Chapter 48

The thrilling water poured into the white porcelain sink, stirring up transparent water droplets that were turning over with hot air, and the sound of water became clearer in the sealed room.

Water mist filled the whole bathroom was covered with white mist, and the heat was steaming.

Mo Yi's pale face was evaporated by the mist, but his dark eyes were still looking straight in the mirror indifferently and rationally, as if waiting for something.

The thin shirt on his body was wet with the wet and hot water mist in the air, and it was tightly pressed against his skin. Small drops of water condensed on the exposed skin. I don’t know if it was water vapor or thin sweat.

Too uncomfortable.

Mo Yi pursed his lips a little annoyed, subconsciously stretched out his hand to pull the collar that he had stuck to his body, revealing half of his chest and collarbone lines during his movements.

When he was about to reach out and turn off the faucet, he saw a handprint suddenly appearing on the mirror surface that was already hazy in fog.

Mo Yi's heart thumped and he looked intently in the mirror.

The handprint began to slide from one side of the mirror, rubbing a small clear surface on the blurred mirror, just framed Mo Yi's dark eyes on the mirror.

Mo Yi took a deep breath, not knowing whether it was solemnity or relaxation in his heart—

Sure enough, the fog followed him into the real world.

He thought for a while, walked out of the bathroom and picked up his cell phone from his bed, and returned to the bathroom.

Mo Yi closed the door behind him and waited for a while. After a little mist had dissipated just now, he turned on the bathroom again, cut open the screen, called out the memo, and placed it on the dry toilet.

His eyes were slightly curled and he spoke, "Can you type?"

Although it is a question, it does have the tone of the statement.

The screen of the phone flashed, and the dark square on the keyboard jumped, as if someone was really typing: "Yes."

Mo Yi closed his eyes, but finally couldn't help it. He stretched out his slightly cool fingers to hold his faintly beating forehead and took a long breath.

What's this all about?

First, an inexplicable escape game appeared, and he was about to pull him in every once in a while to have a speed of life and death, which greatly challenged his materialist worldview. Later, another inexplicable mist appeared in the game...

——Now he is still following the real world!

Even though Mo Yi was quite interested in the nature of this game, he couldn't stand it if he had hit a few mountains like this!

Mo Yi felt a little nervous.

At this moment, as if he noticed his long silence, words automatically appeared on his phone:

"In the first copy, you took a part of my body when you sucked my blood."

——It's because of this.

Mo Yi pinched the bridge of his nose with some headache. He was almost out of control in that state, and he had no idea what impulse was driving him to do such a crazy thing. Now, the retribution is coming.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, his whole body froze and his face turned dark: "So...you keep following me? Including sleeping and taking a shower?"

The phone didn't respond for a long time, and it took a while before I continued to type:

“I’m dormant most of the time.”

Mo Yi frowned.

He didn't believe the words Wu Qi said, but he didn't have much to do now, and he couldn't find a way to put this guy back into the game, and he couldn't even find the key to checking and balancing him.

This feeling beyond control is very bad.

Mo Yi's eyebrows and eyes sank, and a hint of coldness appeared on his face. He changed the topic: "I know you deleted Jiang Yuanrou's message and replied on my behalf. I don't want this kind of thing to happen again."

The other party seemed to be waiting for him to say this. Before he finished speaking, he was already typing a word on his phone:

"good."

The next second another line of words appeared on the screen again: "Sorry."

Mo Yi's eyebrows and eyes were slightly relaxed.

Next, the phone screen flashed a few times, and the next line was quickly typed out again: "I'm going to sleep, see you again."

After the phone was finished, the screen slowly darkened, and a water mist with wet marks printed on the dark screen slowly dissipated - the water mist that was so rich that it was almost breathless in the bathroom seemed to have dissipated a little.

Mo Yi's eyebrows and eyes that had just calmed down suddenly turned black.

It's quite fast.

No useful thing has been found yet.

And he hasn't forgotten yet, and the fog still owes him an answer!

Mo Yi bit his back teeth and walked forward to turn off the faucet that was still waving with hot water.

The sound of water that had been filling the ears disappeared instantly, and it seemed a little quiet for a moment.

Mo Yi's nerves, which were too nervous at this moment, finally relaxed a little, and a feeling of fatigue came instantly. Gravity pulled his heavy eyelids. He yawned, and physiological tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes.

For three days in the copy, I was basically in a state of extreme nervousness and my body had already exceeded my load.

Mo Yi endured the sudden fatigue and rubbed his eyes and stepped into the shower.

Although I was still a little awkward, it was too uncomfortable to take a shower now. Mo Yi endured the strange feeling in his heart, took a shower in a hurry, changed into his homely pajamas, walked out of the bathroom.

He threw his sore body into the bed, almost falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

——

Mo Yi was woken up by the sunlight shining on his eyelids.

He struggled and frowned, slowly opening his eyes.

The room was dyed red by the sunlight slanted in from the window. The sunset plated the whole room with a layer of brilliant gold, almost turning this simple room into a gorgeous hall.

Mo Yi blinked, and it took a while to recover from the confusion brought by deep sleep. He turned his head to look at the electronic watch on the bedside table: It was already past six o'clock in the afternoon.

He slept for twelve hours.

Mo Yi rubbed the painful forehead and felt that his whole body was as painful as being run over by a train, and it felt uncomfortable to fall apart.

He sat up with difficulty, and realized in pain how imminent it was to have a strong body.

Mo Yi leaned against the head of the bed and slowly stepped up and picked up the phone that was thrown aside casually.

There were a few unread messages from Jiang Yuanbai on the screen. Mo Yi opened them one by one and found that the contents were all: How are you in good health? Are you safe now? When you come back, call him back and he is worried that he will be so worried.

There are also countless exclamation marks and words with unknown meanings.

Mo Yi: "..." I just felt noisy when I looked at it.

He turned off the interface and called Jiang Yuanrou.

Jiang Yuanrou's familiar voice came from the microphone, and there was an unconcealed joy in her tone: "That's great, I knew you're fine. Yuan Bai and I were very worried these two days. Are you resting now?"

Mo Yi said "yes", and was instantly startled by his hoarse voice that was almost rubbing sandpaper.

He cleared his throat and said again, "Thank you for your concern, I'm fine."

After a simple greeting, Mo Yi told Jiang Yuanrou about his decision to go to City A.

Jiang Yuanrou was silent on the other side of the phone for a long time, and Mo Yi was also patiently waiting for her reply. After a long time, Jiang Yuanrou's faint sigh came from the microphone, and she said:

"You still know."

Yes, Jiang Yuanrou never told him about the connection between the in-game dungeon and the real world.

Mo Yi slightly shrank his eyes, and his eyes fell on the bright red corner of the setting sun on his quilt. The redness of the scorching eyes was like the last glance of the sun's crazy and desperate before it fell, struggling to catch the last light before it sinks.

He said "hmm".

His face was still calm and calm. It was like a pool of quiet water, and nothing could disturb him.

"This... I didn't want to tell you," Jiang Yuanrou's voice was a little stuck, but it quickly returned to her normal tone: "It seems that I have no choice now."

Mo Yi listened silently.

"Actually, I discovered this not long ago. The game copy is connected to the real world. I have friends who want to explore what connections there are, but... all those who look for connections are buried in the next copy, without exception."

Jiang Yuanrou took a deep breath and continued, "Including Song Qi."

Mo Yi lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes covered the complexity and deep thoughts in his eyes.

Jiang Yuanrou's low voice came from the microphone: "As a friend, I really don't want you to take risks. Please think more, please..."

Her voice was almost inaudible at the end.

——Since participating in this game, she has lost too many friends.

Mo Yi's hand tightened slightly, and he squeezed several spread wrinkles on the quilt, and there was a rare apology in his voice: "...sorry."

Judging from the nature of this game, there is a great possibility of danger.

However, he would never sit there and wait for death, waiting for the other party to take the absolute initiative and survive within the rules set by the other party - he has always been a rule subverter.

Jiang Yuanrou seemed to understand that he had made up his mind, so she had to breathe a sigh of relief and said, "Okay, since you have made a decision, I will also fully support all your decisions... Please be sure to return safely."

Mo Yi's expression softened a little, and suddenly he seemed to think of something and said:

"By the way, there is a man named Wang Zezhi. If you are interested, you can contact me."

Jiang Yuanrou said "hmm" on the other end of the phone, and then asked, "Does he have any characteristics?"

Mo Yi briefly described the other party, and Jiang Yuanrou responded readily. After all, she is the eldest lady of the Jiang family. Even though she is gradually transferring power, she still has this resource.

——In Jiang Yuanrou's words: "After all, they are not all as hard to find as you."

There was a hint of flesh in her voice.

The prop used to find people is so precious that it cost her a lot of points.

After chatting with Jiang Yuanrou for a few more words, Mo Yi hung up the phone, got up from the bed and started to pack up.

The next morning, he boarded the plane to City A.
Chapter completed!