Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

forgotten.

What a cruel word.

All players who died in the dungeon will be like this, just like some wrong data will be deleted from the world, no one will remember them, they paid for it, all the achievements established in this world will be erased , those they loved and cried for will be forgotten without any burden, as if they had never appeared in this world, and all the traces they left behind will be completely wiped out Clearing, like an insignificant stain in the memory of the world, is 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 also die, all related memories will be lost existed, and they ceased to exist.

In short, it is their social death.

Mo Yi felt the blood all over his body turn cold in an instant, and he slowly tightened his fingers, even if the neatly trimmed nails were deeply embedded in the palm, he still seemed to be unconscious.

He said calmly:

"Nothing, let's go."

The driver in the driver's seat gave him a suspicious look through the rearview mirror, and then started the car.

The vehicle below slowly began to move, and drove steadily towards the outside of the villa. The neon-like light dazzled into colorful lines on the window of the car in the night, and was blurred into out-of-focus spots by the gradually accelerating speed of the vehicles. Changing light and shadow were printed on Mo Yi's side face.

Most of his face was immersed in the darkness, his eyes were slightly lowered to stare at the darkness, and there was very little expression on his pale face.

Although he already thought that Jiang Yuanrou might not be able to survive this dungeon, Mo Yi still felt a sense of absurd unreality after the incident happened—there was not much sadness in his heart, only a nearly disconnected balloon It seems to be floating in the air with a sense of weightlessness.

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

If it hadn't been for the fact that he wanted Jiang Yuanrou to help record how he left the real world and entered the dungeon, it wouldn't have prompted her to investigate... Not to mention that he continued to dig so deep that he finally touched the game that he didn't want to disclose. Taboo.

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

He clearly knew that this was his mistake, that he involved irrelevant people in the dangerous game between him and the game.

The heavy sense of guilt binds his limbs like a water-soaked sponge, pulling Mo Yi's body down slowly and unable to break free, and the sadness that is as light as the thin snow in early winter finally slowly emerges.

Mo Yi has always been an emotional insulator—even in the orphanage where he grew up, he was a freak and alien, even after he learned to cover up his indifference and loneliness with the gentleness that rejects others thousands of miles away, He is still a spectator in the world, an outsider behind screens and the Internet.

No one in this world is important to him, nor is he to anyone else.

After all, if you never get it, you will never lose it.

But the game broke Mo Yi's state of being independent from the world and the flow of people... It forced Mo Yi to start to interact with the world around him, even if he deliberately distanced himself from others, and tried not to associate with anyone close to him He has emotional communication with many people, and pushes everyone away with his habitual indifference and alienation—but even so, he still cannot stop him from having more and more contacts with other people.

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

Maybe it's because he already knew that such an outcome would happen sooner or later... Sooner or later, everyone will leave him, especially since everyone's fate is in the hands of this terrifying and huge game , death is commonplace - he is also extremely careful to keep a certain distance from all players, not to have too many personal relationships with them, they can only be regarded as acquainted strangers, unfamiliar friends, Or a community of destiny bound on the same boat.

Mo Yi just felt angry.

The game can arbitrarily tie him and others together through crises, and it can also dismantle this connection through death at will—he is angry at his own powerlessness, and is equally angry at the arbitrary and unscrupulous nature of this game.

In the darkness, Mo Yi's pale face still didn't show any extra emotion, only a pair of dark eyes that seemed to sink into a pool were slightly narrowed.

If he wanted to overthrow this game before, it was only because he didn't want his fate to be dominated by other existences.

But now... his reasons became more personal.

The gloomy anger is like a black river meandering in the bottom of his heart, rushing and roaring in his heart, but it is deeply suppressed by the reason as hard as ice, leaving only a little dark vortex and undercurrent to leak out. A little clue.

The vehicle has reached its destination.

After Mo Yi nodded to the driver, he opened the car door and got out.

The lights in the villa were on, but the door was not closed, and there was a slight trace of warm yellow light leaking through the crack of the door.

Shen Lei leaned against the wall and stood at the door, the silver-white lighter in his hand burst into flames, and lit the cigarette between his lips.

He took a deep breath, the dark red flame on the cigarette butt suddenly brightened for a moment, white smoke spewed out from his mouth and nose, blurring his facial features, he glanced at Mo Yi through the smoke, his voice was gentle and gentle Smooth:

"here."

Mo Yi went up the stairs, nodded to Shen Lei, Shen Lei turned and opened the door, and walked into the room first.

——The room is still occupied by countless fitness equipment. Even though Mo Yi has not been here for a long time, he still feels a sense of familiarity from the past, as if everything he experienced in this room is like a tide in his mind Emerge in.

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

"What do you find me for?"

Mo Yi pursed his lips, he didn't know where to start with so many thoughts in his mind, he took a deep breath, straightened out his thoughts, and asked: "I originally wanted to ask you some questions, but I got a very bad news on the way——Jiang Yuanrou..."

Shen Lei's expression froze, and he exerted a little force with his fingers, almost cutting off the cigarette in his hand:

"What happened to Jiang Yuanrou?"

Mo Yi paused: "She may have died in this dungeon."

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

Mo Yi took up the conversation without pausing, and replied: "Her family's driver has completely forgotten about her existence."

Shen Lei was silent. His fingers subconsciously rubbed the cigarette between his fingers. Even when the scorching ash splashed and fell on his skin, he hardly felt the pain. After a while, he snuffed out the cigarette irritably, Throwing it to the ground and crushing it with the hard soles, the gushing emotions seemed to be suppressed in his chest, making it difficult to spit out, making his Adam's apple tremble and roll, but he couldn't say a word.

Mo Yi stared at him quietly without urging him.

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

He paused, as if the rest of the words were diluted by the air, and Mo Yi only caught his almost trembling ending.

Shen Lei turned his head sideways and coughed loudly, as if trying to cover up something. When he turned his head again, the intense and painful emotions on his face seemed to be covered up by the calmness of the deep sea. Hong leaked some of his true emotions.

He took a cigarette from the pack and held it to his lips again, but didn't light it.

This seemingly strong and indifferent man had unconcealable sadness written on his brows and eyes, and he said, "Actually, I thought about today, but I just didn't expect it to be so soon... Or we all have this day, maybe it's just me too It's just unacceptable to deceive yourself..."

Mo Yi pulled a chair and sat down, listening quietly.

The cigarette butt on Shen Lei's lips trembled up and down following his words: "She is much stronger than me... Whether it is brain or ability, I thought I would be the first, but I didn't expect.... "

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

"Hey, do you know? It was actually Jiang Yuanrou who brought me into the industry."

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

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

"I was really lucky at the time. I met Jiang Yuanrou in the first dungeon I entered. She had gone through several dungeons at that time, and she was very powerful—and I, despite my big man, I was so scared to death at that time, it’s not 01:30 worse than you were at the beginning, basically she brought me down the whole time, at that time I thought... This woman looks small, gentle and gentle, But why is it so powerful..."

He lit his 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 a friend. Unexpectedly...after I came back, she really Come find me."

Mo Yi quietly listened to Shen Lei's ramblings about Jiang Yuanrou, and didn't interrupt, only echoing a few times occasionally, and the two of them chatted until the night darkened without knowing it.

Shen Lei, who was still not satisfied, looked down at his watch, and said in surprise: "...why is it so late?"

Mo Yi nodded, stood up from the chair, and said, "Yes, it's time for me to say goodbye."

Shen Lei was stunned for a moment, and suddenly seemed to remember something, stopped Mo Yi who was turning around and walked out, and asked, "Hey wait, didn't you say you wanted to ask me some questions earlier?"

Mo Yi turned to look at him and smiled:

"Really, I don't remember."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked out, waving his back to Shen Lei, his thin figure was quickly engulfed by the thick night, and walked steadily and steadily towards the vehicle waiting for him outside, the deep black There was no slight ups and downs in his eyes.

——It is enough for him to bear the price of this game with the game.