Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Chapter 222

The pale background began to shake violently, and the black tentacles protruded from the polluted half of the inner core suspended in midair, rebelling, struggling, trying to stop everything that was about to come, the sharp high-frequency sound waves were like the deep ocean Creatures screamed violently throughout the vast space.

Mo Yi panickedly tried to find Wen Yan in the bleakness-but he failed.

The thin mist gathered around him as if there was life, forming a seemingly soft, but indestructible protective cover. The sharp and high-pitched sound was instantly pulled away, as if the bright white light like several flash bombs were blocked. Outside the soft mist layer, he was firmly protected.

He tried to fight his hands and feet, but the muscles and bones on the upper and lower body seemed to be cut off by nerves and could not be controlled, so he could only stiffen in the air.

Mo Yi opened his mouth—as if a fish lacking water—he seemed to want to say something, but there was a chaotic air flow deep in his throat, squeezing all the sounds down, leaving only a broken and hoarse breath. The sound squeezed out from between the lips and teeth, and was frozen by the cold air into particles as soon as it left the lips, falling like a broken bead.

The blurry light was imprinted on the retina through the thin mist surrounding him.

The ever-changing pitch black and light blue greedily shattered the pale background like a living creature, the white resistance was weak and futile, and the spider-web-like cracks were spreading, as if destroyed by some amazing terror. Tearing, crushing, chewing, and stopping only when there is nothing but the residue and debris after digestion and decomposition, which is the advantage of the virus programmed by his hand-cruel and extreme Aggressive, endlessly aggressive, simple and scary, elegant and violent.

He wrote it once on two timelines, and no one knew better than him the catastrophic consequences of the virus.

This is his mark, his fame.

Wen Yan will also be crushed and destroyed in this crazy raging virus-Mo Yi prevents himself from associating in this direction.

But he couldn't.

He couldn't help building this picture over and over in his mind until his eyes were sore because he hadn't blinked for a long time.

Mo Yi saw the blue symbolizing terror rushing towards his own direction, and the thin and fragile mist layer blocked it out. He barely and tenaciously maintained the integrity of the protective layer in the hurricane-like raging sweep, he held in his heart There is a glimmer of hope, maybe ... just maybe, there is room to turn around.

But his reason tells him:

impossible.

Mo Yi heard a crackling sound coming from outside. The enlarged cracks were riddled with holes, and then the whole world fell apart.

At that moment, the mist covering the eyes seemed to finally complete his final mission, just like the thin and fragile snow layer in the sun, it melted slowly and contently.

The cold and hard touch came from under his back, and his eyes couldn't open with the pale and bright lights.

Mo Yi recognized that he was lying on the open ground in the laboratory, with messy electrical wires and instruments surrounding him, like a devastated scene after the disaster.

No longer the bed in his room, no longer a fixed savepoint, no more traces of game control.

He found that his limbs seemed to be able to obey the call.

But he didn't want to move a finger.

exhausted. The exhaustion that spread from the depths of his soul captured his consciousness and senses, as if all strength was evacuated from the body, leaving only the deep exhaustion flowing in the blood vessels, from his mouth, nose and ear Eyes flowed out, pressing him tightly against the floor with great force.

My heart seemed to form a huge hollow, blowing cold wind outward.

Mo Yi could not feel the pain and sadness, but could only feel cold.

The coldness permeated from the limbs and bones almost frozen his soul and emotions.

The skinny child's hazy face was immersed in the darkness, standing barefoot on the dirty and wet ground, and the dark puppets were holding the old puppets with the abdomen turned out tightly.

Nothing in this world is important.

No.

At this moment, Mo Yi seemed to hear a familiar voice from overhead:

"Hey."

Is it an illusion ...?

Mo Yi blinked blankly, and that voice came again: "Isn't it cold lying on the ground?"

The man's low voice was mixed with a bit of grin.

A hand stretched out from above him, and a hand pulled Mo Yi up, righting him a little hesitantly.

Mo Yi stared unbelievably at the pale and handsome face of the man in front of him. There was almost overflowing tenderness in the light-colored eyes of his counterpart. He lifted his fingers and pressed Mo Yi's cold cheek, his voice was soft: "How can I bear it Leaving you?"

The man opened his arms and embraced Mo Yi.

Mo Yi's left hand trembled on his side, then slowly raised her hand, pressed it against Wen Yan's spine, and tightened silently:

"..."

Immediately after, his right hand grabbed the cup from the table beside him with a thunderbolt, and smashed his finger with a near self-harm.

Shards of glass cut through the fragile and pale skin, dark red blood spilled from the shredded skin tissue, and they landed on the smooth metal floor tickingly. The splashing shards left a bright color on Mo cheek. Bloodstains, red eyes, red blood with almost pleasure.

The smell in the arms disappeared like smoke.

Mo Yi bent down expressionlessly, picked up the porcelain pieces stained with blood from the ground, and walked to the table, pressing his left hand on the table.

The right hand was dripping with blood from the shard, but still holding the sharp shard tightly, pressing the sharpest end tightly against the base of the ring finger of his left hand, and then slowly exerting force.

Blood poured out from under the gradually cut skin, and the pigeon blood ruby ​​surrounded by the golden-tailed snake was dyed into an almost magical bright color.

The cut was deep in the bone, and Mo Yi's fingers were not shaking, and she continued to apply pressure downwards.

"Okay, okay, okay! I'm afraid of you!" Hissing voice sounded a little flustered in the ears: "Are you really going to cut your finger this way?"

Mo Yi finally stopped and threw the pieces on the table, making a jingling sound. The blood was winding like a little red snake on the back of his hand, and blood dripped on his pale cheek. In addition, he was almost the same as usual, and there was something crazy and disturbing under the silent and depressed appearance. The factors of division, with almost cruel calm and sense, seemed almost frightening.

"How the **** did you see that?" The hissing voice was a little incredible: "I can feel that this is the most vulnerable moment of your emotions, how can you still distinguish between hallucinations and real?"

The voice suddenly sank, with obvious malice: "Or ... are you colder than you think? Even if someone wants to die for you, still indifferent?"

Mo Yi indifferently reached out to pick up the fragments next to him and re-arrested on his wound--

"Wait, wait, wait!" The voice exclaimed in exclamation: "Something to say well! Don't start with something different!"

Mo Yi opened his mouth for the first time in such a long time, his voice was so hoarse that even he himself felt strange:

"Now the game is over, the boost effect for you must have disappeared, then exerting your control in areas other than the entity must be more difficult, and once you leave my body with my finger, I will not have your consequences Need to remind more, after all, I do n’t have a second host besides such a deep ground-so I suggest you think carefully before you talk, after all, I do n’t want to see the scene of both losses. ”

The fragment between the fingers was pressed down again for a few minutes, and the subtext was obviously very clear:

-But he is not afraid of the worst.

The ring sounded somewhat aggrieved: "... Yes, I don't want to see it either."

Mo Yi ignored his **** left hand, raised his right hand, and wiped the wound that slowly leaked blood on his cheek with the back of his hand. Instead, he opened the blood and made it look like war makeup on the pale cheek.

He asked, "You see everything in the game?"

The ring reluctantly replied, "Well."

Mo Yi's voice tightened a little: "Can the deal with you bring him back?"

After experiencing the failure just now, the ring seems to have broken the jar, and the truth is not soft-spoken: "Do you mind staying in the illusion all your life?"

Mo Yi was silent for a while, and then slowly said, "It won't be much use for you."

The voice of the ring hissed in his mind: "Not many people like you who can still resist my temptation in the most vulnerable times, although I feed on the soul of a weak-willed person, but it does not mean I don't respect human beings with a strong will. Since you can't be deceived at such a moment, I'm afraid it will be harder after that. Now the game is gone, and I don't have so much time to spend with you. I am willing to gamble to lose.

"So you're leaving?"

"Otherwise, wait until the energy I stole when the game crashes is exhausted and then you are brought into the grave?"

"Since you don't care to leave, why didn't you just let me cut my fingers?"

Mo Yi's voice was faint, as if not talking about his fingers, but something else.

"Do you want to mutilate yourself that way?" The ring sounded a bit anxious: "I want to be defeated forcibly breaking the contract, do you understand it? My energy cannot be consumed in such indifferent things, you only need your fingers What's good for me? It's not you who give me your soul! "

Next, it seemed to worry that Mo Yi did not agree with any dangerous behavior. The ring that had been firmly hung on his ring finger suddenly loosened, and then slipped off his finger, but it didn't come. The sound of the imaginary landing-it disappeared in midair.

It seems that the energy of the ring stealing in the chaos just now is not small, and even gained its own control.

Mo Yi thought indifferently.

Excessive blood loss made his brain dizzy. The blood that had just warmed up under stress just became cold again, pulling him down like lead liquid.

He paused for a while.

Without the sound of the ring, the quiet and scary air.

It took a while for Mo Yi to realize that his wound was still bleeding. He struggled to pull the bandage from the backpack that fell on his feet, and then wrapped around the wound on his hand. He looked at the blood slowly. The ground was soaked in white gauze, showing a dark crimson.

When leaving the game, the numbness of self-protection had disappeared completely, as if fresh wounds had been opened with sores, and the blood was exposed to the air.

Mo Yi felt unable to breathe.

It is undeniable that at the moment when Wen Yi was seen, he was shocked and rejoicing, and almost wanted to hug him, but his rationality was like a heavy awl against his head, and told him without any personal emotions. :

impossible.

At that moment, Mo Yi never hated his sobriety and reasoning so much. He even appreciated the pain and pulled him from all kinds of thoughts.

He closed his eyes silently, sat still for a while, and re-emerged the walls of his heart piece by piece, hiding the scars deeply, so that when he opened his eyes again, he became the indestructible machine again, Synonymous with reason and sobriety.

Mo Yi stood up, turned to the tabletop where she had been working for several days, and suddenly stopped.

Under the huge screen on the wall, a little thing instantly caught his eye-the brown teddy bear stayed quietly above the keyboard, the washed white fur was old but soft, and there were no traces of black eyes The dust looks bright and clear under the light.

He remembered the bear.

It's a gift.

Even if it is stowed in a backpack, the function display attached below is still a row of question marks, so Mo Yi has never understood its specific purpose.

And ... didn't all the props disappear as the game crashed?

The ring reluctantly sounded in the ear:

"Out of good intentions, I still tell you, cause and effect. The only traceable thing in this universe, in short, is what kind of cause and effect, and the soul you liberated and saved before will not be erased. , So their blessings to you will not disappear with the disappearance of the game, don't get me wrong, I can't continue to deal with you and this has only a little relationship, of course, mainly because I'm not interested in you ... "

The following words of the ring became vague voice-overs, like a whirling wind blowing through the ears.

Mo Yi stared at it, with only the doll in front of him.

The palms wrapped in blood-covered bandages reached out to the brown bears on the keyboard.

——Skinny and dirty little hand opened the dirty cotton of the doll. The cold and thin fingertips touched the hard surface deeply hidden in the doll's belly. Even if he didn't need to look with his eyes, he knew that The tiny machine made of parts is hidden in the dark.

Behind the brown bear is a note, crookedly written in children's handwriting:

"Preservewhatyoulove"

[Save what you love]

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