Chapter 218

Endless chill surged from under her feet, her fingers holding the iron piece trembled slightly, and her exposed skin was trembling with the cold. Mo Yi felt that his brain was dull and chaotic, as difficult as a rusty hinge, but there seemed to be something extremely clear in the chaos-

He turned around and touched his back, his fingertips trembled and panicked, as if he wanted to catch the last glimmer of hope.

Behind it is empty.

The backpack is gone.

Including the U disk containing the destructive virus he placed in his backpack, they disappeared without a trace.

Mo Yi felt all the temperature on his body fading away instantly, as if all his perceptions became dull at this moment, but his chaotic brain suddenly became clear. He slowly curled up his pale and cold fingers, and somehow a thought that made him dizzy:

Destined.

He seemed to hear the clicking sound of the gears of fate twisted together tightly.

Just then—

"clatter."

The sound sounded in my ears, and Mo Yi raised his head a little slow and looked in the direction where the sound came.

I saw that under the light-colored core floating not far away, the last trace of darkness was swallowed up by the cold and dazzling pale, as if the long chains were broken in an instant, and the rich mist like a living creature broke out from it, slowly condensed into a blurred human form.

Mo Yi widened his eyes slightly, as if his perception instantly returned to his body. The thin film between him and the outside world was instantly pierced. He really felt the coldness and trembling... and the faint joy in his heart.

He subconsciously walked towards the direction of the fog, and the next second he realized that the void under his feet was solidified with the pace he had taken. He tried to walk forward a few steps. After discovering that his own would not fall, he ran towards Wen Chen as fast as possible.

Wen Chen's condition seems to be worse than before.

His body has not yet solidified, and only his upper body has returned to his human form. There is still a hazy and drifting mist below his waist.

Mo Yi stopped beside him, not knowing what to do for a moment.

Wen Chen raised his head, and his erratic gaze fell on Mo Yi, and his cold and silent face showed a suppressed tenderness. He pursed his lips and curled a slight smile. Before he could say anything, his vision was attracted by the huge core floating in the air behind him.

He was stunned for a while, and the trance state instantly pulled away from his body. His light gray eyes stared coldly at the core in the air, as cold as rocks, and shining with an inorganic luster.

Wen Chen's figure gradually gathered, and the outline from shoulder to feet appeared clearly in the pale background.

He turned his head and looked at Mo Yi standing aside, his voice soft and low:

"I thought-"

His voice choked slightly and stopped halfway.

Mo Yi looked into Wen Chen's eyes with some confusion, but unexpectedly captured a trace of depression.

The sadness spread out from his deep eyes, soaking his facial features like a deep and dark ocean, his expression with a wet look of despair:

"……sorry."

Mo Yi was stunned. He felt that his brain seemed to be occupied by many things he had never known before. The chaos made his temples swell and hurt. He frowned and asked:

"Why are you..."

Before he could finish his words, Wen Chen came forward, his cold fingers wrapped around his jawbone, and his soft and warm lips pressed on his lips, sealing back the words he had not finished.

The cold breath of glaciers slowly stepped into the place where the two lips and teeth met.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Yi felt a dizzy feeling suddenly coming. The pale background in front of him was covered with darkness, and the swelling and pain in his temples became even more intense, almost to the point that he could not bear. He blinked, and the next second he found that he was floating in a dark space, but there were not a hand that could not be seen here, but some shining tiny particles floating, illuminating his vision.

The pale core hanging in the air disappeared, the white background covering his sight disappeared, and Wen Chen, who was standing in front of him, was gone, and replaced by several huge fragments floating in the air.

It shines with a glimmer of light, quietly spinning in the darkness of the sea of ​​stars, like broken glass.

Mo Yi approached the fragment closest to him, narrowed his eyes and looked inward. He seemed to see a small figure moving in it.

For some reason, he immediately knew the answer.

This is...memory.

The shining fragments seemed to have some strange magic, which firmly attracted his body and mind. The dazzling mirror reflected his blurry side face, almost making it impossible for him to tell whether it was a reflection or a solidified image in the fragments.

Mo Yi subconsciously stretched out his hand and touched the edge of the fragments with his fingertips.

It's cold, but not cold, like the first snow melting at the fingertips, or a breeze blowing across the skin.

It was like a huge curtain falling down, and the eyes were covered with thick darkness, and there was no trace of light.

But there seemed to be some faint sound in my ears, as if it was a subtle buzzing sound of the machine's operation, and as if it was a low voice from someone.

Mo Yi's consciousness was curled up in the darkness, as if he was in it, or as if he was just watching.

Immediately afterwards, clear voices rang out in the dark, and it was almost impossible to tell where they came from:

“Sound detection – done.”

This sound... seems to be familiar?

Mo Yi frowned. Before his brain, which had not yet been clear, he felt that light suddenly lit up in the darkness, tingling his eyes, and he looked over the light.

I saw that the space in front of me seemed to be framed by some kind of barrier, as if he was looking out from inside a dark box.

The person outside the box...

It's him.

He had glasses on the bridge of his nose, a bald pencil between his slender fingers, and was writing something on his notebook with his head down, wearing the light-colored shirt he had accidentally lost a few years ago, and his face looked familiar and strange.

He paused, raised his head, and his dark eyes cast a quick and sharp glance from the lenses that blocked his eyes.

Soon, he lowered his head again, muttering as he wrote something:

“Sound detection – done.”

The next second, he clamped the pencil in the notebook and closed it, straightened his waist slightly, and placed his slender fingers slightly on the table in front of him. His fingertips were like spires. The eyes behind the lens carefully looked at the things in front of him, showing an undetectable look of assessment, and then he slowly spoke:

"Hello for the first time meeting."

Light green words slowly appeared on the screen that lighted up in the dark:

【Hello.】

The opposite person opened the notebook again, smeared two simple strokes on it, and then quickly raised his head again.

The light green characters on the screen appear again:

【Who are you?】

He seemed to think about this question carefully, and then answered cautiously:

【I am your creator, you can call me one.】

The light green words appeared very quickly this time, and almost appeared on the screen as soon as he finished speaking:

【What is "called"?】

He replied seriously and patiently: "It means my name, that is, the code name. You can distinguish me from other people based on my name."

【So, what am I "called"?】

Mo Yi saw that his eyes lit up on the opposite side instantly—

He pursed his lips excitedly and muttered softly:

“…I am self-aware, this time it’s very good.”

He lowered his head and scribbled words on his notebook, then looked up at the side with some scheming consciousness. His pale side face, which had not seen the light for a long time, was plated with a light blue light. The dark eyes reflected the morning light outside the window. The next second, he turned his head and looked in front of him again, saying half thought and half scheming:

"Just call it Chen, it means North Star."

Light green characters are unyielding: [What is the North Star?]

As if he was in deep thought again, he waved his hand slowly, frowned and said in a low voice: "...you will know when I connect to you online."

【What is Internet connection?】

He was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't know how to answer this question. He frowned with some entanglement, stared at the light green words in front of him, and opened his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, he seemed to realize how irrational it was to compete with the other party. He couldn't help but pinch his eyebrows helplessly, lowered his head and smiled slightly, and his tired eyebrows and eyes softened with the smile behind the lenses.

In the void, the light green icon flashed slightly.

The next second, the black curtain was pulled up instantly, and the deep darkness enveloped Mo Yi's eyes again. The dizzy feeling came again, throwing him back into the black night sky with fine particles before. The huge fragments in front of him were still shining with a slight light, and a blurry figure flashed with it.

Mo Yi blinked and stared blankly at the black air with a little light, unable to react.

So... Wen Chen was actually, what he created?

And according to the background behind me at that time, the time should be after I washed my hands - which year was it?

When did that shirt be thrown out?

Mo Yi can't remember it anymore.

His memory has always been beyond ordinary people, but now he can't remember when his shirt was lost...

A strange sense of incongruity came in an instant, as if a huge hammer was smashing towards him. Countless broken and messy scenes came in an instant with the crazy pain and weightlessness and dizziness that fell almost at high altitude, almost making Mo Yi's eyes appear and it was difficult to breathe. The sound and colors seemed to turn into strange pieces and pierced in his brain. He almost screamed in pain.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Yi felt that he was standing in a scene that was about to melt. Not far away was the distant night, and the huge computer screen flashed in the thick darkness, while he himself was hunched over at the computer desk, burying his head to work. The feeling of looking at his back was extremely strange, as if his soul was out of his body.

He stood not far away, watching his body performing mechanical movements.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Yi saw a black shadow appearing beside him. This strange feeling made him stiff all over and his feet were tightly nailed to the spot.

He wanted to scream, but couldn't scream.

I want to move, but I can't move.

Immediately afterwards, something touched his elbow, Mo Yi turned his head suddenly—
To be continued...