instances at the time, and she was very powerful—and I, don’t look at me as a big man. I was scared to death at the time. It was not a little bit worse than you at the time. She took me down basically the whole process. At that time, I thought...this woman looked small, gentle and gentle, but how? so smart……"
He put the cigarette on the cigarette and took a deep breath: "Then before the end of the copy, I told her my name and job, and asked if I could make friends. I didn't expect... After returning, she was really Come to me."
Mo Yi quietly listened to Shen Lei's narration about Jiang Yuanrou, without interjecting, but only occasionally echoed a few times, and the two of them talked until the night became deeper without knowing it.
Still still thinking about it, Chen Lei looked down at his watch and said in surprise, "...Why is it so late?"
Mo Yi nodded, got up from the chair, and said, "Yes, I should say goodbye too."
Chen Lei was stunned. Suddenly he seemed to think of something. He stopped Mo Yi who was turning and walking outside and asked, "Hey wait, didn't you say you want to ask me some questions?"
Mo Yi turned to look at him and smiled:
"Really, I don't remember."
After finishing speaking, he turned and walked out, his back facing Chen Lei and waved his hand. The thin figure was quickly swallowed by the heavy night, and he walked steadily toward the vehicle waiting for him outside, dark. There is no wave of ups and downs in his eyes.
——The price paid in this game with the game, he only needs to bear it.