Chapter 204

Mo Yi opened his eyes suddenly.

The chaotic mind was filled with buzzing white noise, the noisy current sound was still in the ear, the sore pain rose from the joints, he gasped violently, cold sweat dripped all over his body, his pupils were slightly enlarged, and his eyes were dazzling White.

He blinked dullly, and the outline of the ceiling gradually became clear in sight.

Mo Yi held up his upper body with some difficulty, and it took him a long time to recognize his surroundings.

—He was lying on the bed in his room at the moment.

A faint warm wind was blowing from the partially covered window, and the curtains were gently moved, making it inexplicably hot.

Mo Yi reached out and held his cold sweaty forehead, his knuckles were stiff and numb. He closed his eyes and breathed slowly.

Sure enough, when he woke up from the copy, he felt as if spinning around, no matter how long he couldn't get used to it.

After a long time, he finally lowered his palm, glanced casually over the back of his hand, and could not help but pause.

On the ring finger of his left hand, the familiar ruby ​​ring shone brightly in the summer sun, like solidified blood, in stark contrast to the pale complexion. The snake ring ring looked extravagant and beautiful.

Sure enough, it followed the real world.

Mo Yi breathed out a sigh of relief slowly, his feet fell to the ground, he had recovered his clear eyes and turned around in his room-the room was empty, and there was no familiar figure in any corner.

He froze for a while, and a clear question slowly emerged in his mind.

Smell it?

Mo Yi frowned, and his chest tightened slightly. He rose from the bed, his palms getting cold for a moment.

He carefully thought about what he had done before the end of the last copy, and ensured that every detail went through his mind without any omissions, trying to analyze every frame every second, looking for any possibility he might have. Missing details and clues.

Finally, Mo Yi tightened his fingers.

He remembered.

At the moment when the familiar electronic sound sounded in his ear, his consciousness gradually fell into chaos, and in the dimness, he saw the thick white mist wall in front of him was torn by the dark and thick turbid stream like a fragile piece of paper. The mist, which sheltered and sheltered itself, was quickly swallowed up, revealing the shadow of the copy-the whole house seems to have just transformed a part, the original gorgeous old Baroque building and modern reinforced concrete are interwoven, and under the white wall is The light blue data link is flowing, and the other half of the wallpaper is under turbulent viscous pigments. Different types of materials are stacked on each other, and the viscous black mucus is slightly shared with a strange attitude. But it still couldn't stop the huge torrent that rushed to it-it broke through the walls and gaps in the wall, violently and violently hit the barriers that tear the mist.

The last picture Mo Yi saw before losing consciousness was that Wen Yan's chest was blocked between himself and the black thick torrent.

The cold embrace hugged him densely, blocking all danger.

Mo Yi lowered her eyes expressionlessly, her pale **** lips drew sharp lines, her heart was noisy and cluttered, her fingers tightened slightly, and she seemed to want to grasp something subconsciously.

He remembered what the ring had said.

If you do not ingest energy in the copy for such a long time, this state of inability to make ends meet will gradually make Wen Yan weak, and even make him vulnerable to the ring in the previous copy, and the power to resist the attack of the game for a long time In the head-to-head confrontation at the end of the game, Wen Yi was in a very unfavorable position.

This forced him to think about the worst.

At this moment, Mo Yi's fingers on his side suddenly felt a slight flow in the air, as if a ray of breeze flowed around his fingers, lingering against his fingertip Mosuo, so familiar that he could not help but slightly Eyes widened.

this is……

He moved his fingers subconsciously.

Mo Yi suddenly responded, picking up his mobile phone on the bedside table, his cold fingertip quickly pressed on the screen a few times, 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. After a long time, the keyboard slowly showed signs of pressing, but the speed was very slow, and I paused from time to time. It took me a while to finish the sentence:

"Fortunately, just not enough energy to materialize."

Mo Yi was relieved.

Before he could speak again, I saw the shallow marks on the keyboard again. Typing word by word:

"You are not allowed to go out and find someone else."

Mo Yi was so anxious that he was so weird with the words of Wen Yi that he raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, compromising:

"Okay, I won't go."

The soft tangled feeling came from the tip of the finger again, and the thin inside of the wrist was drawn along the sensitive inner side of the finger, covering the entire palm of Mo Yi, Mo Yi slightly opened his five fingers, and let the flowing air flow through the gap between his fingers. Brushing on the back of his hand, as if tangling with the air fingers.

Just then, he suddenly remembered something and asked:

"By the way, the ring in the previous copy has come to the real world. Will it have autonomous thinking or entity like you?"

Mo Yi really didn't want to have another back spirit in his room.

The phone screen flickered and the words came out: "No."

Mo Yi frowned in doubt, and seemed to want to ask something, only to see that the keyboard continued to tap:

"I'm different from it."

Mo Yi has heard this from more than one person.

At the beginning, Jiang Yuanbai, who escaped from the dead, told Mo Yi that Wen Yan was not among those who were engulfed by the game and became game nourishment. According to the ring's attitude to Wen Yan's flashing words in the copy, I am afraid that it does not belong to the ring. It originally exists in the real world and is absorbed by the game into the boss. Then he naturally cannot establish the interdependent symbiotic relationship with the game, and he is not even fixed. The copy is more like a bug that does not belong to any part, as if it is a ghost that runs between the copy and the copy.

Mo Yi fell into deep thought, and a line again appeared on the keyboard interrupted his thinking:

"I should sleep for a while."

He nodded. "Well."

There were no more traces of touch on the screen, and it slowly dimmed.

Mo Yi breathed a sigh of relief slowly. The burden that had been pressing on his heart just now seemed to be finally unloaded. He turned and walked to the bedside. He picked up the familiar piece of paper on the bedside table and took it. Turned over.

It is still familiar plain white paper, without the slightest pattern on it, written in plain black font:

"Congratulations on your successful escape, thank you for your participation, and wish you a happy life."

Mo Yi turned the note to the back, and the next time was written on the back of the note:

"The next game starts 12 days later, please prepare the players."

He hesitated for a moment, subconsciously calculating in his heart, and suddenly realized that after 12 days ...

It happened to be August 14th.

Mo Yi's expression gradually condensed. In the illusion of the last copy, before those huge computers were swallowed up, at the last moment, he hit this date on the screen that gradually lost its color, and this was his next time. He could not explain by coincidence the date of entering the copy.

There was a strange and weird feeling in his heart, as if the dark clouds were suffocating on the top of the head with a thick cloud peak. The ominous feeling shrouded Mo Yi's heart, causing him a little panic.

He slowly took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the vague anxiety in his heart.

Last time Mo Yi was prevented from entering the props store by the game, so this time there were no other things in his room that did not belong to him-after simply looking around the room, he was sure there was nothing missing. , So I put the note in my hand back to the original position and reopened my phone screen.

The message he sent to Jiang Yuanrou:

[I'm back, where are you? 】

After sending the news, Mo Yi went to take a simple shower. After half an hour, he changed his clothes and walked out of the bathroom. His fingers with steam still opened the screen of the mobile phone, but there was no prompt for any new news.

Jiang Yuanrou did not reply.

Mo Yi raised her eyebrows slightly—this is Jiang Yuanrou's personal account. As long as there is no very urgent matter, Jiang Yuanrou will not return the news for so long. It is very likely that she is still 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 sending, the phone buzzed twice: [Have you gotten out of the copy? I'm going now]

Mo Yi replied: "No, where are you? 】

The phone vibrated twice, and Jiang Yuanbai sent himself a location, a villa in the suburb.

Mo Yi reached for the key on the cabinet in front of the door and turned out.

After a while, he finally came to the position marked on the positioning. The beautiful and delicate small building looked quiet and elegant in the afterglow of summer. Jiang Yuanbai was waiting for him at the door of the villa, he was holding a Unlit cigarettes, staring at the ground not far away with some empty eyes.

He looks very different from before.

The game changed him, and Mo Yi couldn't help but secretly startled.

Jiang Yuanbai raised his eyes. When he saw Mo Yi, his face was so calm that he even had some woody expressions finally brought on some lively familiar faces. Then, he shouted:

"Brother Mo."

Mo Yi nodded at him and walked over.

Jiang Yuanbai pulled out a small chip from his pocket and handed it to Mo Yi:

"My sister gave it to me for safekeeping before entering the copy. Should you just do this?"

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