Chapter 139

There is sunshine above the head.

The bright sunlight shone in from the window beside you, and the whole room was filled with a clear and clear halo, and the slender dust slowly floated in the light, like a quiet sea of ​​light.

Mo Yi blinked slowly.

The sunlight outside the window shone a rose-colored blush on his eyelids, and dark black dots were printed on the retina by the dazzling light, moving as his eyeballs turned.

This is his room.

Mo Yi frowned in confusion, blinked his slightly sour eyes, and a trace of physiological tears appeared at the corners of his eyes, tinging his sensitive lower eyelids.

No, he just now...

What are you doing?

He slowly straightened up and stood up from the recliner placed by the window, looking around the room half confused and half confused.

This familiar and unfamiliar room.

It seems to be his own apartment in terms of layout and style, but there are always some small changes that make him very unfamiliar and confused, such as the two pillows placed on the bed or the two coffee cups side by side on the table.

One black and one white, placed upright on a corner of the table, looking particularly harmonious.

Mo Yi walked to the table and subconsciously reached out and touched the handle of the cup.

The bottom of the cup made a hoarse friction sound on the table, and the side of the cup with a small fish painted on it was illuminated by light.

He frowned slowly, and couldn't help but feel that the scene in front of him was a little familiar-

At this moment, the door shaft friction sounded behind him. Mo Yi turned around and saw a tall man walking in from outside.

He looked at Mo Yi and smiled: "Are you awake?"

Mo Yi stared at him in a daze, and a strange sense of disorder came, causing his temples to thrust, and a boiling and sore feeling spread from the depths of his brain, making him unable to concentrate.

The other party seemed to notice something was wrong with him, and walked up with a frown slightly, his warm fingers pressed against his temples and gently pressed them down, and his light-colored eyes were glowing honey-like amber in the sun:

"What? Are you having a headache again?"

Mo Yi stared at him blankly, reached out and held the fingers placed on his side of his face, and said:

"smell……"

...What do you smell?

He can't remember it.

The other party looked back at him and suddenly smiled. He pasted Mo Yi's lips, and then stuffed a candy into his mouth as if he was magical.

The warm fingertips stroked his lips, and the hard candy knocked open his teeth and pressed against the tongue along the gentle force.

The fresh fruit aroma spreads instantly.

A strange panic suddenly surged in Mo Yi's heart, and he opened his mouth to call him:

"wait--"

The severe headache came again like a tsunami. Only sharp and harsh metal hissings could be heard in his ears. It seemed like a stick was stirring in his brain. He could not think or make a sound. Only the pain that almost turned into a substantial tortures every nerve in his body like a blade-

Mo Yi's pupils tightened, and his body seemed to be fished out of ice water.

The darkness gradually spread in front of him was imprinted in his eyes.

The thick black matter spread rapidly, occupying every ray of light and entity, and the sticky gel-like substance swallowed and twisted every inch of reality he encountered, and he heard the distant shouts.

Heart-wrenching.

But the sharp sound of wind whistling in his ears made him unable to concentrate, as if he was covered with a thick layer of fabric and could not hear it in detail.

Mo Yi wanted to turn back in the direction where the sound came, but he found that he could not move any of his limbs, and could only open his mouth in vain, as if he was shouting silently, or just breathing heavily.

He is falling.

The heavy silence slowly spread across his chest like a black lake, snatching away his body temperature and perception bit by bit. The dead silence like a silence swallowed the cry in the distance, as if all the light, shadow, sound and color were eliminated.

There is nowhere to escape.

His limbs were as unmovable as if they were trapped in a mud. He heard the gentle temptation of death and invited him into an eternal black and sweet sleep.

Mo Yi's consciousness gradually blurred and drifted away.

He seemed to float in a river formed by darkness.

A strange sound seemed to be transmitted to my ears through this thick darkness. Mo Yi moved his eyelids with difficulty, and his consciousness seemed to be slightly condensed.

The sound seemed to be clearer.

Broken and scattered, it was heard intermittently: "Wake up..."

Mo Yi moved his finger.

“…”

The sound suddenly amplified, and the arrow penetrated all the fog and darkness like an arrow, piercing straight into the eardrums.

Mo Yi used all his strength to open his eyes, and his eyelids slowly opened up a thin gap with his movements.

He seemed to see some light.

At this moment, a huge force came, holding his arm hard and pulling him out of the darkness fiercely!

Mo Yi suddenly opened his eyes, staring at a point in the distance with his out-of-focused pupils, gasping violently.

A dizzy feeling came, and the gravity that appeared again pulled his body down.

The sound of the whistling wind is in my ears.

Mo Yi fell head-on into a cold chest.

He was dizzy and his stomach was turbulent. It took him a long time to finally recover from his senses.

The long-lost memories seemed to finally be recovered, and the senses on his body seemed to finally wake up. He felt the cold, pain, and trembling slowly.

After a while, Mo Yi realized...

It's not him trembling.

But the one hugging his chest and arms trembling.

Mo Yi slowly moved his arm, raised his hand and patted Wen Chen's back with difficulty. The other party seemed to have stiffened all over, and then slowly relaxed the tight, almost suffocating hug.

He supported Wen Chen's shoulder with his palm, then straightened his body hard, turned his head and looked behind him.

I saw that the wall was covered with a thick layer of gluey substance, slowly rising and falling like life. A huge hole was blooming on the black viscous substance flowing on it, and then slowly retracted the tentacles condensed in the air to fill the hole.

It soon became a complete and smooth wall again, and it could not see its hideous appearance before.

Mo Yi took a deep breath and felt his vitality slowly pouring into his cold and stiff limbs over time.

He recalled what had happened before.

——The sound of footsteps in the room, the black viscous gel that rushes like a tsunami, and...

That weird, bizarre dream.

Mo Yi blinked slowly and moved his fingers gently. A burst of scorching pain came from his wrist. He lowered his head and looked at his wrist-

I saw a few bright red finger marks and a deep streak mark on my wrist, which were printed on the pale skin of my wrist like a relief.

The gray-white bracelet fell loosely, and the rolled-up sleeves blocked the tendency of falling.

The scorching and swelling pain was slightly tingling like a needle.

Wen Chen should have just pulled him out with his wrist.

A hand stretched out from the side, and the pale and slender fingers carefully touched the swollen part of his wrist. The slightly cold fingertips were about to touch on the slightly broken skin.

Wen Chen's low voice came from his ear: "...do it hurts?"

Mo Yi put down his wrist, shook his head gently, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's okay."

He supported the floor with his hands, slowly straightened up, then stood up staggeringly, turned his head to look at Wen Chen:

"Thank you just now, I was too careless."

Wen Chen stood up with him and slowly shook his head:

"It's not your fault, these things can control people's minds."

"These things?" Mo Yi turned his head and looked around the viscous black substance covered in the room, raising his eyebrows slightly:

"So, do you know them..."

Wen Chen did not answer.

He looked up at the sticky vinyl that slowly spread and creeped on the ceiling, as if he was a little dazzled, and seemed a little confused, and pursed his lips and said:

“…I don’t remember.”

Mo Yi was stunned and looked at him thoughtfully, with a slight light flashing in his dark eyes: "What do you mean?"

Wen Chen withdrew his gaze looking at the ceiling and said:
To be continued...