Chapter 204

Mo Yi suddenly opened his eyes.

Chaos' mind was filled with buzzing white noise, and the sizzling sound of electric current seemed to be still in his ears. The bitter pain rose from the joints. He gasped violently, sweating all over his body, his pupils dilated slightly, and there was dazzling whiteness in front of him.

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

Mo Yi had some difficulty supporting his upper body, and it took him a long time to recognize the environment around him.

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

A faint warm wind blew out of the half-closed window, gently wiping the curtains, making people feel inexplicably hot.

Mo Yi reached out and pressed his cold sweaty forehead, his knuckles were stiff and numb. He closed his eyes and slowly took a breath.

Sure enough, he felt like he was spinning when he woke up from the dungeon, and no matter how long it took him to get used to it.

After a long time, he finally put down his palm and his eyes passed by 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 shone brightly in the summer sun, like solidified blood, in sharp contrast with the pale skin color. The snake-shaped ring looks luxurious and beautiful.

Sure enough, it still came to the real world.

Mo Yi slowly let out a sigh of relief, his feet fell to the ground, and he had already returned to a clear vision and turned around 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 and his chest tightened slightly. He stood up from the bed, his palms suddenly became cold.

He carefully recalled what happened before the end of the last copy, making sure that every detail was passed in his mind without any omission, trying to take out every frame and every second to analyze, looking for any details and clues he might have missed.

Finally, Mo Yi's fingers suddenly tightened.

He remembered it.

The moment the familiar electronic sound sounded in his ear, his mind gradually fell into chaos. In the haze, he saw the rich white fog wall in front of him torn apart like a fragile piece of paper, and the mist that blocked him was quickly swallowed up, revealing the appearance of the copy being covered. The whole house seemed to have just transformed a part, the originally gorgeous and ancient Baroque buildings and modern steel and cement intertwined. Under the snow-white wall was a flowing light blue data link, and under the other half of the wallpaper was a surging and flowing viscous pigment. Different kinds of materials were stacked on each other, slightly sharing the viscous black mucus in a strange posture, but it still could not stop the huge torrent that rushed to him - it broke through the gap between the walls and the walls, and surging and violently impacting the barriers that tear the fog.

The last scene Mo Yi saw before losing consciousness was Wen Chen's chest blocking between himself and the black sticky torrent.

The cold hug wrapped him tightly, blocking all dangers.

Mo Yi lowered his eyes expressionlessly, his pale and bloodless lips pursed into sharp lines, his heart was noisy and messy, his fingers tightened slightly, as if he wanted to subconsciously grasp something.

He recalled what the ring once said.

If you haven't taken energy in the dungeon for such a long time, this state of inadequate income will cause Wen Chen to gradually become weak, and even make him easily affected by the ring in the previous dungeon. The power consumed to resist the invasion of the game for a long time will be in a very unfavorable position in the head-on confrontation with the last moment of the game.

This forced him to think in the worst way.

At this moment, Mo Yi's fingers hanging beside him suddenly felt the slight flow in the air, as if a breeze was flowing around his fingers, lingeringly pressing against his fingertips. Such a familiar touch made him widen his eyes slightly.

This is……

He subconsciously closed his fingers slightly.

Mo Yi suddenly reacted, reached into the bedside table and took out his phone, and quickly clicked his cold fingertips on the screen a few times, and the keyboard popped up on the blank screen.

He took a deep breath and asked slowly:

"How are you now?"

The screen of the phone was quiet. After a long time, the pressing marks appeared slowly on the keyboard, but the speed was very slow. I paused from time to time, and it took a while to type the complete sentence:

"Fortunately, it just didn't have enough energy to materialize."

Mo Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

Before he could speak again, he saw a light mark of pressing on the keyboard on the screen again, and he typed word by word:

"You are not allowed to go out and find anyone."

Mo Yi's solemn and worried mood was amused by Wen Chen's words. He raised his hand and rubbed his forehead and compromised:

"Okay, I won't go."

A soft tangle feeling came from the tip of his fingers again, and he cut along the sensitive inner side of his fingers to the thin wrist bones, covering Mo Yi's palms. Mo Yi slightly opened his five fingers, allowing the flowing airflow to pass through the gaps in his fingers and brushed across the back of his hand, as if he was tangling with the air five fingers.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered something and asked:

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

Mo Yi really didn't want another behind the scenes in his room that he couldn't get rid of.

The phone screen flashed, and the words appeared: "No."

Mo Yi frowned in confusion, as if he wanted to ask something, but he saw that the keyboard was still typing:

“I’m different from it.”

Mo Yi has heard this sentence from more than one person.

Jiang Yuanbai, who escaped from death at first, told Mo Yi that Wen Chen was not among those who were swallowed by the game and became the nutrients for the game. According to the ring's evasive attitude towards Wen Chen in the dungeon, Wen Chen probably did not belong to the ring. The boss who originally existed in the real world and was then absorbed into the dungeon by the game, then he naturally could not establish an interdependent symbiotic relationship with the game. Moreover, he did not even have a fixed dungeon, but was more like a bug that did not belong to any part, wandering between the dungeons like a ghost.

Mo Yi fell into deep thought, and a line of words that appeared on the keyboard interrupted his thoughts:

“I should be sleeping for a while.”

He nodded: "Yeah."

There was no trace of being touched on the screen, and it slowly darkened.

Mo Yi breathed a sigh of relief slowly, and the burden that had been pressing on his heart since the beginning seemed to have finally been removed a little. He turned around and walked to the bedside, picked up the familiar piece of paper placed on the bedside table, and turned it open.

It is still familiar plain white paper with no pattern on it, and it is written in plain bold words:

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

Mo Yi turned the note behind him, and wrote the next time to the back of the note:

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

He was slightly stunned, subconsciously calculated in his mind, and suddenly realized that 12 days later...

It happened to be August 14th.

Mo Yi's expression gradually became solemn. In the illusion of the previous copy, before the huge computers were swallowed, he hit the date on the screen that was gradually losing color at the last moment. This was the date he would enter the copy next time, and he could not explain it by coincidence.

A strange and strange feeling surged in his heart, as if the suffocation of dark clouds accumulated over his head, the ominous feeling enveloped Mo Yi's heart, which made him feel a little nervous for a moment.

He took a deep breath slowly and forced the faint uneasiness in his heart.

Last time Mo Yi was blocked from entering the prop store by the game, so this time there was no other thing that did not belong to him in his room. After simply looking around the room, he confirmed that there was nothing missing, so he put the note in his hand back to his original position and opened his mobile phone screen again.

The message he sent to Jiang Yuanrou:

【I'm back, where are you?】

After sending the message, Mo Yi went to take a simple shower. Half an hour later, he changed his clothes and walked out of the bathroom. His fingers with water vapor were turning on the screen of his phone, but there was no prompt for new news.

Jiang Yuanrou did not reply.

Mo Yi raised his eyebrows slightly - this is Jiang Yuanrou's private account. Logically speaking, as long as there is no very urgent matter, Jiang Yuanrou will not not reply to messages for so long. Then it is very likely that she has not yet appeared in the dungeon.

——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 the sending, the phone buzzed twice: [Did you come out of the copy? I'll go there now]

Mo Yi replied: [No, where are you?]

The phone vibrated twice again, and Jiang Yuanbai sent him a positioning position, which was a villa on the outskirts of the city.

Mo Yi reached out and picked up the key placed on the cabinet in front of the door, turned around and went out.

Not long after, he finally arrived at the location marked in the position. The beautiful and exquisite building seemed quiet and elegant in the afterglow of summer. Jiang Yuanbai was already waiting for him at the door of the villa. He held a cigarette that had not yet been lit and stared at the ground not far away with a hollow look.

He looks very different from before.

Mo Yi couldn't help but feel secretly shocked by the game's changes to him.

Jiang Yuanbai raised his eyes. When he saw Mo Yi, his face was so calm that it was even a bit muddy, and he finally brought a familiar and lively look with Mo Yi. He reached out to take off the cigarette on his lips, smiled slightly, and shouted:

"Brother Mo."

Mo Yi nodded at him and walked over.

Jiang Yuanbai took out a small chip from his pocket and handed it to Mo Yi:
Chapter completed!