Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Next, Jiang Yuanrou told Mo Yi what happened.

In the last dungeon she and Jiang Yuanbai experienced, although they didn't open the branch line, they still managed to survive until the end of the countdown. However, when the dungeon was about to end, Jiang Yuanbai suddenly turned pale and muttered Saying:

"What... I didn't finish—!"

Before he could finish his words, and before Jiang Yuanrou had time to react, the countdown of that dungeon reset to zero, and when she opened her eyes again, she had already returned to the real world——

But Jiang Yuanbai did not.

So, Jiang Yuanrou began to search. Although she has been gradually transferring her power over the past few years, she still has a lot of resources and manpower that can be mobilized. It was only a moment when Jiang Yuanbai was able to hide it from Jiang Yuanrou. It was a fluke, so under her all-out search, she quickly found out his whereabouts.

——Shortly after Mo Yi left City A, he also booked a plane ticket to City A.

Everything is clear.

The previous doubts could no longer stop her, Jiang Yuanrou desperately searched for the actual location corresponding to the dungeon she had personally experienced back then, and then searched for clues without hesitation.

She also became a Candidate Member of the Senior Members Club.

After listening to Jiang Yuanrou's narration, Mo Yi suddenly thought of something. He frowned and asked:

"So... the membership test, what did you choose? Do you open it immediately or take the initiative to open it later?"

Jiang Yuanrou showed a wry smile: "I didn't choose."

Mo Yi was taken aback: "No choice?"

Jiang Yuanrou nodded, lowered his head and took a sip of the half-cold water in the cup, his face was almost paler than the cup in his hand:

"Yes, I think there is a trap in this question, so I have no choice, so now it has been asking the same sentence over and over again in my mind-whether the next copy will start the membership test.

I haven't slept in two days because of it. "

Looking at her tired face and the thick black eyes, Mo Yi sighed, and then helped her refill the half-empty cup.

Jiang Yuanrou put the cup in her hand on the table and made a crisp sound. She raised her eyes and looked at Mo Yi seriously. The light brown eyes were half praying and half restless. She took a deep breath, and then He hesitated and asked:

"The next dungeon, can you...help me, join me, and save Yuanbai?"

Mo Yi frowned, and asked in confusion:

"Wait, save him? How do you know that Jiang Yuanbai is not dead?"

Jiang Yuanrou readily took out a small dusty box from her pocket, and she opened the lid, only to find a glass bead exactly like the one Mo Yi had received lying in the box—it looked like a glass bead. It was a little cloudy, as if it was covered by dust, and there was a faint red light shining inside the glass bead.

She explained: "This is an in-game prop. Yuan Bai and I each have one. Black means that the other party is dead, and red means that the other party is in a dangerous near-death state."

Jiang Yuanrou looked at the glass beads with complicated eyes:

"...it's been like this since I came back to the real world."

She closed the box in her hand, rubbed it twice with her white and slender fingers half nostalgic and half reluctant, and then put it back into her pocket.

Jiang Yuanrou showed a composure expression that belonged to her, and said thoughtfully:

"Moreover, I have done more than what I just said in the past few days when I came back."

Mo Yi became interested, raised his eyebrows slightly: "What else?"

"Do you remember what I said before, those friends who disappeared after investigating the truth? I sent someone to investigate all the information after their disappearance, and found a lot of interesting things——

The vast majority of people are like other people who died in the game. The memory of them is gradually blurred by the people around them, and they don't even remember that they existed.But... there are still a very small number of people whose relatives and friends still remember them, and they are looking for them by posting missing person notices in the police. "

Jiang Yuanrou leaned forward, staring at Mo Yi with scorching eyes, breathing slightly short of breath:

"Yuan Bai belongs to this category.

Besides us gamers, other ordinary people also remember him. "

Mo Yi frowned noncommittally, on his pale face, a pair of dark eyes narrowed thoughtfully:

"Then how can you be sure that there will be Jiang Yuanbai in your next dungeon?"

Jiang Yuanrou's shoulders slumped suddenly, she closed her eyes tiredly, her petite body sank into the dark sofa, she looked thinner and more fragile, her voice was a little erratic:

"……I'm not sure."

Mo Yi pursed his lips, knowing that she must have more to say.After all, as a person with such status and ability, Jiang Yuanrou came to see him in such a weak posture today, and asked him to enter the next instance with her, probably with some confidence.

Jiang Yuanrou's eyelashes trembled, she opened and closed her bloodless lips a few times, took a deep breath, and said in a low voice:

"Do you remember the props I mentioned before? You can enter the dungeon with other players.

Originally, the time with Yuanbai was already my last inventory, but I happened to refresh it in the store before the last dungeon, so I saved two more. "

She bit her lip, her pale lips were stained with an abnormal color of blood, and her voice was a little hoarse:

"It's just that, in this situation...I'm not sure if it's useful or not."

Mo Yi lowered his eyes - he understood what Jiang Yuanrou meant.

The life and death of Jiang Yuanbai who was idle in the dungeon is unknown, and whether the item that can enter the dungeon with other players will take effect is still unknown.

What's more... In order to know why Jiang Yuanbai didn't leave the dungeon, Jiang Yuanrou became a candidate member of the senior member club. Although she has not yet chosen when to open the trial dungeon, under such high-intensity harassment, Jiang Yuanrou Sooner or later, Rou has to make a choice.

And according to Mo Yi's experience of entering the dungeon several times, no matter which one Jiang Yuanrou chooses, the next dungeon will not be easy to fool.

Jiang Yuanrou must also understand this point. Her petite figure was bent down, her tired and pale face was buried in her cold hands, and she looked sad and depressed.

And when she lifted her face from her own hands, she became the eldest sister of the Jiang family who had grown the entire Jiang family enterprise at a young age, decisive and confident.

Jiang Yuanrou took a deep breath, her light brown eyes regained her sense and strength, she looked at Mo Yi with a low but firm voice:

"I'm just such a younger brother. I owe him a lot since I was a child. No matter how shallow my hopes are, I can't ignore him."

Mo Yi narrowed his eyes and looked at Jiang Yuanrou's rejuvenated resolute face, with a flash of appreciation in his eyes.

Jiang Yuanrou straightened up, her straight back was like a javelin, without the slightest slump from before.

She leaned forward, her dark brown hair slid down her slender neck like waves, her eyes were full of sincerity:

"You are the first player I have ever seen who survived after becoming a candidate member, so I came to you this time, asking for your help in my own name, Jiang Yuanrou."

Jiang Yuan softly paused, and continued: "Props purchased in the game cannot be traded between players, but game points can be transferred to other players."

Although Mo Yi was calm on the face, he was shocked in his heart.

Jiang Yuanrou slightly lowered her eyes, her calm face showed the reason and prudence unique to a businessman, she continued on her own:

"Of course, the authority to transfer points is also obtained by exchanging points for me - I am willing to exchange 70.00% of all the points I got from participating in this game for you to accompany me into the next dungeon. If Yuan Bai can be rescued, all my future 50.00% of the points obtained from the dungeons experienced will be given to you."

This condition is not unreasonable - it can even be regarded as a hemorrhage.

After finishing speaking, Jiang Yuanrou took out another small dusty box from his pocket, and after opening it, there was a small glass ball lying in it, glowing with radiant and moist light under the light.

She raised her eyes to look at Mo Yi, and explained:

"This is an item exchanged in the game. It is a contract. It can guarantee the fulfillment of my promise in the future, and guarantee that I will not do anything that hinders the contract-such as being unfavorable to you, etc."

Mo Yi lowered his eyes, rubbed his fingers slowly on the warm and delicate edge of the cup, and then said abruptly:

"Just keep your previous points."

Jiang Yuanrou was startled at first, she didn't expect that someone would bargain down the price even after bargaining, then, she seemed to realize something, with a bit of excitement on her face:

"...you agreed?"

Mo Yi nodded, raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Yuanrou, with a faint smile in his eyes:

"Anyway, Jiang Yuanbai can be regarded as my friend."

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After the conversation, Jiang Yuanrou drove Mo Yi back to his apartment, and drove away after turning on the lights in his room.

Mo Yi took off the thin windbreaker he was wearing outside, hung it on the hanger, opened the curtain with his fingertips indifferently, and watched Jiang Yuanrou's car lights getting farther and farther away.

A familiar deep voice came from behind:

"Your decision is interesting."

Mo Yi turned his head when he heard the sound, only to see Wen Chen standing at the entrance of the room, staring deeply at him with those light gray eyes.

Tall and slender, with bright lights pouring down from the top of his head, his handsome and classical facial features with deep contours look like stone sculptures under the shadow of the lights, with a compelling sense of evil and aggression.

Mo Yi smiled slightly, but didn't answer. He just put down the curtain on his fingertips, turned around, walked to the sofa and sat down.

Wen Chen walked in front of him and sat down beside him, looking at him intently with light-colored eyes.

Mo Yi stared down at his pale fingertips, and said casually:

"Jiang Yuanrou itself represents resources, whether it is in reality or in the game, just accepting the share of her future points is equivalent to binding her to my side, and selling a favor, why not do it? "

His voice was calm and rational, even with a bit of thorough heartiness.

Wen Chen suddenly leaned forward, a handsome face suddenly approached, light-colored eyes with metallic luster stared right into his eyes, as if trying to penetrate his soul.

His voice is like a blade, cutting through all the superficial illusions:

"—you don't care about those points."

The smile on Mo Yi's face subsided a little, and he looked back lightly, with an unpredictable expression on his handsome face.

Wen Chen's deep voice rippled in the air, and the ending was as blurred as the night:

"You don't care about life or death. The only reason you want to leave the game is because you don't want to be controlled, not because of fear of death."

His voice was low, as if he was talking to himself, with a specious deep meaning, and a faint, almost difficult to peep gloom.

Wen Chen stretched out his palm, and touched Mo Yi's face with his cold fingertips, as if touching some delicate and fragile glass product:

"You like danger, that's why you accept the bond between you and me without rejection."

The fingertips were about to leave, but the cold feeling still lingered on Mo Yi's cheeks, slowly seeping into the skin and texture, and the coolness spread into the bones.

"Really..."

His ending was suddenly blurred, and the following words were inaudible, as if they had been cut off suddenly, leaving only a lingering lingering sound.

Wen Chen straightened up suddenly, and backed away a little, leaving Mo Yi's body like the cloud-like breath lingering in the pine forest after the rain.

Under the bright light, his light-colored eyes glowed with a metallic luster, and his well-defined lips formed a graceful arc. He said calmly and without any waves:

"—The porridge is ready, let's have dinner."

Mo Yi's brows and eyes, which had been indifferent and distant all this time, froze slightly.

It was only then that he noticed that the thick and sweet rice fragrance was radiating from the kitchen, and the sound of the porridge gurgling and gurgling sounded softly in the silent room, as the background sound could be heard in his ears, It seems ambiguous and warm.