Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Chapter 213

forgotten.

What a ruthless word.

This will be the case for all players who die in the copy. It is like an erroneous data is generally deleted from the world. No one will remember them. They paid for it. All achievements established in this world are erased. The people they have loved and the people who wept will leave them behind without any burden, just as if they had never appeared in this world, all the traces they left behind were completely and completely Cleared, as if the insignificant stains in the memory of the world, were 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 die likewise, all relevant memories will be gone Exist, they no longer exist.

In short, this is their social death.

Mo Yi felt that the blood on his body had cooled down instantly, and he slowly tightened his fingers, even if the manicured nails were deeply embedded in the palm of his hand, he still seemed ignorant.

He said calmly:

"Nothing, let's go."

The driver in the driver's seat gave him a puzzled glance through the rearview mirror, and then started the vehicle.

The vehicles underneath slowly started moving towards the outside of the villa, and the neon-like rays dangled into colorful lines on the windows at night, which were blurred by the speed of the cars to become out of focus. Changing light and shadow were printed on Mo Yi's side face.

Most of his face was immersed in the darkness, his eyes gazed slightly at the darkness, and his pale face had very little expression.

Although it has been thought that Jiang Yuanrou is likely to be unable to support this copy, Mo Yi still felt an ridiculous sense of unreality after the event really happened-there was not much sadness in his heart, only a balloon that was almost disconnected. It feels like a weightlessness fluttering in the air.

Mo Yi couldn't feel that this was not his responsibility.

If it wasn't for his original hope that Jiang Yuanrou would help record his departure from the real world and enter the copy, it would not prompt her to investigate ... not to mention continue to dig deeper through this so that eventually the game would not be revealed Taboo.

Even though Jiang Yuanrou comforted him in the video left, Mo Yi still couldn't comfort himself with the same reason.

He clearly knew that it was his fault, that he was involved in the dangerous game between him and the game.

A heavy sense of guilt tied his limbs like a soaked sponge, pulling Mo Yi's body down slowly and unable to break freely, and the sorrow like light snow in the early winter finally slowly emerged.

Mo Yi has always been an insulator of emotions-even in the orphanage where he grew up, he is a freak and alien, even if later he learns to cover his indifference and loneliness with the gentleness of rejecting thousands of miles, 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, nor is he to anyone.

It is never obtained after all, and it will never be lost.

But the game broke Mo Yi ’s state independent of the world and the flow of people ... It forced Mo Yi to start to intersect with the world around him, even if he deliberately pulled his position away from others, and tried not to go near him. He has emotional communication, pushing everyone away with his usual indifference and alienation-but even so, he still can't stop growing more and more contact with others.

For Jiang Yuanrou's death, Mo Yi didn't really feel much sorrow.

Perhaps it was 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 horrible and huge game in the palm of their hands. , Death is a common occurrence-he is also extremely cautious to keep a certain distance from all players, do not have too many personal relationships with them, they can only be regarded as strangers who know each other, unfamiliar friends, Or a community of fate tied to the same ship.

Mo Yi was just angry.

The game can freely bind him and other people through crisis, and can also free up this connection through death-he is angry with his helplessness, but also angry with the freewheeling and no scruples of this game.

In the darkness, Mo Yi's pale face still had no emotions at all, only a pair of eyes that were dark like Shen Tan were slightly condensed.

If he said that he wanted to bring down the game before, it was just because he didn't want his fate to be dominated by other beings.

But now ... his reasons have become more personal.

The gloomy anger meandered in the bottom of the heart like a black river, rushing and roaring and colliding in the bottom of his heart, but was deeply depressed by the reason as hard as ice, leaving a little dark swirls and undercurrents leaking out A little clue.

The vehicle reached its destination.

After Mo Yichong nodded, the driver opened the door and walked down.

The light in the villa was on, the door was not closed, and a warm yellow light leaked through the gap between the doors.

Shen Lei leaned against the wall and stood in the doorway. The silver lighter in his hand raised the flame and lit the cigarette between his lips.

He took a deep breath, the dark red light on the cigarette **** suddenly brightened, the white smoke spewed from his mouth and nose, blurred his features, he glanced at Mo Yi through the smoke, his voice was gentle and Smooth:

"Here."

Mo Yi picked up the level, nodded at Shen Lei, Shen Lei turned and pushed open the door, walked into the room first.

——The room is still occupied by countless fitness equipment. Even if Mo Yi hasn't been here for a long time, he still feels a sense of familiarity reappearing, as if everything he experienced in this room is like a tide in his head. Emerged.

Shen Lei took the freshly lit cigarette in his hand and asked:

"What do you find me for?"

Mo Yi pursed his lips. He couldn't tell where to start. He took a deep breath, straightened his thinking, and asked, "I was going to ask you some questions, but I got a very bad news on the road-Jiang Yuanrou ... "

With a look of Shen Lei's expression, his fingers were slightly hard, and he almost broke the cigarette in his hand:

"What happened to Jiang Yuanrou?"

Moi paused: "She may have died in this copy."

Shen Lei faced Shen Sitie: "How do you know?"

Mo Yi answered the conversation without a pause and replied: "The driver of her house has completely forgotten her existence."

Shen Lei was silent. His fingers rubbed the cigarette between his fingers subconsciously. Even the hot soot splashed and fell on the skin, he could hardly feel the pain. After a while, he irritably extinguished the cigarette and extinguished it. Throwing it on the ground and crushing it with hard soles, the thin emotion seemed to be suppressed in his chest, making it difficult to spit out, causing his throat knot to tremble and roll, but he couldn't say a word.

Mo Yi stared at him quietly without urging.

Shen Lei's lips shuddered, and a curse squeezed out of his throat: "Fuck ..."

He paused, as if the rest of the words had been diluted by the air, Mo Yi only captured his near-trembling ending.

Shen Lei turned his head and coughed loudly, as if to hide something. When he turned his head again, the intense and painful emotion on his face seemed to be covered by the calmness of the deep sea, only a little in the corner of his eyes. Hong leaked a little of his true emotions.

He took a cigarette out of the cigarette case and put it on his lips again, but it did not light.

This seemingly strong and indifferent man wrote sadness in the corners of his eyebrows, and he said, "In fact, I thought of today, but I didn't expect it to happen so soon ... Or we all have this day, maybe it was just me Deceive yourself into being unacceptable ... "

Mo Yila sat down over a chair and listened quietly.

The cigarette **** on Shen Lei's lips shook up and down with his words: "She is much stronger than me ... No matter whether it is my brain or ability, I thought it would be my first, but I didn't expect ... "

He smiled bitterly, then suddenly seemed to remember something, looked up at Mo Yi, and asked:

"Well, do you know? Actually Jiang Yuanrou brought me into the business."

Mo Yi knew—when he first met Jiang Yuanrou, she told him the news, but he stared at Shen Lei and slowly shook his head: "Yes? I don't know about this. "

Shen Lei seemed to be interested, and his sudden desire to talk made him almost talkative:

"I was really lucky at the time. I met Jiang Yuanrou in the first copy I entered. She had already experienced several copies at the time, and it was very powerful-and me, don't look at me as a big man. I was scared to die at that time. It was not a little bit worse than you were. Basically, she took me all the way. At that time, I thought ... this woman looks small and gentle, but what? so smart……"

He smoked a cigarette and took a deep breath: "Then before the copy was over, I told her my name and job, and asked if I could make friends, but I didn't expect that ... after returning, she was really Come to me. "

Mo Yi quietly listened to Shen Lei's thoughts about Jiang Yuan's tenderness, and didn't interrupt, but only occasionally echoed, and the two of them talked deeper into the night before they knew it.

Still impressed, Shen Lei looked down at his watch and said with a little surprise: "... why is it so late?"

Mo Yi nodded, got up from the chair, and said, "Yeah, I should leave."

Shen Lei hesitated for a moment, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and stopped Mo Yi who was turning and walking outwards, and asked, "Hey, wait, didn't you say you wanted to ask me something?"

Mo Yi turned to look at him and smiled:

"Really, I don't remember."

After finishing, he turned and walked outward, waving his hand to Shen Lei. The thin figure was quickly devoured by the heavy night, and the pace was steady and steady toward the vehicle waiting for him outside, dark. There was no slight wave in the eyes.

——The price paid to play against the game, he only needs to bear it.

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