Today, I Have Yet to Become a Doll

Chapter 801 I do n’t want to play anymore

After Bai Youwei left, Shen Mo took out cigarettes from his pocket and ordered one for himself.

A nurse came over and reminded: "Mr. Shen, you can't smoke here."

"Oh, sorry." Shen Mo pinched the cigarette, did not immediately smother it, looked around and asked, "Is there a smoking place nearby?"

Nurse: "You go forward, turn right is the stairwell."

Shen Mo nodded and took the cigarette to the front.

Between the staircase and the medical area, there is a heavy fire safety door. When it opens, it will face a cold wind.

Someone opened the window of the stairwell.

Shen Mo saw Yan Qingwen leaning against the window, holding a cigarette with two fingers, took a few sips, and saw him, smashing the cigarette butts burning to the ember on the metal window mullion.

"Aren't you cold?" Shen Mo came over and asked.

Yan Qingwen slowly shook his head and lit another one, changing his hand to hold it, and slowly swallowed the clouds, "let the wind blow and be awake."

Shen Mo smiled and walked to the window.

The sky outside was pale, with a little bluish-grey color, and the branches of the trees downstairs swayed barely, as if chilling like a person, trembling in the biting cold wind.

Yan Qingwen looked over and asked with a smile: "You don't often smoke."

"Well, occasionally." Shen Mo said lightly, "Smoking is harmful to health."

Yan Qingwen Wenyan smiled, and placed nothing but eyes on the window between the buildings, saying: "Maybe tomorrow will be dead, who can take care of their health."

Shen Mo asked: "Why, this game is not smooth?"

Yan Qingwen shook his head, "A group of people live and die, and it's not easy to talk about success. It's just a survivor."

"Also." Shen Mo breathed out a smog and said flatly, "There are two more games, I don't know what the final match will be ..."

Yan Qingwen was silent for a moment and said, "I may not see the decisive match."

Shen Mo raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced over.

"The next game, I will surrender." Yan Qingwen dropped the ashes, said, "You and Bai Youwei want to cheer, don't let us down."

Shen Mo was a little surprised and asked, "Are you in trouble?"

"No." Yan Qingwen's tone was very calm, as if he had thought about it, "I just changed my mind and didn't want to play. The remaining two battles, one battle 10, need eight people, the other battle 20, need ten people, I have no confidence in taking these people out of the game intact. "

He sighed with laughter, and said with self-deprecation in his tone: "Although I really want to know the truth of this world, but if someone is killed because of this, frankly speaking, I don't know if it's worth ..."

Yan Qingwen said, looking at the steel puppet guarded by his side-this puppet resembling Lu Ang was much older and had many scratches and scratches on his body, showing that it saved Yan Qingwen more than once.

After Lu Ang was gone, it took Yan Qingwen a long time to come out. If someone else had an accident, he might not know how to deal with it.

The truth of the game, the life of a friend, to choose between the two, he chooses the latter.

"I heard that you were badly hurt this time. Have you considered the worst result?" Yan Qingwen looked at Shen Mo and seriously suggested, "If not, it is better to start thinking about now ... who can let go Who can't let go. "

"I understand ..." Shen Mo looked into the distance and whispered, "But if you don't do it, you will feel unwilling."

Yan Qingwen took a deep breath and exhaled pale smoke. He said lightly: "I am not willing, I want to win."

But he can't ...

You can't take the lives of others because you want to win. How many of these people are in the labyrinth war to pursue the truth? How many are involuntarily pushed forward?

(End of this chapter)