The golden fingers of the death game are all beautiful girls

Tong Muxue is very busy during the day and only has time at night.

Tong Muxue also told Yimo that she doesn't need to wait for her every night, go to bed early, and will definitely reply when there is news.

Yi Mo didn't care, as a dead house boss, 10 o'clock is really not too late, that is, the nightlife has just started.

In this way, 2 days passed in a flash.

In the morning, one hour before entering the game, Yi Mo found Shi Xinglan.

Shi Xinglan is currently barefoot on the beach, observing a starfish.

After playing around on Jasmine Island for the past two days, her skin has been tanned a lot, but she looks much healthier than before.

Yimo: "I can see that you are indeed giving yourself a vacation, and it's true that all you have left is to play."

Shi Xinglan: "Of course, why not?"

Yimo thought, since she will enter the game soon, she still needs to please Shi Xinglan a little bit, and ask her to share some information with her to increase the chance of clearing the game. Worrying about your sunburn."

"Shall I put on some sunscreen for you?"

Shi Xinglan turned her head, squinted her eyes and looked at Yi Mo: "I didn't care about you these two days, and you're here to die again?"

Yimo said innocently: "Don't talk nonsense, I cherish my life the most!"

"By the way, I'm about to enter the next game, didn't you say that you would provide me with some game information?"

"Tell me?"

Shi Xinglan: "Eh...you're almost at the game!"

"time flies."

"Game information?"

"I've already finished reminding you."

Yimo: "???"

"You reminded a ghost!!!"

Shi Xinglan: "Don't bother me!"

"Go back to your room and prepare for the game!"

"Strive to play GG early in the next game!"

"Oh, right."

"You still have to help me take care of Xiao Huang No. 1!"

Thinking of this, Shi Xinglan put on a very nice smile on her face, and put her hands on her mouth: "Oh, brother Yimo, you must work hard!"

"My sister is waiting for you outside! Get out of the game alive! You can do it!"

After Shi Xinglan finished speaking, his face suddenly returned to his normal look, and then he said indifferently: "Oh, are you satisfied?"

"If you don't feel enough, just fantasize about your girlfriend!"

"Go away, don't bother me!"

Yimo looked at Shi Xinglan's perfunctory look, raised her eyebrows, and didn't intend to talk nonsense with her, suddenly grabbed a handful of sand, threw it directly on the starfish that Shi Xinglan was observing carefully, then turned and ran away.

Listening to Shi Xinglan yelling angrily from behind, I felt a lot more relieved.

After returning to the room, Yimo adjusted her emotions, and when the time was up, she was directly pulled into the game by the system.

"Current remaining points: 4470. 』

"Compulsory matching game. 』

"Game Type: Special"

"Game matching... countdown to 10, 9, 8..."

"..."

『The game matching is successful, I wish you a happy game and a successful survival. 』

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According to default, he is also an old death game player.

No matter what tricks the system plays, I can respond flexibly.

Even the nickname of this game has been thought of in advance, so I use the name of a hot man, Mr. Saitama!

However, when he looked up and saw the system prompt in that familiar blank space, he was completely stunned.

　 "Enter the game countdown, 1 minutes. 』

"Game name: Undisclosed. 』

『Game type: special category. 』

"Other information: This game restricts the purchase of items and image modification, and the game will be played under the real name. After the game is over, non-friends survive players, and the real name and appearance will blur the memory. 』

This game turned out to be a real-name game!

Yimo quickly opened the system page, and the nickname item had already written the word "Yimo".

The pinching system cannot be opened, and the game mall is even blank, with nothing in it.

After seeing this situation, Yimo's brain began to spin rapidly, thinking about what kind of game it was, and then he banned everything that could be used before the game started.

In this game, players need to fight head-on without external force?

After all, among other information, there is the point of memory blurring after the game is over.

First of all, it has already been explained that players will definitely get in touch.

Isn't it Yimo's worst thing to be strong at the front?

But Yi Mo felt something was wrong!

Before entering the game, the system said that this round is a game of overcoming weaknesses!

If it's as simple as just fighting head-on, not allowing people to be pinched and buying props, this is not overcoming a weakness at all, it's simply breaking Yimo's weakness, okay?

Yimo doesn't think that the system will arrange for players to die, so she puts her thinking on this "weakness".

What are your weaknesses?

What is your real weakness?

What is the weakness that clearly exists and can be overcome without the need for external forces?

At this moment, Yimo had an idea and remembered what she had said when she met Shi Xinglan on the first day.

『If a weakness can be overcome by just pinching the body, is it called a weakness? 』

"Let me give you some hints." 』

"Maybe this weakness is not only yours, everyone has it. 』

"You can think about it at a higher level..."

Higher level?

Thinking of this, Yimo was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly raised his head to look at other information items in the system, and suddenly thought of a possibility of this game, which made Yimo's body tremble uncontrollably, clenched his fists tightly , muttered: "Damn it, could it be..."

"If that's the case...then I..."

"Can you really clear this game?"

The 1-minute countdown did not give Yimo any more time to think.

As the countdown counted down to zero, the system's teasing loli voice also echoed in Yimo's ears.

"Entering the game is successful, please try your best to survive~"

The sixth game, start!

Chapter 23. Abandon

Fatigue and confusion.

It seemed as if he hadn't slept for many days, and after falling asleep, he woke up again, that kind of fatigue that caused his brain to explode.

"Forehead……"

Yimo groaned and felt the air was slightly cool.

Subconsciously pulled the quilt, and finally slowly opened his eyes.

It is the familiar ceiling that catches the eye.

In front of the window next to the bed, the curtains were still drawn as usual.

It can be roughly distinguished through the gap that it is already dusk.

where am I?

who am I?

This is the thought that emerges in Yimo's mind now.

My name seems to be... Yimo?

I am now in my rented house...

The thinking gradually returned, but Yimo felt that something was wrong.

Strangeness, at this moment he felt a strong sense of strangeness.

He was obviously lying on the bed in his own room, but that strange feeling could not be erased no matter what.

It seems that I have lost a large part of my memory, and in everything that happened in the past, many very important fragments are missing...

But what went wrong, Yimo was at a loss and didn't know at all.

For a moment.

Yimo thought that maybe she didn't wake up, she fell into a dazed sleep, so she turned over and planned to continue sleeping for a while before talking.

"Hey……?"

However, there was a sudden pain in the scalp, which was a shocking pain.

As if something was being pulled, it stimulated him to subconsciously move his shoulders, grinned and opened his eyes, only then did he see what was in front of him clearly.

hair?

Yimo opened her eyes wide, touched the hair lying on the pillow, and then stretched it subconsciously...

As a result, there was the same pain as before.

Yimo became sober in an instant, and sat up from the bed.

With two hands holding the long hair on his shoulders, his eyes were full of disbelief.

Is your hair so long?

It seems that there is... but it seems that there is no...

Yi Mo was not sure for a while.

After thinking for a while, he quickly got out of bed, but stepped on the soft quilt and almost fell to the floor.

It was only at this time that Yimo realized that her room seemed a little different from before.

Under the single bed, there was even a folded quilt.

Why... why is there a quilt?

Yimo didn't think too much, but hurried to the bathroom and looked at herself in front of the mirror.

A very handsome boy with confusion and puzzlement in his eyes, long black hair draped over his shoulders, wearing ordinary pajamas.

If it weren't for being too ordinary, judging by the face and appearance alone, there would be a high probability that others would mistake her for a girl.

Yimo looked at herself in front of the mirror and felt her head hurt very much. She pinched her forehead hard and became more and more in a trance.

"No...no..."

"Not right!"

"who am I?"