Chapter 222

The pale background began to shake violently, and black tentacles stretched out from the contaminated half of the core suspended in the air, resisting and struggling, trying to stop everything about to happen. The sharp and harsh high-frequency sound waves fluctuated violently in the entire vast space like the dying screams of a deep-sea creature.

Mo Yi paniced and tried to find Wen Chen's figure in the pale world - 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, just like several flash bombs exploded, blocking the soft fog outside, firmly protecting him in it.

He tried to struggle, but the muscles and bones on his body seemed to have been cut off from his nerves and could not control them, so he could only swing stiffly in the air.

Mo Yi opened his mouth - like a fish that was short of water - he seemed to want to say something, but a chaotic airflow blocked the depths of his throat, pressing down all the sounds, leaving only a broken and hoarse breath that squeezed out from his lips and teeth, and then was frozen into particles by the cold air at the moment he left his lips, falling down like broken beads.

The blurred light passed through the thin mist that wrapped around him and imprinted on the retina.

The changing darkness and light blue greedily tear the pale background apart like a living creature. The white struggle was weak and futile. The traces of cracking like spider webs spread out, as if they were destroyed, torn, crushed, chewed, and chewed. They only stopped when there was nothing but the residue and debris that were digested and decomposed. This was the superiority of the virus programmed by him - cruel and extreme aggression, endless aggression, simple and terrifying, elegant and violent.

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

This is his signature, his masterpiece.

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

But he can't.

He couldn't help but construct this picture in his mind over and over again until his eyes were sore because he had not blinked for a long time.

Mo Yi saw the blue symbolizing terror rushing towards him, and the thin and fragile fog layer blocked it, barely and tenaciously maintaining the integrity of the protective layer in the violent sweep of hurricanes. He had a glimmer of hope in his heart, perhaps... but perhaps, there was still room for reversal.

But his sanity told him:

impossible.

Mo Yi heard a sound of shattering outside, and the enlarged cracks were riddled with holes, and then the whole world fell apart.

At that moment, the mist that enveloped her eyes seemed to have finally fulfilled her final mission, just like a thin and fragile layer of snow under the sun, melting slowly and contentedly.

A cold and hard touch came from under his spine, and the pale and bright light made him unable to open his eyes.

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

It is no longer the bed in his room, no longer the fixed save point, no longer the traces of control of the game.

He found that his limbs seemed to be able to obey orders.

But he didn't want to move a single finger.

Tired. The fatigue that spreads from the depths of his soul captured his perception and senses, as if all the strength was drained from his body, leaving only deep fatigue flowing in his blood vessels, flowing out from his mouth, nose, ears and eyes, pressing him tightly on the floor with a thousand pounds of force.

The heart seemed to have formed a huge hole, and the cold wind was blowing outwards.

Mo Yi couldn't feel the pain and sadness, but could only feel the cold.

The coldness that permeated his limbs and bones almost freezes his soul and emotions together.

The skinny child's blurred face was soaked in the dark, standing barefoot on the dirty and wet ground, tightly holding the old doll with her belly rolling out in her dark fingers, and her belly was empty.

Nothing in this world is important.

No.

At this moment, Mo Yi seemed to hear a familiar voice coming from the top of his head:

"Hey."

Is it an illusion...?

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

The man's low voice was mixed with a little teasing smile.

A hand stretched out from above him, pulled Mo Yi up and straightened him who was staggering.

Mo Yi stared at the pale and handsome face of the man in front of him in disbelief. The gentleness that almost overflowed in the light-colored eyes of the other party was flowing. He raised his fingers and rubbed Mo Yi's cold cheeks, and his voice softened: "How could I bear to leave you?"

The man opened his arms and hugged Mo Yi in his arms.

Mo Yi's left hand, which was hanging beside him, trembled, then slowly raised his hand, pressed it on Wen Chen's spine, and tightened it silently:

“…”

Immediately afterwards, his right hand grabbed the cup from the table beside him with lightning speed and smashed it hard at his fingers with a nearly self-mutilating force.

The glass fragments cut open the fragile and pale skin, and dark red blood overflowed from the chopped skin tissue and fell dripping onto the smooth metal floor. The splashed fragments left bright blood marks on Mo Yi's cheeks, and his eyes were blood-red, with a nearly happy cruelty.

Wen Chen in his arms dissipated like smoke.

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

The right hand was cut by the fragments and blood was dripping from the blood, but he still held the sharp fragment tightly, pressing the sharpest end tightly against the finger of his left ring finger, and then slowly exerted force.

Blood gushed out from under the gradually cut skin, dyeing the dove blood ruby ​​surrounded by the golden-weather snake into an almost weird bright color.

The deep cut can be seen with bones. Mo Yi's fingers trembled, and he continued to put pressure down silently and firmly.

"Okay OK OK OK OK OK! I'm afraid of you!" The hissing voice sounded in Mo Yi's ears in a panic: "Are you really going to cut off your fingers like this?"

Mo Yi finally stopped and threw the fragments on the table, making a crisp sound. Blood winded on the back of his hand like a red snake, and blood dripped onto his pale cheeks. Apart from that, he was almost nothing like usual. There was something crazy and restless hidden under his silent and suppressed appearance, with almost cruel calmness and rationality, which looked almost terrifying.

"How did you see it?" The hissing voice was filled with a little incredible feeling: "I can feel that this is the most vulnerable moment of your emotions. How could you still distinguish hallucinations and reality in this situation?"

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

Mo Yi reached out indifferently to pick up the fragments next to him and pressed them back on his wounds—

"Wait wait!" The voice screamed in surprise: "Speak well if you have something to do! Don't do it if you disagree!"

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

"Now that the game is over, the amplification effect given to you must have disappeared. Then it will be even more difficult to exert your control in areas other than entities. Once you and my fingers leave my body together, I don't need to remind you of your consequences. After all, there is no second host besides me below such a deep ground - so I suggest you think carefully before talking. After all, I don't want to see the scene of losing both sides."

The fragments between the fingers pressed down a little bit again, and the subtext was obviously very clear:

——But he was not afraid of the worst situation.

The ring sounded a little frustrated: “…yes, I don’t want to see it either.”

Mo Yi ignored his bloody left hand, raised his right hand, wiped the wound that slowly oozed out of his cheek with the back of his hand, and instead rubbed the bloody color away, which looked like war makeup on his pale cheeks.

He asked, "You have seen all the situations in the game?"

The ring replied reluctantly: "Yeah."

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

After experiencing the failure just now, the ring seemed to have broken a can, and to be honest, it was not soft-mouthed: "Do you mind staying in the illusion for the rest of your life?"

Mo Yi was silent for a while, then slowly said, "There is no use for you."

The sound of the ring sizzled in his mind: "There are not many people like you who can resist my temptation in the most vulnerable period. Although I feed on the souls of weak-willed people, it does not mean that I do not respect the human beings with firm will. Since you cannot be bewitched at such moments, it may be even more difficult afterwards. Now that the game is gone, I don't have so much time to waste with you, and I am willing to accept the loss."

"So you're leaving?"

"Otherwise, will I wait until the energy I stole when the game collapses and I will be exhausted and then taken into the grave by you?"

"Since you don't care about leaving, why didn't you just let me cut my finger off just now?"

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

"Do you just want to be self-harm so much?" The ring sounded a little furious: "I will be backfired by forcibly breaking the contract. Do you understand backfire? My energy cannot be consumed in such indifferent things. What is the benefit of asking you to have a finger? It's not that you want to give me your soul!"

Next, he seemed worried that Mo Yi would do something dangerous after another disagreement. The ring that was originally firmly tied to his ring finger suddenly loosened and then slid down from his finger, but there was no imagined sound of landing - it disappeared in mid-air.

It seems that the ring has not had much energy to steal in the chaos just now, and even gained its own control.

Mo Yi thought about it indifferently.

Excessive blood loss made his brain a little dizzy. The blood that had just become hot under the stress state turned cold again, pulling him down like lead liquid.

He was stunned for a while.

Without the sound of rings, the air was so quiet that it was scary.

After a while, Mo Yi realized that his wound was still bleeding. He struggled to pull out the bandage from his backpack that was lying at his feet, and then wrapped it around the wound on his hands. He stared at the blood slowly blew through the snow-white gauze, which showed a dark dark red.

The numb mentality of self-protection when leaving the game has disappeared completely, as if the fresh wounds with a scar are exposed to the air bloodily.

Mo Yi felt unable to breathe.

It is undeniable that when he saw Wen Chen just now, he was shocked and happy, and almost wanted to go up and hug him, but his reason was like a heavy awl, and he told him without any personal emotion:

impossible.

At that moment, Mo Yi never hated his soberness and reason so much. He even thanked the pain that followed and pulled him out of all kinds of thoughts.

He closed his eyes silently, sat quietly for a moment, raised the walls in his heart again, hiding the scars deeply. In this way, when he opened his eyes again, he became synonymous with indestructible machine, rationality and soberness.

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

Under the huge screen on the wall, a small thing instantly attracted his attention - the brown teddy bear was quietly above the keyboard. The washed white fluff was old but soft, and there was no dust on the dark eyeballs, which looked bright and clear under the light.

He remembered the bear.

It's a gift.

Because even if it is packed in the backpack, the included function display is still a row of question marks, so Mo Yi has never understood its specific purpose.

And... didn't all the props disappear with the collapse of the game?

The ring's reluctance sounded in my ears:

"Out of kindness, I'll tell you, cause and effect. The only thing that can be traced to this universe is to plant what causes and what results you get. The souls 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 attack you and have only a little relationship with this, of course, it's mainly because I'm no longer interested in you..."

The following words of the ring turned into blurred voiceovers, like the sound of the whistling wind blowing through his ears.

Mo Yi stared at it, his heart and eyes were all left with the doll in front of him.

The palms wrapped in blood-soaked bandages reached towards the brown bear placed on the keyboard.

——The thin and dirty little hand flipped through the doll's dirty cotton, and the cold and thin fingertips touched the hard surface hidden deep in the doll's belly. Even without looking at it with his eyes, he knew that the small machine made of old parts was hidden in the dark.

Behind the brown bear is a note, which is written in a skewed manner in the children's handwriting:

“Preservewhatyoulove”
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