Chapter 47

Mo Yi suddenly bounced off the bed, sweating profusely on his body, and his heart beat very fast.

He gasped slightly, looked around at the environment around him in a daze, and it took him a while to recover.

He is back.

Unlike the feeling of being so upset when he woke up last time, he obviously adapted a lot this time.

There was darkness in front of me, covering the entire room. The dim morning light accompanied by the curtains that had never been covered by the night, illuminating the furniture in the room with a blurry outline, looking familiar and unfamiliar.

Mo Yi subconsciously turned his head to look at the electronic clock beside the bed. Lan Yingying's time on it looked particularly eye-catching:

4:20:01

It was the same moment he entered the game.

The line of small words above shows today's date: May 12th.

It took him 36 hours to enter the game.

Mo Yi let out a long sigh - Jiang Yuanrou was right, the flow rate of time in the game and the time in reality is two to one. He spent three days in the game, which is equivalent to spending one and a half days in reality.

Mo Yi moved his stiff shoulders and neck slightly, and the numb feeling instantly spread.

He supported his arms around the bed and sat up against the head of the bed.

In the darkness, Mo Yi reached out to grop on the wall, and then turned on the bedside lamp with a "click".

The soft light yellow light illuminated, illuminating the whole room. Mo Yi looked at everything familiar in front of him and couldn't help feeling a little dazed.

He quickly calmed down and reached out to pick up the note that appeared on his bedside table.

The light at the head of the bed was dyed with a slight dizzy yellow on the delicate and white paper, and it was shiny with a light luster. It was written in low-key bold words: "Congratulations on your successful escape, thank you for your participation, and I wish you a happy life."

Although it was not the first time I met, Mo Yi still felt that he was full of complaints - after one escape game, how could this life be happy?

He turned the note behind his back and saw a line of words written on it: "The next game starts ten days later, please prepare the player."

Below this line of words, there is a line of black small words written: "Congratulations on finding the hidden side line. You can receive side quest rewards next time you enter the game. I wish you a happy game."

Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, and his pale face was dyed with a little blood color by the soft light.

Ten days...

He seemed to have thought of something, and reached out to his phone that he placed on the bedside table casually. After unlocking the screen, a text message from Jiang Yuanrou automatically jumped out. It was two days ago: [Send me a message to report your safety after you come back, Momo]

Mo Yi pursed his lips, and his slender fingers flexibly leaped on the screen: [Peace]

The message has been sent.

But it's only four o'clock now, so it's estimated that Jiang Yuanrou is awake. It's probably early tomorrow morning when she recovers.

Mo Yi quit the text message interface, the lit blue screen was reflected in his pupils, his fingers paused in the air for a long time, and then bought a plane ticket to City A online.

——City a, is the city where the school in the first copy is located.

A slight vibration came from the phone, indicating that the payment had been successful.

Mo Yi took a deep breath, as if he had taken off some burden.

He sat up straight and stretched out his stiff body. The cold sweat behind him made his shirt sticky to his skin, which was extremely uncomfortable.

Mo Yi put his legs off the bed, put on slippers neatly placed on the floor, and prepared to go to the bathroom to take a shower.

At this moment, Mo Yi's movement suddenly stopped, and his eyes fell straight on the ground in front of his bedside table.

That place was a dead corner, and he couldn't see it when he was lying on the bed.

And when he sat up, there was no surprise that it jumped into his eyes.

It was a brown teddy bear, quietly leaning against the bedside table. Although the fluff on its body was a little old, it was well maintained. It shone with a soft luster under the warm-toned light, and its black eyes were clean and clear, not at all like the dusty appearance before.

A thin white line was wrapped around its neck, and a folded piece of paper fell on it.

Mo Yi subconsciously held his breath and stared at the teddy bear that looked extremely familiar, as if he was afraid of disturbing it.

He slowed down, stretched out his somewhat stiff hand, picked up the teddy bear on the ground, and then opened the note hanging around the teddy bear's neck.

It has the exact same texture and font as the previous note:

"Dear players: This is a rare prop that NPCs in the game will give you independently, please use it with caution."

Independent grant?

Mo Yi was stunned, remembering the soft "thanks" that dissipated in his ears when he was in the dungeon.

His heart suddenly softened, and his fingertips were wrapped softly in the brown fluff of the teddy bear, rubbing against his fingertips, a little itchy.

Suddenly, at this moment, a trace of solemnity appeared between Mo Yi's eyebrows and eyes.

——This garbage game only tells him that it is a rare prop, but it doesn’t tell him how to use it at all! Isn’t this the same as his scam novice gift pack?

Mo Yi took a last look at the ribbon that was still wrapped around his wrist, and a regret flashed in his eyes as much as Jiang Yuanrou was the first.

It looks pretty good...it's just useless!

Last time, he valued several props and was about to start - the things in the store were refreshed randomly, and it was just a matter of whether he could encounter these things again when entering the store next time.

Mo Yi took a deep breath and suppressed the fire in his heart - a garbage game!

At this moment, he heard his cell phone on the bedside table vibrate twice, and the screen lights up: The text message is coming.

Mo Yi raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect that Jiang Yuanrou had not yet slept at such a night.

He reached out and grabbed the phone, and the new message was displayed on the screen: [You are fine! I am really worried about you these two days, Momo!]

Mo Yi hesitated for a moment and replied: [Thank you]

【…】Jiang Yuanrou instantly replied to a string of ellipses.

Immediately afterwards, as if Mo Yi was not given time to reply, the next new message emerged: [You will die of chatting like this! So cold! Sad!]

Next is a string of crying words.

Mo Yi: "..." Why is this person so energetic in the middle of the night?

He was about to put his phone back on the bedside table, but he seemed to suddenly remember something-

Mo Yi's fingertips moved: [The veteran who said you would enter the game with me, is he like this now?]

The opposite side was silent for a long time, and Mo Yi could only see the bubbles that were indicating that they were entering were flashing.

Not long after, a message was sent, which was a brief short that did not match the input time:

Mo Yi pursed his lips and was about to send something to reply, the next message came again: [I sent you a text message before, and Song Qi fell in his previous copy... So you can only go to the copy this time. I apologized for a long time, and then you sent me a message saying it's okay.]

Immediately afterwards, a screenshot was sent.

It was a message record. Under a long line of words from Jiang Yuanrou, Mo Yi suddenly saw it and replied: "It's okay."

The light emitted by the desk lamp beside him was a little dazzling for a moment. Mo Yi turned his head, narrowed his eyes to avoid the direct light, and his slender fingers subconsciously rubbed the straight and smooth edges of the phone. He reached out and clicked on his message record.

Empty.

Although he had thought of this possibility before, it was still difficult for him to accept when the facts were in front of him.

The fog attached to the mirror at all times and the figures I caught by chance all pointed to the same conclusion:

——Murt followed him out of the game.

Mo Yi took a deep breath and felt a mess in his mind, mixed with thousands of emotions, almost causing him a headache, as if something invisible strangled his throat, making him unable to help but have difficulty breathing.

Now that I think about it, the biggest possibility of this happening is that in the first copy, the two exchanged blood.

The heavy sweet and fishy smell brought by the blood that had been sucked into the throat seemed to have flowed back into the throat, and the entire mouth was filled with the smell of rust.

The loss of control and madness that he deliberately did not think of also came back to his mind.

Mo Yi's fingers were unconsciously tightened, and his thin knuckles were full of force. The bright light of the mobile phone screen was imprinted on his face, illuminating his expressionless pale face.

The vibration of the phone in his hand pulled him back into reality.

Mo Yi looked down and saw that in just a moment, Jiang Yuanrou had already sent many messages, one by one, and the tone was more intense:

【What's wrong?】【What happened?】…【Why did you suddenly ask me this? Is something wrong?】【Don't let me answer, what's wrong?】

Mo Yi pursed his lips and sent her a message: [It's okay.]

After sending this message, Mo Yi thought about it and sent another message:

【It's too late now, I'll chat tomorrow.】

The opponent fell silent and stopped bombarding him with text messages.

Mo Yi let out a long breath, pressed the screen of the phone and threw it on his bed. He watched the phone bounce on the soft mattress several times, and finally covered it quietly on the bed. Then he turned around and walked into the bathroom, and closed the door behind him.

He reached out and turned on the hot water faucet, and the steaming hot air evaporated with the sound of rustling water.

Mo Yi looked up at himself in the mirror.

The eyebrows and eyes were dark and dark on his pale face, and the lines and outlines of his face were slowly swallowed by the fog on the mirror. In the end, he could only see his dark eyes in a blur.
Chapter completed!