A white ashtray jumped out from the side and hit the waiter hard on the wrist!
"ah!"
The waiter let out a howl like a killing pig, and the gun in his hand flew out.
The next moment, Fang Heng had already stepped in front of the waiter.
He grabbed the waiter's right hand and jerked his right arm.
Each move is completely based on the instinctive reaction of the body's muscles.
The waiter's whole body was swung by Fang Heng, and he drew a circle in the air.
"Boom!"
The waiter landed on his back and was hit hard on the floor, making a dull knocking sound.
The waiter's whole body was in pain as if it was falling apart, and he completely lost his ability to move.
Just as he gritted his teeth and raised his head, two black guns were already pointed at his head.
"do not move!"
The waiter's expression changed slightly.
The next second, he tilted his head and fainted.
The bodyguard in black looked surprised. He immediately squatted down and quickly checked the waiter's condition.
The bodyguard frowned and turned back to look at Fang Heng and Mo Jiawei.
"He died. He was poisoned and committed suicide."
Fang Heng looked at Mo Jiawei and asked, "Are you here for me?"
Mo Jiawei was also shocked.
"this……"
…
The next morning, in the Zen room.
A young man dressed in white was sitting squarely on the futon.
Mo Yunxiao.
Mo Jiawei's fourth uncle.
Fang Heng looked at Mo Yunxiao who was making tea and muttered in his heart.
So young!
From the outside, Mo Yunxiao is not much older than Mo Jiawei. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a biological brother.
Mo Yunxiao slowly poured three cups of brewed tea and handed them to Fang Heng and the others.
"please."
Fang Heng picked up the teacup and took a sip.
"Fang Heng, I have long admired your great name."
"Have you heard of me?"
Fang Heng was confused.
Does he think he is famous?
Mo Yunxiao caught the subtle expression on Fang Heng's face, smiled and didn't answer, lowered his head and took a sip of tea.
Because of the assassination, Mo Jiawei was taken to the police station for investigation last night and was not taken home until early in the morning.
I had just slept for a few hours and was dragged over by Fang Heng to meet the guests.
He yawned at the side, "Fourth uncle, Fang Heng is my best friend. He has helped me a lot in the game and is also our partner."
"He has been in some trouble recently and came here to ask you for advice."
"Don't hesitate to ask for advice, communicate with each other."
Mo Yunxiao sat up straight and made a gesture of invitation.
"If you have any doubts, just ask."
Fang Heng had already prepared a draft before coming here.
He briefly described the disappearance of parts of his memory and the rituals he saw in his dreams.
As for the note found in the rental house, Fang Heng deliberately concealed it.
After listening to Fang Heng's narration, Mo Yunxiao seemed to have the answer.
He whispered softly: "Memory disappears..."
"Uncle, you already know?"
"It's almost like ten."
Raising his head, Mo Yunxiao smiled slightly.
"Fang Heng, there is no doubt that what you saw in your dream was a projection of memory, but what you saw may not be true."
"For example, if you see your friend in a dream, she may just be the function of some psychological suggestions."
"Your friends may indeed participate in your ceremony, but of course they may have nothing to do with it."
"We can now confirm that you have indeed participated in the ritual and opened the 'lock' through the power of the ritual."
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Fang Heng nodded.
"As for the disappearance of memory you said, I don't think this has anything to do with the ritual."
Fang Heng was a little surprised and asked in surprise: "It has nothing to do with it?"
"Yes, I guess the reason why some memories have disappeared is related to the Lord God game."
Fang Heng's frown deepened.
"In some cases, the player's memory will be hidden by the Lord God."
"For example, the Federation has confirmed that when a player has completed the main mission, he will use some special methods to return to the new server of the primary game and try to complete the main mission again."
"At this time, the Lord God will hide the player's memory of the relevant game content."
"As time goes by, the associated memories related to this incident will also be gradually hidden."
"Of course, some hidden memories can be awakened."
With that said, Mo Yunxiao put down the tea cup in his hand and stared into Fang Heng's eyes.
"Fang Heng, do you still remember your ranking in the basic level magic tower?"
Magic Tower?
Fang Heng was stunned for a moment.
Then, a series of memories came to mind.
In addition to the official game, the Lord God Game also has many other branch training modes that can be used.
For example, magic tower mode, arena mode, team mode...
These modes have no connection with the main game world, no online time can be obtained by participating in the game, and no one has ever received any rewards from them.
Therefore most players will ignore them.
But the Federation believes that the existence of these game modes is not meaningless.
These modes opened by the Lord God are for players to train.
Players can also enter games through the game warehouse before reaching adulthood, but they can only enter the basic modes of these types of games.
In order to encourage players to participate in game training from an early age, the entire federation will provide large bonuses and hold large-scale global competitions.
Fang Heng remembered that his body had been involved in the game since he was studying, and he was addicted to it for a while.
In the past, he was spotted by several gaming clubs because of his outstanding performance in the Magic Tower mode.
"It seems I was right. You have already recalled something."
Mo Yunxiao felt that he had guessed correctly, so he stretched out his left hand forward and spread it flat in front of him.
"Fang Heng, do you mind letting me observe the mark on the back of your hand?"
"good."
As he spoke, Fang Heng stretched out his hand forward, with the back of his hand facing up, covering Mo Yunxiao's palm.
Mo Yunxiao picked up the tea cup on the low wooden table and poured it on the back of Fang Heng's hand.
"laugh……"
Fang Heng made a soft sound from the back of his hand, and a little steam came out.
The rune mark on the back of the hand clearly emerged again.
It lasted for four to five seconds before the rune mark slowly disappeared.
Mo Yunxiao retracted his hand, frowned, and remained silent.
Mo Jiawei couldn't help but urge: "Fourth uncle, how are you doing?"
"It is a ritual of mysticism. It is currently only open to the first level of embodiment."
"The strange thing is that I have never seen this ceremony, but I can confirm that it has been partially modified."
Fang Heng asked: "Mr. Mo, will this ceremony be dangerous?"
"From a ritual perspective, I have never heard of traps or dangers, but some rituals have special effects."
Hearing this, Fang Heng was greatly relieved.
What he fears most is the negative effects of the mark on the back of his hand.
Mo Yunxiao lowered his head and thought for a moment, then raised his head again.
"Fang Heng, I need some time to look up some information. I hope I can figure out the specific meaning and effect of the ritual on the back of your hand."
"I may need your cooperation during this period. If it's convenient, I hope you can stay here for a while."
Fang Heng briefly thought about it.
There is not much difference between staying here and going back. They are both playing games.
Without understanding the effect of the mark on the back of his hand, it would be difficult for him to truly feel at ease.