Zhao Yicheng and Sun Xiaoyan's expressions suddenly became a little bad. They glared at Mo Yi:

"What do you mean?"

Mo Yi did not answer this question directly, but took a calm step forward, looked at the two of them leisurely, and asked:

"When the side mission is turned on, only those who start the mission can see it. I said yes?"

The two people on the opposite side had a blushing face and did not answer for a moment.

"So, who can tell me, how did you know that I opened the side line?"

Sun Xiaoyan's face was gloomy and answered, "That...of course it was exchanged by our game store, but he was afraid that you, a teammate who was not eyebrow, would accidentally start the side mission, killing us all-in-law--"

"Then shouldn't you exchange for something that prevents the mission from being activated? Why do you need to exchange for such props like a hindsight?" Mo Yi narrowed his eyes, his tone a little sharp.

Sun Xiaoyan was stunned and suddenly opened his mouth and couldn't answer.

Mo Yi continued to say without anyone else:

"Do you want to say that this will allow you to take over and save all of us when we start a task that we cannot complete?"

Sun Xiaoyan's face turned pale and white. She took a step forward impulsively and shouted:

"you……"

However, she had just said one word, but Yu Guang met Song Qi, who had been silent since the beginning.

An inexplicable fear surged into her heart, and the words that were about to blurt out were blocking the trembling throat.

Song Qi withdrew his gaze lightly and still said nothing.

Mo Yi stood beside him, with a calm face and no emotion could be seen. He smiled and said:

"If I guess correctly, the "newcomer" who had acted in a position to open the door is also yours."

Before entering the game, Jiang Yuanrou introduced to him that there are three types of veteran players in this game.

One is that they are completely unaware of the hidden branch line - or even if they know it, they are unwilling to take this risk. They just have to live by it and live by one copy as a copy. This kind of player survival rate is relatively high, so the number of players accounts for the highest proportion.

The second type is a minority. They are on the brink of danger and start hidden tasks to earn higher points. This kind of player casualty rate is extremely high, so the number is also smaller.

And the other one is very disgusting.

They use props to wander in low-level dungeons, and after newcomers and experienced seniors open the sideline, they force the other party to include them in the side quest through coercion and inducement. They use all means to seize the opportunity to get points.

At the beginning, Mo Yi had some doubts about them.

Zhao Yicheng's desire to dominate is too strong.

He took the lead in establishing himself the image of a savior, and then instilled the image of himself as a dominant and leader into the hearts of everyone in his subsequent words and deeds.

He ordered everyone to find clues, but he did not share the information at all. He kept asking questions, and he and Sun Xiaoyan inquire about the news from others, and even asked for the source through □□ faces and sang blanches.

What made Mo Yi really connect Zhao Yicheng and others with the third type of veterans was during meals.

He noticed that the "newcomer" who opened the door with utmost carelessness for two days, including tonight, had never taken a piece of black bread - so where did her food come from as a newcomer?

These little doubts, like scattered beads, accumulate more and more in Mo Yi's mind.

The behavior of Zhao Yicheng and Sun Xiaoyan just now was like a complete silk thread, connecting all the beads.

Zhao Yicheng and Sun Xiaoyan had stiff expressions, their faces were as dark as the faces, and they looked at Mo Yi in surprise.

Zhao Yicheng coughed twice, mechanically pulled the corner of his lips, and a reluctant smile appeared on his face. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to explain something.

Mo Yi immediately restrained the smile on his face.

His expression was faint, and his expressionless face was extremely intimidating:

"Okay, it's almost time to rest. After all, the difficulty of the dungeon is about to increase, so it's better to go back as soon as possible."

Zhao Yicheng was shocked by Mo Yi's eyes, and a layer of cold sweat suddenly oozed out of his back.

It took a few seconds before he realized that he was actually scared by a young man who was a little younger than him.

Zhao Yicheng's face turned red in anger and stopped showing off his hypocritical smile. He glared at Mo Yi hatefully, and finally said to Sun Xiaoyan in disappointment:

"Walk."

Sun Xiaoyan curled his lips unwillingly, and his expression on his face was a little resentful.

The two walked towards the accommodation area one by one.

Seeing their backs swallowed by the dimness deep in the corridor, Mo Yi lowered his head and looked at his watch:

8:45

There are fifteen minutes left to turn off the lights.

Mo Yi looked a little worried, and he turned his head absent-mindedly to look at Song Qi beside him:

"You should be careful tonight, no one knows what changes will happen to this copy."

He thought for a while and continued to add: "Also, you have to be careful with these two people, it is unlikely that they will just give up."

After saying that, Mo Yi turned around and walked into the corridor.

He had just walked two steps and felt his arm being held.

Mo Yi turned his head in surprise and looked at Song Qi.

I saw that his face was still calm, and his lips were pursed tightly, as if it was carved from marble.

His face seemed to be paler, and his eyebrows were slightly frowning.

Song Qi closed his mouth, took a deep breath, and said hesitantly:

"Don't take what they said just now."

Mo Yi was stunned for a few seconds, and after reacting for a while, he realized that Song Qi was referring to Sun Xiaoyan’s remarks just now.

He smiled, his eyebrows were a little indifferent:

"Every mechanic of this game is forcing players to compete. But it does not put the intention on the table, but rather like a stewed frog in warm water and a dull knife killing people, allowing players to follow their intentions for freedom and life, or for the huge interests of the points store."

No matter what the player struggles for, in the end, everyone will voluntarily or involuntarily join the game.

——After all, no one would want to be trapped in one endless copy of horror after another forever.

Mo Yi raised his eyes and looked at Song Qi.

His eyes were particularly deep, as dark as it was close to the abyss under the light, and he looked so calm that he was almost cruel:

"And for those who do not accept this game, death is only a matter of time."

Song Qi let go of the palm that was holding Mo Yi's arm.

Looking at Mo Yi's straight back, he walked into the dark corridor without hesitation, and was swallowed by the deep darkness.

Song Qi slowly showed the corners of his lips, his facial expression was soft and almost lingering. The next second, his entire figure disappeared into the darkness and completely disappeared.

Mo Yi walked along the narrow and deep corridor alone, creaking at his feet, with the wooden floor creaking.

He held his breath and listened carefully to the movement behind him.

Song Qi did not follow.

Mo Yi didn't know whether to relax or exhale deeply, but under his long eyelashes, his eyes were a little complicated.

While underground, he noticed that when the side mission was started, Song Qi's name was no longer listed.

There is only one explanation for this situation.

Song Qi is not a player.

In order not to alert the enemy, Mo Yi kept hiding his defense and tried his best to pretend that everything was normal on the surface, but it seemed that there was a storm in his heart.

Almost all the previous clues were completely linked.

All the doubts about Song Qi, the "person", and his unexpected persistence towards himself.

Perhaps, it would be added that at the end of the last copy, a sudden madness caused him to drink the mist blood.

So Mo Yi had reason to suspect that this "Song Qi" was the fog that was about to end the last copy.

In this game, he hesitated for the first time.

It seemed like an error code that exceeded his expectations, so clearly and abruptly spread across his plan, representing danger and uncertainty.

The other party did not show malice to him before today, but how could he believe that the other party would never show malice? This is equivalent to entrusting his trust and life to an unknown number that is out of control, and it is as dangerous as if he is out of track.

The most rational way is to stay away as far as possible or find a way to "remove".

Just like deleting the chaotic and messy errors in the orderly and elegant code lines, letting the world return to elegance and smoothness.

However, Mo Yi was a little shaken now.

Just now, before asking him a question, "Song Qi" obviously wanted to tell him something, but it seemed to be blocked by the whole game - just like it prevented Jiang Yuanrou from revealing its relevant information to the outside world.

In response to the gradually pale face of "Song Qi", it seemed that it only started after he saved himself.

Mo Yi guessed that the entire game framework had restrictions on him. I am afraid that he would not be allowed to participate in the entire copy as a sub-rench, nor would he be allowed to interfere with the operation of players in the copy at will.

Mo Yi subconsciously stroked the joints of his thumb, his eyebrows tightly frowned, looking worried.
To be continued...