Chapter 213

Forgotten.

What a ruthless word.

All players who die in the dungeon will do this, just like a data that has gone wrong is deleted from the world. No one will remember them. All the achievements they have paid for and built in this world are erased. Those who have loved and cried for will forget them without burden. Just like they have never appeared in this world, all traces they left behind are completely cleared, as if they are insignificant stains in the world's memory, easily covered and erased.

The game makes their lives worthless and meaningless - except for other players who have been born and died with them, the whole world will forget them, and when these players die, all related memories will no longer exist, and they will no longer exist.

In short, this is their social death.

Mo Yi felt the blood on his body suddenly become cold. He slowly tightened his fingers, and even if his neatly trimmed nails were deeply embedded in his palm, it seemed that he was still ignorant.

He said calmly:

"Nothing, let's go."

The driver in the driver's seat glanced at him in confusion through the rearview mirror and started the vehicle.

The vehicle under him began to move slowly and drove smoothly towards the villa. The light similar to neon light was chaotic in the night window, and was blurred into out-of-focus spots by the speed of the two cars gradually accelerating, and changed light and shadow were printed on Mo Yi's side face.

Most of his face was immersed in the darkness, his eyes drooped slightly toward the darkness, and his pale face had very few expressions.

Although I had thought that Jiang Yuanrou might not be able to hold on to this copy, after the incident really happened, Mo Yi still felt a ridiculous sense of unreality - there was not much sadness in his heart, only a sense of weightlessness floating in the air like a nearly broken balloon.

Mo Yi couldn't feel that this was not his responsibility.

If it weren't for the fact that he had hoped Jiang Yuanrou would have helped record his appearance when he left the real world and entered the dungeon, it would have been impossible for her to investigate... Not to mention that she would continue to dig deeper through this and eventually touched the taboo that the game would not want to disclose.

Even though Jiang Yuanrou kindly comforted him in the video she left behind, Mo Yi still couldn't comfort herself with the same reason.

He knew clearly that this was his mistake and that he had involved irrelevant people in the dangerous game between him and the game.

The heavy guilt tied his limbs like a sponge soaked in water, pulling Mo Yi's body down slowly and unable to break free, and the sadness, as light as thin snow in early winter, finally slowly emerged.

Mo Yi has always been an insulator of emotions - even in the orphanage where he grew up, he was a freak and an alien. Even if he learned to use the gentleness that kept people from thousands of miles away to cover up his indifference and withdrawal, he was still a bystander in the world and an outsider hidden behind the screen and the Internet.

No one in this world is important to him, and he is the same for anyone.

After all, you will never lose it.

But the game broke Mo Yi's state of being independent of the world and the crowd... It forced Mo Yi to begin to intersect with the world around him. Even if he deliberately stretched his positioning from others, tried not to communicate emotionally with anyone close to him, and used his habitual indifference and alienation to push everyone away - but even so, he still couldn't stop having more and more contact with others.

Mo Yi actually didn't feel much saddened about Jiang Yuanrou's death.

Perhaps it was because he had known that such a result would sooner or later... sooner or later, everyone would leave him, especially everyone's destiny was played in the palm of this terrifying and huge game, and death was a commonplace routine. He was extremely cautious in keeping a certain distance from all players and not having too many personal relationships with them. At most, they could only be regarded as strangers you know, unfamiliar friends you are, or a community of shared destiny tied to the same boat.

Mo Yi just felt angry.

The game can tie him and others together through crisis at will, or break this connection apart through death at will - he is angry at his powerlessness, and also angry at the game's freedom and no scruples.

In the darkness, Mo Yi's pale face still had no unnecessary emotions, only a pair of black eyes that looked like a sunken pond.

If he wanted to defeat this game before, it was just because he didn't want his destiny to be dominated by other beings.

But now...his reason has become more personal.

The gloomy anger winds in his heart like a black river, surging and roaring in his heart, but it is deeply suppressed by the tough and icy reason, leaving only a little dark vortex and undercurrents that reveal some clues.

The vehicle reached its destination.

Mo Yi nodded to the driver, opened the car door and walked down.

The lights in the villa were on, the door was not closed, and some warm yellow lights leaked out of the cracks in the door.

Shen Lei stood at the door leaning against the wall, and the silver-white lighter in his hand burst into flames and lit the cigarette between his lips.

He took a deep breath, and the dark red fire on the cigarette butt suddenly brightened for a moment. White smoke spewed out from his mouth and nose, blurring his facial features. He looked at Mo Yi through the smoke, his voice was gentle and smooth:

"here."

Mo Yi climbed up the stairs and nodded at Shen Lei. Shen Lei turned around and pushed open the door, and walked into the room first.

——The room is still occupied by countless fitness equipment. Even though Mo Yi hasn’t been here for a long time, he still feels a sense of familiarity that the past is reappearing, as if everything he has experienced in this room is like a tide in his mind.

Shen Lei held the cigarette that had just been lit in his hand and asked:

"Is there anything you want to ask me for?"

Mo Yi pursed his lips, and he was confused for a moment and didn't know where to start. He took a deep breath, straightened his thinking, and asked: "I originally wanted to ask you some questions, but I learned a very bad news on the way - Jiang Yuanrou..."

Shen Lei's expression trembled, and his fingers slightly pressed, almost cutting off the cigarette in his hand:

"What's wrong with Jiang Yuanrou?"

Mo Yi paused: "She may have died in this dungeon."

Shen Lei's face was as deep as iron: "How did you know?"

Mo Yi took the conversation without pause and replied: "The driver of her family has completely forgotten her existence."

Shen Lei was silent. His fingers subconsciously rubbed the cigarette between his fingers. Even if the scorching ash splashed and fell on his skin, he could hardly feel the pain. After a while, he irritated the cigarette and threw it on the ground and crushed it with his hard soles. The squirting emotions seemed to be suppressed in his chest and it was difficult to spit it out, making his Adam's apple tremble and roll, but he couldn't say a word.

Mo Yi stared at him quietly, without urging him.

Chen Lei's lips shook, and a curse squeezed out of his throat: "Fuck it..."

He stopped, as if the rest of the words were diluted by the air, and Mo Yi only captured his almost trembling tail sound.

Chen Lei turned his head and coughed loudly, as if to cover up something. When he turned his head again, the intense and painful emotions on his face seemed to be covered up by the deep sea. Only the slight redness at the corners of his eyes revealed some of his true emotions.

He pulled a cigarette out of the cigarette box and held it on his lips again, but it didn't light it.

The seemingly strong and indifferent man had unconcealed sadness written on the corners of his eyebrows and eyes. He said, "Actually, I thought about today, but I didn't expect it to be so soon... Or we all have this day, maybe I just deceived myself so much that I couldn't accept it..."

Mo Yi pulled a chair and sat down, listening quietly.

The cigarette butt on Chen Lei's lips trembled up and down with his words: "She is much stronger than me... Whether it is her brain or ability, I thought it would be my first, but I didn't expect..."

He smiled bitterly, then suddenly as if he remembered something, he looked up at Mo Yi and asked:

"Hey, do you know? Actually, it was Jiang Yuanrou who brought me into the industry."

Mo Yi knew - when he first met Jiang Yuanrou, she told him the news, but he looked at Chen Lei and slowly shook his head: "Is that so? I don't know about this."

Chen Lei seemed to be in high spirits, and his sudden burst of desire to talk made him almost talkative:

"I was really lucky at that time. I met Jiang Yuanrou in the first copy I entered. She had already experienced several copies at that time, and she was very powerful - and I, don't look at me as big as a man, I was afraid at that time. It was not a little worse than you at the time. Basically, she brought me down throughout the whole process. At that time, I thought... This woman looked small, gentle, but why was she so powerful..."

He lit the cigarette and took a deep breath: "Then before the copy ended, I told her my name and work, and asked if I could make friends. Unexpectedly... after she came back, she actually came to me."

Mo Yi listened quietly to Chen Lei's nagging about Jiang Yuanrou, and did not interrupt. He just occasionally echoed a few times, and the two of them chatted until the night was deeper.

Chen Lei, who was still unsatisfied, looked down at his watch and said in surprise: "...Why is it so late?"

Mo Yi nodded, stood up from the chair, and said, "Yes, it's time for me to say goodbye."

Chen Lei was stunned for a moment, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and called out Mo Yi who was turning around and walking out, and asked, "Wait, didn't you say you wanted to ask me any questions?"

Mo Yi turned his head and looked at him and smiled:

"Is that true, I don't remember."

After saying that, he turned around and walked out, waved his hand to Chen Lei. His thin figure was soon swallowed by the heavy night, and his steps were steadily and steadily towards the vehicle waiting for him outside. There was no slight ups and downs in his dark eyes.
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